Moduru and Busabi headed to the tavern together. It wasn't because I was as angry as I was the other day, but because I wanted to have a drink with pleasure. As much as they did, the street atmosphere of Yodongseong Fortress had changed completely from not long ago. The stagnant energy was completely gone and full of energy. The festival to celebrate the victory was about to take place. All of them and Busabi were delighted to hear General Kojin's words that they would hold a martial arts competition involving both the military and the people. Even after conquering the latter, they felt depressed as if they had lost. I had regrets about why I came all the way to the western border. I swallowed my sadness and anger in my heart, but I couldn't get rid of my anger. The only comfort is that they made friends with each other under the arrangement of General Gojin. After greeting each other in General Gojin's office, the two went to the barracks in Dululu together and drank all night with a heart of soothing their painful hearts. On the surface, Busabi looked gentle, but he had a boyish spirit to protect Goguryeo's spirit and was angry. The steward told Taduru about his history. In 378, when he was 15, he was invaded by Khitan and lost both his parents and family. Busabi was practicing martial arts at the time, and while going down from his teacher's errand, he visited the village to see his parents. However, there was no way to find the old appearance of the village, and it was all in chaos, and the smell of the dead body was strong. Bodies were scattered everywhere. Some men were lying with spears on their stomachs, and some women were killed while being robbed, with their bottoms exposed. I couldn't bear to see the devastation that became a mess, such as a child who died on his parents' back, a child who was crushed to death by the pile of collapsed houses, and houses that were burned down and destroyed. He ran to the lying man and shook him, but his cold, stiff body was silent. Tears came out and vomiting came out. I lost my mind for a while and walked absent-mindedly, and suddenly, my family came to mind. "I hope you'll be safe," he said, hoping in vain. His parents were stabbed to death near his house and called for his beloved sister, but there was no response. It was obvious that he had been taken to the object of the Khitan lust. In a day he was reduced to the loss of all his family. His eyes were turned upside down by the grief of losing his family, and he was bloodied by the brutal killing of the Khitan people. I wanted a thousand times as much revenge as well as a thousand times more revenge. He couldn't contain his anger and chased after the invading army. However, Goguryeo soldiers were nowhere to be seen. It was resentful of the mediation that failed to prepare for the invasion of Khitan. However, they could not help but resent the adjustment and wait for countermeasures. He went to fight against the Khitan people, even though he was bloodshot. It was a reckless act, but several people joined him and the people acted together. The people, who were terrified by the murderous atrocities of the Khitan people, did not hesitate to fight the Khitan people regardless of front or rear. The people were armed themselves, and they joined forces with the soldiers who arrived late to fight. Thus, they were finally able to expel the invading army from Goguryeo territory. Through this tragedy, Busabi realized that when the country was devastated by foreign invasion, the people suffered and died before anyone else. For this reason, he tried to volunteer as a soldier to prevent foreign invasion. So he gave up martial arts training and tried to descend, but his teacher, Seokpae, stopped him from descending. Seokpae had a special relationship with Duso when he was young. The two were very close and were recognized as talents who would lead the future of the country. However, the Seokpae hid in the middle of the night when Duso ascended to the national prize and became tyrannical. Having to betray his country to protect his friend's friendship, and having to fight for his loyalty, he was buried in the middle of the night and decided to train his juniors. It was a coincidence that Busabi took Seokpae as his teacher. At the age of 11, he was fighting with the captain of the other side, dividing the children into two groups and playing war games. Looking at this, the passerby looked closely at Busabi's frame and asked. "What's your name?" Even with a young eye, the passengers looked somewhat unusual. "It's called Busabi." "Are you not willing to learn martial arts?" "Are you sure?" The assistant immediately agreed, and the visitor came to discuss it with his parents. However, the visitor was someone my father respected. Perhaps that's why my parents agreed without much opposition. He has learned martial arts from his teacher since he was young, so his teacher meant more than blood to him. Such a teacher wouldn't allow me to go down. When I brought up the subject of descending, he treated me firmly. "Now, let's face me!" The teacher gave him a real sword and attacked him with a wooden sword. The teacher's attack was very sharp. Even though they competed with the real sword, they could not compete with the master's wooden sword. Then my teacher scolded me severely. "What kind of martial arts do you mean by preventing foreign enemies?" "Don't martial arts have to be high in preventing foreign enemies?" "Yes, that's right." However, it is by no means a bloody confrontation. You must be able to confront the mind with the power." "I don't know what your teacher meant, but isn't defending your country a hot love for your country?" "A hot love for your country..." That's a good word. If you really want to go down, beat me with your hot love." The adverbial ratio was amazing. I couldn't imagine that he would take over his teacher. It sounded like they were going to keep practicing martial arts in the mountains forever. So he protested to his teacher again. "How can I beat my teacher?" So, if I can't beat my master, I can't go down?" "If there's hot love as you say, there's no reason why I can't go beyond you." If you really want to avenge your parents, concentrate more on martial arts. If you don't want to be humiliated by foreign invasions, learn more martial arts." "Teacher!" "Hold your hot love in your heart." Then your martial arts will improve faster. Don't say anything more and concentrate on the martial arts." The noncommissioned officer couldn't resist the teacher's order. Not only because he was a teacher. I don't know what the teacher said, but I couldn't help but admit that it was right. If his teacher had been judged to be wrong, he would