Shaolin Four Monks (2)

 

At the same time that Mu Gong was heading to the non-stage, the young swordsman stepped forward in the place where the masters of the Fortune Telling Sect had gathered.

Mu Gong greeted the leader of the dojo who stepped forward.

"Amitabha Buddha· It's been a long time since I've seen you."

"Do you know me?"

In response to the blunt question of the Ilhui dojo, Mu Gong replied in a calm tone.

"If you don't remember, it doesn't matter."

In the old days, my pride would have been hurt.

Of course, that didn't mean I didn't feel anything right now. Rather, it is.

"I'll give you the experience of losing to someone you don't even remember."

Behind the grave-looking expression created by his training with Hyedam, he was infinitely eager to win.

"Shaolin Infinite Monk! And let's start the secret dance between the Fortune Tellers!"

And the moment the cry of judgment erupted.

Spatula!

With a flash of swordlight, the sound of something cutting reverberated through the off-stage.

* * *

"At that age, I didn't think I could use the Four-Day Sword Law at will..."

Ambassador Hyunhyun, who had been watching the secret dance of Mu Gong and the Ilhui dojo, muttered in a somber tone.

At the beginning of Bimu, the sword of the Ilhui dojo moved so fast that it was impossible to know when it was pulled out.

Mugung, who was deprived of his player by the blow, was forced to go on the defensive, with part of his robes torn off from the start.

After that, the Ilhui dojo stabbed his sword one after another at rapid speed, and the sword qi that emanated from his sword stick continued to slash through the words of the Infinite Empire.

Four-Day Sword Method·

It was one of the best techniques of the divination sect, and it was a stabbing-oriented sword method. As the name suggests, the sword technique of shooting the sun boasted such great speed that it was difficult to follow with the eyes.

"Oh !!"

"What a fortune teller!"

The audience who can't even see the sword road at such a tremendous speed burst out in admiration.

On the other hand, the Shaolin disciples' expressions darkened considerably.

"What can I do? Doesn't the death penalty look like it's going to be tough?"

"It might be a bit too much for the Death Penalty to deal with... Amitabha Buddha·"

Mu Yul and Mu Kyung, who were watching from the sidelines, muttered regretfully, and Mu Jin smiled faintly and opened his mouth.

"Don't worry. If it's infinite, it's enough to win..."

"We also want the death penalty to win, but..."

"It's not good to win, it's just that Mu Mu Mu's skills are one step ahead..."

“???”

Mu-kyung and Mu-yul looked at Mu-jin with puzzled expressions, and Mu-jin pointed to Mu-gung, where the lyrics were being torn apart on the off-stage.

"Look closely. Only his clothes were cut off, but he was barely hurt. It's not that I can't dodge, it's that I'm dodging with minimal movements."

* * *

In a situation that seemed to be in a crisis, Mu Gong was watching the movement of the dojo with calm eyes.

"Phew· It's fast, it's fast."

As expected, even in the fortune tellers who value the trick of pleasure, it was almost impossible to "see and avoid" the four-day sword method called the feast.

Therefore, Mu Gong was moving by predicting the sword path through his opponent's prior movements, just as he had learned from Mu Jin when he was a child.

'Do you not have much practical experience? Or is it so hard to give a change as much as the emphasis is on pleasure?'

The speed was insanely fast, but the sword path was too honest.

Still, the reason his clothes were being torn apart was because his body was so big.

"When the movement gets bigger, there is bound to be a crisis."

It was also because of the direction of nothingness that he pursued.

The Mystery of the Middle East·

It was the path he had chosen, with great size and great strength, but less agile.

He seemed to be standing still, but with the slightest movement, he narrowly avoided the sword attack of the Ilhui dojo.

And the most important thing in the trick of the Middle East is the immovability of the mind.

Even as he watched the sword fly through his body, his eyes didn't waver.

Spatula!

Spatula!

