Episode 217 In the old prison we
“Munju, would you like me to teach you the Jeun Sect?”
“Am I a beggar?”
If you offer to teach them, it’s natural that they don’t want to learn. I said while walking side by side with the white student.
“I do not need.”
What I wanted to say was actually, “Am I a disciple?” The state that pops out is replaced by the instinctive question of whether you are a beggar. When I refused, the white-robed student looked puzzled.
“why?”
“Student, why do you want to teach German martial arts so carelessly? Don’t you think it’s a waste to have so many martial arts skills you’ve learned? “I don’t know what he’s thinking.”
The white-robed student let out a low laugh.
“Hehe.”
I said while looking at the white student from the corner of my eye.
“why? Because you can just teach them and then kill them later? “I am also busy practicing the martial arts I am learning.”
“It is true that there are a lot of disciples like the Butcher, but I don’t see you as a human being of that level.”
“Even so, there is no need.”
The white-robed student tilted his head and answered.
“so why? “Please explain why.”
“It’s absurd. Does this even need a reason? Jeunjong doesn’t suit my temperament. Aside from the fact that it’s not easy, I like to move around as if I’m going to hit the ground with both feet.”
“okay?”
“It doesn’t matter even if my speed is a little slow. However, I cannot help but say that if my light attack skills improve, it will be because I witnessed the Emperor’s reign.”
“Do you mean to what extent it affected you?”
“Now that I know that Gyeonggong requires a change in the weight of the body.”
The white-robed student nodded.
“good. Would you like to run a little longer this time? “It must have been fully digested.”
It seems this crazy person was waiting for me to digest the noodles. I still couldn’t figure out this guy’s intentions. Because I have already lost the light-air battle. Actually, I don’t really care if I win or lose in something like Gyeonggong. Because I wasn’t competing with Gyeonggong right now, I was competing with a scholar.
“Let’s go.”
The white-clothed student set off again, crossing mountains and crossing water, seemingly intent on a long battle. Before he knew it, daybreak dawned, and he raced through valleys, mountains, and cliffs to swamps and wilderness. On flat ground, I was slower than the white-clad student, but on rough terrain, the gap did not widen significantly. However, the white-robed scholar did not relax the posture of Jeunjong unless it was a special case.
This guy was a really crazy runner.
An ordinary expert would have lost his energy and died while chasing him, but I followed him while observing my strength and keeping my breathing calm.
Although I am slower than the student, I had no intention of failing due to lack of endurance. No matter how good a student is, I’m not at that level right now. As I was running at full speed without any hesitation, I felt miserable and wondered why I was doing this, and I couldn’t even remember why I was running.
However, I thought I was running on behalf of the subordinates and villains who had gathered in front of Cheonri Gaekjan.
The true identity of this guy is both a white-robed scholar and a demon gentleman.
But the fact that it had not yet become a bad thing cheered me on as I ran.
I can’t predict how running like this will change the future, but running was the best thing to do for now.
So I kept running.
This guy kept running for a long time without stopping, but I was stubborn and didn’t tell him to stop.
Around the time I forgot time… … .
The white-robed student stopped and looked ahead. There was a high cliff rising in the distance, and as soon as I saw this cliff up close, I felt like I could understand how the Jeun sect was born. So, in order to climb this place quickly, I had no choice but to get used to the Jaeun Bell.
From what I could see, this place seemed like the destination the white-robed student had dragged me to.
The white-robed student looked at me.
“Can you follow me?”
I nodded with a calm expression. It was so high that it was impossible to tell with the naked eye, but the upper part was obscured by clouds. The white-robed student soared into the air and climbed the cliff while spreading his bell. After swearing under my breath, I widened the distance and jumped up at full speed. Fortunately, there were stairs carved into the cliff that I hadn’t noticed when looking from below. So this was a trace of footprints. Or, it could have been dug up due to the efforts of the men who climbed here earlier.
Anyway, if you slip just once, you are a thousand miles away from the cliff.
In the end, I assumed the posture of the Emperor of the Emperor and followed the white-robed student up the steep cliff. At one point, the figure of the white-clothed student was obscured by clouds and could not be seen, but his voice was heard nearby.
“Please come in.”
I soared up, feeling my thighs explode, and entered what looked like a cave of hideout.
Who on earth could find such a hiding place? Even if Gangho called the white-clothed scholar evil emperor and put him on the kill list, there would have been no chance of finding this man. First of all, most experts cannot come up here.
The white-robed student has already disappeared from view.
The cave became more and more spacious as we walked. Suddenly, I had a strange feeling and I couldn’t help but sigh. Somehow, the strange atmosphere of the cave gave me a sense of familiarity, as if I had been there before.
As I entered, I stopped and looked at the cave wall.
A mural was painted. Of course, it was a mural that showed its age, but I couldn’t tell what it was talking about, so I walked slowly to check it out. Similar but different paintings filled the walls of the cave. After a while, the passage ended and a large space emerged. From here, instead of murals, paintings were placed like decorations in all directions.
Only then did I realize that the picture on the mural and the decorated painting depicted the same thing. The picture generally depicts a scene of massacre, with students wearing white clothes being buried in a pit. Some were falling into pits with their heads hanging off, and some pictures even depicted soldiers stabbing students with spears as they crawled out of pits.
I kept my back and continued to stare at the painting.
