Breakout (1)

 

“··· It's probably hard to get out before you become a great disciple, right? It's going to take at least another five years."

"It's not about the duration! What are you talking about? Are you trying to sneak out?"

It was a time when I calmly calculated the date and was stunned by the size.

Mu Jin nodded in agreement.

"I know... I'm going to sneak out· There's no way they'll let you..."

"Are you crazy? What if I get caught?"

"If I wasn't worried about getting caught, I wouldn't have brought this up..."

Mu Jin shrugged his shoulders and said to Mu Qing, who had an anxious face.

"Why? Is it because of Master Hye-kwan?"

"It's because you haven't been through it! I can't imagine how much I'd be beaten if I snuck out and got caught..."

There was a word in the words of the martial arts.

It's not enough to compare it to Mu Kyung, but Mu Jin has also had several battles with Hye Kwan and Bi Mu.

Of course, I was beaten countless times each time.

But bringing it up doesn't help persuade you.

"Think about it, Mu Kyung-ah. Wouldn't it be right to just go back now?"

“!!!”

"After all, you're going to be beaten the same every day until you're stronger than Master Hyekwan, so wouldn't it be better to take this opportunity to rest for a few months?"

“!!!”

As if he had gained a great enlightenment, his eyes widened.

Mu Jin, who succeeded in convincing Mu Qing, looked at Mu Gong this time.

Mu Mu was suffering from an anxiety disorder, and his eyes were trembling like crazy. I wondered if he had been practicing immobility for years.

"I can't do it! It's hard to get hit every day anyway, but I'm different! If you sneak out and get caught..."

It was hard to imagine what kind of punishment that stern, stubborn, and reticent Hyedam would inflict.

"Hmm· You'd better think about it..."

"It's a thought, you don't have to worry about sleeping!"

Mu Jin smiled as he looked at Mu Gong, who replied in a very confident tone.

Having been together for several years, Mu Jin knew Mu Jin quite well. Of course, I don't know what this guy likes.

"Refresh your memory. Do you remember seeing Master Hui Dam go out of Shaolin?"

"Yes???"

"Isn't Uncle Hyedam a hundred and eight nahan? Then, by the time you become a disciple, you'll be a hundred and eighty-eight, right? And the mission of the Hundred Eight Monks is to protect Shaolin and the Long Pavilion. In other words, you will never leave Shaolin for the rest of your life. Just like Uncle Hyedam does..."

"Oh? Oh... Ahhh

The face of the guy who had a puzzled look on his face, as if he hadn't thought about it at all, is tinged with astonishment.

"This is the first and last chance I will have to wander around the Middle Plains until I am old and I am a holy Buddha."

At Mu Jin's last words, Mu Gong's head spun dizzy.

Fear of what kind of punishment Hye-dam will receive if she sneaks out·

And now, after returning to Shaolin, he fears that he will never be able to see the Middle Plain.

Which of the two is worse· After a terrible struggle to choose the next best option, not the best one.

"Take me with me..."

He looked like he had aged ten years, and muttered helplessly.

In the end, Mujin succeeded in convincing both of them, and he looked at Mu Yul for the last time.

And the nothingness is·

"Hehehe... So are you all going to hang out together? It's going to be fun!"

It didn't seem like it needed any persuasion.

'Okay· Let's go get it first, shall we?'

It was the biggest reason why he persuaded the trio. The first destination was the place where the story I saw in the novel was hidden.

In particular, it was a skill that the three guys in the Muja Gang should have gotten, not themselves.

He had already absorbed the Great Ring Altar and consumed a little bit of Snow Ginseng, so it was enough for him.

"Everyone lacks the skills of the Realm, so once you get that skill, it will help you in many ways."

And the journey that began from now on was not a peaceful dance between the late exponents.

I was waiting for a production battle with the masters who were already active in Wurim or were secretly moving.

* * *

Towards the end of the celebration (1~3 o'clock) ·

The door to the room where the unaccompanied sign room had slept opened very carefully.

