Padobang (1)

 

"Nice to meet you. It is called Mu Jin, the third great disciple of Shaolin. Amitabha Buddha·"

"Nice to meet you. Heaven Stream Upper Nanchang Buntaju Liu Xue Hoyo·"

Immediately after exchanging greetings with each class leader, Liu Xuehu spoke in a blunt tone.

"I've heard a rough idea of what you sent me... The production of the tools necessary for the clinic will be entrusted to the workshop by our Nanchang Bunta."

Before Mujin could say anything in response...

"Anything else that is necessary for the House of Representatives, please tell the Governor. Today is the first day, so I've given you some time, but the place of Buntaju at the top of the stream is not very leisurely..."

Liu Xue Ho issued a clear ban on the guest of arms.

Through today's meeting, Mujin was able to realize a very important fact.

The second son of the Heavenly Realm and the villain who would become the future corrupt Upper Master was not cheap.

* * *

Moments after Mujin left... Liu Xuehu clicked his tongue lightly.

“쯧·”

"You must be very upset..."

When asked by his escort, Liu Xueho replied with a fishy smile.

"I think it's time for you to step down... You praise that little child so much..."

Father· No, the letter sent by the Lord was full of praise that was not praise for Mujin.

"He even told me to look good on that little guy... I wonder if he wanted me to make fun of him."

"What do you want to do?"

It was a question that implied that he would secretly deal with it if he wanted.

"It was... Ida is the one who cares about the Lord. It might raise suspicion if you step out. And didn't you leave dealing with them to the losers anyway?"

"I see..."

At Liu Xuehu's command, the escort warrior bowed his head and replied.

* * *

On the other hand, at that time·

The Shaolin Temple's Chamber in Songshan

There, the head of the room, Ambassador Hyuncheon, and Chu Bo Tangju were facing each other.

"The Death Penalty of the Chamber Leader· I'm still not sure if sending Hye-kwan as the person in charge of this matter was the right decision."

Ji Hye couldn't sleep well at night because he was worried about whether the project of creating a branch of the council in Jiangxi Province would work properly.

The funny thing was that his concern was not Mu Jin, who was about to turn fifteen, but the Shaolin disciple Huiguan, who was already over forty.

There was no doubt that it was Hye-kwan's powerlessness. His strength was within the five fingers of the current Shaolin.

If there was a problem, it was his temper. That eccentric temper that you don't know where it's going to bounce.

It was wise to worry that he would beat to death the gatekeepers of the Zhongsheng sect in Nanchang because he didn't like it.

Hyuncheon replied with a benevolent smile to Wise Wise's anxious question.

"Hehehe... If that's the case, don't worry. Hyekwan Sajil probably wouldn't even go out of his way if it wasn't for the battle with Sama, because it was a nuisance..."

In fact, Hyuncheon understood not only the superficial reasons, but also the fundamental ones. Hye-kwan, who fights madness every day, won't come forward with the "excuse" of being a nuisance.

As Hyuncheon feared, Hyekwan would be wary of the fact that he might end up killing his opponent if he stepped in.

"So Hye-kwan is just a trick to fight against the unsuspecting Sama-Oedo. Perhaps Mujin will be in charge of coordinating with the other factions. And I believe that Mujin will be able to do it."

"Do you mean that Hye-kwan Sa-gil is only ostensibly in charge, and Mujin is actually in charge?"

"That's right..."

At Hyuncheon's words, Wise Man shook his head, "I see." From what I've seen, Mujin is considered trustworthy.

"The inexhaustibility of resourcefulness and the bounty of force. I think it was a pretty good line. Death penalty for the head of the room· Amitabha Buddha·"

"Hehehe... If it's Mujin, I'll make sure that Hye-kwan doesn't go on a rampage."

* * *

Mujin, who is highly anticipated by the Shaolin master and Chu Bodang, is currently ·

"Oh ~ My brother is in good shape~"

"Brother! Let's play tonight!"

I was walking down a street full of red lights.

It may seem like it would make sense to give him such a joke, but at the moment, Mu Jin looked completely different from the monk.

His clothes were gorgeous silk robes that would have been worn by a wealthy man, and his face was covered with spots and freckles created by makeup.

As if that wasn't enough, instead of a distinctive head, he wore a hero gun tied to his bushy head. Of course it was a wig.

Thanks to his adornment and disguise, he didn't look like a "bronze monk" to anyone.

All of these things were purchased through the slip of the Tianyu Upper Stream that Liu Zhiguang had handed to them.

Of course, I didn't wear this disguise to find those women who were soliciting on the streets.

The reason why he came to Nanchang was to clean up the black thieves who were trafficking people, including the gang gang.

The problem was that the Padobang had not yet taken control of the area at this point.

Mujin had come here to investigate the faction and other black sword forces of the Southern Chang.

Where is the main stronghold of the Black Island or the Sects?

Just as gangsters manage nightclubs, clubs, and bars in modern times, the main base here was the inn or kiru where courtesans were used together.

Mujin swept around the area in disguise and headed for the most imposing of the bunch.

It was just for information gathering.

"Welcome!"

Jumsoy greeted Mujin and showed him to his seat.

Mu Jin coolly took out a hermit from his sleeve and held it out to Ju Soi.

"Here are five dishes that I'm most confident in."

"Oh my gosh... I don't know if there will be!"

Fortune Soy opened his mouth so wide that he took the hermit.

And after a while·

One by one, the dazzling-looking food was piled up on Mujin's table.

Needless to say, the food was cooked with ingredients that would never be allowed to a monk.

"Oh... I've only heard about it. No, it's the food I've only seen in the article!'

