AC (4)

 

Yang Dongming's face was immediately emaciated, and he hurriedly left, promising to exchange the various herbal medicine recipes of the Maple Yang family with the medicine of the musculoskeletal treatment clinic.

It was because of the fear that if I stayed any longer, I would be robbed of the herbal medicine and acupuncture.

And after Yang Dongming was away, Liu Xuehua, who had been tormenting him excitedly, turned to Mu Jin and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Did you deliberately make such a suggestion to the elder of God to help me?"

Even if the Shaolin disciples' inner workings could be further increased through the Maple Yang Family's herbal medicine recipe, it was of course Liu Xuehua who would benefit most directly from the increase in the level of musculoskeletal treatment clinics due to the interaction with the Maple Yang Family.

“··· Well, it's just good to be good, isn't it?"

He knew the other person's feelings, and he didn't intend to accept them yet, so Mu Jin took a good look at them.

"If it was because of the 'debt' I mentioned last time, you didn't have to..."

It was as if he was trying his best to extract the honeydew from the maple family, as if he didn't need to.

Mujin didn't point it out, but only replied with a smug expression.

"I don't think I'll be able to repay the debt I've been incurred. It's just a token of appreciation. So don't worry about it."

* * *

Apart from the medical exchange with Yang Dongming, Mu Jin began to spend his days busy with his rehabilitation.

In addition to absorbing protein for six meals a day, I followed a very deliberate schedule and repeated the daily grind.

"Ugh!"

"Haa

But that wild jolt didn't come out of Mujin's mouth.

‘··· What did you all eat wrong?'

Mujin looked at him with such thoughts in mind, and the three of them and the Qingshu dojo were sweating profusely on their bodies and repeating iron strokes.

They were the ones who usually cultivated steadily in their own way, but at first glance, the intensity was much higher than Mu Jin remembered.

* * *

When Mu Jin opened his eyes for the first time after receiving Yang Dongming's treatment,

Leaving Mu Jin stunned with a cry of muscle loss, the trio of martial arts and the Qingshu dojo who had escaped from the hall all looked relieved.

But the relieved expression was only for a moment.

Mu Qing opened his mouth with a bitter expression.

"To be honest, I didn't like the fact that Mujin, the priest, treated me like a child, but this time I realized for sure. I don't know why Mujin did that..."

Everyone seemed to agree with Mu Kyung's words, and their expressions looked similar to Mu Kyung's.

Ever since I was a child, I've been living in the mountains and cultivating.

I didn't know that there were so many wicked people living in the world, and I didn't know that there were many masters among these wicked people.

No, I'd heard about Maduna's evil from the elders, but I had only heard about it by word of mouth, so it didn't make sense to me.

"As you all know, my ancestor, Monk Hye-gwan, is known in the world as the Anti-Demon Buddha and is in charge of the work of slaying evil enemies and madhus. And I'm probably going to walk that path too. In the process, I realized that I might come across someone like the master who hurt Mu Jinyi."

"Why are you talking about it all of a sudden? Priest of the Martial Arts·"

Mu Gong, who had been quietly listening to Mu Qing's story, asked, and Mu Qing said with a determined expression.

"Anyway, Mujin's treatment is also in remission, so from now on, why don't you devote yourself to cultivation instead of worrying about Mujinyi?"

It was a pinch to say that he had been worrying about the details of Mujin for the past few days, and had been walking back and forth around the hall without doing anything.

Qingshu shook his head in agreement.

"You're right. I, too, realized that my sword was still far from enough to protect anyone."

It was a blue beast seal that had been torn in two by the master who suddenly appeared.

If it hadn't been for Mu Jin using the trick of risking his life to tie him up, it wouldn't have been possible for him to protect Bai Jiahuan or Zhu Jingil.

"Hmm· Rather than waiting, cultivating is what Mujin wants..."

Mu Gong also agreed with the two of them, and naturally, the Wu Zhao Gang and Qingshu Dojo began to cultivate in earnest from then on.

"Ugh!"

"Hah!"

Day and night, they trained their martial arts by lifting things that were much heavier than the metal they had heard before the Dragon Seal Meeting, and they practiced martial arts by jockeying each other every now and then.

"Clean Water Seal· Can you learn a lesson?"