Led by Mujin, who had grasped the surrounding situation through his eyes and senses, Mujabae Sine Bang left the room with as much energy as possible.

Shaolin disciples have been accustomed to waking up at dawn since they were initiate disciples, so they were more likely to sleep at this time.

Except for the two great disciples who take turns at night to stand vigil.

In fact, even now, there was one of the Great Disciples standing around the hall.

And while he was here in the Outer Prefecture, Mujin had thought of all the ways to escape, both through the actions and rescues of the Bulchibun.

In the first place, it's just a vigil to prevent outside intrusion. The Shaolin disciples' escape wasn't too difficult, because they didn't even think about it.

Of course, it was just a simple thing for Mujin.

Mu Qing and Mu Gong's heart was pounding the whole time they were moving, and it felt like their vision was infinitely narrowed.

'Hehe'

Well, Mu Yul thought it was a kind of game, so it was just fun.

One who is so serious and two who tremble with fear. And for a moment, one person who enjoys the fun will move together.

Mujin, who was in front of him, stopped with the hand signal of 'stop' as he had promised.

Blame ·

At the same time, a wenth landed in front of them.

The moon, which had been shrouded in night clouds, revealed its face, revealing an eerie appearance in the moonlight.

'Is it the black curtain? You dare to assassinate him?'

For a moment, you may be puzzled by the sudden appearance of a thug. The moment the moonlight passed the sword and illuminated the monster's clothes and face.

Mujin's lips filled with a blank smile.

"Monk Mujin· Where are you going on this ambitious night?"

"Why is it that the Blue Water Dojo is walking around in such a hideous manner on this ambitious night?"

"Oh!"

At Mu Jin's point, Qingshu Seal finally realized and put the Song Wen Sword into its sheath.

"I couldn't sleep, so I've been swinging my sword all this time. Hahaha· Then, in the middle of the night, I felt a sign of movement, so I ran out of here."

After saying that, the Qingshu seal took out the Song Gate Sword that he was about to put in its sheath.

"It's a relationship, so why don't we just play the secret dance you promised in the semi-finals now?"

"Right now, we need to go somewhere urgently, so let's put the rain on hold for a while."

Mujin felt a little frustrated.

I had to get out of the outer prefecture quickly before I got caught, but I couldn't wait this long here.

Of course, I was confident that I could subdue the Qingshui dojo, but the biggest problem was that I didn't have the confidence to do so without making a fuss.

But why? The Qingshu dojo lit up and said something strange.

"Hmm? Would you mind if I joined you? Countless waters..."

"Are you with me?"

"It looks like the four of you are going somewhere together, and I thought it would be nice if I could join you. It should be useful. Hahaha·"

“··· On this ambitious night? We need to move right away, so we don't have time to ask for permission from the shamans."

It wasn't something he would say while sneaking away, but it was a fitting excuse to return the Qingshui dojo.

However, the Qingshu dojo gladly replied to Mu Jin's words.

"You don't have to worry. Master Yunhe also said that after the Dragon Seal Branch was over, you should leave the shaman and come to see the world. It would be even better if you came to see it with the monk Mujin. Hahaha·"

Mu Jin's answer made Mu Jin's head throb in the clear water dojo.

But he can't continue to scuffle with the Qingshu dojo here.

"You do as you please..."

After answering that, Mujin began to move towards the predetermined destination, and in addition to the trio of Muja, they chased Mujin to the Qingshui dojo.

How long did it take to alternate between the alleys and the boulevards of the outer prefecture?

When Mu Jin arrived at the outskirts of the outer county, he saw a large wagon.

It was the wagon that Liu Xuehua had prepared as he had promised.

Inside were a variety of wigs, make-up paraphernalia, and clothing to conceal one's identity.

"Are you going to ride this?"

"But why are there only carriages and no horses..."

As he was talking about his doubts, an ominous future came to his mind.

For some reason, I felt like I was quite familiar with this situation.

"Is that the case this time?"

