In mid-December, a calligraphy contest was held at a traditional Confucian academy. Jong-seok, who set off on a bus the day before with his elders, was entering a thatched-roof house located on one side of the traditional Seowon.

This was where Yu Yeong-sin lived.

In the traditional Confucian academy, the traditional house was built in the form of a three-story one-room house where the Hwang Myung-in family lived and the dormitories where the former students of Cheongseo-won lived.

There was a place where I could sleep comfortably, but Jong-seok liked the house where Yoo Young-shin lived.

So Jong-seok asked Yu Yeong-sin to help him stay here if he had to sleep in Cheongseo-won.

In the thatched cottage, the objects used by Yu Yeong-sin remained covered with white cloth.

It is a place where Yoo Yeong-sin leaves and sometimes comes to sleep, so the cloth is covered so that dust does not accumulate.

Jong-seok, who was looking at the white cloth, took a broom and a mop and wiped the room clean.

Although it was only after five months, the room was cleaner than I thought.

I heard that Hwang Myung-in and Yoo Young-shin come once a month to look around and look around the traditional Seowon.

And the grown-ups at the door didn't refuse it. When Hwang Myung-in abandoned the traditional Confucian academy, I was angry and thought I would never see it again, but in fact, adults understand Hwang Myung-in's mind.

In the future, Hwang Myung-in wants to regain the traditional Confucian academy and connect it again.

Jong-seok, who cleaned the room and collected white cloth, sat down. Then he stroked a small desk with his hand that was worth seeing in a historical drama.

As I stroked the desk with soft hands, Yoo Young-shin came to mind.

"Let me call you after a long time."

Jong-seok, who thought so, called Yoo Young-shin.

"I'm Jong-seok."

Oh, you're the master.

"Tell me to lower your voice.

No, I'm comfortable with this.

Jong-seok laughed at Yoo Young-shin's voice.

"You're still an old man."

It's always like that for me.

"How's Cheongseowon going?”

These days, a small master goes to college, gives lectures, and brings students to clubs or something.

You must be looking for your own school to promote calligraphy. By the way, do you go to calligraphy clubs?’

There are many clubs in the university, but there are some clubs that do calligraphy.

Perhaps Hwang Myung-in visited such places and met people who wanted to learn calligraphy.

"It must be good for you to be diligent."

These days, more and more people are taking calligraphy classes, so I'm a little busy here.

"I see. Oh! And I'm in your room now."

It's cool in the summer, so it's okay, but it's cold in winter because there's no people in it, so it's better to sleep in the dorm or at your home than in my room.

"I feel comfortable here. I feel comfortable when I see things on your hands.”

If you go to the warehouse, there will be an electric pad, so at least put it on and sleep. I guess Master Moon Bang-woo is having a meeting today.

"Huh? Didn't you hear about the calligraphy contest?”

Calligraphy contest?

Jong-seok said to the mysterious Yoo Young-shin. Then Yoo Young-shin sighed with a cry.

The little master didn't say that.

"I think the invitation's gone.”

Perhaps, it's inconvenient because it's a gathering of adults.

Jong-seok nodded small at Yoo Young-shin.

The calligraphy contest was contacted by all the sponsors who provided money to the traditional Confucian academy by invitation, and most of them attended.

It would be inconvenient for Hwang to attend such a meeting.

It is a gathering of supporters to preserve the Cheongseowon that they sold.

"I see."

Then I hope the calligraphy contest goes well tomorrow.

"It has to work out."

Jong-seok hung up after talking a few more words.

Jong-seok, who hung up the phone, got up while looking at the room and walked to the warehouse.

Jong-seok, who turned on the fire in the warehouse, looked at the light bulb sprinkling with yellow lights and went inside.

Jong-seok, who was looking at the neatly arranged farming tools as if to show Yoo Young-shin's character, looked everywhere for electric pad.

"Is it something you don't use often?"

If it is used well, it would be in the entrance or in the visible area, but the electric pad could not be seen well.

