Why are you coming out of here? (1)

 

"Why do I have to interrupt precious training time to hang out with you?"

Perhaps he hadn't washed away the grudge of the last sparring match, Mu Gong wrinkled his face like his age and scowled at Mu Jin and Mu Yul.

Mu Jin also glared at Mu Gong with a bloody expression on his face.

"Hey... Aren't you the death penalty? The priest is like that, but is your training more important? Huh?"

“··· Aren't you a priest too?"

Mu Gong asked back with a look of bewilderment, and a sneer appeared on Mujin's lips.

"Then it will be a death penalty for the priest, but if you like it, I'll call it the death penalty. Endless Death Penalty ·"

Mu slammed his fists at the squeaking out of the jam.

"I was caught off guard back then!"

"Oh yes... I suppose so..."

"Yikes!!"

In the end, Mu Mu Gung, who couldn't control his anger, rushed at Mu Jin.

At that time, I was caught off guard and was ambushed, so I thought I was defeated. Of course, this time it was him who did his best to deliver the blow from the start.

“쯧·”

Of course, it didn't reach Mujin.

Despite the fact that it was a devastating punch that sounded like a slap in the face.

And Mujin, who easily dodged the punch, snuggled into the arms of Mu Qi.

"Humph!"

He had already been beaten once before, so he immediately lowered his stance and tried to block the tackle.

Mujin, who had expected it that far, straightened his posture and turned to the side of Mu Gong, and bound Mu Gong's limbs with his limbs.

In the first place, the tackle was a waste.

Mujin twisted the body of Mu Gung, who was bound by his limbs, at a bizarre angle. It was a twister, one of the modern martial arts techniques.

"Ugh..."

Just like last time, Mu Gung thought he couldn't cry again, so he tried to hold on, but the pain coming from his grotesquely misaligned joint was more than he could have imagined.

"I don't understand why you're losing, do you?"

After subduing Mu Gong, Mu Jin whispered in his ear.

"Tell him why you did that, and I'll tell you why you lose... So let's leave it at that... Huh?"

Mujin, who didn't want to make a fuss again, said only that and gently released the twister.

After being released by the Twister, Mu Gong glared at Mu Jin for a moment, but he didn't rush to take revenge again.

It was partly because he was really curious about why he was losing, and partly because he considered himself a disciple of the prestigious Shaolin sect.

"Okay· I think I've calmed down a bit, but now can you tell me why that kid is in that state?"

Kneading his throbbing joints to Mu Jin's question, Mu Gong replied bluntly.

"Why? It's because they've been taken by the guys..."

"You got caught by the guys?"

"That's right..."

"If it's a sequel, is it a sequel when you're a disciple?"

"Yes... That sequel ...

Mu Jin crumpled his face at Mu Gong's answer and asked again.

"So why do you get to that point because you've been taken in the middle of nowhere? Isn't this Shaolin Temple?"

"It's a matter of origin..."

"Where are you from?"

"Their father is a peddler, working in the country created by the apprentice."

“····”

"Uncle Hye-mun, who went to recruit Pyo-guk's son, noticed his talent and brought him with him. And that son of the country started to bully me for climbing on the subject of the son of the champion ...

"Aren't you crazy? A Shaolin Temple disciple would do something like that?"

"I'm doing it because I won't get caught... His father is a jackpot who works for Mutai's bureau, and he doesn't have the guts to do it..."

The more I listened to it, the more I was getting more and more excited.

At the Shaolin Temple, children who are only in the sixth grade of elementary school believe in their parents' authority and do such things.

Mu Jin, who was slightly annoyed, looked at Mu Gong and said.

"Yes... I couldn't help the guy who was unrespectful. So what were you doing? Don't you think you're still the top of the list?"

"Me? What am I doing there?"

Mu Jin's answer as if it had nothing to do with him made Mu Jin's forehead sprout into his veins.

Judging from the conversation and his attitude so far, this guy was a typical model student.

It is not a model student in the moral sense that is common in modern Korea, but a model student in the order of grades.

"Erai·"

In the end, Mu Jin couldn't control his anger and slapped Mu Gong in the back of the head.

If this was just an ordinary school, it would still be the case, but this was still a Shaolin temple that taught the Buddhist way.

The idea of becoming a Shaolin Temple's Jinshan disciple is so ridiculous...

"Are you still a disciple of Shaolin? Yes? Where's the for the morning Buddhist sutra study?"

Mujin had also taken a blasphemous class that he didn't take at all, but that didn't matter now.

And Mu Gong, who had been slapped in the back of the head by Mu Jin, avoided his gaze to see if there was still a slight stab somewhere, and added a lame excuse.