"Hahaha! If you're a non-mu, you're always welcome to do so. Countless waters..."

Like a municipal thug who gets into a fight because he makes eye contact while walking down the street, Mu Kyung and Qingshu Dojo took a flag ceremony at a distance.

"Here we go!"

And Mu Qing rushed towards the Qingshui dojo first.

Pot!

In the air, various martial arts that the martial arts had learned or stolen began to be embroidered, and the Qingshu dojo began to naturally let them flow away with the new sword provided by the Tianshu Pavilion.

Martial arts ·

He actually had one problem that he couldn't tell anyone about.

To be precise, there is a major realization on this journey.

Mu Kyung said that he would succeed Hye Kwan as if it were a matter of course, but there was a mistake in that.

There was no law in Shaolin that required one to belong to the same party as a teacher or a teacher.

Nevertheless, the reason why Mu Kyung said this was because he realized something important from this incident.

That he would never be an ordinary winless player.

Bandits in the Green Forest, Traffickers in the Black City,

When he learned of the evil deeds they had committed, a deep murderous intent would come to him from the depths of his mind.

Even in the process of killing those horrible villains he encountered in Guangxi Province, Mu Qing felt a strange pleasure.

Maybe his innate nature was something he couldn't control.

"Hah!"

Swish!

Remembering those moments during the rain, the image of Hye-kwan naturally appeared in Mu-kyung's mind.

'Thank you . . . But now I understand. Sajo-sama·'

Every time the murderous will and pleasure reared his head, Hye-kwan's voice would be heard as an auditory hallucination, and the hallucinatory pain of being beaten by Hye-kwan would come to him, and his eyes would turn around once more and return to normal.

Also, immediately after getting pleasure from killing, I felt the soaring desire to kill subside.

That's right. His natural destiny was leading him to walk the path of flesh.

'If you're destined to live by killing someone anyway . . . I'd rather walk the path of Sura, seeking out and killing the wicked."

Mu Kyung, who made up his mind during the rain dance, gradually began to mix the water with the martial arts.

For Mu Kyung, Bimu was a training to control oneself and slay "evil" in order not to fall into murder and madness.

Just like I learned from Hyekwan Sajo.

When Mu Qing unfolded his sword like a matter of life and death, not a secret dance of the political faction, Qingshu Dojo burst out laughing cheerfully.

"Hahaha! Very good!"

A saber tooth that was just good at "sword" without thinking. Clean Water Coating ·

He was able to see the "world" with Mu Jin as Yunhe Jinyin had hoped.

But what he saw of the world was more ugly than beautiful.

After a long circular streak of spraying out Wu Qing's spray, the sword of the Qing Beast Dojo flew in a straight line towards Mu Qing's heart.

Pot!

Murder with obvious intent to kill·

The Qingshui dojo thought· Protecting the weak is a priority, but we must kill those who bully the weak to prevent a recurrence.

That was the conclusion that the Qingshui dojo came to after seeing the world.

* * *

At the suggestion of the martial arts, we all began to devote ourselves to cultivation together, and it had been about half a month.

In the midst of his repeated cultivation, Mu Gong had a problem.

The two things that showed the greatest results in this training were the Qingshui Dojo and the Wu Qing.

Of course, the two were inherently talented, but the biggest difference lay in the difference.

'What Path Should I Walk?'

Training Interval· Or, in the process of rewriting immediately after Bimu, Qingshu and Muqing would often talk about such things.

A martial arts officer who wants to learn martial arts to defeat the demon sword. And the Blue Water Dojo that wants to protect the weak from the wicked.

Unlike the two of them, who had a clear direction and exchanged and developed martial arts, he was simply following the martial arts he had learned in Shaolin.

Feeling limited in his ability to seek answers alone, Mugung asked the two of them.

"Ahem· How did you two become convinced that this was the right direction?"

However, Mu Qing's answer was quite mysterious for Mu Gong to understand.

"I just chose to accept my fate. Endless Death Penalty ·"

"Fate?"

“··· There is such a thing..."

He couldn't bring himself to say that he was destined to be a murderer. So I expressed it in a moderate manner.

"I just accepted my fate and chose a positive direction."

Afterwards, the Qingshu dojo spoke, but it didn't really touch Mu Gong.

"I just enjoy practicing the sword. Endless Need·"

I've never thought of training as fun.

