Shaolin Four Monks (1)

 

The first round of the Dragon Seal Branch has come to an end.

Sixteen of the thirty-two finalists have been decided.

This should have been the only way it was set, but there was a lot of talk going on in the outer prefecture where the Dragon Seal Branch was currently being held.

"I didn't think all the Shaolin disciples would win the first round..."

"They say it's a thousand-year Shaolin, but it's a great place..."

The sixteen· And if you add up the old and five major families, which are called the pillars of the political faction, there are a total of fifteen and fifteen people.

According to common sense, those who made it to the Dragon Seal Branch had to be one of the best juniors in each sect.

It was a huge thing for only two people from one faction to advance to this round, and on the other hand, it was a humiliation for the faction that didn't advance at all.

In Shaolin alone, as many as four people made it to this round.

As a result, there were quite a few Munfa such as the Huashan Sect and the Huang Bose Family who failed to advance to this round.

"In twenty years, the Shaolin era may begin..."

Therefore, there were many people who predicted that in twenty years, when the late exponents would reach the age of being called the true Wulin Mingsook, Shaolin might regain the title of "the first gate in the world."

But not everyone was like that.

"Would it be too big to come up to this round? In the end, the best will be the best in the world. Isn't the sect to which the best person in the world belongs the number one gate in the world?"

"Ahem· But you can't ignore the Nangong Jinchen Xiao and the Qingshu Dojo..."

Shaolin, who had cut ties with the world, showed his strength, but the strongest favorites were still Nangong Jinchen and Qingshu Dojo.

Moreover, both the Namgong Sega and the shaman were still alive and well, so if one of them won, it would definitely be called the "best gate in the world."

And there were some who didn't like the public's assessment.

Like the Nangong Jinchen, Qingshu Dojo, and Shaolin disciples, the Sect of Sect who advanced to this round did so.

"Tsk· Ilhui (日輝) · Don't worry about what the ignorant people say..."

"You don't have to worry. Four Swans·"

At the confident reply of the Li Grand Disciple Ilhui, the elder of the Fortune Telling Sect smiled with satisfaction.

Ilhui was one of the youngest of the two great disciples of the Fortune Teller Sect. He was even only three or four years older than the older of the three great disciples of the Divination Sect.

Since he was the lowest among the Great Disciples, no one expected him to become the Fortune Teller Sect's Zhang Wen Sect, but the elders of the Divination Sect all had the same idea.

That this child will be the future Fortune Spear First Sword. Furthermore, he said that he would bring the title of the best sword in the world, which is represented by the Southern Palace and the shaman, to the fortune telling.

That's right.

Ilhui was a talent secretly cultivated by the Fortune Chang Sect in order to overcome the Southern Palace and the shamans.

And this was an opportunity for the Ilhui that had been cultivated so far to shine through.

In addition to stepping on the Nangong Jincheon and Qingshui dojo,

"As long as Ilhui can take the prize of the championship, the future number one in the world will not be an illusory goal."

When I was thinking of the enormous prize that the Wulin League put forward as the winning prize of this year's Dragon Bag Branch.

The Ilhui dojo spoke to the elder with a confident expression.

"It's just a pity that Xiao Jie couldn't meet the Nangong Jinchen Xiao Xiao or Qingshu Dojo sooner. Shouldn't we meet them soon so that we can correct their foolishness?"

"Hahaha· That's a very good mindset. Anyway, if you keep winning in Bimu, you'll soon meet them, so don't worry about it. Shaolin disciples, it's just a passing process..."

And it was also the inspection that was scheduled to spar with the Shaolin disciple in this round.

'Did I say endless...'

Ilhui thought of the name of his opponent for a moment, and soon erased it from his mind.

You don't have to worry about him.

* * *

All of the Mujabae sign rooms had advanced to this round, and there was a strange atmosphere of excitement in the hall where the Shaolin disciples lived.

However, apart from the atmosphere around him, he was spending his time in the unchanged sign room.

It meant that he was spending his time training his musculature in the Tianyu Upper Bunta and refining his martial arts in the hall of the Shaolin Temple.

'Hmm?'

However, in that consistent atmosphere, Mujin felt a strange sense of discomfort.

"Do you have any concerns?"

Looking at the unusual Mu Palace, Mu Jin asked.

He looks like a bandit, but he looks surprisingly good-looking, and he looks a little stiff yesterday.

Well, it was originally stiff in size and constitution, but the meaning was a little different. It wasn't that his body was stiff, but that his actions and movements were somewhat stiff.

