Sword Master (2)

 

It was an awkward question, but Mujin seemed to know who he was referring to.

And if I were any other monk, I don't know if I would have said that we should save such scum and educate them.

"They weren't worth saving..."

Mujin didn't have much of an eye for the Immortal Realm.

“··· That's why I'm just trying to wield another sword in place of the Tai Chi Hye Sword."

"Is that so?"

Qingshu said with a sad expression, but Mujin replied with an expression of "So what?"

"If you think that's right, you can do it. I don't think it's a sin to kill those scumbags. So why are you so hesitant and worried?"

I want to beat all the bad guys to death. But what are you worried about?

In modern times, it would have been more likely that the law was involved.

No matter how trashy a criminal is, private punishment will be brought to justice instead of legal action.

Of course, there were laws in this world, but they rarely work for powerful people. Kangho was just a cause or a force.

So what else is there?

“··· Or is it because of the non-partisan recluses and brothers?"

Mujin asked, wondering if it was just in case, but thanks to the reaction of the Qingshui dojo afterwards, he was convinced.

“··· That's right."

Maybe it's because I found out my true intentions... The Qingshu dojo opened his mouth as if he were going to confession.

"I'm afraid that if I throw away the Tai Chi Hye Sword, it will hurt the recluses by killing them."

"Hmmm . . . If that's the reason, do you really need to throw away the Tai Chi Hye Sword?"

“··· Didn't I mention it earlier?"

"It's just an excuse to throw it away because it's a biopsy... Isn't it also a famous feast of Taijihye Sword, and Yunhe Jinyin, who is called the Three Swords of Heaven, is also learning the Taigeukhye Sword?"

"It's ...

"Oh! Is it because the development of the Tai Chi Hye Sword is slower than that of the Flesh Sword? It's a story that everyone in the powerhouse knows that the Tai Chi Hye Sword is difficult, so it can be. However, it is probably much easier to become a master through the Tai Chi Hye Sword than it is for the Qingshu Dojo to make his own sword and become a master of Yunhe Jinin."

Mu Jin had a realistic reasoning, but a completely different answer came out of the Qingshui dojo's mouth.

"How can you kill and use the sword of the recluse?"

“··· What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"

Mujin managed to hold back the laughter that was about to come out.

"Do you really think that all the non-partisan masters didn't kill a single person?"

Apparently, Mu Jin wondered if the non-partisan Taoists had raised Qing Xu too naïve and innocent.

In fact, it was because Qingshu didn't say anything harmful about becoming a sword demon, but Mu Jin didn't know.

"Huh,! What do you mean!"

"Of course it's. There are so many evil enemies in the world, so how could a member of the political faction not commit a single murder? We, Shaolin, also value the precept of immortality, but there are others who slay the wicked who cannot be precepted. Uncle Hyekwan is the most representative."

Speaking of which, Mujin thought that because of Hye-kwan, the trio of Muja Bae might be less immature than Qing-su.

Of course, that's only a story about Mukyung, Hye-kwan's son-in-law. He never thought that the other children had fallen because of him.

"There is no way that the non-partisan sect will punish the Qingshu dojo for killing with the Tai Chi Hye Sword. And if there is, what else? You can lock them up in a penitential hall like our Shaolin for a few days..."

“··· What if the shaman excommunicates me because I can't forgive him?"

Mujin replied to the Qingshui dojo's worried question as if it were simple.

"If you don't get accepted, just leave the shaman. Or maybe the Qingshui Dojo will change the shaman..."

This was the only thing that could be said because of Mujin.

When Mujin first crossed over to this world, Shaolin was a very tight gate.

"I . . . Do you mean the recluse?"

"Yes· Isn't it true to be willing to draw a sword to right a wrong in order to protect the weak?"

Just like the martial arts characters he enjoyed in school.

"And a place where such a group of people gathers can be said to be a true political party."

Unlike the self-proclaimed political bastards who used to fight for a cause.

And it was a vow to himself.

"So instead of worrying about being scolded by nonpartisan adults, why don't you think about how you can improve your skills to protect those kids?"

When I first crossed into this world...

For Mujin, the dark side of Shincheon was an "enemy he understood with his head" that he wanted to fight because he had to deal with the development of the novel just to return to the present day.

But what I experienced in Guangxi changed my mind.