I just trained because I wanted to become a master and make a name for myself.

"If the sword is good, you don't have to choose that path, do you? Clean water dojo·"

"Practicing the sword is fun, but defending the weak is more fun than killing someone. Hahaha·"

"Certainly... I'm more attracted to the fun side."

At Qingshui Dojo's words, Mu Qing scowled with a strange expression.

The difference was that it was more fun to protect the Qingshui dojo, while it was more fun to kill the martial arts.

"Joy . . ."

After talking to the two of them, Mu Mu was worried.

What did you enjoy doing?

In the midst of such deliberations, half a month passed again, and Mu Gung came to his own conclusions.

"It's endless. Lord Bai Gahwan·"

"Thank you again today. Endless Monk·"

At the greeting of Mu Mu Yi, Bai Jiahuan opened the door of the hall and welcomed him.

In the center of the room was Major Baek, lying on his back.

After the morning training· And after the afternoon training, Treating the white family twice a day was an inexhaustible routine.

But it wasn't just a matter of instilling a Thermokeeper in her as before.

"Have you taken some luck? Lord Bai Gao-ryeong·"

Major Bai shakes his head softly at Mu Mu's question.

Then, Baek Ga-hwan, who had been watching the situation from the side, came over and helped Baek Ga-ryeong to help her turn the patriarchal seat.

As she struggled to position herself, Mu Gong sat down behind her and pressed her on her back.

"Let's get started..."

"Yes..."

After hearing the helpless Bai Qiao's small answer, Mu Gong let the ball flow down her back through the long heart.

The Infinite Void that had penetrated into her bloodline began to rotate her body regularly along a certain blood channel, fighting against the Yin Qi that occupied every part of her body.

Jingido-in ·

Mu Gong was in the process of circumnavigating her body with his own inner gong, according to the order of the Shaolin Qigong, the Inner Qigong.

As I heated up her cold-hardened blood canal with the endless hot qigong, a tiny aura began to stir from her danzhen.

It was a very small amount of work that she had saved up over the past few days.

Mu Gong still pressed his heart to her back and watched her inner air move.

It wasn't that she was afraid that she might move her inner air to the wrong blood.

Her five abilities were unparalleled among those she had ever faced.

It took Mu Gong several days to understand and memorize the phrase of the Emperor, but he only listened to it once, and he understood and memorized it all.

Still, the reason why I'm contemplating her condition like this is...

"Suck it!"

When the blood was eaten by the Yin Qi again and became cold, as it is now. It was impossible for her feeble air to break through.

Every time he did that, he hoped that Mu Gong would once again heat up her blood with his inner attack.

Following the advice of the Emperor, Bai Jialing, who had finished the soju spring twice, let out a "hot" breath and cleared his breath.

Then, when she had finished her luck, she turned around and looked at the Mu Gong who was sitting behind her.

"Huanmuchi · Ten Hours·"

"It means that you feel like you're in a good time when you're busy with your cultivation and you're getting help every time without hesitation."

Mu replied to Bai Jiahuan's interpretation with a gentle smile.

"How can you compare a hundred Sozers with such men? They forcibly took what belonged to others, but when I help a hundred sozers, it's something I do because I want to. Amitabha Buddha·"

This was sincere.

In the first place, it was not necessary to treat her and teach her the art of heat.

The Emperor, who Mu Gong began to teach her, was not a seventy sectarian art.

And in order to treat the fever of the musculoskeletal treatment clinic, in Shaolin, the disciples of the Secular family were released with a fever ball.

In other words, the disciples of the gendarme were able to take care of her, but Mu Gong had only stepped in on their behalf.

"Burden· Sorry..."

"You don't have to feel pressured. I'm just doing it because I'm having fun."

Mu Gong was a late exponent of a common political faction who dreamed of becoming a Wulin Ming Sook.

And on this journey, you can rob the Shintubidon, fight bandits and the Black Poem, etc. In many ways, I was able to go through things that could have happened in a low-level bargain.

But why? It was more rewarding to heal her than fighting someone or exploring the place where she lived.

I realized the joy of helping others.

I wonder if such an infinite sincerity has been conveyed.

"Thank you·"

She felt more at ease, and she gave out a sincere smile, and a smile appeared on the corner of Mu Mu's mouth.