The famous Buddhist dojo, the Dongfa Yuk Yongzheng Servant, the West Tiger Fish, and the Sihua Chicken came out one after another.

"The head of our inn used to work in a famous inn in Zhejiang Province, so the famous food in Zhejiang Province is the most delicious!"

Mu Jin shook his head once at the explanation of the food and picked up the chopsticks.

'Great! Today is protein replenishment day!'

It's been two and a half years since I entered the martial arts world.

Except for the days when I was sometimes dragged to the cave and ate a special meal, I was just eating grass day and night.

Isn't it necessary to have a day like this once in a while to energize your workouts?

"Uhhhh

Is it because it's a martial arts world, or is it the taste of the mainland? Or is it the skill of this magnificent innkeeper?

All five dishes were amazingly delicious.

Mujin teased his chopsticks incessantly, as if he was stuck in the taste.

····

Apparently, he had come here to get information about the Black Dragon.

It's been a long time since Mujin has been stuck in the food like that.

Mujin found that he couldn't see it, so he put the food in his mouth and stopped it.

"Cool..."

The one thing Mujin found was Hye-kwan.

The grand inn where Mujin entered, the golden flower guest cup, was the place where Hyekwan was placed.

Unlike Mujin, he was very confident, with his shaved head and scarlet garments.

And damn enough, Hye-kwan, who had entered the inn very confidently, and Mu-jin, who was coughing in the saree, met his eyes.

"Uh-huhh

For some reason, Hye-kwan approached Mujin's seat.

"Uh-huh... This is one· I never thought I'd face an alumni here..."

"What do you mean?"

At Hyekwan's words, Mujin jumped out of the way, but it didn't work.

"Hahaha· I always feel it, but he's really funny. I was curious to know who he learned meat and wine from, and it turned out to be yours."

“····”

It was frustrating for Mujin· He told me about meat, but Mujin didn't tell me about alcohol.

But here's the 'shame!' Is it better to confess that it is you?

"Ahem· You don't know about it, do you?"

"Hahaha· That's right· If that's the case, then that's what hippopotamus. Instead, you can do the math here for the price you overlook."

After saying that, Hye-kwan called out to Mujin before he could answer.

"First of all, bring me a bottle of Yeo Ah Hong and a bottle of Sword Nam Chun ...

"How did you know that my house, Ah Hong and Gum Nam Chun were stunned?"

"Hahahahaha· My nose smells like alcohol again."

It was a remark that I wondered if there was such a thing in the world.

After a while, Jum Soi brought Yeo Ah Hong and Gum Nam Chun, and Hye Kwan poured Yeo Ah Hong and Gum Nam Chun into two glasses of wine.

Mujin, who wondered if he was going to give himself a cup, asked Hyekwan.

"Why do you pour two glasses of wine together?"

"Tsk· You don't seem to know what alcohol tastes like. This girl hong is a sweet liquor, and black nam chun is a strong drink. Therefore, drink the black spring first, and hold the taste of the poisonous end with the yeo-hong."

“····”

Mujin almost burst out saying that he was crazy. Originally, he knew that Hyekwan was a madman, so he managed to put up with it.

And just as she said, she didn't even touch the food, just drank.

It was said that he was drinking with alcohol and drinking Yeo Ah Hong as a snack.

Let's wait to see the absurdity.

"Is this the power of mukbang?"

Mu Jin swallowed involuntarily and swallowed dryly. That's how much Hyekwan was drinking so much alcohol.

Especially when I was a child, I was curious about the taste of martial arts magazines, so I couldn't resist it.

And if Mujin's saliva was too loud, Hyekwan, who was gulping down the sword namchun, asked with a mischievous smile.

"Would you like a drink?"

Mujin almost said yes. However, with extreme patience, he replied with a sullen face.

"It's okay..."

"Who would believe the dumplings that fell to the ground if they said that they didn't even open with their faces?"

"Big· I'm not going to drink it yet."

It didn't mean that Mujin would avoid alcohol because he was still young. It just meant that he was going to avoid alcohol because he was still in the prime of building muscle.

Of course, you should avoid alcohol in order to maintain muscle mass even after you've built enough muscle.

"If only I could climb the ground!!"

There was a solution in the world of martial arts. Just like Grandpa Hyunguang's grandfather had seen, he just had to blow up the liquor with his inner air. My grandfather had said that it was possible to do that as long as he was able to stir up the veins and form a great pillar.

I'm not at that level yet, so I'm just avoiding alcohol. If I got to that point, I'd enjoy drinking as much as I wanted.

Of course, Hye-kwan, who didn't have the jaws to know about Mujin's troubled accident, took it in a different way.

"'Not yet' . . . ."

It means that you will only drink alcohol as an adult.

"He's a funny guy, after all."

Needless to say, Shaolin forbade drinking as an adult. And yet, I was so proud to drink it as an adult.

"From the look on your face, you don't seem to be patient for long. Hahahaha·"

For some reason, the more I looked at it, the more I liked Mujin.

Hye-kwan laughed heartily and turned away from Mu-jin, who was drunk and asked him a few times.

Hyekwan asked a question with a strange expression.

"Come on... Now that you've had a drink and quenched your thirst, can you answer my question? Young Shiju·"

Mujin gulped down the water from the teacup he had poured and opened his mouth.

"What are you curious about?"

They try their best to ignore each other, but their identities have already been exposed. I couldn't even stretch out my way to the yard where I was caught eating meat. I had a strong feeling that it was the best Shaolin succession, but it was a good thing.

The succession smiled mischievously and asked an unexpected question.