“My goodness. They say fate has to follow.”

The words, which were unfitting for the head of the Confucian family, were understood at once upon entering the secret pavilion.

“It’ll take all day to find it.”

The secret pavilion, seen from the outside, did not look large.

The inside, which he had entered directly, was different. The bookshelves, which seemed to continue endlessly, were packed with old books that were so old that he was afraid they would be damaged if he touched them.

“Was this also a formation?”

It was the effect of a formation that intentionally distorted the space and made the secret pavilion itself seem small.

If the martial world or the Confucian world knew that a formation was used so cleverly in the Kong Family Mansion, which was the head of the Confucian family and the hall of all learning in the world, they would all be surprised.

Cheon Mubaeck was calm.

‘It’s not for nothing that Zhuge Liang was a master of formations.’

Formations were considered a branch of academics rather than a branch of martial arts, and scholars had started them first.

Not only Confucius, but also the Hundred Schools of Thought had separately studied and seriously researched formations.

If you had to say, the proper establishment of formations had started from academics.

“Although it’s primitive, the disturbance of the senses is not lacking compared to the formations of today.”

Cheon Mubaeck, who had let out a small admiration, looked around one by one.

Numerous old books.

About half of them were relatively clean, as if Confucius had transcribed them himself.

The problem was the rest.

Perhaps even in Confucius’s time, the majority of them must have been old.

Bamboo slips made by cutting bamboo were the main thing, and there were also many that had barely attached finely torn paper.

If that were all, it would be a relief.

“Dead languages that have disappeared, and this is the language that the Southern Man used? Hah, it’s getting more and more difficult.”

The characters of the foreign tribes that were in the Central Plains, and the meanings that were written differently although they were clearly Chinese characters.

There were so many things that even a considerable scholar would have to refer to all sorts of materials to properly interpret the content.

This was why Kong Yong must have left a meaningful statement that fate had to follow, that one had to be chosen.

“So that’s why he said he would give it to me with confidence. Tsk, for a scholar, he’s good at using his head.”

Cheon Mubaeck clicked his tongue. He knew why Kong Yong, who was a scholar but also had the attitude of a martial artist, had boldly said he would give him the heart method.

Of course, he must have thought that he would not be easily defeated.

Even if he lost, he must have thought that it would be difficult for Cheon Mubaeck to gain anything from here.

If he could obtain it even in the midst of hardship, he must have thought that he was truly worthy of obtaining it.

Cheon Mubaeck smiled.

If it were any other ordinary person.

No, at least all the people who lived within the limits of the current era.

Even if they came here, there would be nothing much to gain. Unless fate truly followed, as Kong Yong had said.

But it was Cheon Mubaeck.

Cheon Mubaeck opened his upper dantian with all his might.

The internal energy of the upper dantian flowed out gently and spread softly as if to wrap around his head. To every single wrinkle engraved in his brain. The internal energy that spread to every corner extremely raised Cheon Mubaeck’s brain utilization.

A pure white gaze poured out from Cheon Mubaeck’s eyes.

Among the numerous books, it was difficult to find the prayer that Kong Yong had mentioned.

Because there were too many.

Then the answer was simple.

“If I read them all, I’ll eventually find it.”

In any case, all that was needed was time.

For Cheon Mubaeck, there were no more obstacles.

“Well. Shall we do it one by one?”

Cheon Mubaeck’s eyes flashed.

* * *

Did Kong Yong, who had guided him to the secret pavilion, know?

The fact that there was a person who understood all the characters he did not know, the disappeared dead languages, and the ambiguous sentences whose meaning he did not know.

The fact that there was a person who could store in his head all the things that a person living in the present era could not recognize or understand, unless Confucius came back to life.

Did he even think of it?

If it existed, Kong Yong would have thought of one person.

The reincarnator that Confucius had mentioned.

A person who had seen and felt with his own two eyes since the ancient times, having gone through countless lives.

Wouldn’t only such a person be possible?

That was right.

The reincarnator, Cheon Mubaeck.

He was the only being in the world who could understand everything in the secret pavilion.

“To think that there were still so many things I didn’t know.”

Cheon Mubaeck was satisfied with the joy and satiety that filled his chest.

A treasure trove of knowledge.

All the knowledge that Confucius had collected by hand while traveling the world.

Although there was nothing established like academics, each and every one was interesting and had a clear value.

How could there be things that were not even in Cheon Mubaeck’s head?

Knowledge that was considered a relic of the past even in the era when Confucius had lived.

Of course, among them, there were also many trivial tales and folk tales that just made him laugh.

Still, Cheon Mubaeck was happy.

All the things brought back a faint nostalgia for the past, and he was glad that the forgotten stories remained.

It was not just that the superstitions and tales of the past were intertwined.

“If I take these to Shaolin, they’ll go crazy.”

There were numerous things like the Buddhist scriptures that had disappeared, leaving only their names.

That was not all.

“Wudang or Mount Hua would give a fortune.”

There were also numerous phrases left by many immortals.

They were all precious books.

He was purely impressed.

“Indeed, the King of Culture and Proclamation was also a scholar.”

One of the characteristics of scholars was their greed for knowledge.

At first, he had collected superstitions to answer the questions of Cheon Mubaeck, who was living his reincarnation at the time, and had collected and researched everything from Taoism and Buddhism.

But later, it was not just to find an answer, but to gain his own intellectual satiety.

Otherwise, how could he have gathered so much knowledge in one place?

Cheon Mubaeck was grateful to Confucius.

That he had tried so hard to find the answer to his question. And the fact that he was helping him even in his present life after time had passed.

There was something else that was more pleasing.

Among the numerous knowledge, although it was funny to see now, there were things that were certainly the martial arts of that time.

