Unfinished Match (4)

 

"It's impossible..."

Yunhe Qin replied immediately, as if there was no room for concern, and then added a four-legged note.

"To be precise, we can fight him, but that would be too much blood for Kanghu. If it's a sword to save someone, I'll wield it, but I can't wield a sword that requires a lot of blood."

At Yunhe Qin Yin's unapologetic excuse, Mu Jin shook his head, thinking of just "after all."

He was the head of an organization called the Pakengak. And it was one of the Seven Lords who called themselves the Seven Pillars of Safa.

The group that formed the alliance of the Seven Pillars was the Sado Refinery, and Hyuk Jin Kang was the head of the Faken Pavilion and the head of the Sado Refinery.

In other words, if Yunhe Jinyin faced off against Hyuk Jingang, a political battle might break out.

Mujin also knew about the situation, so he asked with the idea of just stabbing him.

"In fact, I'd rather be happy if there's an affair, and the worst thing is if only the shaman is ruined."

There is a Sado League, and there are seven powerful forces in Sado called the Seven Lords.

Still, if you compare the forces of the factions and the political factions, the overwhelming superiority of the political factions was the overwhelming superiority of the political factions. There are as many as fifteen factions that can be compared to the Seven Weeks. Because the old file room and the five major families existed.

However, because of the imbalance of power, the political factions did not come together easily.

They are just trying to get bigger vested interests from each other. This was especially true as most of the major factions were located in close proximity.

If Yunhe Qin invaded the Shaoyuan and confronted the Hyukjin River, there was a high chance that the Zhuge Sega, who had shared Hubei Province with the shaman, would support the Shaoyuan from behind.

On the surface, he pretended to insult the Priest.

Therefore, in order to deal with the Hyukjin River, at least one of the three conditions had to be fulfilled first.

To unite the political parties. Create a single force that can deal with the Apostles, or... Or make it crumble from within.

'Hmmm· Would you rather use the shaman as a check on Zhuge Sega?'

Not right now, but I'm sure that someday Zhuge Se will have an incident with the Black Curtain from within.

According to history, Zhuge Jinxi would also have lost his life through that incident.

'You've got some acquaintance with her, so maybe you can intervene before the incident happens?'

As long as Zhuge Jinxi gives you information in advance, you may be able to solve the case through a shaman.

When Mu Jin was in the middle of thinking about the complicated matter, Yunhe Jinyin asked Mu Jin a question.

"So why would you, a Shaolin disciple, want to make such a cruel request?"

Contract Murder· It was a request that was not befitting of a Shaolin disciple.

In response to Yunhe Jinyin's question, Mu Jin spat out a well-thought-out answer.

"I just have a personal grudge against the Sword Cabinet when I was in the world..."

After all, they are the Safa faction, so there must be one or two people who have a grudge against them. For that reason, it was a reasonable excuse.

"That's how it was..."

Suddenly, Hyun-kwang interrupted the conversation.

'What's going on?'

Mujin looked at Hyunguang, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"I heard it from the presiding priest. Mu Jin said that your family had been wiped out. Now that the great disciple who found you as an orphan on the street took you into Shaolin, it seems that it was in the Sword Pavilion that destroyed your family..."

"That's right!"

'Is this going to happen?' he asked, trying to keep his composure.

Fortunately, Mu Jin's smoke had been eaten, and not only Xuanguang, but also Yunhe Jinyin and the young master next to him were looking at him with a sympathetic expression.

"How can this grandfather know the grudge of losing his family? No matter how much you have heard of Shaolin, you will not be forced to soothe your heart. So don't worry, Mujin-ah· Amitabha Buddha·"

"Infinite water fire..."

"Cheer up. Countless waters..."

The words of the grandfather who tried to soothe him, and the bitter protection of Yunhe Jinin. When the young Tosa's support was added to that, it was Mujin who felt strangely uncomfortable.

"Ahem· I'm a lot better now. I'm just asking, just in case. I can't think of anything I can ask you right now."

"I had such a grudge that I couldn't think of anything else ... Don't worry· Even if I don't bother to step up, he's still building up a lot of grudges. Isn't it called the Incendiary Buddha Chamber of the Tenmangkai? Someday he'll be punished..."

Incendiary Futon Room·

The net of heaven is so wide and big that it looks sloppy, but it never misses anything. In other words, one day, Hyukjin River would be punished.

'No, I mean... I don't have any personal grudges, do I?'

