How To Live as a Civil Servant in Murim

It is often said that in Gotham, a bachelor who has not mastered martial arts achieves a high level in his head and defeats a master with a long sword, but anyone who has learned martial arts knows how absurd this is.

What would the Murim people do for such troubles if they could be solved only by imagination instead of sweating themselves?

However, the appearance of this exorcism now made me think of such absurd stories.

A warrior who has not learned much about martial arts creates a new martial arts by combining martial arts only in his head.

“Is it possible because the upper section is open? I really envy you.”

“I am Pang Sojeo. When the upper division opens, it is usually short-lived.”

Galmo Paeng Joo-hee (2)

Hearing Yeon Woo-hyeok’s words, Paeng Ju-hee was very embarrassed. After clearing his throat, he spoke out to recover.

“I’m sorry. By the way, Jo Moon-do Master’s Family Doctor (朝聞道 夕死可矣) is not necessarily a story only for academics.”

Paeng Joo-hee said seriously.

As a Murim person, if he could only reach a truly high level, he might be able to accept a short-lived fate.

Of course, it sounded like nonsense from Yeon Woo-hyuk’s point of view, who went back and forth because the Sangdanjeon was open right away.

‘I’m kidding.’

When I asked Yeon Woo-hyeok whether he would be born as a direct descendant of the Habukpaeng family or as an open-minded executor of Sangdanjeon, he answered the former unconditionally.

“But it must have sounded a little rude to Yeon Po-kee. apologize.”

“hahahaha. no.”

“I also apologize for the situation that made Yeon Po-kwae, who had no choice but to accept an apology, get an apology. You don’t have to answer this.”

“……”

Peng Ju-hee certainly had a more clever side than Peng Ju-seong. Peng Ju-sheng was also an excellent warrior, but in some parts he seemed unable to keep up with Peng Ju-hui.

‘Looks like he’s using his brain better than Jegal-gyu.’

Yeon Woo-hyeok wondered why Joo-hee Paeng could not build a reputation for his brilliant mind. Wouldn’t it be quite famous even if it was just Jegal-gyu?

“I’ll give you this while you apologize. I originally brought it to give it to you.”

Paeng Joo-hee took out an old book and gave it as a gift. It was an unusual book without a cover.

“It’s a book I got from the shaman’s guru.”

“!!”

Yeon Woo-hyuk was so surprised that he couldn’t even answer right away. It was only after I looked around and made sure that no one was there that I could seriously say it.

“Pang Sozer. We will sincerely thank you for your grace. I will never tell anyone.”

“…Uh… a lot of exhilaration. I’m sorry, but by any chance you don’t think this is a martial art of a non-partisan faction?”

Paeng Joo-hee said with a much more apologetic expression than before. That’s how much Yeon Woo-hyuk was expecting.

“…isn’t it?”

“There’s no way you can pass on the martial arts of a non-partisan faction to a stranger… This is Taoism.”

Among the Gupabangs, there were a number of factions that were building Taoist martial arts, but among them, there were not many that continued the tradition to Taoism.

Unlike martial arts, it was not easy to teach the technique, and the effect was jagged. In addition, sometimes there were magicians who were accused of witchcraft by falling into visitation, so it was natural that these techniques did not progress well.

In this situation, the shaman faction was one of the sects that continued the spirit of Taoism seriously. Inside, he searched for the shaman’s library and recorded the techniques written in scattered old books, and outside, he tried to supplement the forgotten parts by collecting books on techniques.

“Of course, it is not a shaman’s technique, but an external technique. It was a school called Palwolmun, and it is said that it was a book passed down from generation to generation. But one day, a ghost suddenly appeared and asked the shaman.”

“By the way, can I bring it out like this?”

“Before, my older brother and I helped a shaman faction guru fight together. My older brother chose the sword as a reward, but I insisted on teaching him how to do it.”

Paeng Joo-hee said with eyes wet with memories. Even if they were as small as Zhuge Gyu, they would have looked melancholy, but the warriors of Paengga looked like beasts agonizing over their prey no matter how hard they tried.

“Are you interested in the art of drinking?”

“huh. I thought of this when I looked at Jegal Sega’s later exponents. The level of the renowned Jegal Sega is at this level, but if it were me, wouldn’t I be able to use magic?”