"Of course... If you take a day off from strength training, won't you get cramps in your body?"

Take a moment to let out a deep sigh at the sight of Mujin speaking confidently.

"Oh! As expected, you are a Mujin Dou ...

"Hehe! It's going to be fun!"

Looking at the clear Wu Yul and the clear water dojo, Mu Gong was able to realize a very important fact.

‘··· I've got one more fool ...

It's also a fool who is strong enough to beat himself in Bimu.

* * *

At dawn the next day·

"Monk Outer Temple! It's a big deal!!"

There was an uproar in the usually quiet hall of Shaolin.

"Amitabha Buddha· What is the urgency of this?"

"Oh this!"

Outside Tang Master Xuan, who was handed the examination by the bewildered-faced Li Grand Disciple, tilted his head.

There was a very short text written on it.

– I have some important business to attend to, so I'll be there for a while. I'll be back within a year.

"What's wrong with this?"

"It was lying in the room where the children were staying."

What's wrong with that? I thought about it for a moment.

Hyunhyun, who felt something strange in the puzzled appearance and tone of the disciple, asked with a feeling of surprise.

"Or are all the children gone?"

"That's right. Monk of the Outer Temple!"

It was a devastating news.

All of them succeeded in advancing to the third round of the Dragon Seal Branch Finals, and they began to be called Shaolin Monks, and one of them even won the championship. One made it to the semi-finals.

The children who have achieved so much are now afraid of the end of the Dragon Seal Branch.

Naturally, there was confusion in the Shaolin hall, but that confusion was only the beginning.

"Monk Outside the Temple! A visitor came from Wulin Meng."

In the midst of the chaos, the guests suddenly arrived.

"Stay calm, everyone! You don't need to let the world know they're gone!"

Ambassador Hyun Hyun, who had a long history and often lived outside as an outsider, calmed the disciples down and headed for the entrance of the hall.

"Shaolin Outer Tang Lord Manifestation... Amitabha Buddha·"

"It's the lord of the Wulin League."

A middle-aged man who looked like a sassy man faced Ambassador Hyun Hyun and responded with a punch.

"What is the current lord doing here?"

"This morning, I heard that the Shaolin people were going to die, so I came here in the morning. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but will you be able to meet the monk Mu Jin who won the Dragon Seal Branch?"

At the question of the current stage leader, a drop of sweat dripped down the back of Ambassador Hyun's empty head.

It is not possible to tell the truth to the Wulin League that the Qilin child of Shaolin, who won the Dragon Seal Branch and began to be called the Zheng Sect First Flag, had run out of the night.

Even if the head of the outer party in charge of Shaolin's external affairs revealed such a fact, it would be like smearing on Shaolin's face.

"Ahem· In fact, there was an urgent message from the text, and early in the morning, the children of the unaccompanied children left the outer prefecture first."

"That urgent errand!? What happened..."

"Ahem· It's hard for me to say because it's a private matter for a recluse..."

"Oh... I have been disrespectful."

He hurriedly bowed his head with a cannon, but his head was jumbled with embarrassment.

It was because I didn't know what to report to the higher-ups.

It wasn't even the Wulin Meng who was going to report to him.

'Damn· Yesterday I heard that you had taken the cedar of the iceberg, and I came to you right away.

To be precise, he was a member of the Wulin League, but like the Dokgo clan, he was a superior officer who had his headquarters elsewhere.

"Ahem· Mu Jin has already returned to the recluse, will you please return now?"

"Oh... I'll do that."

Ambassador Hyun-hyun, who was hiding Mujin's opposition, and Dokgo-pae, who had failed in his mission, both exchanged greetings with awkward faces.

There was an awkward silence between the unstoppable Dokgo and the Ambassador who wished him a quick return.

Of course

"Where's Qingshu gone!!"

"No one has ever seen Qingshu!"

It was a peaceful atmosphere compared to the shamans who crossed the Yabando Liquor and searched for the missing Qingshui dojo.