Blood Victory (1)

 

Even though the sword ring, which is said to be the most destructive sword ball, disappeared like a mirage, the Southern Palace Martial Arts Drama did not panic or hesitate.

As if the blow had been a rehearsal, he was in the next stance, making another sword.

However, the sword wreath created by the Southern Palace Martial Arts Drama only vanished into nothingness as it touched the golden aura that resembled that of the Buddha.

"Phew..."

At some point, the sound of deep breathing leaked out of the mouth of the Southern Palace Martial Artist.

The sword ring that condensed the river qi was no different from a monster that devoured the inner air, and it was only after using such a sword pill more than ten times that the inner attack was shaken.

This was only possible because the Southern Palace Martial Arts Drama had reached a high level and had taken countless elixirs.

Many of them didn't even have the realm to make a sword ring, and even if they did, they couldn't make it so many times.

However, no matter how much inner energy a human being possesses, It could not be compared to the myriad of qi flowing in the world.

"Are you satisfied with this?"

Seeing that the other party was tired, Xuanguang asked, Nangong Martial Arts grimaced for the first time.

"That's ridiculous. If this is the case, what is the difference between swinging a sword alone in the air?"

It wasn't just because the technique of the light was borrowed from the power of nature.

Everything that he had created in his life could not reach the other person.

But what frustrated him even more was the fact that despite such a huge gap, he didn't even have a scratch on his body.

It feels like a master has treated him just enough not to hurt him, as if he were sparring with a servant.

I wonder if there is a more humiliating defeat for the swordsman who was fighting for the best in the world.

But he wasn't a man who put his pride ahead of his life.

"But thanks to you, I know that there is a heaven above the sky again..."

Saying that, he put his sword in its sheath, and his eyes were burning with the desire to win.

"I'll hone what I've learned from this secret and come back in five years."

He was not a foolish man who laid down his life for his pride, but a man who sought revenge by sharpening himself for the sake of his goals.

But he didn't know. The fact that there are no more than five years left for Hyunkwang.

And Hyunkwang didn't bother to tell the Namgung Martial Arts about it.

The main reason why he accepted this secret was not to prove that he was the best in the world.

The purpose was just to show Mujin this secret dance.

"I wonder if Mujin got the clue..."

Hiding his true intentions, Hyunkwang asked the Southern Palace Martial Artist.

"How can a senior in the Southern Palace be so tied to the best in the world..."

In response to Hyunguang's question, the old swordsman, whose hair was already white, replied with a face that said that he had been asked a poetic question.

"Isn't it natural to be born as a boy and dream of being the best?"

Leaving only one word of answer, the old sword man turned his back and walked down the Song Mountain without hesitation.

* * *

Even after the Southern Palace Drama left, there was silence in the area, as if it had just been hit by a typhoon.

It was partly because of the presence of the character of the Namgung Martial Drama, but also because of the turbulence of enlightenment that came from watching the secret dance between the exalted masters.

It was one thing to keep your mouth shut and think about it.

‘··· What the hell is he trying to tell me?'

The Hyunguang that Mu Jin knew was not the kind of person who would say meaningless things.

If he told him to keep an eye on Bimu, he would have meant that he would gain something from it.

However, the skill of the manifestation was so distant that it was only vague.

Those who have been watching are in the middle of reflecting on their own worries.

"Hehehe..."

The gentle laughter of the light that had remained silent until now awakened their spirits.

"Grandpa!"

Only then did Mujin regain his senses and rushed towards the light in the middle of the clearing.

"Hehehe... You're late to deal with the tenacious old man. I'm going to come back..."

"That's amazing! You can beat the Southern Palace Sword Emperor so easily..."

When Hyunkwang and Mujin gently untie the cannons· Suddenly, there was a voice interrupting the conversation between the two.

"Ahem· Beam Death Penalty · Isn't there something I need to do before I can unravel Mu Jin and Haefu?"

Knowing what Hyunchen was saying, Hyunguang nodded.

"Then let's move to the room first. Monk Chief·"

Led by Chen Chen and Hyeonguang, all those who had been in the vacant land returned to the Shaolin Temple together.