Yeon Woo-hyuk did not answer. Because the ending was roughly guessed.

Surprisingly, things like sorcery and supernatural abilities had little to do with wisdom. It had a lot to do with spirituality, that is, the degree to which the Sangdanjeon was innately open.

Like Yeon Woo-hyuk, if you just open the top hall and start with a full spirit inside, you will become a person who can use magical powers at random, otherwise no matter how extraordinary your mind is, you cannot use magical powers.

It is possible to develop an upper class battle through martial arts training, but it will take a few more steps to reach that level…

“No matter how hard you try, you can’t learn what you can’t learn. I kept it for no reason, but I thought it would suit Yeon Po-kwae well, so I brought it like this. learn it well It’s not a dangerous left-handed technique, so don’t worry.”

‘Are you okay?’

Yeon Woo-hyuk hesitated a little while accepting the book.

Of course, after being taught by Dam Poong-ho, he had a good understanding of the Sangdan War and his special abilities through various experiments.

But I’ve never done a trick before. The Sangdanjeon Hall is open and full of spirituality, but I doubted whether I would learn it well.

“I heard that it is a technique similar to spiritism.”

“Are you calling a ghost?”

“no. Not like that. From what I heard, it was borrowing a little bit of the power of immortals…”

Paeng Joo-hee also explained with a little hesitation, as if he was not confident.

Originally, Taoism thought that there were many gods dwelling in the human body, and it was very important to think of these gods as life spans or souls and to keep them well.

In that case, outstanding Taoists could, conversely, borrow the power of outside gods by calling them into their bodies.

“I wonder if I can understand the reason.”

“I can’t help it if I don’t understand. Read it once.”

Yeon Woo-hyeok opened the book at Paeng Joo-hee’s words. I couldn’t read the complicated letters like tadpoles crawling. Yeon Woo-hyuk inadvertently opened the mortuary and checked the book.

At that moment, a strong shock came to my brain. It was a sense of unity, as if a complex principle of martial arts had been struck in an instant.

‘Kuh…!!’

After a period of shock, I slowly began to see what I had just learned. Yeon Woo-hyuk realized which Shinsoo this technique was asking for strength.

“I think I know.”

“Is that really?!”

Paeng Joo-hee felt both happy and sad. He didn’t know that he would learn the technique he had worked so hard to learn all at once.

“This is a technique that borrows the power of Nam Doo-seong, one of the immortals.”

“Then what effect does it have?”

“I don’t know.”

“try! Try it once and you’ll find out.”

“Fang Sozer.”

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Paeng Joo-hee was surprised when Yeon Woo-hyeok suddenly spoke seriously.

I wondered if there was some hidden secret behind this technique.

Could it be that the people of the shaman faction didn’t know the secret?

“I really think I have to go on patrol now.”

“…That, yes.”

* * *

The technique given by Paeng Joo-hee introduced Yeon Woo-hyuk to a new world.

In Moorim, martial arts were not the only thing that determined victory or defeat.

Spiritualism that borrows Nam Doo-seong’s power doubles his internal energy and physical strength once used until the power disappears. Like Yeon Woo-hyuk, he lacked internal skills, so he had no choice but to appeal to Moorim people.

It was truly surprising that the power consumed by such a technique was far less than using the Spiritual Eye once. It was to the point of wanting to throw away martial arts and learn only the techniques that fit well with one’s aptitude.

‘If martial arts were only half as easy as magic, there would be no wish.’

When I felt my poor body, my sanity returned. Every time I used the energy of the upper battle, I realized how much I lacked in the lower battle.

Even if I took the elixir once, it was this much.

“Oh, Pokke-nim. Thank you for patrolling for me.”

“no. no. Of course you can.”

“?”

Yeon Woo-hyuk was puzzled by the reaction of his big senior, Po-gwae.

There was no one else who would give such warm words.

“Did something happen to you?”

“What is the job?”

After saying that, Poh Que had to hold back for a while before opening her mouth right away.

“You said you were going to be Podu soon? Did Sasook compliment you like that?”

“no way. We are still far away.”

Yeon Woo-hyeok was happy on the inside, but on the outside, he took the attitude of a subordinate who should be promoted first. It was an expression of humility as if nothing had happened.

However, it seemed that Oh Po-kwae already thought that Yeon Woo-hyeok would become Podu.

