Unknowingly, Jong-seok was reading the first record of a failed village.

The daily records, apparently written by the chief of Nakbangchon, contained what happened in the village from day to day, and what scholars shared in talking about, discussing, discussing, and discussing academic affairs, current coordination and politics.

Reading the book quickly, Jong-seok sometimes nodded his head, sometimes with admiration.

Instead of admiring the daily life of the Nakbangchon village written in the daily records, they were admiring what the scholars discussed about politics and academics.

Some valued national defense, some discussed the economy, and some discussed the rule of law.

And the logic and examples supporting the argument were all sound and reasonable.

'Someone's right, I can't say wrong. Do Korean politicians even think about their country during the Ming Dynasty?’

Jong-seok, who had thought about it for a while, opened the door when he picked up another book.

"You're not sleeping?”

As Jong-seok did not come late at night, the old man came to see him because he was worried.

"If it doesn't work, I'd like to read some more books.”

"Oh, no, you must be tired."

"No, thanks. Are you gonna be okay?

Jong-seok looked eagerly at him, and the old man nodded as he looked at him.

"Do so."

Jong-seok bowed to the old man's words and closed the door and went out. And when Jong-seok looked at the book again, the door opened and the old man came in.

"Grandfather."

The old man was not empty-handed.

He came in with a blanket and a stand that looked heavy at one glance.

Jong-seok hurriedly received it, said the old man.

"If you feel tired watching, sleep here.”

The old man swept the floor with a broom on one side and laid a blanket on it.

"This will make your blanket dirty."

"It's okay. It's a blanket. It's enough to wash it again. And I brought a light, so look at the book with this. It hurts my eyes when I read books for a long time."

The old man, who connected electricity to the stand, held out a plastic wrap from his pocket.

"Dried jerky. If you're hungry, chew and watch."

"Thank you."

"You must treat your guests with respect so that my children who are out of town can be treated with respect."

With a smile, Jong-seok smiled as the old man turned away.

"If you treat your guests dearly, your child who has gone to another country will be treated dearly."

It's not that difficult, but the heart contained in it was warm. Jong-seok, who smiled at him, recalled Ianna.

'Anna's right that the people of the valley have affection.'

Recalling what Lee An-na said, Jong-seok turned his head back to the books.

Then I started to read the first record of the village.

***

All of a sudden!

Jong-seok, who was sleeping at the sound of the door opening, jumped up.

"Huck!"

When you sleep in a foreign country, you wake up without realizing that you are nervous.

When Jong-seok, who had started his body, came to his senses in a hurry, the old man who came in looked at him with surprise.

"Are you all right?"

"I'm a little nervous because I'm sleeping away."

said the old man, who nodded at Jong-seok's words.

"Eat."

"Okay."

The old man turned away at Jong-seok's horse. Jong-seok, who was looking at such an old man, glanced at the books he was looking at.

There was nothing he was looking for in the book he had been reading until yesterday. But, ··.

Jong-seok nodded at the bookshelves still stuck in the bookshelf.

"There's gotta be something in here about the academic history of the Experience Book.”

Jong-seok, who was looking at the books, arranged what he saw separately and came out.

Outside, an old man was waiting for him.

When Jong-seok came out, the old man brought him into his house.

There was already food on the table in the yard.

"Welcome."

Jong-seok bowed his head as the old man's wife smiled and welcomed him.

"Have you slept well?”

"Wasn't it cold and cold?”

"It was okay sleeping under the covers."

"But you still have to sleep at home, so go ahead and eat."

When his grandmother put the rice in a bowl, Jong-seok lowered his head, received the bowl, and held up his chopsticks.

The old man and his grandmother began to eat rice at the sight.

'Let's try some.’

It is the first time for Jongseok to be eaten by locals, not by restaurants.

After having a meal, Jong-seok was talking with the old man over tea.

"Then how many days do you intend to stay?”

"I'm trying to stay for five to seven days, but I'm afraid I'll be a nuisance."

"It would be nice to have a young man in town. And it's reassuring to have a congressman in town."

"Really?"

"It's a village where only the elderly live, so if anyone gets sick, it's a job to take them to another town.”

"Okay."

Then Jong-seok stood up and slipped out an envelope.

"It's small, but it's my heart."

“···.”

The old man, who was looking at Jong-seok's envelope, nodded and received it.

"Give it to me. I'll take it."

"I was ashamed of my hands. Thank you."

I thought I should pay for the accommodation, so I took care of it separately, but now that I'm giving it to you, I was worried about what to do.

But I thought it would be better to give you something quickly, so I gave it to you right away, but please accept it more comfortably than I thought. Jong-seok felt at ease.

"And if it's not rude, I'd like to stay in the library, would that be okay?"

"In the library? Wouldn't it be inconvenient?"

"No, it's cool in the summer so I can sleep better."

"Then please be careful of your complaint."

"Thank you."

"If you have any inconvenience, please feel free to tell me."

Jong-seok, who bowed his head to the old man's words, rose up.

"Then I'll go."

"Go ahead."

Turning to the old man's words, Jong-seok, who entered Seogo, began to take out the first record of the village.

