Bankruptcy Filing (1)

 

More than a hundred days have passed since Mu Jin began cultivating.

Before I knew it, flowers began to bloom on Songshan. Even though there were still occasional strong colds that made me jealous of spring, I knew that spring had arrived.

"Phew..."

Mujin opened his eyes with a deep breath in the hall of the light where the snow had disappeared and the flowers had begun to bloom.

"Is it a plateau?"

As is the case in any field, there is a period of steep rise in skill, and there is a period of stabilizing when growth stops.

And Mu Jin feels that he has recently reached a plateau.

He had achieved great things from the grueling repetition of his practice over the winter, but he had been feeling stuck in a wall for a few days.

Moreover, it was not only martial arts that had entered a period of stagnation in recent years.

In recent years, the weight of the metal he's holding has also stopped growing.

The steep growth curve he had been drawing over the winter had been reversed into a gentle form, but Mujin was not impatient.

"I've been through it a lot..."

It's something I've experienced many times in my career as a fitness trainer. In this case, if you increase the weight excessively in impatience, you will get injured.

If you just work out at the same weight for a while and get through this period, one day you'll find yourself on a steep upward curve again.

"Phew..."

Mujin regained his composure with one deep breath.

"Shall we go see them for the first time in a long time?"

Maybe it's because I've regained my peace of mind. There were children in Mujin's mind.

The nieces and nephews who were with him when he was an initiate apprentice, and the ones he cared about because he thought he was the insurance of the future.

For the past year, I've been paying little attention to dealing with things related to the Tianyu Statue and training my own martial arts.

"How much more has it got?"

I couldn't help but wonder how much my nieces and nephews had grown over the past year.

* * *

I haven't been out for a year since I started working at Tianryu Prize.

Mujin visited there for the first time in a long time.

"Hmmm..."

The scenery of the Nahan Hall, which he had arrived at for the first time in a year, was quite strange to Mujin.

"Something has changed a lot."

Chairs, steel shelves, steel bars, and weight discs were scattered everywhere, and in addition to the various exercise equipment that Mujin had asked for, they were all over the theater in numbers that were several times larger.

Meanwhile, there were punching balls and punching bags made of sandbags in every corner, and it smelled like a local enema-type gym run by a director who loves boxing.

"It's nice to see."

Cancer· You have to have this much to exercise.

As I thought about it, I glanced at the three great disciples who were sweating and exercising.

"Huh? Mujin!"

Mu Yul, who spotted him first, greeted Mu Jin and moved on.

The guy who was playing on a steel bar a little more than 3 feet high (4 meters) climbed down the rope as if he were falling.

"There's no monkey ..."

While Mu Jin was thinking about such an impression, Mu Yu and Mu Qing, who had belatedly discovered Mu Jin in Mu Yul's voice, also snuck up on Mu Jin.

"How are you?"

Now that he has completely passed the growth period, he is proud of his enormous size.

"How are you?"

And now, when he finally cured his stuttering, he greeted me quite casually. His voice was still small.

"Hello Mujin-ah~!"

Finally, Mu Yul, who was still sunny and approached Mu Jin from the iron bar, greeted Mu Jin as well.

"It's been a long time everyone..."

Mu Jin replied brightly and walked up to Mu Yul and hugged her.

"Hehehe... Did you miss me a lot?"

Mu Yul smiled brightly at Mu Jin's positive greeting.

"Oho· Your core muscles are very rocky, aren't you?'

In fact, Mujin was checking on Mu Yul's physical condition.

Hugging her and pretending to pat her back with her hands, feel the density and intensity of her muscles.

'I tend to do agile and bizarre movements, so my core muscles are key. You've raised it very well. Then what about other places?"

Thinking of it in his heart, Mu Jin scanned every corner of Mu Yul's limbs with his eyes and patted him.

"Squeeze · Did you work out hard?"

It wasn't just a lot of exercise. Mu Yul's body also developed the pectoralis major and femoral muscles, which are large muscles, but the so-called fine muscles and the core muscles were particularly developed.

Muyul, who boasts animalistic movements, was in perfect physical condition for him.

Mujin, who checked Mu Yul's body, approached Mu Yu this time.

