Kishou Feast (4)

 

Late evening·

Mujin and Hyunguang were spending time in the place that Liu Zhiguang had given them.

Hyunguang, who was sitting cross-legged on the main hall floor with a calm face, asked.

"Mujin-ah· Did you have any achievements in martial arts while you were in Nanchang?"

"I was able to gain a lot of experience there, and I feel like I've gained a certain amount of fulfillment. Grandpa·"

Mu Jin, who confidently answered Hyunguang's question, stepped out into the courtyard of the manor and took the flag ceremony.

He had spent five months in Nanchang and had gained a wide variety of practical experience. He had fought many-on-one battles in the Black Four, and he had sparring with Zhuge Jinxi to face a superior master.

He also intuited the fate of the Ark and Hye-kwan, and occasionally lured Hye-kwan with the price of alcohol to receive guidance from Hye-kwan or to spar with him.

Mujin's martial arts, which were infused with such diverse experiences, were different from the past.

Swish!

Mujin unfolded the martial arts that had melted what he had realized into a discipline in front of Hyun Guang.

The recommended angle, stronger than it had been five months ago, moved through the air at high speed.

"Needlessly complicated and flashy things don't suit me."

After many practical battles, Mujin came to such a conclusion. I came to the conclusion that something fast and strong is much more substantial than something flashy and complicated.

But that didn't mean that I was going to put everything on the line.

Mujin's exhortation angle was racing through an uncomplicated, straightforward path, but all the herbivores were constantly intertwined.

The connection between the movements was smooth, and each movement was fast and intense.

"Hehehe..."

Looking at Mujin's demonstration, a willing smile burst out of Hyunguang's mouth.

"You've already reached the point of creating wind."

The wind was blowing from the top angle of Mujin's screams. But that wasn't the same as simply causing a "perforation."

It meant that the martial arts had gone beyond the level of protecting and strengthening the "body" and that its power had begun to radiate outward.

It was a precursor to an erection.

At only fifteen years old, he turned to Taesason, who had made a quick achievement, and said with a benevolent smile.

"Mujin-ah· After this feast is over, let's go back to Shaolin with this grandfather for a while, and spend some time."

Although it is said that the creation of wind is a precursor to erection, there were many people who could not be called "masters" because they could not overcome that one wall.

In order to overcome that big wall, I needed to concentrate entirely on cultivation.

Mu Jin also lowered his head to see if he understood Hyunguang's intention.

"I'll do that."

Mujin added with a guilty expression.

"I'm sorry that I've made it difficult for my grandfather because of my unnecessary worries."

"Hehehe... It became· There's nothing to worry about..."

He seemed to be just sitting in the yard, but he was using his Naturekeeper to continue reading the energy around him.

This was to prevent the equators from doing things at night.

However, no matter how bright it was, it was not easy to keep an eye on the entire main house of the Heavenly Stream.

That's why Mujin chose choice and focus.

"I'm worried about this grandfather. Do you really just need to check on Mrs. Yan and Liu Zhiguang?"

"If the enemy really does something, the first priority will be Liu Zhiguang. That's where the most enemies will flock, so that's just the first place to be."

No matter how good the light was, it couldn't protect several places at the same time. After all, there was only one body.

So, rather than wasting his energy on monitoring the entire upper circle, he decided to keep an eye on Liu Zhiguang's surroundings. And it was Mujin who had a special lover for the second time.

* * *

I spent two days in the abode inside the Heavenly Stream, but in the end, no incident occurred before the feast of the Seventh Season.

Two days passed without incident, and the day of the feast finally dawned.

Mujin and Hyunkwang chatted and headed to the banquet hall where the feast was held.

It wasn't until he arrived at the banquet hall that Mu Jin was able to understand the meaning of "in a small way" written in Liu Zhiguang's inspection.

"Hey... It was just a small number of people."

Tianhao Grand Brigade· It was Mujin who misunderstood the standards of the chaebol family.

