The Teacher’s Grace Is Like Heaven

18 – Hundred Years of Love (3)

Representative Yang Dujin offered to cure him in his own name. I was going to say no, because he’s a quack, but Bi-Yeon asked me to.

He also said that while it’s impossible to cure him, it’s possible to improve his condition to some extent.

It’s not like it’s going to get any worse now that his veins are clogged. Besides, it’s free.

Yang Doojin nodded. He stayed for a while afterward, examining my body a few times, prescribing the right medicines for me, and even inserting acupuncture needles into my body. It was pretty cool.

Meanwhile, Bi-Yeon was sitting on the floor, examining the herbs that Dr. Yang had prescribed for her. When Dr. Yang saw this, he laughed hollowly and said.

“The disciple is very meticulous in thinking of his master.”

“There’s no harm in being careful.”

“You’re right, then I’ll leave now.”

“Thank you for your treatment, Dr. Yang.”

It was evening when he awoke. The sun was disappearing over the horizon, burning his body and coloring the sky beautifully.

Dr. Yang’s treatment certainly wasn’t bad. He was only prescribed a few acupuncture needles and some medicinal herbs, but that was enough to make him feel quite light.

But the question was, why would Jegalsega do this?

Why would one of the five major corporations so readily admit to wrongdoing and compensate me?

After all, the five major corporations are the equivalent of modern-day conglomerates. Even big companies can get away with a lot of misbehavior.

The influence they exerted, especially in Murim, was unquestionably painful.

From my point of view, who had no money to live and die, let alone connections, I can only say that I was left in a very uneasy position.

After a few moments of racking my brain, I sighed. No matter how much I think about it, I still don’t know, so why bother thinking about it.

As it turns out, I was rewarded with a huge amount of money in Jegalsegae. Let’s be happy about it for now. I looked at Bie Yeon and said.

“Since it’s a busy day, let’s eat outside.”

“You’re going to the guest house?”

“Yes, I have to go around a bit.”

“I’ll serve you, Master.”

Bi Yan bowed politely, her head inclined. I still couldn’t get used to seeing her like that. I let out a sigh.

The money and losses paid by the Jegalese are piled up in a huge pile. I don’t intend to spend it all, but a little luxury would be nice.

And it wouldn’t hurt to get a sword for Bi Yan to use. With that thought, I headed out of the house with Biyun.

There were more people out and about in the early evening than I expected. As I looked around, I noticed a wallpaper hanging on the wall.

“Hmm? This is…….”

“It’s a recruitment notice for warriors in Jegalsega.”

“Excellent.”

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Yeah, I couldn’t read it, but it wasn’t like I was anything special. Lots of people couldn’t read, let alone write. A lot of people couldn’t even read.

Of course, the wallpaper that Jegalsega had put up was even harder to read because it had a lot of unnecessarily difficult kanji written on it.

And I’m the son of a whore and a thief. I think it’s great that I can read to a certain extent.

However, this time I felt a bit of a crisis. If Bi Yan can read, but I can’t, it will be a great loss of dignity as a teacher.

I turned away, thinking that I would have to resume my writing studies when I got back. There were quite a few people on the street.

“The wallpaper must have come from elsewhere.”

“It’s been there for a while.”

“That’s why they’re all here.”

For a martial artist, a wall that can hold his body is a shield. It is the whetstone that sharpens the sword. Like a whetstone sharpening a dull blade.

One could further hone one’s skills through dueling and training in a clan, and if one was attacked, the members of the clan would naturally take up arms together.

Of course, it was the Jegalese, a member of the Five Great Families, who put up the wallpaper, although they were considered to be relatively weak in influence.

I was a little suspicious, though. Normally, a Sega would belong to a clan, but unlike a clan, a Sega was tied by blood.

But for a Sega like that to recruit martial artists, was there really a shortage of manpower, or was Jegalese carrying out his own reforms?

“It just so happens that it’s market day. I never thought there would be so many people.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

“That’s right, that’s very reassuring.”

“…….”

Bi Yan’s face soon turned as red as a blush. Her hand was now clasping mine, a calloused, unattended hand.

