Over the Wall (3)

 

"I guessed it right. In this way, even in our Shaolin, we will pass on the first-class martial arts through the Monk Party. And each child who has reached the level of being able to emit wind and wind through first-class martial arts will be taught the seventy kinds of discipline through a teacher or a teacher. By studying the Seventy Kinds of Disciplines, you will be able to overcome the wall by expediency."

And this was a trick used not only by Shaolin, but also by other prestigious sects and other great sects in the same place.

Because of the existence of such expedients, the elite sects with many ascendant martial arts were always able to cultivate masters in large quantities.

This was because the more ascending martial arts there were, the more disciples would be able to master the ascending martial arts according to their own constitution.

A question naturally arose in Mujin's mind, which was crazy about it.

If so, why is it that instead of telling you about the Seventy Kinds of Disciplines, you are feeding them the Great Circle and even doing the Three-Pulse Movement, and they are teaching you a bizarre expedient?

And it wasn't long before the question was answered.

"You have adapted it to my inclinations."

I've always said that... I don't like complicated and esoteric things. It is said that if you have a good body, your head will be easy.

Also, Grandpa Hyun Kwang said. Others say they climb over the wall by "studying" the ascending martial arts.

Even martial arts who only manage their bets in the flesh would want to throw away the martial arts when they interpreted the points, but how complicated is the essence of the so-called ascending martial arts?

Climbing over the wall meant that you had to be at least smart enough to interpret and understand all the points of the ascending martial arts.

Mujin, who was crazy about thinking so much, couldn't help but be moved by his face.

"This disciple · I'll do my best to cultivate and see over the wall."

Grandpa Hyun-kwang came up with a special method that only he could use to suit his dislike of complicated things.

Aside from being a grandfather, he was the best teacher.

* * *

After hearing about the direction of the training, Mujin began training in earnest.

"First of all, you have to get used to letting your bets flow into the world. Slowly unfold the ball and concentrate on the flow of the bet."

"Yes· Grandpa·"

Answering Hyunguang's words, Mujin took the most basic formula of the annual, and slowly moved his body.

Just like when he absorbed the summoning group in the past and was trained by Hyedam.

Of course, it wasn't like that time.

'You have to make new habits. The moment you think you're going to use nothingness, you have to bet not only on the big vein, but also on the three veins."

Mujin slowly moved his body and drew an image in his head.

The bet that started in the first round is moving on every single vein.

A lot of bets are flowing at once, which is incomparably greater than what was previously done with only the main vein.

Naturally, the enormous Qin Qi radiated from the Danzhen and spread out into the Hundred Limbs of Mujin.

Wheeing!

Mujin's body was moving very slowly, but every time he opened the fist, a fierce burst of perforation.

"Phew· Let's speed up a little more this time."

Mujin, who was a little accustomed to sending bets to Semaek, increased the speed of the annual.

And after he got used to the Yan Ring Ticket, he again checked the martial arts he had mastered, such as Xiao Hong-kwon and Chu Feng Gak, one by one, and passed the bet to Se Vein.

As a result of repeating the practice for ten days, Mu Jin became accustomed to performing martial arts by passing bets on the veins.

"You seem to have gotten used to it to some extent. Hehehe· Now I'm going to unleash the feats you showed me last time at the top of the heavens..."

"I will..."

Mujin took the flag ceremony and unfolded his own martial arts that were a compilation of what he had learned.

The emptiness that mixes the various voids and unfolds them at the same time.

"Phew· Start slowly."

Before, I was completely ingrained in my body, so I spread it out to my heart's content, but now I had to use it as well.

Mujin's body moved slowly but steadily and continuously.

And every time the recommended angle struck the air, a wind arose around it.

The power of emptiness has begun to radiate outwards beyond the physical body.

"Phew· A little faster·'

However, Mujin, who was already in a trance, didn't care about the wind or the long wind.

Mujin simply performed the martial arts over and over again, increasing his speed and power.

How much would it have cost him to swing such a recommended angle?

