Muscularity Black (1)

 

In the evening, after the martial arts exchange between Shaolin and the shaman disciples,

Mu Jin and a few other disciples were led by a great disciple of the shaman to the Jiasu Palace.

When I arrived at the main hall of Jiaso Palace, I found that Yunhe Jinyin, the shaman Zhang Wen Yin, Song Jinyin, and several elderly shaman elders were sitting there.

The expressions on the faces of the shaman fortune boats who were waiting for Mu Jin and the Shaolin disciples were varied.

On behalf of those four brothers, Yunhe Jinyin spoke first.

"They're all priests with symptoms similar to mine. Can you confirm that?"

"I'll do that."

The reason why Mu Jin cautiously came to the palace at this evening. It was originally for the treatment of the shaman swordsmen, which was the purpose of the shaman's practice.

"First of all, would you like to extend your uncomfortable arm?"

After saying that, Mu Jin walked around the hall and examined the elderly swordsmen one by one.

Someone was suffering from carpal tunnel syndrome and someone was suffering from tenosynovitis. Some, like Yunhe Jinyin, were experiencing both.

Some of them had mild symptoms, while others had severe symptoms, so Mujin taught them simple muscle lengthening and acupressure techniques according to the right amount of people.

"I would like to ask those who have completed their treatment to receive heat treatment."

"So be it..."

At Mu Jin's words, the Great Disciples of Li who had gone to the Jiaso Palace with Mu Jin began to treat the heat using the Heat Yang Keeper.

And for those who had been treated for fever, they tied a cloth like a wrist brace and prescribed medicine, just as they had done with Yunhe Jinyin.

After caring for dozens of patients over the course of about an hour, By the time Mu Jin and the Shaolin disciples were coming out of the Jiaso Palace.

"Mujin dough!"

The Qingshu dojo greeted Mu Jin with a sunny face and drew his sword.

Looking at the Song Gate Sword of the Qingshui Dojo shining sharply in the reflection of the moonlight, Mu Jin thought.

"Are you really as crazy as Mu Kyung?"

On a moonlit night, he was a smiling and sword-drawn assassin.

However, contrary to Mu Jin's thoughts, the Qingshu dojo who drew his sword opened his mouth in a clear tone.

"I've been waiting for Mu Jin Dou to ask for a secret mu once again. Hahaha·"

'Hmmm· You're a sword-mad guy, unlike Mukyung."

Mu Jin was deceived into thinking about such an impression, and replied to the Qingshui dojo in a kind tone.

"It's impossible..."

"Why!?"

"It's time to lower your body."

"Yes...?"

The Qingshui dojo didn't understand what Mu Jin was saying, so he asked, but it wasn't Mu Jin's idea.

"You can't miss a day of exercise... Cancer·'

Since the morning, Mujin has been busy working on his wrist and has not been able to lift weights yet.

Mu Jin refused the offer of the Qingshui dojo and returned to the hall that the shaman had given to the Shaolin disciples.

The Qingshui dojo followed Mujin with a face like a puppy.

"I'm sure you refused, so why are you chasing me?"

"Hahaha· I was just curious."

Take a moment to look at the clear water dojo. Mujin finally decided to turn off his nerves. Wouldn't it be possible to expel a shaman disciple from the shaman?

Eventually, Mujin arrived at the front and warmed up and approached his exercise equipment, which he had arranged in the yard.

A variety of metal balls, all boasting a large size. As if he couldn't waste any more time, Mujin lifted the metal without delay and began to bully his lower body in earnest.

It took a long time for Mujin to lift the various pieces of metal in various positions.

The Qingshui dojo, who had been silently watching the scene like a puppy, slid closer to the metal that Mujin had used and put down.

He nudged the metal with his fingers a few times, like a puppy facing a new toy.

He took the same position as Mujin and lifted the metal block.

"Whoops!!"

He managed to pick up the metal after pulling it up, and hurriedly put it down and let out a breath.

Mu Jin was immersed in the exercise when he suddenly heard the sound of metal and turned his head, and soon realized what the Qingshui Dojo had done.

"If you eat it with internal skills, there is no point in exercising. Road Amitabha Buddha·"

"It's the first time I've heard of it. Hahaha·"

Let's laugh out loud about what's funny. Like a person who had broken down somewhere, the fresh water seal suddenly stopped laughing and asked like a machine.

“··· Does that mean you ate this without any cavity?"

"Yes..."

Mujin shook his head as if it were a matter of course at the awkward question.

However, despite Mu Jin's firm answer, the Qingshui dojo was still broken.

‘··· I can't believe I'm holding this without a punch. Is that something that people can do?'

I thought about it in my mind for a moment. The Qingshui dojo soon realized something important.

'That's what gave me so much strength!'

Today's secret dance came to the mind of the Qingshu dojo again.

It was a sparring match that I had tried dozens of times before I asked Mujin to re-spar with me a while ago.

But even so, there was something inexplicable, and he dared to come back to Mujin on a moonlit night.

"That immense power came from muscle strength..."

What he couldn't comprehend was the ignorant weight of Mujin's martial arts.

A myriad of attacks that he didn't dare to let go of without making the most of all the tricks of the sword he was learning.

It was a clear beast seal that made him feel like his sword was becoming more complete just by letting go of Mujin's attack.

Even in the end, he couldn't let go and was defeated, so he couldn't help but be curious about the source of his power.

But the source of that power was simply that ignorant strength...

'No, it is not. That's not innate strength."

However, like a child who is also said to be a genius, Qingshu Dojo soon changed his mind.

"I heard that Mujin Dou knows how to cultivate musculature ... Also, didn't we talk about it in our wrist training session today? Every time you get used to it, increase the weight."