"Ahem· It's nothing..."

Mu Gong replied with an unusually blunt expression, saying that he had been cultivating immobility for four years.

"Don't be pretentious, just tell me if you have any concerns. Worries are often not a big deal when you talk about them..."

It didn't work for Mujin, who had only had a social life for decades.

"Why? Are you nervous about making it to this round?"

"I'm not doing this because I'm in this round..."

"What then? Because of the opponent?"

“····”

Mu Jin hesitated for a moment at Mujin's question. It was not difficult to deduce the cause from that attitude alone.

"Who's going to be in this round? Do you know anyone?"

“··· Fortune Teller Sect's Fortune Painting · I thought he didn't know me, but I knew when I saw his face. Maybe the Ilhui dojo doesn't remember me, but..."

"You know, but the Ilhui dojo doesn't know you?"

Mu Jin seemed to think for a moment at Mu Jin's question, and then told him a long story.

"You know I'm from a small and medium-sized sect, not from the Shaolin clan, right?"

"I heard it when I was a novice student..."

"Actually, our main house is located in a small county in Yunnan Province. So if I was going to join the old file room, I should have joined the Fortune Teller Sect..."

"But why did you come to Shaolin?"

"There was a very famous genius in our county. He was four years older than me, so he was usually compared to my older brothers rather than me."

"Is that genius your opponent, the Ilhui dojo?"

"Yes... Originally, his name was Najinseong. So I didn't know it was the same person until I saw his face."

It wasn't until he listened to Mu Gong's explanation that he understood why Mu Gong was so stiff.

The situation in which I met the genius who I had met and compared many times in my childhood neighborhood for the first time in nearly a decade.

His childhood experiences were intense, so maybe deep down he already had a premonition of defeat.

But as one question was solved, another one arose.

"But apart from that, why did you come to Shaolin instead of Fortune Tzu Chang?"

Mu Jin asked, and Mu Mu replied, scratching his sideburns, as if he was embarrassed for his size.

"If you enter the store, you'll be compared..."

"Huh?"

"There's only a four-year age difference between us, and we're from the same prefecture, right? Also, I heard rumors that he was already being selected as a hopeful by the fortune teller, so when I went into the store, everyone would only pay attention to the Ilhui dojo."

"Oh..."

It was only after listening to Mu Jin's explanation that Mu Jin remembered a memory that he had forgotten.

"Come to think of it, this guy was a coward for his size..."

To be precise, he wasn't timid, but a morbid dislike of losing. Because of his appearance, he didn't want others to see his ugly side.

In fact, he knew that Mu Kyung was being bullied, but he ignored it because there were three opponents and he couldn't win.

'Ugh· Come to think of it, my first impression was that I didn't like him completely."

He's a child, so I took care of him, and we fell in love with him and we've been together ever since.

Mu Jin remembered the time when Mu Qing was ignoring him, and for the first time in a long time, Mu Jin slapped Mu Gong in the back of the head.

"Mistress! Why are you hitting?"

"I remembered the old days and hit me..."

"What?"

Mu Gong asked back, but Mu Jin didn't answer again, but instead of answering again, he brought up something else.

"Anyway... The old story is over, and what about now?"

"Now? Well· Shouldn't we fight?"

"No... Except for the Ilwhi Dojo· Do you regret coming to Shaolin now?"

"Do you regret coming to Shaolin? What are you talking about?"

"He said he came to Shaolin because he was afraid that if he went to the Fortune Teller Sect, he would be buried by the Ilhui dojo. So now I regret coming to Shaolin."

"Oh..."

Mu Jin's question made Mu Jin's expression quite complicated.

When he came to Shaolin, he had a big dream. The dream of becoming a Wulin Ming Sook through Shaolin·

To this end, he had been trying to monopolize the attention of the Shaolin elders since he was an initiate disciple, but as time went by, he was buried in the monsters and geniuses of Mujin and Wuqing.

At first, I was jealous of the two of them. I used to wonder why I wasn't as talented as I was.

The fact that he gruntled at Mujin every time may have been a way to hide his jealousy. The reason I still gruntled was because it had become a habit.

But even now, I'm still jealous of the two of them.

"Mujin is Mujin, and Mukyung is Mukyung· And I am who I am...'

It wasn't.

With the spirit of the living Four Heavenly Kings named Hyedam, his mind had also matured.

"And this guy is out of the question in the first place..."