"But I can't be a snitch... If I did, his father would be kicked out of the country..."

"Even if you don't tell me, I'm going to say you're the strongest here... You just have to protect me..."

"There are three of them. One guy is too much, so how can you deal with three?"

Mu Jin asked, his forehead wrinkled at the strange story that was mixed between the poetic excuses of Mu Qi.

"What are you talking about? Three of us..."

"Mutai's father told me that he was a snobbish lord... There are two other people from the Inner Family Disciple Sect who are doing the Ho Hyung Ho Disciple Sect... They said they spent the same time together on purpose..."

“··· So what's the point of being overwhelmed by even one of them? He says you're the strongest?"

Mujin asked, pointing to Mu Yul.

I'm sure I talked about Mu Yul the other day. Among the disciples who are currently training with him, he is the best in the Infinite Circle of Heaven.

"I think that's what the Priest Martial Eyes thinks... Those guys· I'm training roughly..."

"Rough training?"

"Yes... They're from the family of Shaolin disciples..."

"Oh..."

With Mu Jin's simple explanation, Mu Jin immediately grasped the situation.

If it is a family of self-disciples, the martial arts there must be based on the martial arts of Shaolin.

Therefore, they must have already learned both the Ring of Fortune and the Flame Ball.

People say it's the same everywhere. To put it simply, he had already learned everything beforehand to some extent.

Of course, there are those who consider the process of learning what they have learned as a review.

"They wouldn't have done this..."

After deducing so far, Mujin could see why there were so many people like him who had mastered the art of Buddhism in one day.

"So you're from the inner family?"

"No... I'm also from the martial family, but my family is not a Shaolin family. That's why I'm trying to learn Shaolin's martial arts and become a Jinshan disciple."

"Hmmm· Then, by the time a little more time passes and they're able to master the martial arts they haven't learned yet, they'll work hard, right?"

"Probably not?"

"You didn't learn that, did you? Why?"

"They don't want to become Jinshan disciples anyway... I don't think the people who live comfortably in their own homes want to suffer here. Everyone is sent by their parents to kill time, and when the time comes to choose a Jinshan disciple, they will fall into the inner family disciple on their own."

“··· So bullying that kid is actually a way to kill time..."

"Maybe that's why..."

The more I listened to it, the more excited I became.

And if he was resentful that he had been slapped in the back of the head by Mu Jin, Mu Gong added another lame excuse.

"I didn't want to see them do what they wanted. Bullying alumni at the prestigious Shaolin Temple. If I could have fought all three of them and won, I'd have done it."

"So? You didn't want to fight and lose?"

"That's right! I don't want to lose!"

Mu Jin's successive gallops once again shouted with a childlike face.

'Tsk· What do I want from her?"

It was only then that Mujin remembered that the other party was a big man but still a child, and he clicked his tongue lightly.

Looking at Mu Jin's expression, he looked at himself pathetically, and Mu Gong let out a loud voice.

"And one can win! Those filthy bastards couldn't touch it because there were three of them running around every day!"

"That's right. If we're good enough, I know better. Cancer·"

"Mr. Lee!"

Mu Gung, who has been prained, and Mu Jin, who has become tired of arguing with the child, have a scuffle.

"Uh-huh..."

Mu Kyung, who had been lying on the ground, came to his senses with a groan.

Naturally, Mu Jin and Mu Yule's gaze was drawn to it.

"Huh?"

As soon as he opened his eyes, the three of them were staring at him, and the martial arts officer who was lying on the floor instinctively flinched. It was a defense mechanism that had been ingrained in me by the experience of the past two months.

Mu Jin sighed at the sad appearance and approached Mu Qing with a calm step. Mu Jin followed Mu Yul, and Mu Gung, who seemed to be worried for a while, joined with an expression of helplessness.

Mu Jin walked over to Mu Kyung's side, clicked his tongue lightly, and spoke to Mu Kyung.

"Don't worry, I won't hit you..."

"Hmm..."

Contrary to the fact that he shook his head in understanding, the body of the martial arts officer who was surrounded by the three of them was trembling.

The more I looked at it, the more sad it was, so Mujin said in a friendly tone as much as possible.

"And I've heard about the situation from Mu Mu Qiong..."

Mu Jin gestured his chin to Mu Gong, who was standing behind him, and Mu Qing looked at Mu Gong with a puzzled face.

After waiting for Mu Qing to come to his senses for a while, Mu Jin opened his mouth when Mu Qing turned his head again to look at him.

"So I've been thinking about it for a while. There's a pretty simple solution, isn't there?"

"Do it . . . Decisiveness?"