Some of them went back to their respective places, and only a few sages and Mujin, including Hyuncheon and Hyunkwang, went into the room of the chief.

Why are so few people here?

"Mujin-ah..."

"Yes· Monk Chief·"

"Now tell me why you ran out of Shaolin..."

It was to interrogate Mujin.

Of course, the escape was accompanied by a selfless sign room, but everyone in Shaolin knew. That the escape took place under Mujin's leadership.

And Mu Jin, who was under the gaze of the Shaolin elders, spoke up proudly.

"In fact, I have gained a clue about a certain faction through what happened in the past at the top of the heavens."

Mujin made up a story by weaving what he had seen in the novel with what he had experienced.

And after he had finished describing the seven-month-long journey.

"Huh..."

“····”

The people in the room had complicated expressions.

An organization that is undermined behind the scenes of Wulin... If the other three great disciples had said such things, they would have been scolded for nonsense. But·

“··· Considering the current state of affairs in Wurim, it seems to be a reasonable story. Monk Chief·"

"I didn't know that the reason why the Sect wanted to pretend to be with us was because of those Divine Heavens..."

It was Mujin who had been telling the story of the present day, and it was impossible not to believe it because it matched the situation.

When the elders of Shaolin seemed to have accepted his story, Mu Jin hurriedly added.

"So for now, it seems important to increase the alliance and drive out the branches of the Divine Heaven that I have been talking about. Oh, and in the process of increasing the alliance, we need to be as careful as possible not to mix up those who are related to the Divine Heaven."

"It's easier said than done, but how can you solve such big things so easily?"

"It won't be easy for us to do it alone, but we also have allies. From the top of the heavens and the shaman to the Sichuan Tang family and this time to the Zhuge family· Their money and power· You have to use your intelligence· And please use the Bai family brother and sister who are currently entrusted to the Tianyu Upper Stream. The two siblings are very resourceful and resourceful, and I promise they will be of great help."

It wasn't like Mujin who had been running on his own two feet until now.

In fact, the main reason why Mu Jin had been running on his own feet was that there was no way to persuade Shaolin.

You can't convince the Shaolin elders just because you saw it in a novel.

However, the myriad incidents that occurred during his trip to Guangxi this time added credibility to Mu Jin's words.

'Now I don't have to run around ignorantly on my own!'

Mu Jin's words seemed reasonable, and the head of the room, Hyun Chen, and other old monks shook their heads.

"Yes... As Mujin said, it's time to work together to drive away the dark clouds blowing through the Middle Plains..."

"Yes· Monk of the room!"

"Then let's proceed with this matter as Mujin said. Now we'll have to talk about what's next."

“???”

What's next? What else? Mujin looked at Xuanchen with a puzzled expression.

Facing Mujin's gaze head-on, Hyunchen smiled softly.

"Now that you know why you went on a wild spree, shouldn't you decide on the punishment?"

“··· Yes?"

Mujin asked back in a puzzled way, but instead of adding a katabuta explanation, he looked at Hyungong, the owner of the law.

"It seems to me that it would be better for the monk to be spared in the penitential hall for half a month, but what do you think of the Lord of the Law?"

"It may be a weak punishment for opposition, but I have the credit of getting important information, so I think that's enough. Amitabha Buddha·"

Seeing that the two of them had made a decision in an instant, Mujin hurriedly sent a helping glance to Hyunguang, but...

"Hehehe..."

Somehow, this time, even Hyunkwang just laughed out loud.

* * *

Shortly after Mu Jin was taken away by the disciples of the law.

"I'm sorry. Eye-popping execution·"

Hyuncheon bowed his head to Hyunguang and took the prefect.

"It's okay. Monk Chief·"

But Hyunkwang didn't care. It was because he knew why Hyunchen had put Mujin in the penitential wing in the first place.

“··· It would be dangerous for Mu Jin, who was still only a third-generation disciple, to make more enemies here."

"I know, so don't worry about it..."

The reason why the room manager put Mujin in a penitential dong· This was to prevent Mujin from going on a rampage in Wulin.

