Shaman (2)

 

Wait a moment for Mujin to run to catch up with Mu Yul's carriage, which had sprinted down the wrong road.

Boom and Bath!

The carriage of the unyul, which was running at full speed, came to a halt with a sudden stop.

Naturally, by inertia, some of the exercise equipment on board was spewed out through the entrance of the carriage.

"Erai!!"

Mu Jin used the bankruptcy bulletin to hurriedly throw himself away, quickly grabbing the exercise equipment that was floating in the air.

Tens of roots to hundreds of pounds of metal are the ones that weigh trillions. It wouldn't be strange if his bones were shattered if he had received such a thing naked, but there was not even a scratch on Mujin's body, which had reached the level of the Jade Beast Ball.

Mu Jin, who had packed up the exercise equipment that had been flying through the air in an instant, asked Mu Yul who was sprawled on the ground.

"Why are you napping there?"

"Hehehe... I've run out of internal air..."

"Who's going to sprint like that? Ugh..."

Mu Jin wrapped his head around Mu Yul's answer for a moment, and then opened his mouth with a sigh.

"Let's get in the wagon. I'm going to drag you along..."

"yes!!"

Mu Yul replied cheerfully, straightened up, and staggered onto the carriage.

Seeing this, Mu Jin unfurled the bankruptcy bulletin and moved in the direction of the Shaolin disciples.

* * *

For a moment, I hope that Mu Gung will run out in full swing.

Before he knew it, Mu Kyung, who had been pushed to the back, was running beside him.

"Uh-huh!! Yikeaaa

In the distance, I began to hear Mu Yul's clear voice.

'Could it be that you've been so ignorant and you're already here?'

I was surprised for a moment that Mu Yul's study of internal and light engineering was so deep. Mu Gong and Mu Qing were soon able to face the truth.

"Garat! Mujin Machaa!!"

Muyul is playing like a monkey on top of the carriage and Mujin is pulling the carriage at a breakneck speed.

'Why doesn't Muyul say anything to her?'

I can say a word to Mu Yul, who is acting like a horse...

When Mu Gung and Mu Kyung began to wonder. Mujin, who was running at a tremendous speed, began to pull the carriage at the speed of the two of them.

'Are you controlling your strength?'

Take a moment to think about it. The two of them were able to realize another wonder.

Even though he slowed down, Mu Jin's forehead was full of blood.

Not only his forehead, but all the muscles that could be seen between the lyrics were swollen as if they were about to burst.

When Mu Gong and Mu Qing found it, it didn't take long for them to realize what Mu Jin was doing.

'No way . . . Are you pushing with as much strength as you can?'

Why would you bother to do such an ignorant thing?

The answer to the question had already been decided.

'I'm trying to build muscle!'

Mujin really thought that pulling a carriage was a form of muscle training.

It was only then that the two of them realized why Mujin wasn't angry with Mu Yul.

The more difficult the workout, the more it will help you build your muscles.

‘··· Crazy bastard·'

'Muscle Monster·'

After realizing the truth, Mu Gong and Mu Qing came up with similar yet different impressions.

* * *

Hubei Wudang Mountain·

Halfway up the tall Wudang Mountain, where various peaks boast their own elegance.

The entrance of the shaman, who takes off the sword to show respect for the shaman. Sea Detector ·

"I'm sure we should have arrived today at the latest..."

"Didn't something happen on the way home?"

Two young men dressed in non-partisan robes wanted to talk for a moment.

"I think it's coming over there. Death Penalty to death!"

A younger-looking young man pointed his finger at the bottom of the mountain.

As expected, when I looked at the place where the young man was pointing, I saw a group of people dressed in scarlet robes climbing the mountain.

"It seems that the Shaolin disciples are right... But ... What are they holding now?"

They were Shaolin disciples climbing a mountain with three huge objects lifted together.

“··· It looks like a wagon· The Death Penalty·"

"So why did you bring the wagon all the way here?"

And since the carriage is pulled by horses, can it be called a carriage when people bring it with them?

While the two shamans are contemplating such wonders. The men in the scarlet lyrics were getting closer to the sea zone.