A manor nestled inside the main house of the enormous Heavenly Stream· It was surrounded by a high wall, and around the wall were a handful of warriors, perched at regular intervals, exuding a solemn momentum.

As I walked past them, I saw a pavilion made of expensive wood and a pond with expensive-looking goldfish swimming around.

In addition, I noticed the hall with an old-fashioned atmosphere, and the variety of colorful food and drinks piled up everywhere in the seats.

There were not more than twenty people in such a spacious and splendid manor.

Judging by their attire, about five of them were servants and servants who came and went to carry food and drink or do odd jobs.

Mujin asked, "What the hell is the humble place?" While they were looking around, Liu Zhiguang, who greeted them, guided Mu Jin and Hyun Guang to Yan Jiahui in the upper seat.

"Mother· Monk Hyunguang and Mujin came to visit..."

"Ohohohoho· I saw you yesterday, but it's nice to see you again today. Brilliant Monk· Mujinja·"

When Hyunkwang and Mujin responded to Yan Jiahui's greeting with disapproval, the eyes of those in the manor naturally turned to the two of them.

Most of the people here, including the eldest son, Liu Xuelong, were from the province of Bunta, so they didn't know about the existence of Mu Jin and Xuanguang. Except for Liu Xueho...

On the other hand· When Mu Jin finished greeting Yan Jiahui, Liu Xuehua, who was by Yan Jiahui's side, greeted him.

"Thank you for coming. Mujin Monk·"

Yan Jiahui snuck in to Liu Xuehua's somewhat shy greeting.

"Ho Ho Ho · Now that I see it, I think I should call him a monk rather than a monk, as the legend says. In Mu Jin's opinion, how is the clothes of the snow flower today?"

"Speak as casually as you used to. Grandma· And if it's the clothes of the Lord of the Tales ...

It was only then that Mu Jin, who had taken a closer look at Liu Xuehua's outfit, involuntarily burst out in admiration.

I saw Liu Xuehua on the first day I came back to Deng Feng, and I even met him yesterday and talked to him.

However, in the meantime, she used to wear simple clothes for exercise, but today she was wearing a very bright outfit for a banquet.

"It's like seeing a fairy. Amitabha Buddha·"

"Ho Ho Ho · Monk Mujin said that, and this old lady seems to be blown away. In fact, she passed on her favorite clothes when she was younger."

Traditional Chinese Costume · It was just like the female protagonists in martial arts dramas, and it was a bright light blue with a fluffy fabric.

Liu Xuehua, who had lost weight and revealed her true face, was wearing it, so there was no fairy.

And the fairy, her face flushed as ever, and she turned her head away and replied.

"Shall we wear similar clothes next time?"

"Hahaha· It looks so good on you, you can wear it often."

Mujin's words made her feel good, and just as she was about to add something, she said.

Curious about Mujin and Hyunguang, they suddenly approached and greeted him.

"Nice to meet you. It's Liu Xuelong, who is in charge of the Xi'an Bunta."

The first to come forward was the eldest son, Liu Xuelong.

"My name is Mu Jin, the Three Great Disciples of Shaolin. Amitabha Buddha·"

From his similar appearance to Liu Jiguang's sullen expression. It just looked like Liu Xueho would be like that when he was three or four years older.

After that, I exchanged greetings with a few people from other provinces.

“····”

Liu Xuehua's expression, which was deprived of the opportunity to speak, looked somewhat pouty.

* * *

The feast went on like a feast of the seventh season.

Guests greeted each other, and acrobats came out to perform modern circus-like tricks, and there were various spectacles such as sword performances.

In between, we chatted with people we knew or had drinks with new people.

“····”

Looking at the variety of meats and liquor scattered around the table, Mu Jin swallowed hard.

There were so many eyes here that as a Shaolin disciple, I couldn't touch them.

Looking at the table with a full course of vegetarian food prepared for Shaolin disciples, Mu Jin had to hold back his anger.

'When are you going to move?'

When I got rid of my regrets about alcohol and meat and started thinking about my purpose.

"Mujin-dong-sama..."