The Sado Refinery is already aiming for Mujin.

In the midst of all this, if Mujin unleashed the power of the Divine Heaven again, he didn't know how strong the enemy would be to target Mujin again.

I even heard that Mujin was almost killed by a thief who could be compared to the Tao King this time.

Knowing all of this, Hyunguang didn't stop Mujin from being trapped in the Penitential Wing.

"I'd rather take this opportunity to rest in the penitential hall and do my homework. Mujin-ah·'

While Hyunkwang was thinking about it,

With a serious face like a room manager, Xuanchen said to the sage boat and the lords of the party.

"I think Mujin needs to quickly deal with the things she talked about during the fortnight in the penitential hall..."

"Yes· The shaman who is acquainted with us right now, and the Heavenly Stream Statue· I'll try to get in touch with the Tang family and the Zhuge family."

"Please send an inspection by express so that only the chapters of each Segawa school can read it. According to the information I've heard from Mujin, it seems that the sectarians of the Divine Heaven are spread evenly across the various gates..."

"We, Shaolin, will also be careful not to spread the details except for the Sage Pear, just in case."

After the meeting was quickly over, the old monks left the room to go about their business.

And Hyuncheon, who was left alone in the room of the room, had a face full of deep sorrow, unlike what he had seen in front of everyone.

"Sooner or later, there will be a bloodbath in the Middle Plains."

In order to dispel the ominousness and sorrow, he chanted the Buddha.

"Amitabha Buddha..."

I hope you will be able to pass through this dark cloud safely.

"Amitabha Buddha..."

May Shaolin be safe. May those who are with Shaolin be safe. And above all, may the countless sentient beings living in the Middle Kingdom be safe.

"Amitabha Buddha..."

And finally, I hope that Mujin, who has accumulated so much karma on the subject of only being a third disciple, will be able to rest well in the penitential building.

"Amitabha Buddha..."

* * *

"Damn..."

How did I end up here?

Now that I've entered Shaolin, I'm going to leave the rest of the work to the adults and enjoy the iron and repair the muscle loss.

"You can't even iron here!!"

Should I be satisfied with moderate bodyweight exercise?

When Mujin was thinking about such thoughts with a look of frustration on his face.

"Why me..."

"Heheh... It's a curious place. Isn't it, Lingling-ah?"

"Uki! Ukiki!"

Mu Gong muttered with a look of frustration on his face, and Mu Yul and Lingling seemed to be enjoying any kind of adventure in the Penitential Pavilion.

On the other hand, Mu Qing was looking around with a strange expression.

He felt different from usual, so he asked.

"What's wrong? Priest of the Martial Arts·"

"Oh . . . When I entered the penitential building, I remembered the stories I had heard from Sajo in the past."

"Uncle Hye-kwan?"

"Yes..."

"What did you hear from you?"

"It was a story about villains and madhules trapped in a penitential building. Because of what you were doing, he would often tell you about the madodles that he had locked himself in."

To be precise, it was something that Mu Qing said as if he was threatening every time he looked back.

Tell you what horrible Madhu and evil enemies are trapped in the Penitential Building, and threaten that if you have an accident, you will be trapped here.

When I was younger, I was really scared, but it was a story that I listened to with one ear and the other listened to at some point, but after I was trapped like this, it came to mind again.

Did the story of the martial arts sound interesting? Mu Gong asked again.

"What kind of guys are locked up?"

"What immediately comes to mind is a story about a man named Blood Horse."

"You look like a nasty eater, don't you?"

"Yes· He used a martial art called the Blood Cow Demon Gong (血雨神魔功), and as the name suggests, it was a terrifying demon ball that rained down red qi reminiscent of blood."

“··· Hemophilia?"

It wasn't inexhaustible to ask for the name of Mugong.

On the other hand, Mujin, who had been muttering to himself in a mad way because of his regret for the iron, suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two.

"That blood demon Madou used the Blood Demon Demon?"

Mujin's expression seemed complicated in many ways.

That's right...

'Did you get that from the penitential movement?'

Hemophilia Demon Ball·

That martial art was the magic ball used by the blood monk in the first part of the novel.