I can't even tell the truth now. Mujin felt the need to change the topic of conversation appropriately.

"Then may I ask you for a favor later, and proceed with the treatment first?"

"You must have made me feel so uncomfortable... I'm begging you..."

Maybe it's because I've heard Mujin's sad story. Yunhe Jinyin held out his arm in a more friendly manner.

Mujin started with acupressure, as always, and then loosened the wrist and surrounding muscles with a simple muscle lengthening procedure.

"It's a good idea to remember the movements I'm telling you about and take it slow once or twice a day."

Mu Jin then turned his head to look at the light of the cloud.

"Grandpa· I'd like to ask you just to treat the heat."

Tenosynovitis was combined with carpal tunnel syndrome, and the symptoms had gotten quite bad. Since rehab would be poisonous, Mujin decided to proceed only with acupressure and muscle lengthening surgery and only heat therapy.

"It would be nice if there was some paraffin."

Paraffin, the most frequently used tool for wrist treatment, couldn't think of a way to implement it.

While Xuanguang exhaled heat on Yunhe Jinyin's wrist, Mu Jin, who had brought paper and ink, wrote something on the paper and scratched it.

While staying with medical students at a musculoskeletal clinic, I learned that I had written medicines that were effective for inflammation.

"Lastly, wrap this cloth around your wrist like this. At the very least, it is recommended that you let go of the sword until the pain has completely subsided. If you can't let go, please hold on to it and refrain from swinging it."

Saying that, Mu Jin wrapped a cloth around Yunhe Jinyin's wrists and hands, like a kind of wrist guard.

"If you loosen your wrist with muscle lengthening surgery once a day, take heat treatments, and take medicines, you will get better little by little. Don't overdo it.'"

Mu Jin, who had finished the prescription, added.

"It looks like you're going to have to go through this process for a long time, but are you going to stay in Shaolin or Deng Feng?"

Yunhe Qin Yin, who seemed to be troubled by Mu Jin's question for a moment, asked cautiously.

"If possible, would you go with me to the shaman?"

"A shaman?"

"Yes... As I said earlier, there are many patients in the shaman, not just me. So, if you don't mind, I'd like you to go to the shaman with me. Oh boy! If you can go with me, I will never forget this grace."

Hearing Yunhe Qin Yin speaking urgently, Mu Jin turned his head slightly and looked at Xuanguang.

"Hehehe... The shaman's martial arts are also very good, so it would be nice to experience them there for yourself."

When Xuanguang indirectly expressed his approval, Yunhe Qin stroked his beard and opened his mouth.

"Hmm· It's not for treatment, it's for exchange. Thank you for your consideration..."

It was only after listening to Yunhe Jinyin's words that Mu Jin was able to grasp Xuanguang's hidden intentions.

If word spread that Mujin was coming for "healing," it was inevitable that something was wrong with the shaman. In order to prevent such a problem, they decided to come up with an excuse to go out of exchange.

"Hehehe, do you really need to fake it? Mujin is in the middle of improving his skills, so he just needs to interact with each other. Malco Dosa·"

"Don't worry. Now that you've been so favored, you are welcome to exchange martial arts."

Yunhe Jinyin's slick tone made Xuanguang smile and added.

"If you do that, it will take some time to set up an official exchange..."

"Our shaman will also have to be ready to receive guests. Tomorrow I will have to go back to the shaman and tell the priest about this..."

In this way, the martial arts exchange between Shaolin and the shaman was concluded.

In reality, it was Mujin's expeditionary treatment.

* * *

That evening·

In the abode of Xuanguang, Yunhe Jinyin and Xuanguang sat across from each other.

"Hehehe... Would you like a drink of Malko?"

After gently gulping down a cup of Xiao Hongju gifted by Hye-kwan, Xuanguang smiled and offered it, and Yunhe Jinyin laughed.

"I'm done with it while I haven't seen you..."

Yunhe Jinyin, who said so, also held out a glass of wine as if it was a matter of course, and took the Xiao Hongju and drank it.

The two old men took turns gulping down the Xiao Hongju for a moment without saying a word.

And perhaps because he was a little drunk, Yunhe Jinyin clicked his tongue once and opened his mouth.

"Tsk· I thought he was lying on his back, but I found out where he had picked up a strange one and raised it..."

"I don't think so... Malko Dosa also brought a mysterious child. Didn't you mean to show her the sparring too?"