'One more time!'

Mujin, who was completely accustomed to sending bets through the veins, showed off his martial arts with all his might.

Wheeing!

Wheeing!

With each stretched out of his limbs, a stronger and stronger wind formed.

'Finally!'

And the moment when his concentration reached its peak.

His bet, infinitely condensed by the void, failed to stay in his fist and spewed out.

Mujin's last fist flashed a whitish-golden aura like a haze.

It was a winding machine.

"Hehehe... You've finally reached the point of erection..."

Looking at the haze emanating from Mujin's fist, Hyungwang shook his head with satisfaction.

"But that's just the beginning."

"Yes· Grandpa·"

Needless to warn him, Mujin knew it very well.

The fact that not all masters of sword qi and fist skills are in the same realm was clearly felt through the actual battles he had experienced and the fights he had witnessed.

"First of all, I'm going to keep using martial arts and get used to the sensation of exuding qi. After you have become accustomed to the sensation, you should practice to make your own bets and make them by yourself, instead of creating them by the power of nothingness as you do now."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Immediately after answering Hyunguang, Mujin moved his bet again and played a martial game.

As if not to forget the sense of winding that I created a while ago.

* * *

A few days later·

"You didn't leave for another place in the meantime, did you?"

A woman with her face covered with a veil arrived at the entrance of Deng Feng.

She looked at the Songshan behind Deng Feng.

'It's too good to go up now . . . I think it's too late."

The time of day when Shaolin Temple receives incense is from Misi to Xinshi (13~17 o'clock)·

It was already the end of Xinshi, so even if I climbed Songshan now, it would be impossible to reach Shaolin in time.

After spending the whole day here, she decided that she would have to climb Songshan tomorrow morning, so she set out.

She rented an entire private room at a moderately tidy inn, rested in her room for a while, and then stood up.

"Come to think of it, maybe it's not Shaolin, it's there, right?"

Thinking of that, she left the inn and headed somewhere.

And when she arrived, there was a huge manor with a plaque that read "Musculoskeletal Clinic".

I came to see if Mujin was at a musculoskeletal treatment clinic.

She calmed her pounding heart and stepped into the chamber.

"Welcome..."

I came face to face with a beautiful woman who looked gorgeous.

"Where did you come to visit?"

Zhuge Jinxi replied in a calm tone to the bright woman's question.

"I'm not here for treatment..."

"Then what are you going to do...?"

"Is there a stubborn person in the council right now?"

Zhuge Jinxi's calm question instantly hardened the bright woman's expression. The woman hurriedly relaxed her expression and forced a smile.

'Look at this?'

Zhuge couldn't escape the eyes of Zhuge Jinxi, who had been watching the various political battles within the family.

"Mujin . . . Why are you looking for something?"

In response to her question, Zhuge Jinxi replied, removing the cotton thread that had been covering her face until now.

"I'm a friend of mine who has made a promise to the future..."

Zhuge Jinxi's answer made the gorgeous beauty Liu Xuehua as hard as a stone.

"Well, I meant that I had promised 'Bimu' in the future..."

Zhuge Jinhui didn't bother to reveal that he had omitted a word.

* * *

Shaolin Temple of Songshan· Radiant Dwelling·

Ever since the day he first manifested his qi, Mu Jin has been practicing martial arts whenever he has time.

I wonder if it's because of that training. I got used to using my veins and completely accustomed to performing martial arts, and whenever I unleashed martial arts with all my might, my energy would come out every time.

If you stretch out the winding, if the winding stretches out, the tension will increase. In addition, they would make water qi out of gold and swing their legs to spew out qi from their toes.

But it wasn't perfect.

"I'm still only going out once in a while when I'm focused and going all out."

It had to be at a level where I could unfold it whenever I wanted.

After that, he had to go out at any time, and then he had to exude wind qi and tension through the sense of exuding qi without regard to emptiness, as Xuanguang said.

However, since the path of a thousand miles begins with a single step, I was aiming for a level that I could unfold whenever I wanted.