As he looked at the corners of the stone, he could see what seemed to be an electric pad code.

"Here it is."

Jong-seok, who found the floorboard pulling the cord, pulled it.

All of a sudden!

And at the moment, a box fell off as if it touched something with the electric pad moving.

Boom!

The box fell and the contents of it spilled out.

"My God!"

Jong-seok hastily picked up the box and picked up the spilled stuff.

"Those things are important to your elders."

What fell was a box containing items used during the independence movement shown by Yoo Young-shin.

And the things spilled on the floor were like Yoo Young-shin's bloody hanbok and the dagger he was using.

Jong-seok, who carefully packed the things in a box, looked inside.

The items I had seen before came to mind and contrasted with the items contained inside.

To see if there's anything you haven't picked up. And I couldn't see one thing.

"There used to be an envelope or something.”

There was no envelope in the box now. He quickly fell on the floor and began to look.

It wasn't too bright because it was a yellow light bulb used in the past, so Jong-seok took out his cell phone, turned on the light, and looked at the floor again.

Then a sense of relief came to Jong-seok's face. He saw an envelope under one side of the shovel.

"Phew! That's a relief."

With a sigh of relief, Jong-seok picked up the envelope and tried to put it in the box, but suddenly looked down at it.

"But what's there?"

The texture of the envelope was thicker than I thought.

'You used a thick envelope.’

After looking at the envelope for a moment, Jong-seok put it in the box.

The moment I saw the envelope, I was curious about what was in it.

When Yoo Young-shin showed the stuff in the box before, he remembered that the envelope was nothing.

"If it's an envelope I can show you, then you'll show it to me.”

Jong-seok put the box back where it was and took out the electric pad.

Then, Jong-seok sighed and brought the electric pad back to where it was.

It's been in the warehouse for a long time, so all the mold is on the electric pad.

"I'll buy you an electric pad.”

Jong-seok, who was coming out of the warehouse again, looked inside and went into the room.

It was cold in the middle of the winter in December, but it was worth lying down like that when I opened my eyes and cried.

Early the next morning Jong-seok shuddered out of the house.

"Uh! It's cold!"

Shaking out, Jong-seok twisting himself lightly.

"I heard that if you become a master of internal affairs, you won't be able to keep up with it's all a lie.

muttered inwardly, Jong-seok stretched out his hands lightly. Then he began to move, wrapping the wind energy felt between his palms.

With the gungon-gu gong wind, the stalactites containing the energy of the wind began to move smoothly.

Two-two-took!

With the movement of the stalactites, the energy of the wind permeated into the body. The force then traveled all over Jong-seok's body, touching the blocked blood vessels and starting to get a tache.

Jong-seok smiled as he felt his body warmed up with a pleasantly dry mouth air.

'Geongongugong is a good thing, too.'

Jong-seok, who was playing hardball with such thoughts, heard a small sound of popularity.

'I'm afraid I'll have to stop here.’

It doesn't matter when you spread the ball, but you have to stop when you spread the ball.

The phenomenon caused by wind rotating around one's body was different from the usual one, giving it a mysterious feeling, so there was nothing good to see in other people's eyes.

The stalactites gently stopped the dry ball slowly, grinding its internal strength.

Argh!

The energy of the wind slowly slipped out of the body. Although the wind absorbs the wind energy from the dry bulb wind, most of it disappears again.

The wind is the power to travel freely around the world, and the power to carry it in the body for a while, but at the end, it is released again to make the world go round.

Feeling the wind blowing around him, Jong-seok looked where he could hear the sound.

After a while, the noise grew slightly and an old man appeared.

"Elder?"

It was Yoo Young-shin who showed up.

"Have you had a good night'sir.

When Yoo Young-shin bowed politely, Jong-seok bowed his head and asked, wondering.

"How did you get here so early?”

"I came early in the morning because I thought I'd have to come and help, so many young men and people are coming."

Jongseok took out his cell phone and looked at what Yoo Young-shin said.

It is not yet seven attempts in the morning. You won't be able to come this early by public transportation.