And in order to deal with the strong enemies that you will have to face in the future, you need to do more than anything else.

"So what you need now to improve your skills is not to worry about right or wrong."

"So what do you need to do first?"

"Isn't that a workout?"

“··· Yes?"

"Well, we haven't finished today's quota, so join us. Clean water dojo·"

I thought I needed muscle growth.

"What a and a sword? When you're rolling hard, you can't even think of something like that."

It was also a solution based on my own experience.

* * *

After exercising together, Mujin went back to the carriage first.

The blue water dojo, who had been sitting in a daze in his seat, cooling his sweat, stood up and began to walk toward the carriage.

The conversation between Mu Jin and Qingshu was mixed with some misunderstandings.

The people who asked Mu Jin if they were worth sparing, as Qingshu Dojo had talked about, were not the wicked people he encountered in Guangxi Province.

To be exact, including them, the childhood of the Qingshui dojo· It was a question he asked as he recalled the demons who had turned the village into a sea of blood.

I had forgotten about it. No, in his self-sealed memories, he committed murder at the age of only ten.

It wasn't a coincidence, it wasn't a mistake. He had a murderous intent on his opponent, and the sword he first picked up moved as freely as if he had been a lifelong friend, piercing the devil's belly.

Even in the Black City of Guilin, where he regained his memories, he was blinded by anger and carried out a massacre.

Maybe that's why I'm a naturally evil person. The thought penetrated the mind of the Qingshui dojo.

I wonder if he was a naturally evil person and pretended to know nothing in the non-partisan faction and stole the sword law.

If his true identity is revealed, won't he be abandoned by non-partisan adults?

Wouldn't it be better to throw away the shaman's sword before being forsaken?

Nope·

In the first place, how could it be a sin to kill such evil people!

I have only killed those who deserved to die. That's why maybe the recluse will forgive me.

Such self-criticism and self-justification were constantly fighting in the mind of the Qingshui dojo.

However, thanks to his conversation with Mujin, there was a slight change.

The worries didn't go away.

In the first place, Mujin's story is "Do whatever you want..." That's what it was...

Instead, it was just that a more important topic came to his mind than the current one.

'Concertgoers...'

Those who are willing to draw their swords for what is right in order to prevent the weak from suffering.

So, what is the "right thing to do"?

Questions that seemed so easy when I was a non-partisan now seem infinitely more difficult.

But·

"Bro..."

In front of the carriage that walked back to the carriage

When the massacre was carried out at the Appeal Gate· The child who looked at him with a look of horror on his face. Moon Hyuk speaks to him in a timid voice.

“··· Do you have anything to say?"

His frightened appearance seemed to define himself as an "evil person", and a cold tone came out of the Qingshui dojo's mouth.

"I made a mistake..."

For some reason, a kid named Moon Hyuk bowed his head and apologized to the Qingshu dojo.

"What are you apologizing to me for doing wrong?"

"He was there to save us... But I was surprised that I didn't know it. That's why I made a mistake... And I was grateful..."

Looking at the child who said this with a frightened face, Qingshu Dojo couldn't do this or that, and Moon Hyuk added.

"So let's play with you again. Brother· Don't avoid it... Please don't throw it away..."

At the sight of the child crying and talking, the Qingshui dojo could not help but freeze as it was.

'Oh...'

He was an orphaned child. To the child, his infatuation with the memory of losing his family overlapped.

"Will I have the jaws to forsake thee? Don't worry· Hahaha·"

Therefore, the Qingshu dojo laughed heartily.

That's right. He didn't have time to spend on the trivial worries of whether he was evil or good.

I still didn't know the right answer to what was the "right thing to do."

"I'm going to come here..."

Like this child named Moon Hyuk, like the children I saw in Guilin Black City or Xiao Qingmen. And my childhood self· Like Choi Soon-il·

At the very least, he would be willing to draw his sword to protect the weak.

However, there were so many strong people in the Outer Realm that it was tens of thousands of times more important to devote himself to cultivation when he had time to worry about trivial matters, as Mu Jin said.

Remembering such a resolution, the Qingshu dojo gently hugged Moonhyuk.

Feeling the hand of the Qingshui dojo, Moon Hyuk asked·

“··· Bro? Why is my arm shaking?"

Today was Mujin's day to exercise his arms.