The moment when the movement of the Four-Day Sword Technique became completely familiar to me·

Kung!

A violent vibration erupts over the non-stage due to the intense vibration.

Mu Gong, who had escaped the stab by an inch, dug into the Ilhui dojo and screamed.

The hands of the Heavenly Keeper resembled those of the Buddha.

“!!!”

When the opponent who had been surprised by his sword attack suddenly dug in and shouted at him, the dismayed Ilhui dojo hurriedly unfolded the number he had hidden.

Naturally, his sword, which had been moving quickly with a thrust, changed.

The Pole Yang Keeper and the Golden Flag merged, and a solid white line was drawn on the hand of the Mu Palace, which was glowing vermilion.

* * *

"여래신장 (Nyorai Divine Palm)!!"

Someone who had deduced the martial arts from the scarlet-stained palm of Mu Gong shouted in surprise.

Then, when someone saw a long, thin solid white line in the air, they shouted one after another.

"분광십팔수 (Split Eighteen Hands) 까지!"

Shaolin's famous Seventy Kinds of Festivals were followed by the best festival of the Fortune Teller Sect at the same time, causing an uproar among the crowd surrounding the stage.

"I can't believe the late indices can already handle a season like that!"

"What a mess room!"

Neutral spectators from the middle and one-man factions burst into exclamations, and most of the characters who advanced to the round, Gu File-bang and Oh Dae-se, had quite serious expressions.

'Digging in!!'

Seizing the opportunity, Mu Gung boldly took a step forward.

I didn't expect the Ilhui Dojo to suddenly unleash such a huge number.

However, the Ilhui dojo unfolded the eighteenth second of the spectral number. The spectral islet was hastily unfolded in an unprepared state.

In addition, the clash between Spectral Ilseom, which emphasizes the mysteries of pleasure, and Nyorai Xinjiang, which contains the mysteries of the middle, was a game in which the outcome was decided as long as the difference in the realm was not extreme.

“큭·”

Immediately after the collision, the Ilhui dojo, who had been pushed back due to the difference in strength, groaned and unfolded the Sword Technique with a bewildered expression.

He didn't expect that the first season of the great recluse, the Spectral Eighteen, would be pushed back.

'After all... You don't seem to have enough experience."

Mu Gung, on the other hand, was moving with an infinitely subdued mindset, analyzing his opponents.

"If you were aiming for a latecomer, you wouldn't know if you chose to defend there..."

One of the ultimate skills desired by warriors who pursue the trick of pleasure. Latecomer·

If, in the previous situation, Ilhui had opened up his own vital point instead of blocking the Nyorai Xinjiang, he would have been able to get a draw or win the game in a short time with a latecomer.

However, the embarrassed Ilhui dojo was unable to make use of the martial arts strengths he had mastered.

Mu Gong, on the other hand, was still calmly digging towards the Ilhui dojo.

The Ilhui dojo hurriedly unleashed the Four-Day Sword Technique and tried to drive Mu Gong away, but due to the internal wounds sustained from the clash and the collapsed posture, the speed was slower than the Four-Day Sword Technique he had performed at the beginning of Bimu.

Naturally, the Four-Day Sword Technique, which had slowed down, had not touched the Infinite Body...

"It's not the end..."

Before he knew it, his scarlet palms were touching the abdomen of the Ilhui dojo.

* * *

'I won . . . Are you going to do it?'

Even with the heart on the abdomen of the Ilhui dojo, Mu Gong still felt dazed.

"Waaaaaa

"What a Shaolin!"

However, as soon as the dance ended, a roar erupted from around the stage, awakening the spirit of Mu Mu.

The cheers shook the immobility of the warriors who were immersed in the secret dance.

'Yes! You've won! I've beaten that genius!'

It was only then that Mu Gong realized his victory, and he struggled to hold the corners of his mouth as they were about to soar.