Then that ignorant piece of iron that the inexhaustible pupil is now carrying ...

'You've been gaining weight for years!'

The Qingshui dojo, who had reached that point, looked at Mujin with emotion.

"You're amazing. Mujin Dou!"

“··· What do you mean?"

He looked blank to himself, like a broken machine, and he couldn't understand why he was so great all of a sudden.

"Oh... I'm sorry· Sometimes I say things to myself, and my brothers are often embarrassed. Hahaha·"

Answering Mujin's question with a smile, Qingshu went on to explain his reasoning.

"Hasn't Mu Jin Dao been building up his strength all this time in order to be able to lift a piece of iron like this?"

"Well, that's right, but..."

"That's amazing! Oh, if you can lift a piece of metal this easily, your muscles will be very strong!"

"Ahem· My muscles are pretty strong."

Mu Jin suddenly expressed a proud expression at the praise of the Qingshui dojo.

Where's the hell that doesn't like muscle praise?

"Can you show me a look?"

"Ahem· And so it is."

In response to Qingshu Dojo's question, Mujin took off his jacket and took up various postures, as if it was for a smooth movement.

"Oh!!"

Every time Mu Jin changed his posture, the movement of his muscles gushed out, and the Qingshu dojo involuntarily let out an exclamation.

'Ahem· In this case, it's a pity that I learned the Jade Kumgang Technique."

If he hadn't learned it, his muscles would have been at least 1·5 times larger.

On the other hand, the in-house Qingshu dojo, who was crazy about martial arts and swords, was looking at the muscles from a functional point of view.

'Oh yes! All the muscles in my body have developed so much, and I can muster up enough strength!"

If so, hump·

"If I build up my muscles, I will be able to use the sword a little more freely."

The desire to further develop the sword made the Qingshui dojo shine in his eyes.

Mu Jin, who was in the middle of his posture, looked at the shining eyes of the blue beast dojo and asked.

"Do you want to learn to exercise?"

"Yes!"

It was an immediate answer. It's also very loud.

Mu Jin had a strange expression on his face and spoke to the Qingshu dojo.

"But the weights I use are weights that can only be used at a professional level, so they are not suitable for a clean water dojo. So, first of all, I'm going to tell you a few exercises that you can do with your body or sandbags."

"Thank you· Mujin Dou!"

The so-called shaman bowed at a right angle in a very polite manner and thanked him.

Mujin, who was happy to see the situation, first taught me some simple bodyweight exercises.

"It's late today, and I have some exercises to do, so I'll give you more new exercises tomorrow."

"Mu Jin Dao's heart seems to be as wide as the sea of water!"

Mu Jin thought as he smiled brightly and looked at the back of the Qingshu dojo who was leaving.

"Even though the proportion of the novel is small, it is a talent in its own way, so maybe it is worth it if you cultivate it?"

The corners of Mujin's mouth twitched for some reason when he thought of such a thought.

"There's no such thing as a bad guy who knows how good his muscles are... Cancer·'

Helene, who she liked so much, found a follower.

* * *

Early the next morning·

As always, the Shaolin disciples had awakened early.

They warmed up with muscle lengthening before waking up, as was their habit, and gathered at the entrance to the hall.

"It's a little late today..."

"My body seemed to be a little stiff, so I had a muscle lengthening operation for a little longer."

The reason was simple. There were iron tools that had been brought with them by going into the wagon.

"Today, Bonn Seung is going to train his chest muscles..."

"Oh my gosh... Then the brother-in-law will use this first. I'm going to start with the one next to me."

They were taking turns using their tools, sharing a sequence of movements with each other in order to make efficient use of their limited metal blocks.

Of course, that included the trio of Mujin and Mujabai...

Let them indulge in ironwork for a while.

"Mujin Dou!"

A sudden visitor came to Mujin early in the morning.

"Hahaha· Sorry for the delay· There was a shaman's early morning training, so it took me a while to get out."

“··· Can I get out of it?"

Mu Jin's ridiculous question was answered by the Qingshu dojo with a clear smile.

"I had an early morning training quota, so I just went out early and got it done first. Hahaha·"

Seeing the sunny appearance, not only Mujin, but also Mu Gong and Mu Qing came up with similar thoughts.

'That wouldn't be the problem...'

If it's an early morning training, the recluses will be in charge, but can the Three Great Disciples go out at will?

Naturally, the gaze of Mu Infinite and Wu Qing turned to Mu Yul. It was a mindset that I had seen somewhere. To be precise, it's an accident-free method.

But that wasn't the point now. Mu suddenly realized another strange thing and asked.

"But Qingshu Shi Zhu is here at such an early hour?"

"Oh! It was none other than Mujin Do, who offered to teach you the exercises. Hahaha· He works out early in the morning, so I timed it."

In response to Qingshu Dojo's answer, the three members of the martial arts team came up with different ideas.

"It's a seal of fresh water. I can't lose."

'You're a new scapegoat...'

'Hehe...'

Mu Jin smiled at the Qingshu dojo, who had been showing his enthusiasm for exercise since early in the morning.

"Yesterday I told you about wrist and arm exercises, so today I'm going to give you some abdominal and core muscle exercises."

After that, Mujin taught the Qingshu dojo the bodyweight exercise moves and proceeded with the exercises.

After teaching the posture to the Qingshui dojo, he lifted an object that weighed more than a hundred pounds next to the Qingshui dojo who was exercising with his bare body, so there was no major hindrance to his exercise.

It was a clear water dojo that fluttered its white robes alone among the Shaolin disciples dressed in vermilion garments.