On top of that, Mujin wasn't something to be jealous of in the first place.

When he was a beginner, he thought he wasn't good enough, but now he knew.

It wasn't enough to simply win the secret dance against the Qingshui dojo, one of the so-called late exponents in the world, and now the three great disciples are on an equal footing with the great disciples.

This guy wasn't outstanding among the Three Great Disciples of Shaolin, and he wasn't exceptional in Shaolin. Even if you searched the entire continent of the Middle Plains, it was a ridiculous monster.

And funnily enough, I got a lot of help from this guy. Didn't he be the first to teach himself training methods that were not even in the Millennium Shaolin called Taishanbeidu? Not only himself, but also Mukyung and Muyul were together.

Somehow, because of this, he was chosen as one of the four strongest of the three Shaolin disciples.

Even in the Dragon Seal Branch, where late-stage exponents from all over the continent compete, he was voted the best sixteen.

So, as much as you can·

"I'm talking about the obvious... You can't regret coming to Shaolin, do you?"

He had not the slightest regret.

Mu Jin smiled at Mu Jin's answer, pretending to be proud now.

"Yes... Well thought out· The old days were the past, and now is the present. And you're stronger anyway, so I don't know if it's Ilhui or Ilhee..."

"Am I stronger?"

The corners of Mujin's mouth tremble. He tries his best to put on a blank face, but his face is dying of joy.

If someone else had said it, I would have thought it was just a word, but it was something that Mujin had said to me, so it had a different meaning.

In the first place, the term "late exponent" has reached a ridiculous level. Mujin's words are different from the Ilhui dojo that was called a genius in the countryside, so he may really be a better master than the Ilhui dojo.

'Yes... In the first place, compared to Mujin, the Ilhui dojo is not a big deal..."

Deep in his heart, he felt the presence of the Ilhui dojo, which had been growing in size, shrink rapidly.

"Hmph huh· Of course I'm stronger. I just thought about the old days and reminisced for a while."

Looking at Mu Gong, who was now bragging about it, Mu Jin smiled faintly.

"Yes... You're better at it, so if you lose, it means you're shaken. So if I lose, I'll tell Uncle Hyedam well."

“··· Are you going to talk to Sajo? What are you talking about?"

"I have to tell you that I don't think I've had enough immobility cultivation yet. Maybe if you're Master Hyedam, you'll give me one-on-one training for a month or so, right?"

“····”

The blood quickly fades from Mu Mu's face, which used to feel good.

For Mugung, who is a squire and a squire unlike a big man, a one-on-one intimate lesson with the horribly reticent Hye-dam was rat poison.

* * *

The next day·

In order to participate in this round of the Dragon Seal Branch Conference, the Shaolin disciples went to the place where there was a rain stage.

The procession included not only the Muja Bae Signature Room, but also the Ambassador and the Great Disciples who had come with them from Shaolin, as well as the disciples who had been sent from the Wulin League.

Immediately after arriving near the off-stage, Mu Jin glanced at the crowd surrounding his attention and muttered:

"I think the volcano wave has returned?"

"I guess I was a little bit of a stayer. I was eliminated in both the preliminary round and the first round..."

"Hmmm· I think the Huang Bo family is hanging out over there?"

Where Mujin pointed to Huang Bowoong, who had been defeated by Mujin and eliminated, was sitting with a few people.

"Are you left to socialize with others? Aren't they all different colors?"

As expected, it felt like the uniform color was strangely unified, as Mu Kyung said.

"There is talk of a Sega alliance, but are you really maintaining friendship?"

When I looked closely, I saw that the colors of the five major families were mixed.

As Wu Daese was looking in the direction, he happened to make eye contact with Zhuge Jinxi, and she greeted him with a sneaky glance.

Mujin also greeted her with a simple silent bow and glanced at the others.

"Maybe it's because the volcanic wave went back first, so I don't see any particular clusters."

Unlike the Five Great Families, the samurai of the Old Pile Room were scattered and sat down according to their respective clans.

While Mujin was contemplating the power structure of the political faction through the composition around the stage, it was almost time for the battle to begin.

Mu Gung, who was the first to compete in the match, paid tribute to the eldest man, Ambassador Hyun Hyun.

"I'll be back..."

"Don't be nervous, do your best. Amitabha Buddha·"

"Yes· Monk of the Outer Temple·"

Watching this, Mujin smiled slightly.

'I guess I've brushed it all off...'

There was not even a hint of tension on Mu Mu's face as he headed to the off-stage.