Now I see that there is something on fire here and there in the picture, and when I combine it with what I saw at other points… … .
What was burning was a book.
Only then did I know what events the murals and paintings were consistently expressing.
“Bunseogaengyu(焚書坑儒).”
Bunseogaengyu literally refers to an incident in which books were burned and students were buried in the ground. There were various rumors and rumors mixed in, but the descriptions of the students were generally consistent. This is because the common opinion is that the soldiers buried the students alive after digging the land. That is why, in murals and paintings, spears and knives are shown raining down on students trying to get out of a pit.
Before we knew it, the white-clothed student who had changed his clothes appeared and looked around the picture with his back turned and said.
“Do you know Bunseogaengyu?”
“I know roughly.”
The white-robed student pointed to a picture.
“Look at that. At that time, those who were called Confucian scholars, scholars, and scholars would hide books in their homes or safe places. Dig into a wall to hide it, bury it in the ground… … Then, when they were discovered, it was not uncommon for them to burn down the students’ entire houses in order to retrieve the books. “I didn’t write it down in detail because it seems like those who recorded history got tired when things like this happened too often.”
After listening to the white-clothed scholar’s words and checking the pictures again, there were many depictions of people hiding books. So, some paintings depict something like an organ system, depicting books being stored.
Some paintings looked as if they were hiding military secrets.
“hmm.”
Without realizing it, I looked at the white-robed student again. What kind of person is this guy? He did not seem like a man who had suddenly fallen from the sky, but like a successor to an old hatred.
The white-robed student looked at me blankly and asked.
“People just think Confucian books were burned.”
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“Isn’t that so?”
“To be exact, the books of the hundred families of disciples were burned. “Hundred Families” means that there were various schools of thought. What is known to the world is only Taoism, Mohism, Confucianism, and Legalism, but what does it mean to say that more than a hundred such schools existed?”
I thought I knew what the white-clothed student was trying to say.
“It looks like there was a strong faction in the Hundred Disciples. “It must have been a time when the distinction between martial arts and academics was not clear.”
The white-robed student smiled.
“yes. “Do you remember the soldier Lee Ryong-no you killed?”
How far did this guy research me? He sighed and then answered.
“I remember.”
“Did they kill him after knowing which clan he was a descendant of?”
“I guess he was a descendant of Gwigokja (鬼谷子).”
The white-robed student nodded.
“I knew it. Gwigokja was also a member of the Jonghoengga (縱橫家), a family belonging to the hundred families of disciples.”
The white-robed student suddenly laughed out loud, walked somewhere, and pulled the rope hanging on the wall. A sound rang out, and the picture occupying the wall of the large pupil simultaneously rose upward.
I looked around with a calm expression.
There were bookcases filled with books in every direction, crammed into the pupil. So, it was all books. In an instant, the unique smell of old books assaulted my nose. When the white-clothed student fiddled with something again, the machinery moved, one wall flipped over, and a desk appeared. It appeared to be attached to the opposite wall, then rotating with the wall.
I looked through countless books.
Are they keeping all the books of the hundred disciples that were said to have been burned at the time? Or, due to the nature of the Baekui Scholars, is it only a collection of books from a hundred disciples related to martial arts?
The white-robed student held out his hand as if to invite people to look around as much as he wanted.
“Munju, feel free to take a look.”
If this was some kind of mental attack that the white-clothed student had intended, I was being attacked without even being able to mount a proper counterattack. This is because as soon as I checked out so many books and strange scenes, I was completely entranced.
I asked the white-robed student while looking through the book.
“… … So, is this Samnakseook (三樂書獄)?”
“Samnakseook? “Don’t worry about this, it’s just a vague statement made when informing the Murim Alliance.”
To put it roughly, it means that even if the Murim League tried to find out, there was absolutely nothing they could know. While looking through the books, I suddenly turned my head and saw the white-robed student sitting at the desk writing something.
‘Such a crazy bastard.’
He invited me all the way here and seemed to be engrossed in work for a while. I couldn’t see the title of the book, so I walked closer to the wall and looked through it closely. The names of people who may have clearly followed the classification of a hundred families were written at the top, and the books were organized below them.
As I was walking while reading the title and the categories at the top, I had no choice but to stop. The name of the deceased was written at the top, and below that there were titles that seemed to explain the ceremony. The problem was that the books were all made of paper. As far as I know, during the Bunseogaengyu era, it was recorded on bamboo or wooden tablets.
When I looked at the white-robed student writing something at the desk, this guy seemed to have penetrated my heart and said this.
“… … “It was copied and written down.”
I looked at the white-robed student who was working. The word Seo-ok did not appear for nothing. If you were trapped in a place like this and constantly transferred the writings on the bamboo stick to books, this place would be no different from Seook (writing prison). When I got to this point, I thought it was quite natural that the student in white clothing was crazy. The problem was just how crazy this guy was.
As I was looking through the books again, I stood there for a moment and stared at the names occupying one category.
A mature person.
What should I say about this feeling? I had no way to express it. After lowering my gaze, I scanned the titles of books belonging to the established books category.
There I again found a name that was familiar to me.
Geumgu Soyogong (金龜逍遙功).
I took my gaze away and looked blankly at the white-robed student who was writing something.
“… … .”
The white-robed student also stopped using his brush and was glaring at me from the corner of his eye. I felt like she was somehow spying on my expression.
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