"Tsk· Didn't you agree to sparring to show it to a child who thought it was Mujin?"

In response to Yunhe Jinyin's question, Xuanguang didn't bother to say anything, but tilted his glass.

Yunhe Jinyin, who had been watching the situation for a while, asked.

"So that kid named Mujin is taking over your progress?"

"The monk is just giving me directions..."

As always, Yunhe Jinyin was able to grasp the meaning behind Xuanguang's reply, which was not a big deal.

"You sound like a child who can enlighten himself if you give him directions..."

"Hehehe..."

Listening to Xuanguang's laughter, Yunhe Jinyin thought of Mu Jin's appearance that he had seen today.

As he was a Yunhe Jinyin who had already reached a high level, he was able to guess the approximate level of Mu Jin from his every step and movement, as well as the momentum he felt and the muscles he had completed.

In terms of them, Mujin was already far beyond the level of his peers. But that was just one thing, too.

Seeing the pride on Yunhe Jinyin's face, Xuanguang smiled lightly and asked.

"What kind of boy is that young dojo?"

"If I had to put Qingshu into words, it would be a saber-toothed child."

Sabertooth· Fool of the Sword·

I didn't mean to be a fool who couldn't learn a sword. It meant that he was a fool who only knew the sword.

"Come to think of it, we're in a similar situation... Bondo also doesn't teach him martial arts, he just tells him the direction of life. Don't let him use his sword for wrongdoing..."

The saber-tooth's obsession with the sword was a talent that could lead to becoming a sword master if it went in the right direction, but could become a sword demon if it grew up in the wrong direction.

"As expected, it's a saber . . . That's why I was so drunk on the sword of the Malko Tosa..."

While Xuanguang was chatting with Yunhe Jinyin, he was also checking on the condition of the young dojo named Qingshu.

The way he looked at Yunhe Jinyin's sword technique with a face that was in ecstasy.

And Yunhe Qin was also watching Mu Jin.

"Mujin is also unusual... Even though I was facing such a high level, I didn't feel intimidated. I'm sure he was surprised at first. It was a look of determination..."

"He was such a kid, so why didn't you show him how to sparring? Hehehe..."

It was a smile of pride and sadness for Mujin.

Yunhe Jinyin, who had been watching the scene for a while, flashed through his mind the images that had been seen in the light of the day.

Naturally, Yunhe Jinyin was able to realize a very important fact.

"Now that I see you, I don't think you changed, you did it on purpose... He had gained great enlightenment, but he was trying to stay in the underworld..."

The light of Yunhe Jinyin's youthful vision seemed to embody the word Buddhist.

It was puzzling that such a man would repeat such bizarre acts as calling him a dosa and drinking alcohol.

It was Yunhe Jinyin who realized that this was the intended act of the Prefecture.

"What kind of regrets are you left to postpone that precious opportunity..."

"If you're a Malco Master, you can guess that."

Disciples· And it's because I'm worried about the recluse.

Since he was like that too, Yunhe Jinyin was not difficult to deduce.

"How much time do you have left?"

"I think it's going to be about five years..."

“··· I'll come back to you often."

"Hehehe... Now that I have seen your face, it is enough. It won't be long before we can get to each other. It will only increase my regrets..."

"Should you feel sorry for me?"

Saying that, Yunhe Jinyin smirked and smiled at the corners of his mouth.

And the two of them tipped their glasses without saying a word. As if we didn't need to talk about this anymore.

"Speaking of which, the child's prayers were considerable... Did you feed him a big fan?"

"Hehehe... It just so happened to be..."

"Tsk· No matter how much you care about your grandchildren, you've already fed them a big fan..."

"Isn't Qingshu also the one who fed Tai Qingdan? Malco Dosa·"

"Qingshu has the talent to do so, so I fed him!"

"Mujin is also one thing."

Instead, they began to brag about their grandchildren, as all grandfathers in the world do.

"Hmph· Do you know how smart our water is?"

"Didn't you call me an idiot a moment ago?"

"When did I say stupid!"

"Tsk... Now that he's learning from such a stupid master, he can clearly see the future..."

"Hmph· We'll see· A child who is innocent will not be a match for Qingshu ...

"Hehehe... There is nothing uglier than entrusting your grandchildren with what you can't do."

“··· Are you going to try it again now?"

"What are you going to do again? Between the old and the old. Mujin will win anyway, so I'll leave the main victory to Mujin. Hehehe..."

It was a serious slap in the face.