"Don't hug me· It's disgusting..."

"It's fussy..."

Instead of hugging him, Mu Jin circled around the large Mu Palace, touching his limbs and torso.

"You're so ignorant..."

I don't know if it's the end of my growth period, but I'm about 6 feet 3 inches (189 cm) tall, with broad shoulders, thick pectoralis majors, and abdominal muscles.

And because he was so big, he was less prominent, but his thighs and lower back core muscles were also well developed.

He didn't look agile because of his size and muscles, but he had the power to go to the goal just by brushing against it.

Mu Jin, who had checked to the palace, approached Mu Qing, and Mu Qing stepped back.

"Hey... That's how everyone who works out greets me. You have to touch it like this to see not only the shape, but also the condition of the muscles."

Saying that, Mu Jin hugged Mu Qing semi-forcefully and pounded his arms and legs, starting with his back.

'After all... He has grown his body evenly."

The tendency of martial arts was different from that of the biased martial arts and martial arts. But he didn't have to cultivate his body just for a specific martial artist.

This guy was a martial arts genius...

"How many more martial arts did you learn in a year?"

"Hmm... Twenty-three or so?"

"Only with things that have been cooked above seven stars?"

"Hmm..."

Mujin stuck his tongue out at the number.

Of course, judging from the fact that there are still people in the Luhan Party, those twenty-three are not the seventy-three kinds of exquisite arts. But·

"Twenty-three a year, that's almost one new lesson every half a month. If you do well, Shaolin Martial Arts will be troubled by this guy."

Considering this guy's age, it was a ridiculous number.

After briefly grasping the state of the three of them, Mujin asked what he had been curious about for a long time.

"By the way, why do Mu Yul and Mu Qing have the shape of their heads?"

"Hehehe... Sajo shaved it for me..."

"I thought it would be fun if Sajo did this..."

They had quite different reactions, and their hairstyles were similar and yet quite different.

"Is that a crane on that head?"

"Mmmm! He said he had mastered the school system! He said that when he had mastered all the four powers, he would turn them into snakes!"

Mujin pointed to Muyul's head and asked, and Muyul replied proudly.

Instead of shaving her hair completely tight, she wore a bizarre hair that was very short like a chestnut bunch, with a crane scratch.

‘··· It's not like I'm stamping an elementary school student's hair."

If you think about it, if you put a "good job" stamp on your head, it was child abuse.

However, seeing Mu Yul so proud, it was ridiculous to blame Hye Girl, who was the founder of Mu Yul.

Rather, it was Mujin who wondered if Hye-gal had adjusted her to Mu Yul's mental age.

"Cheer up· Hyegal Sajo·'

Mujin, who had said words of support to Hye-gal in his heart, asked Mu-kyung this time.

"He . . . What kind of head is that?"

“··· It's shaped like a lotus..."

“··· Is that what you do?"

"Hmm..."

The figure of the martial police officer who slumped his shoulders felt somewhat sympathetic.

"Why do you have to make a lotus shape?"

"Sajo likes lotus flowers . . . Oh no· It was a symbol of the flower that the Buddha was burning. In the sense that he would support the Shaolin disciples in their path to Buddhahood..."

"Is that what Master Hyekwan is talking about?"

“··· Hmm..."

"Actually, you just drew the lotus flower as good?"

"Hmm..."

“····”

After all· If you get entangled in a crazy person, you'll get tired of living like this.

Mu Jin asked, feeling lucky that he didn't become Hye Kwan's son-in-law.

"But do other adults allow you to have a head like that?"

And at the question, Mu Gong and Mu Qing looked at Mu Jin with a look of bewilderment.

Realizing the true meaning of his expression, Mujin asked again in a trembling tone.

"Is it because of me?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

For some reason, he replied in a blunt tone than before.

"The rules have changed since you built a wall with the monk of the Law a year ago. It means that you have cut off your ties with the world, and it doesn't matter as long as you cut it short."

Saying that, Mu Gong pointed to Mu Jin's head.

The two-block short Mohican, with the sides shaved short like chestnuts and leaving only a little of the top. There is a swastika to commemorate the will of the Buddha.

It was now a symbol of Mujin.