'Ahem· If you're a Ming Sook, you should act like it's a matter of course. Cancer·'

If you whine that you won the bimu, you will lose weight. Mu Gong straightened his posture, remembering the profound Wulin Ming Sook he dreamed of.

"Amitabha Buddha..."

After winning a confrontation, you walk away with a half-hearted attitude.

'Ugh· This is it...'

This was what the Shaolin master had in mind.

The audience erupted in cheers again at the noble performance he portrayed.

"Hmmm..."

Mu Gong forcibly grabbed the corners of his mouth and cheekbones that were about to go up, and he came down the stage.

Defeating the genius of the past and monopolizing people's attention· It's an ideal situation.

The feeling of infinity was as if I was flying through the sky.

"Dress up like a beggar..."

That is, until Mujin spoke to him.

"What a beggar?"

"Look at your clothes. You won't take that outfit with you in the open, will you?"

It was only then that Mu Gong came to his senses and examined his clothes.

As expected, he managed to evade the Sword Sword by an inch, and his clothes were very rags.

'Damn· I won in style, but my clothes were like this..."

Mu Mu's face blushed slightly at the feeling of seeing an ugly side to people.

"Now, I can't dodge it completely, so I think there are some shallow cuts, so put some of this on..."

I gave him the golden spear pill that he had brought in advance for the secret dance tournament.

"Sniff· It's normal for a person to be hurt like this..."

Mujin smiled at the sight of Mu Gung, who was still unaware and braggartful.

"Oh yes... I suppose so..."

Mu Jin roughly threw the golden spear pill at Mu Gong and said:

"In the evening, go back to the hall and apply it..."

After saying that, Mu Jin turned his attention to Mu Yul, who was about to have a sparring session, and the Emperor Xuan and Shaolin disciples approached Mu Gong, who had a fat expression.

"Very well done. Mugung-ah·"

"You can't play so calmly against such a difficult enemy! That's great."

It was only natural that the corners of his mouth and the clown that had been praised by the Shaolin elders had ascended to heaven again.

* * *

After the secret dance of the Mugung and Ilhui dojo is over...

After a brief period of commotion, the next dance began.

The second session of the tournament was the sparring between the Shaman's First Banner Qingshu Dojo and the Amifa's nun Bohyun.

However, instead of watching the bimu, Mujin talked to Mu Yul, who was scheduled to be the next Bimu.

"Yule· You know it's your turn to be next, right?"

"That's next! I was just going to leave if I called your name. Heh

Mu Jin asked her what she was worried about.

"Do you remember who Bimu is?"

"Mmmm... I saw it two days ago, and I'm sure..."

"I forgot..."

Mu Jin sighed lightly. For some reason, it seemed like this, so it was Mujin who dared to memorize only the sparring partner of Muyul.

"Fangkafu · Hebei Fangga, and he is a Taoist warrior. And when I saw him last time, he seemed to have mastered the Ohodan Gate."

Mu Jin's brief explanation of Bimu's opponent made Mu Yul, who had been sunny until now, look surprised.

"Really? Ohodanmundo!?"

Mu Jin tilted his head at Mu Yul's excessive reaction.

'What is it? Does he have any story to do with Ohodanmundo like Mugungdo?'

Well, when you were a child, did you ever meet a martial artist who used the Ohodan Mundo?

"Why? Is there anything wrong?"

"Of course there's a problem! That's five tigers..."

"Isn't it?"

"Then you're stronger than Tiger Kwon... He's a tiger..."

“····”

What did I expect from him?

It was a shame that I didn't know what to do.

But whether Mujin feels that way or not...

"I haven't learned the dragon fist yet, so what can I do, Mujin-ah..."

Mu Yul was alone with a look of deep concern.

Mujin unconsciously washed his face dryly, thinking of someone.

"What kind of fight are you fighting?"

It was at this moment that Hye-gal happily learned the mark drawn on the side of Mu Yul's head, and the emblem engraved on it caught her eye.