"Did you come with Wonju?”

"I'm here alone because you have a lot of work to do today."

"Then how did you get here from Seoul?”

"I came by taxi."

"Taxi, ··"

Well, if you're in a taxi, I'll take you anywhere anytime if you pay me.

"Get inside for now."

"No, I have to go around Seowon, clean up, and go see where the food is.”

Yoo Young-shin, who shook his head and laughed, suddenly said.

"But were you all right at night? It's an old meadow, so it must be very cold in winter."

"You need to buy a new electric pad. The mold is all gone and I'll have to throw it away."

"Can't believe me.

When Yoo Young-shin went to the room with the horse, Jong-seok said.

"It's in the electric pad warehouse."

At Jong-seok's words, Yoo Young-shin turned around and headed for the warehouse. Then I went to the electric pad and saw the box next to it and looked at Jong-seok in surprise.

"Did you touch the box?"

"I was pulling out the electric pad yesterday and it fell off the wire. But I still put them all in."

At Jong-seok's words, Yoo Young-shin hurriedly opened the box and saw what was in it, checked the envelope, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Phew!"

Yoo Young-shin, who was stroking the envelope with his hand, looked at Jong-seok.

"Have you opened the envelope?"

"I didn't ask you to see it, but I can't. I just put it in."

At Jong-seok's words, Yoo Young-shin smiled and nodded as he looked at him.

Then he tried to put the envelope in the box, folded it well, and put it in his pocket.

asked him stealthily.

"But what's in the envelope that you care about so much?”

"That, ··"

When asked by Jong-seok, Yoo Young-shin sat on the floor while looking at the envelope for a while.

"You know I did the independence movement, right?"

"Yes."

"I was in the independence movement with the big master. The great master was with me when I gained independence from prison. "How much torture did you do at that time?"

Yoo Young-shin, who shook his head recalling old memories, opened his mouth.

"At that time, the great master was sitting on his feet because of the effects of torture."

"Bad guys. How could you make a man like that?"

When Jong-seok responded, Yoo Young-shin nodded.

"They were really bad people. There's no doubt that it's something people shouldn't do to people, and fortunately, the big master had a bad day, but he had a natural death."

"That's a good thing.”

"And when the great master died, he gave me this envelope."

"Is it like the will of the great master?"

Yoo Young-shin nodded small at Jong-seok's question. Then he began to stroke the envelope with his hand for a moment.

'I'm reminded of the old man.

Watching Yoo Young-shin reminiscing about the envelope, Jong-seok slowly rose from his seat.

"Then I'll go and wash up."

Even Jong-seok said, Yoo Young-shin did not raise his face. I'm just looking at the envelope and reminiscing about my memories with the great master.

Jong-seok, who was watching Yoo Yeong-sin, walked to the dormitory to wash up.

***

After a while, Yu Yeong-sin opened the envelope. I wanted to see his will, or, to be exact, the memory of him again.

Sweep!

Yoo Young-shin, who opened the envelope, slipped out the paper in it. There were two sheets of paper in the envelope.

When I opened one of them, a letter was written.

Let the spirits see.

If you're reading this letter, don't be too sad that I'm dead.

Having lived for the country of the world, and left my learning to my disciples, wouldn't you live and go as a man?

You couldn't have enjoyed your life taking care of me, so now come to see me after a long time.

I'll wash your face and prepare you a meal then.

When he was alive, the great master's character was pleasant and lively. Yoo Young-shin smiled at the mixed writings, or wills, that revealed his personality well.

"How can I eat a meal made by a great master?’

Yoo Young-shin, who was looking at the letter with a small smile, opened another sheet of paper.

He leaves half of Cheongseowon's property to Yu Yeongsin.

Cheongseowon Wonju Hwang Seong-su.

Yoo Young-shin, who was briefly looking at his will to leave half of Cheongseowon's property, gently folded it and put it in an envelope.

And this will will will not be visible to the world while Yu Yeong-sin is alive.

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