Soon, the Shaolin disciples arrived at the sea sword paper and placed a huge object on the floor of the sea finger, which they did not know whether it was a chariot or an incha.

Bang!!

“!!!”

Even though they had put it down when they sprayed, the sound of the bottom of the paper being crushed made the two executioners stunned.

Towards the two executioners, Hye-gal apologized with a smug face.

"I'm sorry for the disturbance. Amitabha Buddha · I was as careful as I could, but it was weighed down, so this was true..."

"What is it that thing that is so heavy?"

"As you can see, it's a carriage."

“····”

So why would anyone bring a wagon?

The question could soon be erased.

Wudang Mountain was steep and could not be reached by horses pulling chariots. But there were still questions.

Then it's enough for everyone to bring their own luggage, so why do they carry the whole wagon up?

"What the hell is in it that you brought the carriage with you?"

"Hahaha· I brought it with me as a training. There are so many different things inside that it's inconvenient to carry them all by hand."

With that, she pulled back the curtain of the carriage, revealing various pieces of metal.

Of course, the two shaman disciples had no idea what the various pieces of metal were for.

'Is this a new weapon made in Shaolin?'

"I don't know if they brought in new weapons for martial arts exchange."

They mistook the various pieces of metal for weapons.

Hye-gal spoke to the two of them as they were thinking about strange thoughts.

"Oh... Greetings are late. Other than the Shaolin disciple Hye Ge · This time, I have come to exchange with the shaman."

"You're an invincible master! It's called the shaman disciple Mingwu."

"This is the shaman disciple Mingshin· I'm going to put a message inside."

Immediately after a brief greeting, the seal of the name was moved to put in the message.

And after a while·

Several of the shaman's leading figures, including the shaman Zhang Wen Yin, Song Jinyin, appeared at the Shaolin Gate to greet the Shaolin disciples.

"The shaman Zhang Wen (雲松) Thank you for coming to visit the shaman..."

"This is Shaolin Great Disciple Huigeul· It's an honor to meet you."

After exchanging a few greetings, Chen Xin looked at the Shaolin disciples and said in a confused tone.

"Did you have any accidents on the way?"

The Shaolin disciples' countenance was not a word.

The scarlet lyrics were covered in dust and sweat, and sweat was dripping down the Shaolin disciples' bodies.

In response to such a question from the transport jinin, the representative Hye-gal stepped forward and answered.

"Hahaha· It's a shame to just come the long distance from Shaolin to the shaman, so I traveled in parallel with my training, and I ended up here."

"Huh..."

At Hye Girl's explanation, Zhang Wenyin let out a strange sigh.

"It's really Shaolin..."

At that time, there were no masters who belonged to the Three Swords or the Seven Kings, so it was Shaolin who gave up the position of the first gate in the world.

But there was something that all the Ming Masters of Wulin knew about...

There may never be an absolute master, but the place with the most number of people who can be called masters was Shaolin.

The thousand-year-old tradition and the seventy kinds of art still remain.

"Now I see that my garments are dirty, but my prayers are all the same."

The Shaolin disciples at the back of the hall all looked to be about the age of the second or third great disciples, but their eyes and energy were very heavy.

In particular, I could feel a certain strong power in the muscles that were exposed through the lyrics.

He couldn't tell that the muscles he had been forcibly stretched by pulling the carriage all the way from Shaolin to the shaman.

"It must have been a long journey and a lot of training, so why don't you go to your quarters and rest today?"

"Thank you for your consideration. Would you mind if I move some of my belongings before then?"

It was only then that Zhang Wenyin found a huge mass of water ranges behind the Shaolin disciples.

"That's the chariot that Ming God told me about..."

Realizing that climbing the Wudang Mountain with it was also part of his cultivation, the shaman Zhang Wenyin opened his mouth.

"In the first place, I will make it clear that leaving weapons at the sea sand is the way to exchange with tradition and martial arts."

"What do you mean by weapons? We didn't bring any weapons."

"If the metal in the wagon is not a weapon, what is?"

"These are training tools. Hahaha· I have to spend a lot of time at the shaman, so I brought it with me."