“If Young Lady Zhuge saw this, she wouldn’t think it was martial arts.”

Cheon Mubaeck smiled and turned the pages of the book again and again.

A bamboo slip full of pictures of various movements.

This was a martial arts manual of that time. Of course, since it was a martial art of the past, it was bound to be more sloppy and less systematic than the developed present.

Paradoxically, Cheon Mubaeck liked these better.

No, it was a feeling of having discovered an unexpected treasure.

“To think that this remained!”

Some of them, he even stored in his head without hesitation, his eyes shining.

At that time.

When he had opened the martial world as the Three Talents Sword Saint, there were no proper characters, and at most, there were only oracle bone script or messy pictures.

The newly created martial arts had disappeared without a trace.

Even if Cheon Mubaeck knew many martial arts that had originated from the past, he could not know the disappeared martial arts of the time when the martial world was born. How many martial arts had been created and disappeared at the same time without being recorded or leaving a descendant?

Such things, although not all, existed here. Everything that Confucius had collected while traveling the world.

Of course, it was not that the ancient martial arts were better.

How could they catch up with the martial arts that had developed while the waterways of the Yangtze River had changed countless times?

There were no established moves or forms. There was no set path, and it was free-spirited.

That was why Cheon Mubaeck was not just satisfied, but pleased.

As time passed, many martial arts were established and formalized, becoming systematic.

The system of martial arts soon referred to the moves and forms.

It was a natural and unavoidable thing. Because the system of perfectly established moves and forms had to be maintained to be passed down to the descendants without major errors.

What if it had not been systematized?

The subjectivity of each person who learned it would be deeply involved.

If that subjectivity was that of those at the realm of a great master, it could rather develop further.

But such people were extremely few. The absolute majority were subordinates, and if a false subjectivity were to be involved, the martial arts would rather become weaker and more sloppy.

That was the flow of martial arts, and the history of the martial world.

But for Cheon Mubaeck, it was not.

“To deviate from the moves and forms, that is, to shed the skin, is to get closer to the true power of martial arts.”

To shed the moves and forms was Cheon Mubaeck’s theory.

Even the Heaven-Concealing Sword Art that Lu Dongbin had created, he had continuously omitted and omitted to make it his own.

Cheon Mubaeck’s value was in omission.

He erased and erased all the moves and forms. And he left only one purpose.

It was soon killing.

What was the reason why he had opened the martial world as the Three Talents Sword Saint?

He had created the Three Talents Sword only to kill the enemy faster and more surely.

Cheon Mubaeck had never deviated from the proposition of killing.

The supreme sword way? To cultivate the mind by cultivating the sword?

“Nonsense.”

Cheon Mubaeck sneered briefly.

The martial arts of the dawning period that remained here were all sloppy, without moves or forms, and were crude.

But they were faithful to one purpose. They were terribly dangerous. They were made up of only one technique to cut off the enemy’s life.

This was the original form of martial arts.

For Cheon Mubaeck, there was nothing more precious than these.

Then suddenly, a new thought came to Cheon Mubaeck.

Perhaps because he had used his brain to the extreme by opening his upper dantian, Cheon Mubaeck’s thoughts went deeper and farther.

“Is that so…”

Cheon Mubaeck looked at his waist.

It was empty.

There was no sword.

But he could see it.

“The original form of my sword.”

That first beginning.

Starting from the Three Talents Sword Saint, Cheon Mubaeck had thought that he had been constantly developing himself.

He had learned numerous martial arts and had added them to his sword.

He had incorporated the mysteries and principles of all martial arts and had created new ones.

He had advanced like that.

…or so he had thought.

‘Perhaps I have excluded my sword from the mystery of omission that I had considered so important.’

He had to subtract.

The original form, he had to get closer to that original form. He had to omit and omit again.

Didn’t his current sword contain all sorts of things?

Cheon Mubaeck felt as if many things were stuck to his sword itself.

No, he could see it.

“I tried to put too much into my sword.”

While he had considered shedding and omitting so important in martial arts.

Why had he believed that he could advance further only by adding something to his sword?

“I tried to contain too much and to express too much.”

A bitter smile appeared on Cheon Mubaeck’s lips.

But as bitter as it was, it was also a relieved smile.

Somehow.

Although he did not have a sword in his hand, at this moment.

It was a good feeling, as if he had a sword in his hand.

After the peak, the realm of entering the divine, which was called so because it was meaningless to divide the realm.

But even within the realm of entering the divine, the realm was clearly divided, and the Azure Sky Sword God, the Sword Saint, and numerous masters proved this.

At this moment.

Within the realm of entering the divine, Cheon Mubaeck.

“I feel like I’m getting a little closer.”

He advanced.

The Realm of World-Severing.

A realm that only a handful of people in the current martial world had reached.

Cheon Mubaeck had set foot in that realm.

* * *

As if a starving beggar were craving food.

Even after gaining enlightenment, Cheon Mubaeck did not stop.

He read and read like crazy.

It was rather an accumulation than reading.

An accumulation of knowledge.

A series of processes of pushing and pushing into his head.

As he put the knowledge of the ancient times, which had now disappeared, into his head, Cheon Mubaeck was able to gain not only the path of martial arts, but also many enlightenments.

It was a Taoist enlightenment, and it was also a realm close to the nirvana that Buddhism spoke of.

The Tao of Taoism and the Tao of Buddhism.

Here, Cheon Mubaeck had taken a small, but for others, an incomprehensibly large step.

And finally.

A size of about a palm, which was neatly folded and hidden among the numerous books.

A prayer.

All of Cheon Mubaeck’s intuition said.

“I found it.”

(End of Chapter)

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