"If you want to practice using it when you want it in practice, it would be nice to do some sparring."

In that sense, it would be very helpful to try sparring with someone of a similar level to you.

"Let's ask the masters for sparring."

Just as Mujin was thinking about it in his heart, Hyunguang's voice reminded him of his spirit.

"Mujin-ah· It looks like you've got a visitor..."

Mujin turned his head to look at the entrance of the hall, but he couldn't see anyone.

However, after a few seconds, a woman with her face covered with a veil appeared at the entrance to the hall.

Mujin couldn't figure out why the woman with her face had come here.

"Amitabha Buddha· This is not a place where there is a Buddhist temple to worship. If you get lost, I'll guide you."

Mu Jin raised the Fa to the head of the class and said so, and the woman with her face covered replied:

"I'm not here to pay my respects..."

The woman replied and raised her hand to remove the veil that covered her face.

"Zhuge Jinxi Princess?"

It was only then that Mu Jin recognized the other party and looked puzzled.

"What's going on here?"

At that question, Zhuge Jinxi's forehead was slightly bloody.

"Didn't Mujin do that? You're always welcome to spar."

"Oh . . . Oh boy! Dalian! If you are in Dalian, you are welcome at any time· Lord Zhuge Jinhui!"

At the word "sparring", Mu Jin's expression brightened up.

I'd been thinking about sparring for a while. Especially in Dalian five months ago, Zhuge Jinhui had already used Zen qi, so he was the perfect opponent for cultivation.

But why? Mu Jin shouted brightly, and Zhuge Jinxi's expression turned cold.

"I don't know why someone who welcomes Dalian so much came back here without even telling me..."

Mujin asked, noticing something strange in her words.

"That means . . . Or are you on your way back to Nanchang? Looking for me?"

“··· You haven't, have you?"

Seeing the cold expression shake momentarily, it seemed that he had gone there without hesitation.

If you make a mistake, your best sparring partner may end up like this.

Mujin rolled his head as much as he could, coming up with the best answer.

"I'm sorry I didn't give you a warning in advance. In fact, after sparring with Zhuge Jinxi, I realized something, so I came back to Songshan to practice in earnest."

"Have you been enlightened since that sparring?"

"Yes· I just wanted to improve my skills for the next sparring match with Zhuge Jinhui, so I was too far ahead."

"So you're coming back here to prepare for a sparring match with me?"

"Yes..."

Mu Jin confidently uttered the hastily made words as if he meant it, and when he saw the look on her face, he was convinced.

"It worked."

Unlike pretending to be cold, the corners of Zhuge Jinxi's mouth were twitching. I felt like I was forcing my smile to look at everyone.

Then she made a strange noise.

"You didn't come back to see her."

"Yes? Who are you talking about, a woman?"

Mu Jin asked back with a look of wonder what he was talking about, and Zhuge Jinxi hurriedly exclaimed.

"No, sir! I don't have to worry about it..."

'After all... It was that woman's unrequited love..."

"It's profitable just to check it out." Zhuge Jinxi thought.

So only for a short time.

'What are you thinking about? She has nothing to do with it. I'm just here to spar!'

Zhuge Jinxi suddenly shook his head from side to side by himself, and Mu Jin was a little worried. I'm worried that I won't be able to spar with you.

“··· Where are you sick?"

"No! I'm fine! That's why it's sparring! Sparring!"

To some, it looked like she was a sparring madwoman.

But Mujin also wanted to spar, so it didn't matter.

In order to proceed with the sparring, Mujin thought he should first introduce her to Hyunguang.

"Grandpa· This is Zhuge Jinxi's Shiju of the Zhuge Se Family..."

Mu Jin turned his head to look at Xuan Guang and said, Zhuge Jinxi's gaze also followed Mu Jin.

And it was only then that she realized that not only Mujin but also the old monk Wen was with her in the hall.

“····”

Her face turned red when she realized that she had been acting ugly in front of an old monk she had never seen before.