Seasons (1)

 

A few days later· The Shaolin disciples returned safely to Songshan.

He didn't look like he did when he arrived at Wudang Mountain, but he was safe in his own way.

"I'm back. Master· Sajo-sama·"

Mu Gung, whose body was covered in sweat and dirt, bowed his head silently, as always, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Did you gain anything from the shaman?"

"I think it was a big help..."

Did you say that master and disciple become alike? To Hyedam's question, Mugung also gave a brief answer.

It was because of the experience of the past two years that Hyedam hated to explain at length.

"If you do, give me a demonstration."

At Hyedam's command, Mu Gong, even though he was tired of pulling the carriage, took the flag ceremony and unfolded the martial arts he had mastered.

Pow!

Mugung moved succinctly, minimizing movements. However, because he was so large and powerful, even a simple movement would cause a fierce punch to burst out.

And there was a slight ripple in Hyedam's eyes as she watched the scene.

"You've become calmer."

In the true sense of the word, distractions disappeared from the infinite movements.

Through this shaman's walk, Mugung was able to cast off his doubts about himself.

He entered Shaolin with the desire to become a martial arts master, but when he saw the overwhelming talent of Mujin and Muqing, he began to doubt himself.

No matter how much he thought about going his own way in his head, the depths of the young man's heart were always stirring.

But at the shaman, he had a great realization.

It's not that he wasn't good enough, but that Mu Jin and Mu Qing had extraordinary talents.

Even in the shaman, who is now called the first gate in the world, their talents shone brilliantly. The only one who could compare with them was the shaman, the Qingshui dojo, who was already a genius who had made a name for himself throughout the Central Plains.

On top of that, his self-esteem was boosted by the fact that his skinny shaman disciples admired his powerful muscles and begged him to teach him exercises.

Of course, the shaman disciples and I had different directions. Their admiration for him was limited to his muscles. They took great pride in their martial arts.

But what then?

"Our Shaolin martial arts are also not overwhelmed by shamans."

He, too, was a Shaolin disciple who possessed feasts no less than that of a shaman.

As he spent time in the shaman, he became convinced that he was not weak, and his hesitation disappeared.

Instead, he took his place from training in a shaman and the strength he developed by pulling a chariot. On top of that, the summoning group's bet before leaving for the shaman made up for it.

Naturally, the wind began to blow in his technique, which was much faster and stronger than before he left for the shaman.

"That's enough..."

Hyedam, who was watching the scene, opened his mouth with an uncharacteristically small smile.

"It looks like you're finally ready to learn the Nyorai Kidney..."

It was a story that made him realize that the time had come to tell Mu Gong about the Seventy Kinds of Disciplines.

* * *

Hye-gal, who had gone to the shaman with her son-in-law, Mu-yul, was in agony for a while inside the hall.

In many ways, this shaman was a great help to his son-in-law.

The Shaolin Five Circles pursued naturalness as much as it represented the behavior of animals, which was in some ways closer to that of Taoism than Buddhism.

In particular, the shaman's martial arts were only words, and unlike the volcanic sect that pursued illusion and the fortune teller sect that pursued the sword of pleasure, the shaman's martial arts were truly worthy of the color of the Tao.

Of course, the volcanic waves are the living beings that live in nature. Above all, it contained the magic of the ring sword in pursuit of the form of a flower, so it was a place where the color of the sword was fundamentally imbued.

The Fortune Tellers were also martial artists who were interested in natural objects, but for some reason they felt hostile to natural objects. He had been learning the sword technique to pierce the sun and the sword technique to cut through the light.

In any case, for that reason, the martial arts exchange at the shaman was of great help to Mu Yul. In particular, what Mu Yul has learned now is the academic and private spheres, both of which have their own sense of kindness.

On top of that, with the summoning group he absorbed before leaving for the shaman, and the various trainings he had undergone on the way to and from the shaman, Muyul's martial arts had definitely crossed the wall.

