Chapter: 164
They failed to notice that someone was stealing the clothes they had left on the farm road.
It was Pyo-wol who walked calmly while changing into farmer�s clothes. He hung his sickle around his waist and walked like a real farmer.
Because of that, even the peasants didn�t think it was strange at all when they saw him.
Pyo-wol acted like a real farmer.
He thoroughly imitated the behavior of farmers, even their facial expressions.
One of the things Pyo-wol learned in order to survive in the dark was to imitate others.
It was So Gyeoksan who taught him the art of imitation.
So Gyeoksan was from an arts troupe that performed miscellaneous plays. He was particularly good at changing his face in an instant.
He said that the audience cannot be immersed in a miscellaneous drama simply by changing their face. The audience can only sympathise deeply when they act like an object with a completely changed face, and the key is to think from the perspective of the owner of the face.
Pyo-wol had to think and act thoroughly in the position of the owner of the face.
Imitation was the starting point.
It had to be the subject of thorough imitation.
So Gyeoksan said it in passing, but his words were deeply engraved in Pyo-wol�s mind. After that, Pyo-wol had a habit of observing and imitating the actions of others.
Its true value was being demonstrated now.
Even now, the warriors were frantic as they tried to look for him everywhere, but Pyo-wol himself was walking with a relaxed mind like a farmer.
Pyo-wol looked at the golden fields with a heartwarming smile like a real farmer.
He was truly amazed at the magnificent spectacle he had seen before.
He had quite a lot of experience wandering the river alone as a child, but he had never seen such spectacular scenery.
Pyo-wol thought that the scene in front of him was beautiful.
He himself wanted to become a farmer and live a peaceful life like this.
But he knew best how vain his wishes were.
On the way here, Pyo-wol had the blood of many people buried in his hands. In most cases, they were the ones who attacked first, but in some cases, Pyo-wol was the first one to sneak and kill them.
As long as their blood is on his hands, he will not be given a peaceful life.
Pyo-wol shook his head and threw away his thoughts.
He was simply pretending to be a farmer, but he was too immersed in it.
Pyo-wol walked hurriedly.�
Because he wanted to get out of this situation.
It was when he reached the end of the farm road.
�It�s a message from the Qingcheng sect that the assassin is moving west. Everyone block the road around here.�
A group of warriors appeared and blocked all the farm roads leading out of the paddy fields. JrNovels.com
It was Pyo-wol who walked calmly while changing into farmer�s clothes. He hung his sickle around his waist and walked like a real farmer.
Because of that, even the peasants didn�t think it was strange at all when they saw him.
Pyo-wol acted like a real farmer.
He thoroughly imitated the behavior of farmers, even their facial expressions.
One of the things Pyo-wol learned in order to survive in the dark was to imitate others.
It was So Gyeoksan who taught him the art of imitation.
So Gyeoksan was from an arts troupe that performed miscellaneous plays. He was particularly good at changing his face in an instant.
He said that the audience cannot be immersed in a miscellaneous drama simply by changing their face. The audience can only sympathise deeply when they act like an object with a completely changed face, and the key is to think from the perspective of the owner of the face.
Pyo-wol had to think and act thoroughly in the position of the owner of the face.
Imitation was the starting point.
It had to be the subject of thorough imitation.
So Gyeoksan said it in passing, but his words were deeply engraved in Pyo-wol�s mind. After that, Pyo-wol had a habit of observing and imitating the actions of others.
Its true value was being demonstrated now.
Even now, the warriors were frantic as they tried to look for him everywhere, but Pyo-wol himself was walking with a relaxed mind like a farmer.
Pyo-wol looked at the golden fields with a heartwarming smile like a real farmer.
He was truly amazed at the magnificent spectacle he had seen before.
He had quite a lot of experience wandering the river alone as a child, but he had never seen such spectacular scenery.
Pyo-wol thought that the scene in front of him was beautiful.
He himself wanted to become a farmer and live a peaceful life like this.
But he knew best how vain his wishes were.
On the way here, Pyo-wol had the blood of many people buried in his hands. In most cases, they were the ones who attacked first, but in some cases, Pyo-wol was the first one to sneak and kill them.
As long as their blood is on his hands, he will not be given a peaceful life.
Pyo-wol shook his head and threw away his thoughts.
He was simply pretending to be a farmer, but he was too immersed in it.
Pyo-wol walked hurriedly.�
Because he wanted to get out of this situation.
It was when he reached the end of the farm road.
�It�s a message from the Qingcheng sect that the assassin is moving west. Everyone block the road around here.�
A group of warriors appeared and blocked all the farm roads leading out of the paddy fields. JrNovels.com
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