* * *

Mu Jin's journey from Guangxi to Guangdong was going quite smoothly.

It was a bit of a turnaround, as it was only using the route frequented by slave traders, but in just six days it was approaching the crossroads that crossed Guangdong and into Jiangxi.

It's just that it took so long because of the physical strength of the children and the white family to limit the distance they travel in a day.

In the first place, Guangdong Province was very short in the northern part of the inland part and very long in the southern part of the coast, so the distance across the northern part was not very long.

Then, passing through Xinfeng County, located in the south of Jiangxi Province, he encountered an unexpected group of people on a mountain road heading north.

"Stop!!"

The voice sounded so confident, and Mu Jin and the others looked around with a puzzled expression.

If the guards had shouted at me, I would have been nervous.

“··· The bandits are so proud of you..."

Those who stopped them were clearly bandits.

However, contrary to the inward laughter, Mu Jin opened his mouth with a businessman-like expression.

"Oh, our mountain brethren must be busy, and we'll quickly settle the bill and leave."

Mu Jin rubbed his hands together and pulled a bag out of his arms.

Since I had to hide my identity and go back to Nanchang, I was going to give the bandits money and go back.

In fact, this happened a few times on the way here.

The only difference was that most of them were bribes given to the guards rather than the bandits.

Even though Mu Jin pulled out a pouch, the one who seemed to be the leader of the bandits shook his head with a grimly expression.

"Thank you for your sincerity, but I can't get it yet!"

"What do you mean?"

"It's your command! Recently, there have been a group of people who have been imitating our green forests and disturbing the territory of the Apostles, so I'll check if they are correct and send them to us!"

At the bandit leader's words, Mujin pretended to be innocent on the outside and thought to himself.

"After all, I've been tracked..."

I thought I'd be tracked down at some point, but it wasn't particularly surprising.

"Please feel free to check it out."

Some of the bandits who had passed Mujin approached the carriage and pulled back their curtains to look inside.

Inside the carriage, of course, there were women and children whose limbs were tied with handcuffs, shackles, and ropes, trembling with anxious faces.

It was a very natural sight.

Wouldn't it be stranger if the enslaved women and children were smiling or relaxed?

"Hmm· I wonder if they're the merchants who work for the Dark Heaven Society..."

When the bandit leader shakes his head at the sight of a slave trader's wagon.

"Uki?"

Lingling, who was in Mu Yul's arms, cried shallowly.

Well, the monkey crying was nothing special for nothing, but the bandit leader tilted his head at the sound.

"Monkey?"

Then the shabby-looking guy next to him cried out urgently.

"Brother! I'm sure they're with a red monkey that looks like a spirit creature!"

There was a strange tension between the bandits and Mujin's group, but for a moment.

"Hit!"

"Hit!!"

Without knowing who was first, Mujin and the bandit leader shouted at the same time and rushed at each other.

Visor!

Puck!!

However, this time, the bandit leader was not very high in rank in the green forest, so he couldn't withstand a few attacks from Mujin and fell.

After defeating the bandit leader, Mu Jin looked at the battle situation, and before he knew it, the trio of martial arts and the Lingling Qingshu dojo were also beating up the bandits.

Among them, the one who stood out to Mujin was the Qingshu dojo.

'Hmm· It seems to have gotten a little better lately, and I think I've shaken it off to some extent."

He didn't insist on a straightforward sword technique that was overly alive, nor did he stick to the Tai Chi Hye Sword.

When protecting children and women, he used the Tai Chi Hye Sword to move defensively, and when he slashed bandits, he used the art of the sword to wield a swift sword with the help of a sword of flesh.

He seemed to be struggling with Simma, but it looked like he was going to get better sooner or later because he was out of Shimma.

However, the reason why the appearance of the Qingshui dojo stood out the most was not simply because it was out of the way.

'Hey...'

The Qingshui dojo, who had been suffering from simma and had lost his smile for a while,

He was smiling broadly as he alternated between using the Flesh Sword and the Tai Chi Hye Sword.

"Apparently this is a little ...

It was a bit like when he had a secret fight with himself in the past, when he only knew the sword.

Spatula!

"Aa

It was a little different that he was smiling intoxicated by the sword technique and cutting off the limbs of the bandits.

'I think I've been...'

It was the appearance of a hopeless sword demon.