Even though Sason's level had definitely risen, for some reason, Hyegal was in agony in the hall.

"Will I be able to catch him?"

Take a moment to think about your mysterious troubles.

"Hmm· Worrying about it won't give you the answer, so it's better to move at a time like this."

Deciding that action was better than worrying, Hye-gal willingly stood up.

"Hyuna· I'm trying to take good care of her. This monk has a place to go..."

"Yes· Master·"

After saying that to her apprentice and Mujin's teacher, Hye-gal, she flew away.

Five days later,

Perhaps he had trained in pulling a carriage again, and his robes were covered in dust, and he returned to Shaolin.

With a pet by his side, he said.

Crrr

The howling creature fell silent when Hyegal stroked its throat once.

"Hahahahaha· Isn't that cute, Muyul?"

He pointed to the quietened animal and smiled heartily at Mu Yul.

It was the first time he had ever seen an animal, and Mu Yul's eyes lit up with curiosity.

Perhaps she liked it so much, she laughed heartily again and opened her mouth.

"Muyul! It's finally time to learn how to vote."

The animal that Hyegal caught in five days·

It was a leopard·

* * *

On the other hand, at that time·

"Are you back? Sajo-sama·"

Mu Kyung politely greeted Hye-kwan, who had been on duty for the first time in a long time.

The fact that Hye-kwan has gone to the world means that he is on his way back from slaying the evil demon.

On the outside, it was the same as usual, but I still knew that Mu Kyung, who had been with me for two years, was still there.

The fact that Hye-kwan doesn't feel good right after she goes to the world.

Looking at Mu Kyung, who greeted him politely, Hyekwan smirked. His face was flushed and he had a bottle of liquor in one hand.

"Hmph... How have you been to the shaman?"

"Yes· Sajo-sama·"

"I'll have to see how much I've improved..."

Understanding Hye-kwan's words, Mu-kyung wasted no time in burrowing into Hye-kwan.

With a satisfied smile on his face, Hyekwan snapped to the left.

The left angle flew at an unexpected angle and at a bizarre speed.

Sreaw·

Mu Kyung let go of Hyekwan's kick with a gentle gesture.

It was an instant unfolding of the martial arts that he had learned in the martial arts exchange.

"Hahaha! You've learned something interesting..."

While Hyekwan let out a cheerful laugh, Moo Kyung took a step further and let out a shout.

Hyekwan knew it very well. The fact that the chapter could be turned into a power or a local law at any time.

Hyekwan made a bold move.

Instead of defending or dodging, he folded his left angle, which Mu Kyung had let go, and aimed his knee at Mu Kyung's head.

Recognizing this, Mu Qing retrieved the cow jacket that had been held out and hurriedly blocked his knee.

Since then, the two sons have exchanged dozens of matches and continued to spar.

Puck·

Hye-kwan, who had been looking at him moderately, sped up and kicked Mu Kyung and opened his mouth.

"You're sober ...

He said he was watching him, but it was getting harder to deal with him while he was drinking.

"I've already grown so much..."

He didn't show his satisfaction, and Hyekwan smiled fishily.

"Let's learn how to do it soon."

"Do you mean a proper martial artist?"

Mu Kyung, who was pushed by Hye Kwan's feet, tilted his head and asked. Hye-kwan only pushed him away with his foot, not with all his might, so there was no major damage.

In response to such a question, Hyekwan did not add the words katabuta, but threw the bottle of wine in his right hand and took the flag ceremony.

Hyekwan slowly shouted into the air and recited phrases that sounded like they could only come out of the Buddhist scriptures with each punch.

And with the gestures and phrases, Hyekwan's fist sparkled with golden energy.

After performing a total of twenty-four moves, Hyekwan gathered his posture and said:

"This is one of the seventy different disciplines that this Ding Zhong is mastering. It is a golden fortune ticket· Have you remembered all your brothers and sisters?"

In response to Hye-kwan's question, which showed off the seventy different kinds of exquisite art in a tone that was not a big deal, Mu-kyung replied in a dumb tone.