“There are now Podu, Yuk Podu, and Old Podu, but they are all inexperienced and inexperienced compared to Sasuk. They would have been kicked out a long time ago if they had paid less hermits to the old judge.”

Yeon Woo-hyeok listened intently to the story of Oh Pok-kwa and Ok-jo, which had been going on for a long time in Hankyung.

Now, in Yeon Woo-hyuk’s view, Podu was a bit essential to go higher. Poguero was supposed to share the credit with other officials no matter how much he made it.

First of all, after becoming Podu, he made his mark and looked for the position of the judge who was in charge of Podu, and then to the branch manager’s adjutant…

‘Is the position of lieutenant too absurd?’

In any case, even if he was only a judge, Yeon Woo-hyeok planned to collect hermits as much as possible and gather the Murim people who were rolling around the roadside to concentrate on martial arts training.

If you become a judge of Hankyung, you will be able to call a few Murim people of suitable reputation, even if it is impossible for the old family or the Murim people of the five generations.

Anyway, the beginning of all these plans was to become Podu. If a bribe had to be paid, he was ready to pay.

…if you can save it, of course you should.

“By the way, even the elder judge has a sense of the above. Comrades (comrades from the branch) call the old judge right away when rumors on the streets get bad…”

According to Oh Porque, even in the position of a judge, there should be one or two smart podu. If trouble broke out, the judge could have been killed as well, if only there were foolish foddoos who only paid bribes.

Up until now, oh fodu has been playing the role alone, but it must be a bit risky in the judge’s eyes.

Increasing one young and outstanding Podu was also a worthwhile option.

“…that’s what it means.”

Oh Porque said and finished off three sparrow skewers. The stall owner looked at Oh Po-khe with admiration beyond hatred. Yeon Woo-hyuk held out an iron battle instead of himself.

“So you’re saying you can become Podu just like this?”

“Whoops. Of course not. The other Podu bastards will persistently interfere. If you go up, won’t one go down?”

“So you’re saying we have to get rid of the other Podoo?”

“What, what kind of nonsense are you talking about?”

Oh Porque was startled and dropped the skewer.

“I was just asking. I mean, that’s what it means.”

“Not even the Murim people! To say such a bloody thing.”

‘No fuss.’

I just asked a question, but Yeon Woo-hyuk grumbled inwardly at Oh Po-kwae’s reaction.

‘Should I pay a bribe to the judge?’

But right now, Yeon Woo-hyuk had no money to spend. When you have money, you have to go to the pharmacy and find the elixir, but what kind of bribery do you mean?

The next thought that came to mind was, of course, a skill match.

‘If there is one more useful case…’

Even now, the judge must be paying attention to some extent, but if we solve one more case that everyone is interested in, we might be able to drive a wedge.

“Oh, Pokke-nim. Have you heard anything suspicious or strange lately?”

“Strange thing? Come to think of it, I bought some chubby fish from the fish market the other day, but when I came back, it was really bad.”

“It was watered down before selling.”

“…Damn it! It was like that!”

The face of Oh Po-kwae, who realized the truth belatedly, was distorted like a murderous murder.

Galmo Paeng Juhee (3)

‘no. Didn’t you expect such a thing while eating without paying?’

Murder cases were not the only cases that Yeon Woo-hyeok solved. There were also cases of theft and fraud.

What I felt while resolving such cases was that the smartest people in this country were actually merchants.

It was easy to find the culprit of the murder at the mountain hut, but it wasn’t easy to find the secret to a butcher who didn’t buy live animals until the stomachs of the men around him exploded. It was pickled).

Perhaps among the food that Oh Pok-kwa ate now, some of the merchant’s secrets were included.

“for a moment. Maybe this too?”

“Aigoo, Pokkewe-nim! What are you talking about? Do I dare to trick you?”

The owner of the stall waved his hand in fright.

Merchants without conscience took and sold rotten meat, mixed wheat and rice with sand and dust, but the stall owners did not go so far. At best, I just had some water.

“but. I know the skill of the owner.”

“Thank you for trusting me.”

The owner bent over and held out another skewer to Oh Po-kwae. When Yeon Woo-hyuk, who was hungry, tried to pick up another grilled skewer, the owner looked at him, telling him not to pick it up.

“……”

“Eat this.”