One of the servants snuck up to Mu Jin and told him what to do.

"I got a call from Shaolin. I didn't invite them, so they're waiting outside, could you please move with me for a while?"

What happened to the main mountain?

Come to think of it, when I came back to Deng Feng, I didn't contact Shaolin and came to Tianryu Peak.

Mu Jin turned his head to look at Xuanguang, who was sitting with Liu Zhiguang.

'Yes... My grandfather is there anyway, so if I'm gone for a while, nothing will happen."

The enemies are aiming for the Liu family. At least as long as Xuanguang was with Liu Zhiguang, Liu Jiahui, and Liu Xuehua, there was no danger.

Mujin, who had gathered his thoughts, stood up.

"Let's go..."

After passing through the manor where the feast is taking place with the servant, we will take a walk inside the Tianyu Pavilion.

"You're waiting for me here."

Mujin stepped into the hall that the servant had pointed to and was confronted by an unexpected figure.

"I wonder what's going on... Inspector Samurai·"

A man who has encountered several times in Nanchang Bunta· Liu Xue's bodyguard was waiting for Mu Jin.

"What's the big deal? Mujinja· I'm just trying to make him a Buddha myself..."

Saying that, the escort drew his sword in a very natural motion.

Looking at the sword qi on the sword, such a thought appeared in Mujin's mind.

I don't think it's going to be easy.

* * *

'Vigilance . . . Did you do it?"

Of course, the target of the Kishou feast will be Liu Zhiguang or Liu Xuelong.

I didn't expect them to target me.

But the situation had already happened, and there was no time to regret it.

After a brief snowball fight with the escort, Mujin unexpectedly lifted the table that stood between him and the bodyguard.

Spatula!

However, the table that Mujin lifted was broken in two by the sword wielded by the bodyguard, and before Mujin could make the next move, the bodyguard swung the sword at Mujin.

'Damn it...'

The sword of the escort warrior was fast·

Zhuge Jinhui's debt wasn't even worth comparing, and if he had to compare, it was similar to that of the Black Righteous Man that Feng Kang had dealt with in Honginmen.

But there was another big problem.

'Damn it! You can't bump into each other!'

It was the sword qi emanating from his opponent's sword.

The sword qi of the escort warrior was not bound by herbivores. The sword qi that was always emanating from his sword boasted the power to tear apart Mujin's iron cannon hemp with a simple brush.

Even though Mujin was on the verge of spewing out the wind, there was no way that he could get out of the way if he shouted, "Come out, Kwongi!"

Spatula!

Naturally, the wounds on Mujin's body piled up.

It was almost impossible to completely dodge the sword attack that was too fast for the eye to follow, and every time he managed to dodge, blood oozed from the area where the sword had rubbed.

"I'm not easily deceived by the vacuum. He's got a lot of experience in the real world."

In the meantime, Mujin used a mixture of tactics to get into the enemy, but his opponent drew a skillful sword and kept Mujin in check, using his footsteps to keep Mujin in check, and used his footsteps to keep Mujin at a distance that Mujin had narrowed.

"Since you're spewing out your sword qi, why don't you aim for a long fight?"

The thought flashed through Mujin's mind for a moment, but he soon gave up on the plan.

He is also an excellent opponent with practical experience and martial arts. It was decided that it would be more disadvantageous to go to a long-term war.

"We have to see the end once and for all."

Don't give a chance to a master.

Spatula!

Even as he couldn't completely dodge the guard warrior's sword that was flying at the critical point, and even though he had a slight cut on his right forearm, Mujin's eyes were infinitely calmer.

'Then what do I have over my opponent? How can I win once and for all?"

Between the menacing sword qi that continued to fly at the critical point, Mujin's head turned sharper than usual.

It didn't take long for him to realize that there was only one thing he was better at than his opponent.

It is his physical body, which he has been systematically and steadily developing for the past three years. In other words, it was an outer attack.

'You only get one chance!'

And it was Mujin who came up with the only bow that could make use of its unique strengths.