"I've done everything I remembered..."

Hyekwan smiled at the answer with a strange expression.

"After all..."

His grandson was a genius. Even Huiguan, who is now considered one of the top masters in Shaolin, was not like that.

Ten years at most· Maybe in five years or so, I wouldn't be able to teach Sason.

But that's just the future. It was still time for him to teach martial arts.

"If you do... From now on, let's spar with the Golden Fortune Horse Ticket."

"Yes!? I've just memorized the key to my brother..."

"Hmph... That's enough· Martial arts are meant to be learned in practice."

Hyekwan was going to teach martial arts in his own way.

"Now, wait a minute..."

"Where's the real thing?"

While Mu-kyung, who has become contemplative, cries out urgently, Hye-kwan's fist that has dug into Mu-kyung turns gold.

"How do you make Guo Qi!?"

"If you don't know, you can learn by beating!"

The sound of a song rang out again from the hall of Hye-kwan.

* * *

When the trio of martial arts are in full swing and are learning new martial arts.

Mujin was calmly checking himself in the place of the prefectural light.

"Muscle strength and jade strength are gradually increasing..."

It went into a brief transition period in the spring, but it felt like it had recently started to grow again.

'Did the chariot pulling practice help you in any way?'

Humans are often described as adaptive animals. This was a phrase used in the way people think, but it was also a part of the body.

The human body adapts to hardship. No matter how hard the cultivation is, if you endure screaming at the evil, you will get used to it before you know it.

Of course, it was another thing to train to the point of injury.

The expression "a trial that strengthens me to the point of not dying" was also applied to the body.

However, on the other hand, after adapting, the growth stops. Man's body only grew to the point where it could "endure" the penance.

The same was true of the act of exercising the muscles. Therefore, in order to train my muscles, I had to not only change my weight, but often change my workout regimen.

From that point of view, the insane full-body exercise of pulling a carriage, which he had never done before, led to new changes in his muscles.

"From now on, I'll try some weird practices every time I transition."

Mujin, whose body shape was not destroyed by the Jade Geum Ganggong, had grown up to the point of ignorance, and now he had surpassed the strength he had when he was Choi Kang-hyuk.

From now on, it was an uncharted realm for Mujin.

On top of that, he also learned how to fight through the teachings of Yunhe Jinin.

It was a series of good fortunes, but Mujin's expression was not as bright as it seemed.

"It's been almost half a year now, and there has been no progress in self-defense..."

It was in early spring that I succeeded in radiating my qi freely, wrapping my hands and feet like gloves and shoes.

Since then, growth has stopped·

For Mujin, who was aiming for the realm of self-defense skills that envelop his whole body, he was still a long way from reaching his goal.

How can we make the qi radiate farther and farther and maintain the desired form?

Thinking of such worries, Mujin kept spewing and retrieving qi through his hands and feet.

"Hehehe... You seem to have a lot of worries."

Hyunguang, who had been watching the situation, approached Mujin with a hollow smile on his face.

"If you are stuck in finding your own way, it is a good idea to borrow the wisdom of the Zen monks."

"The wisdom of Zen Buddhism?"

"Yes. . . What you are aiming for now is the qi from your fists and feet that will go farther and farther. Don't you want me to maintain the form you intend it to take?"

"Yes· Grandpa·"

"Among the martial arts in Shaolin, there is one martial artist who has been deeply concerned about sending qi farther and farther."

Mujin's eyes lit up at Hyunguang's words, and he asked...

"What is that void?"

Instead of answering Mu Mu's question right away, Hyun Kwang took a cardinal formula and shouted straight into the air.

There was no change in the vicinity of the fist that Hyunkwang thrust out.

Instead·

Boom!

The branches of trees dozens of yards away have been broken...

"In our Shaolin, this martial arts is called the Hundred Treasure Priesthood."

Hyunguang, who showed a demonstration, showed a gentle smile.