Saying that, Hui Ge gave him a look, and Mu Jin and a few Shaolin disciples took out the metal from the chariot and said,

"Whoa..."

"Whoa..."

As it was, he began to show off his iron skills in front of the shaman disciples.

“····”

For some reason, it was a transport person who started to feel dizzy.

* * *

Immediately after clearing up a minor misunderstanding·

The Shaolin disciples, guided by the shaman disciples, carried a carriage loaded with exercise equipment and headed to the shaman's lodgings.

At first glance, he didn't mean anything, so he recommended a day's rest.

The Shaolin disciples gladly accepted the consideration of the Song Jin people, and put away their exercise equipment and straightened their grooming with ablutions.

And the next morning·

"I'm sorry for the disturbance yesterday. Greetings again· It's called Shaolin Great Disciple Hye-gal."

The Shaolin disciples formally exchanged greetings with the shaman disciples who greeted them.

"Hehehe... It's an honor to meet the Five Realms Invincible in person."

"Hahaha· Compared to the name of the shaman Zhang Wenman, isn't it a firefly in front of the sun?"

Immediately after the shaman Jang Mun-in and Hye-gal expressed their modest humility.

"Have you heard the purpose of this martial arts exchange?"

"Yes· I heard it from the head monk of the room..."

"Can you show me the wrist training first?"

The shaman Zhang Wen-yin was the first to talk about the subject.

"I'll do that."

Mujin stepped forward confidently.

Standing tall in front of hundreds of shaman disciples, Mu Jin spoke.

"I'm going to show you a demonstration, so please follow me slowly. However, if you have a bad wrist, it is recommended that you seek medical attention first."

At Mu Jin's words, the shaman's elders, Yun Jia-bai, and the great disciples fell back, and the second and third great disciples stepped forward. Most of the disciples and lucky ones were due to broken wrists.

Just as it seemed that it was clear who would come forward and learn, Mujin slowly demonstrated.

"Let's start with muscle lengthening surgery. Muscle lengthening is an exercise that loosens tense or tight muscles. Doing this muscle lengthening before and after exercise is very effective in preventing injury."

Just like when he first taught the initiates in the past, Mujin explained the basics step by step.

"Now that you've released all your wrists, let's start training in earnest."

Mujin, who had instructed me about various wrist muscle lengthening surgeries, started this exercise.

"Today, I'm going to show you a simple exercise to strengthen your wrists with a sword. Could you lend me a spare wooden sword or sword?"

At Mujin's words, one of the great disciples who had been watching from behind handed Mujin a wooden sword that was in the theater.

"Originally, I would do it with dumbbells, but I think they're more comfortable with swords."

Mu Jin looked at the wooden sword and thought about it for a moment, then took a stance and opened his mouth.

"You can do this by placing your forearm on a desk or a stone slab and rotating the hand holding the sword. Later, when you become proficient, you can do it with heavier objects."

By the time Mujin started to explain, he gave me a few more exercises.

In the background, the shaman's disciples and fortune seekers, who were watching the disciples imitate Mujin's cultivation method, had various expressions.

"You're very used to teaching someone."

'Hmmm· Unusual Eyelogo·'

Some of them were looking at Mujin with interest.

'Is that really going to work?'

'Huh· Yunhe Four Hundred insisted on it, so I can't stop it."

Some of them couldn't come forward because of Yunhe Qin Yin, but their eyes were full of negativity.

"Is it true that this kind of training is enough to strengthen your wrists?"

In the end, an elder who was not satisfied with Mujin's cultivation method asked Mujin a question.

Mu Jin tilted his head in response to the elder's question.

"As with all practices, it takes time to see if it works."

"That's true..."

Mu Jin smiled lightly at the elder's answer and said:

"Or would you rather compare and see?"

"Comparison? What kind of comparison are you talking about?"

"Shouldn't I compare the wrist strength between me who has trained in this technique and the shaman disciples who have not yet mastered this technique?"

Everyone who reacted nervously to Mujin's words, including the elder who stepped forward, shook their heads.

"How are you going to test your wrist strength?"

Mujin replied with a smile as bright as Mu Yul.

"Have you ever heard of Bae Su Wan (arm wrestling)?"