I smiled and held her hand tightly. She blushed and avoided my gaze. I walked down the street with her.

By now, the restaurant was packed with people, and luckily, there were seats available, so we sat down right away.

Jumsoi quickly found us, and I ordered a reasonable amount of food, and didn’t forget to order some white wine as well.

I’ve stopped drinking now because I have to teach non-discipline, but I used to be a huge fan of alcohol. I used to drink until I couldn’t drink anymore.

Of course, Bi Yan didn’t like it when I drank, but on a day like today, it wouldn’t make sense if I didn’t get drunk.

Soon, my order arrived, along with a bottle of white wine. I grinned and grabbed the bottle. Or, more accurately, I tried to grab it.

Bi-Yeon snatched the bottle like an eagle. I dropped my half-raised hand back down to the desk. It wasn’t that I was slowing down.

“A lowly disciple dares to raise a glass to his master.”

“That’s unusual, I thought you didn’t like to drink.”

“If it’s a light drink, it’s fine.”

“If you put it that way…….”

I held out the glass toward Bi Yan. She stared at the glass for a moment, then stood up and moved to sit next to me.

It happened so fast, I couldn’t even react. In the blink of an eye, she had taken my seat and smiled at me.

Then she began pouring liquor into my cup, the warm liquid warming my glass. Without a word, I downed the entire glass. “Do you like it?” “Yes, but…….” “What?” “No, it’s nothing.” “I’m drinking from a kid.” What can I say, I felt very self-conscious. Wasn’t she my only disciple?

So I tried to pour myself a drink, but she never gave me the bottle. I sighed as I watched.

I can’t keep making her serve me drinks. I guess I’ll just have to settle for a bottle of this today, I thought.

“Let’s eat first.”

“I understand, Master.”

“Yes, enjoy.”

The dumplings and fried rice were my favorite dishes here. It was the closest thing to what I’d eaten in the modern world.

Plus, it was the only food I could actually eat.

But it’s a restaurant, and it’s a bar, so I tried to ignore it, but the noise was overwhelming, so I turned my head.

My eyes locked with a woman drinking next to me. She had long brown hair and wore a colorful silk robe.

“Tianbiryu?”

“Whey?”

“You must be Tianbiryu!”

I smiled wryly as she smiled and waved. To be honest,…… right now I was very uncomfortable with her.

Because, she was my first love, even if it was now shattered. I turned my head. There were quite a few men by her side.

Every single one of them had a weapon, and all of them seemed to be unarmed. They looked at me, and then they smiled and waved. Yu Cheng-mi stood up from her seat and walked over to me. While I was baffled by this very natural movement, someone stopped her. It was Bi Yan, who was sitting next to me. Yu Chengmei looked slightly surprised, but then she smiled and extended her hand to Biyun.

“She’s cute. Is she your sister or daughter?”

“Get lost, whore.”

Bi-Yeon shook off Yu Cheng-Mi’s hand. Silence descended on the room for a moment.

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“Yuchengmi. A martial artist who had entered the mid-grade realm, she was well known in the islands.

Nonetheless, Bi Yan had taken note of her, and the reason for this was due to a certain unsavory incident with his master in the past.

In a previous life, the Master had had a chance encounter with Yu Cheng-mi, and from that day on, the Master had been sneaking out at night.

He didn’t mind. Even if his master was stabbed in the back by Yu Cheng-mi and all his money was taken from him.

But not now.

Now, Bi Yan considered her teacher more important than herself. How dare she flirt with such a master? Don’t be ridiculous. As if this Tianbi Yan, the first disciple of the Tianbi Family, would let that happen. Bi Yan stood up from her seat and walked forward.

“What a cute child. Is it a brother or a daughter?”

Liu Chengmei smiled and tried to stroke Bi Yan’s head. How dare she, she didn’t even know the subject. Bi Yan sneered and swung her chopsticks.

Her hand flew high into the air with the sound of bamboo cracking. It was said that you can’t spit on a smiling face. Bi Yan immediately opened her mouth.

“Go away, whore.”

You want me to tear that smile off your face?”