***

The village was attacked. Would it have been a sign? When I came outside to the loud sound of a sudden noise, I found a scholar Eugene fighting the masked men.

By the time the surprised scholars came out with the club, the ground burst with a roar and the masked men collapsed.

Jong-seok, who was looking at the first record, woke up.

"Yujin Bachelor? Assault?"

When he heard that he had a fight with the word "surprise," Jong-seok took out the book in front of the Japanese record and reviewed it again.

In the previous volume, there were several stories about Yujin Haksa.

They included Eugene's discussions on learning and that he went to teach Kyun-hyun's acquaintances.

Jong-seok looked at the book again.

The scholar Eugene, who knocked down the masked men, asked them something. But they died, vomiting blood out of the mask.

At the scene, Yujin took off the masks of the masked men and asked them to flee to Kyunhyeon, but suddenly disappeared.

Are you suddenly disappearing? Like in the martial arts novel, it suddenly disappeared from my sight?’

With the disappearance of Yujin Haksa, a coal mine began to rise thick in the presence of independents.

The surprised students rushed to the school and took refuge in Kyunghyun.

And according to Yujin, who visited us the next day, the shamanists were attacked yesterday.

It's like a war in a martial arts novel.’

I re-read the article in the back thinking that way, but no more fights or such content came out.

It was just written about the unsettled atmosphere of the Nakbangchon caused by the raid.

Jong-seok, who was reading up to there, put down his book and opened his backpack.

Then opened the zipper on the back of the backpack.

When Jong-seok, who opened the zipper, put his hand in and pulled it out, an experience book came out in his hand.

I couldn't check it right away because I didn't have an experience book in Japan. That's why I brought an experience book this time.

Jong-seok, who took out his experience book, wrote with a pencil.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Jong-seok's writings began to appear as the pages of the book in the red went over to the writings began to appear.

I was reading the late evening Analects. But I began to feel strange signs outside.

It was murder. Living in a place where scholars do math.

I knew Jong-seok by reading the writings left by the scholar.

"A scholar Yu-jin was the owner of the Experience Book.’

It was written in the Experience Book, which is similar to the writing written in the daily records of Nakbangchon.

Jong-seok quickly read the article.

When I finished reading the book, I remembered an article announcing that I would gain experience.

"Geongongu gongpung wind?"’

According to the scholar's writing, Geongongugong was the only martial arts he used.

So, if it says that I've become used to playing ball, as I did when I gained additional experience in studying, I guess so, but a new experience of playing ball has come out.

I knew what it was like to play was.

According to the scholar's writings, he used his strength to defeat the enemy by catching the wind with a ball.

However, I couldn't understand exactly what it meant to catch the wind.

Of course, when you read the writer's experiences, the situation is as clear as it has been.

But catching this wind is not understandable by common sense.

Jong-seok put his experience book back in his backpack, cut it, and closed his eyes.

'Let's go to bed for now.'

Also, it is certain to see the experience again through a dream to make it one's.

When I read a book, if I can understand the situation in my head, in my dream, he himself becomes a writer and goes through it again.

After waking up, Jong-seok was able to see what the Geon-gon-gu air was like.

If the ball was a ball, the ball was a ball of the wind.

To catch the ball of the wind, absorb it into the body without dispersing it, and use the power as one's own, and that was the Geongongugong wind.

It's a complete martial arts novel, isn't it?’

***

Knowing that the former owner of the Experience Book was Eugene Bachelor, Jong-seok examined the contents related to the name Eugene.

However, there has been no information about Eugene since some time has passed.

'Is he gone?

When the name Eugene didn't come out to such an extent that he thought so, by the time he was a little impatient, Jong-seok knew that he had found what he was looking for.

The records of the 18th Chief indicated that Eugene had entered the Nakbangchon.

'You left and came back.'

Jong-seok, muttered into his mind, glistened as he read again.

"It's the handwriting of the writer."

The handwriting on the record was Eugene's. Why do you know?

Jong-seok's handwriting was his dream, and unless he followed someone else's handwriting, Jong-seok's handwriting was Eugene's handwriting.

Jong-seok read the diary of the Nakbangchon recorded by Eugene.

Yujin's diary in Nakbangchon was over ten volumes. It was an overwhelming number compared to the usual fact that the chief didn't cross one volume.

And that's how Eugene stayed in Nakbangchon as chief for a long time.

However, Eugene's record did not have the same name as the Experience Book. He just recorded the daily life of a failed village, not his own.

Anyway, Jong-seok's eyes, which kept looking at the books, changed his handwriting and the name of the new chief came out.

Jong-seok, who was satisfied with the change of chief without much information, continued to read.

And ···.

'Yu-jin, you're dead.’

Jong-seok, who confirmed the death of the former writer in writing, felt a little strange.

As he learned about Eugene, he was considered a friend and teacher, but he died.

Jong-seok covered the book after seeing that Eugene had died for a while. If Eugene is dead, there is no reason to read the first record anymore.

And ···.

Jong-seok put a record on the shelf and stepped back. Then he caught his eyes full of library books.

"In here are the books touched by the hands of Yujin."

an end