The finger of Mu Gong, who had pointed to Mu Jin's head, pointed to Mu Yul and Mu Kyung.

"Since then, he has been expressing the feasts he has been acquainting with. Or there are children who express pictures related to Shaolin or the Buddha."

Afterwards, Mugung pointed to a few children with very short hair all over the theater.

Some of them had hair that looked fine.

“··· What's that?"

"In honor of Ambassador Dharma, the Dharma Master?"

I saw a child who left the sides and back of his hair and shaved his front and top hair to the point of sparkling.

"Hey... That's a bit gross..."

To some, it seemed that he was not a monk, but a severe alopecia areata.

"Hmmm· But that doesn't mean everyone has grown their hair, does it?"

“··· It depends on your inclinations..."

He replied bluntly, but for some reason, there was a hint of regret in his eyes.

"Did you want to have that kind of hair?"

"Ahem· I've never thought of that..."

He pretended to be solemn and replied, but he looked envious.

'Crazy Bastards· What are you jealous of?"

Honestly, the swastika scratch was just an excuse. An excuse made up because I don't like baldness·

As soon as he got out of Shaolin, he was full of thoughts to grow his hair and cover up this scratch.

"This is not the time to think about this..."

Mu Jin, who had been fascinated by the children's bizarre heads for a while, suddenly came to his senses and got down to business.

"Anyway, I'm got my head ... How much have you grown in a year, let's spar for the first time in a long time?"

* * *

Let's take turns sparring with Mu Yul Mu Kyung for a while.

'Why is it that everyone is so herbivorous and doesn't have a hawk fish?'

Mujin's expression became more serious.

Compared to a year ago, my skills have improved.

Mu Yuli had mastered a certain amount of sand in a year, and he had his characteristic free-spirited movements, using herbivores in the shape of cranes and snakes.

It's an inexhaustible guy, and he's used his unique size and brawn to aim for an honest and heavy punch at a time.

In that year, combined with the newly mastered martial arts, Wu Qing showed a truly endless variety of herbivorous linkages.

But in the end, it wasn't enough. Compared to my own growth,

In short, the number of herbivores that they used increased, but there was not much difference in the speed and power of the herbivores.

With so little falcon, Mujin was only defending, but he was being knocked out of the way. Even Mu Gung, who is bigger than Mujin,

'Have you neglected to train? It looked pretty sturdy to the touch, didn't it?'

Mujin wondered for a moment what the problem was, but soon realized the biggest difference between the three of them and himself.

'You don't have enough skills!'

Mu Jin ate a summoning altar a little over a year ago, and four months ago, he ate a large fantasy.

Well, most of the energy of the Great Illusion Team is spent on the Semac Movement, so there isn't much left... After all, it wasn't comparable to the three who couldn't even eat the summoners.

'Is this how I'm going to leave?'

Mujin realized that things were going a little awry.

Of course, the three of them are quite talented. And there were many excellent minds in Shaolin, so if he cultivated for another six or seven years, he might be able to gather enough skills to eat a summoning group.

If you cultivate there for two or three more years, you will be able to reach the point of erection.

In that state, if you cultivate Shaolin's Iron Twelve Sects for another ten years, you may be able to reach a level comparable to the current Huiguan.

So in about twenty years from now...

'When are you going to wait until then?'

The real events are waiting for us in two and a half years, so what's the point of letting these guys stay until twenty years from now?

'Damn· Come to think of it, the blood monk in the novel was also a suction ball. If this continues, even if you add external attack training, this guy will be weaker than the blood monk in the novel."

It could disrupt Mujin's plans in many ways.

If so, there's only one way to do it.

"We need to feed these guys the elixir."

Mujin, who had thought about it so much, thought about how he had come to take the elixir.

The summoning team healed Liu Zhiguang and Yan Jiahui and obtained it through the medical expenses they received from Liu Jiguang.

I also heard about it later, but it was said that my grandfather, who was active in the Kishou Festival, had taken the money from Liu Zhiguang and persuaded the head of the room to accept it.

If so, there is only one conclusion.

'Money! I've got to make some money!'

It was time for my uncle to step out to feed his nieces and nephews.