certainly have disobeyed. He decided to follow his teacher's orders, but he could not forget the situation of the country threatened by foreign invasions and the enemy of his family. So I studied martial arts hard and competed with my teacher. I've been defeated every time. I couldn't beat my teacher's martial arts. His anger-filled heart could not tolerate giving up, but he could not find out the reason for his defeat in the confrontation with his teacher. He made a bloody effort to find out the cause. It was a long training course of seven years. The more he continued to practice martial arts, the harder it was to unravel. Although the speed of the sword increased, it was not natural. As a result, I couldn't carry my strength and played separately with each knife movement. He was preoccupied with the problem, but couldn't solve it at all. With a feeling of desperation, I stared blankly at the waterfall. I was desperate only to think that it would be good if I could move vigorously like a waterfall. After doing this for many days, one day he went down to the waterfall ari because of thirst and drank a sip of water in the valley. It was as cool as a hole in my blocked chest. There was something that crossed his mind. "If you continue to strike and swing your sword coolly with a force as majestic as a waterfall..." The waterfall is the force of a mountain on both sides. He tried to apply the logic of the waterfall to the principle of the sword, saying, "If the force of the waterfall is the force of nature and the force of the waterfall is the force of the waterfall... and if my feelings are straightened out and the sword is struck continuously." Along with the hop method taught by the teacher, the principle of the waterfall was applied to the sword method. Then, little by little, a waterfall-like airflow was formed in his sword. So he continued to polish and devote himself to it, and finally completed it and asked his teacher for a battle. The teacher received a few swords from the steward, and said, "I don't respond anymore." "I've learned the logic of the sword, of course, and the reason of the world, so there's nothing more to teach." "No." I still have a long way to go." His teacher's words brought joy and pain to his words. Now that I've got a sense of what my teacher meant, I can't believe I have to leave my teacher... "Busabi! Do you understand why I stopped you from going down the mountain?" "I don't know, but I think I know a little." "Yes, tell me." "I think you're saying that you shouldn't express your love for your country on impulse." "Yes." "Please point out a lot of your lack of disciples." This teacher showed a very shameful appearance. So I didn't want you to be the only one to commit this mistake." "..." "I couldn't express my loyalty to my country in my heart, so I showed a foolishness that I couldn't distinguish between friendship and loyalty." Don't follow in my footsteps. Do you understand?" "I don't even know that... I'll keep that in mind, Master!" "I ask you again, but always use martial arts for the sake of the country and the people." "I'll always remember your words." "Come with me!"" The teacher led Busabi into the hut where he was hiding. The teacher took out an object that he had kept very dearly. It was just a round-the-clock. "Here, take this sword," You'll need this knife. "No, this knife will need you." "No, it won't." I still have a long way to go. "How can I receive my master's sword?" "No, I can't." Let's go ahead." The teacher nodded brightly. Busabi was not able to overcome his teacher's earnest recommendation and accepted the change. "Thank you. Now you will have to give your country my share." "Teacher!"
" The teacher stared at him with affectionate eyes. It was to keep his beloved disciple in mind ahead of the breakup, when he could not promise when to see him. He seemed to understand his teacher's feelings. He lowered his head even further. The teacher looked at him like this and kept saying, "It is said that they are recruiting expeditionary forces in anticipation of a future invasion. Go down and become the shield of your country." "Teacher!" Busabi shed hot tears and approved his teacher to resign. He then went down and applied for the Western Border Expeditionary Force. The latter expeditionary forces were brought together in two forms. One was a military that part of the regular national army was dispatched, and the other was recruited from the western neighborhood. Goguryeo was external on all sides, so it was not possible to concentrate the regular army of the national highway in any one place. Therefore, in order to attack one place, the people of the neighboring province had to be dispatched to gather soldiers. In this process, the adverb fee volunteered to recruit soldiers from neighboring provinces. He told Moduru about his history and let out a long sigh. No, it was more like anger than a sigh. "The people in the court have no idea what kind of pain the people suffer when they are invaded by foreign enemies." "They can only sit on the national road and save their seats." I don't want to see that..." All of them agreed and expressed their anger. "That's right. If you know, you should be prepared in advance, not in a hurry." "That's a problem because you can't expect it." If you look at this expedition alone, you're asking us to withdraw all the troops who have won the war, so what more do we need to say?" Daru suffered from resentment that did not end with a complete victory. However, knowing that Busabi was the same, he seemed to have acquired a valuable companion. Perhaps that's why the two of them spat out their inner stories. When each other's intentions worked, they even talked about their feelings. Their conversation was endless. The two candidly complained about the reality of the country. "The people are going to defend themselves against foreign enemies. "Because I know too well how much the pain is otherwise." "I can see clearly from hearing the horrors of the disturbance." But this guy's court... "I've been thinking about my teacher more these days." "I understand that feeling." What do you mean a coward who is afraid of foreign enemies... "You shouldn't let those people control state affairs." As they heated up their enthusiasm, they were both saddened and upset by the reality of the court. In agreement, the two became close friends as if they had been dating for a long time. The two often met and talked to each other, expanding their consensus. But today they were not going to the bar to vent their anger. It was to shake off his anger and share his cup of joy. Source: Jeong Il-ho, Heavenly Kingdom, and Daeguryeo.
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