"Yes... Would you like to hear it?"

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After thinking about it for a while, Mu Qing shook his head cautiously, and Mu Jin said in a nonchalant manner.

"It's simple. What happened to you now· You just have to tell Uncle Hye-jeong all the things that you threatened and bullied with your father..."

Mu Jin's face turned gloomy at Mujin's simple solution. It's not that I haven't thought about it.

"Are you trying to make fun of me? Then they can't leave my father alone..."

"It's that simple. If you can only become a true disciple, all your problems will be solved..."

“???”

Mu Kyung who still has an incomprehensible expression on his face. No, it was not only martial arts, but also martial arts and martial arts with faces that they did not understand.

"Huh..."

That's why kids are...

It was the same in modern Korea. Most children who have been subjected to school violence or bullying in middle and high school are unable to report it for fear of retaliation.

And after that, I thought, "My future is dark anyway." Negative thoughts often narrow your horizons.

If you talk to the teacher, and if it doesn't work, the parents, if it doesn't work, the education department or the police, and so on, you don't realize that it will be solved.

Of course, that didn't mean they were stupid. In fact, there were many cases where it was not resolved just by reporting.

If the school or the teacher doesn't want to get involved in the issue of school violence, so it's like garbage that they try to cover up. Or if the perpetrator's parents are powerful people.

But·

"Dharma Lecture Dormitory· Are you really right? I'll check it out this time."

It was said that this was Shaolin and that Shaolin was not a place to forsake disciples. So there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Think about it. At best, the self-discipline of the secular family dared to intimidate the Shaolin Jinshan disciple and his father. Aw, it's horrible just thinking about it..."

Mu Jin said with a disgusting look as if he was really horrified.

"Or maybe you don't have the confidence to become a Jinshan disciple?"

"That's it..."

Mujin sighed inwardly at the sight of a child who had completely lost self-esteem because of the bullying he had been doing.

And Mu Jin decided to stimulate this child a little, rather than moderately scolding him.

"You're not confident, are you? Do you want your father to continue working for the family of a bastard who treats you like this?"

“!!!”

Until now, he had thought that all he had to do was get hit and hold on, but now he realized that this wasn't the end.

"Now you understand? There's only one solution anyway. To become a true disciple of Jinshan· It's not a matter of whether you can do it or not, it's a matter of having to do it."

Mu Jin's intense gaze made Mu Qing turn his head away without realizing it.

I wasn't confident in my martial arts. For two months, I was being beaten one-sidedly.

He couldn't picture himself accomplishing anything.

Instead, what he pictured in his mind was a different scene.

He failed to become a true disciple.

'If I fail, my father will have to continue to work under Mu Tae . . .

As a result, the figure of his father who became a secular apprentice and was bullied by Mu Tae, who had descended.

The horrible fantasy, which was more than enough to come true, made Mu Qing raise his head.

"Ha, I'll give it a try!"

Mu Jin clapped his hands and opened his mouth in a cheerful tone.

"Okay· So, the first solution I mentioned earlier· Let's talk about the second solution, shall we?"

"The second solution?"

"The first one should be enough to make them a mess, but it won't avenge you. Isn't it? At the very least, you should pay me back for what I deserved..."

"You're going to pay me back? Are you going to beat them up?"

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm not going to beat you, I'm going to hit you together..."

"Am I?"

"No... We're..."

At first glance, it was a touching scene, but Mu Gong, who was listening to the conversation between Mu Jin and Mu Qing in the background, exclaimed with a surprised expression.

"I don't think I'm one of them!?"

"So you want to get away with the death penalty when it's time to save the priest? Didn't you just hear the conversation? Mu Qing is going to be a true Shaolin disciple like you?"

"That's it..."

Mu Gong, who was only thirteen years old, had no time to overcome Mu Jin with an argument.

And Mujin drove a wedge into the confused Mu Gung.

"Or are you afraid of losing?"

"Humph! I've been training so hard for the past hundred days, and I can beat them one-on-one?"

"Okay· That's it. They said there were three, so I'm going to be one. One Infinite Person· And I can take care of the one with Mukyung and Mu Yul..."

Mu Jin clapped his hands and summed up the situation briefly, and then added a word with a slightly regretful expression.

"Hmm· It would have been a little easier if Mu Yul could feel the qi too. I think you and I need to subdue them as soon as possible..."

"Uhhhh What are you talking about? Can I feel the qi?"

"Huh?"

Mu Jin asked with a puzzled look on his face at Mu Yul's answer.

"Then why have you been doing this all this time?"

"Hehehehe· I can feel the qi, but I haven't memorized all the blood diagrams yet..."

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