Transcendence (4)

 

Hyun Kwang said·

"Mujin-ah· From now on, what you must learn is how to concentrate your power on one point."

"Are you talking about this?"

Mujin took a light-hearted stance and ran a bet from his toes, boosting his energy.

Starting from the single battle, the internal attack starts with the spring blood on the soles of the feet, flows through the lower body, down the waist, shoulders, and toward the fist.

Then, in keeping with the flow of the bet, Mujin twisted from his toes and added a centrifugal force, and the moment the infinitely amplified energy gathered in his fist, he let out a volley.

Seeing the fierce power of the day, Xuanguang shook his head and said,

"In the grand scheme of things, it's the same story, but we need to develop it a little more."

Mujin still had a look of incomprehension on his face, and Hyunguang asked.

"Mu Jin already has an inner strength that cannot be compared to his peers... If you do that, Mu Jin, will you be able to concentrate all of your inner work in one volume?"

Only then did Mujin understand what Hyunguang was trying to say, and let out a faint exclamation, "Ahh

"It's impossible. Grandpa·"

"Hehehe... From now on, you will learn how to do it."

At Hyunkwang's words, Mujin said, "After all, my grandfather ... I thought of that.

At this time, the martial arts that Mu Jin had mastered were generally specialized in dealing with people who were similar to him or who were weaker than him.

Skin that has reached the point of sword-fire and muscle strength that has begun to go beyond the level of a human being· On top of that, there is already an internal attack that has already surpassed this suddenness, and a self-defense technique called a gold ball ball.

There aren't many people in the Middle Plains who are as good as fighting a long battle and beating dozens or hundreds of halfway masters to death by themselves.

However, on the other hand, it was useless against masters who could easily pierce a gold ball or a jade ball ball.

On the contrary, against such a master, Mukyung and Muyu may be able to fight more effectively.

"You're a strong soldier, so you have a way to deal with it."

If that were the case, he wouldn't be pushed back as one-sidedly as he had been in the previous fight with the Nangwang.

Hyunguang, who smiled softly at Mujin, who had an emotional expression, slowly moved his body and took a stance of screaming at the regime.

"Let's start with the regime first."

Hyeon-kwang opened his mouth and interpreted the flow of the internal attack while taking the formula of the flag bearer of the regime.

It was not a phrase made up by taking a phrase of Buddhism, but an explanation of the pure flow of the inner workings itself.

In the first place, what Xuanguang was teaching now was not about any particular Shaolin martial arts, but about how to deal with internal emptiness.

Naturally, the amount was ridiculous compared to what was condensed into a sentence.

Even after a lengthy explanation, Hyungwang's movement stopped with only a slight twitch of his heel.

In other words, the amount of internal attack operation described so far had to be completed in just one twist of the heel.

It seemed surreal, but it was also quite feasible.

It was because he had unraveled all the ways in which he had to make a bet in all the veins that ran from the front to the foot while he had opened the heel of his foot.

In fact, when performing a move, it was necessary to operate the bet on all the three veins at the same time, so if it was mastered, it could be performed in a short period of time.

After that, Hyun Kwang went on to explain the movement of his feet, then his lower body, all the way to the pelvis. I loosened my posture·

"Let's just go on for today."

Mujin, who had a stunned look on his face as he continued his explanation, soon realized something important.

'X is done...'

For half an hour, the explanation continued, and there was nothing left in his head.

However, Hyun Guang knew that Mu Jin's memorization ability was not very high, so he could only laugh it off.

"Don't worry. It was just a demonstration of the movements that followed. From now on, I'm going to tell you in turn."

On the first day, Mujin repeated the motions of twisting his heels indefinitely.

And that's infinitely slow, while carrying out the detailed and intricate internal attack tactics that Hyun-kwang repeatedly tells him from the side.

Even after repeating the same explanation over and over again, there was not the slightest hint of annoyance on Hyunguang's face.

Rather, only Mujin's expression as he was learning was crumpled.

'Damn· After all, the Ascending Martial Arts is filthy complicated..."

In the end, Mujin, who had been practicing repeatedly, asked Hyunguang slightly.

"Grandpa· I'm sorry, but is there anything I can do with my body?"

"Hehehe... Now this is what I am doing with my body."

“???”

"Mujin-ah· How do you think you create a river?"

“··· Isn't it like compressing dozens and hundreds of layers of sword qi and winding?"

"I guessed it right. Do you know what you need to do to compress tens and hundreds of times?"

“··· I don't know..."

"Countless martial people have been troubled since ancient times. How to concentrate the inner attack on a single point and amplify the power of herbivores. However, if those who have reached the realm of mastery unleash such a huge amount of internal work at once, there will inevitably be problems with the blood, muscles, bones, and internal organs."

With that, he stretched out his right hand, which was carrying the burden behind him, and stretched out his palm toward the sky.

Then, the Keeper of Nature began to flock to the palm of his hand.

"Then some masters realized how to compress Qi from the outside. "Maintaining" the first exhaled Qi, and sending additional Qi to it to continue compressing. Depending on the form of the medium that maintains and compresses the qi, it can be either a sword or a sword."

Speaking of this, there was a river qi in the palm of his hand, which was made of the infinite condensation of natural energy.

"And those who have gone on to have a greater enlightenment once again have succeeded in maintaining and compressing it in an instant. But in order to get there, you have to realize a lot of great enlightenment."

After he had finished explaining it, he waved his palm with a flick, and the strength on his hand collapsed in an instant, returning to the bosom of nature.

"Do you remember how you went back to the beginning and used this method?"

“··· It was said that if you tried to spew out too much air at once, it would damage your body. Oh!"

Mujin, who was answering Hyunguang's question, involuntarily burst out with an exclamation.

It's like being hit with a hammer.

"So you're saying that I'm the only one who can cultivate in this way?"

"Yes. . . Rather than constantly pumping out qi outward and maintaining and compressing. In the first place, it is to roll out enormous energy from within the body and unleash it all at once. This is something that only you can do if you can master the Jade Kumgang Technique to the limit, strengthen your muscles, bones, and skin, and take care of your internal organs with the Bow Riding Ball. And the only problem with this method is that the body will be damaged. The trick itself is much simpler."

Mu Jin was shocked by Hyun Guang's words for two reasons.

One was that the reason he taught the archer was not just to help him eat a lot.

The other thing is...

'This is a much simpler way...'

If so, what is the way of ordinary masters that Hyunkwang talked about? In other words, I was amazed at how complex the enlightenment required to create Gangi was.

And Mujin, who was out of consternation, noticed.

"If you can't master this, you won't be able to go up any further."

This is also complicated, and I feel like I'm going to break my head, but I didn't have the jaws to succeed in a more complicated way.

* * *

From that day on, Mu Jin began to learn how to take power in earnest from Hyun Guang.

It was just a way to run the internal air, so it was a regime slam that wasn't even named.

In addition to that, Mu Jin also used iron and jade steel crafts to further raise the level of his body. And I had to eat a meal that lasted one hour.

What Hyunkwang told me was a way to ignore the side effects and only pursue strong power.

"The more perfect my body becomes, the more I can unleash at once."

Whether it was to complete the regime that Hyunguang had told him about, and to reach the post-human realm of the three generations and two thousand that he had been aiming for, Mu Jin could not stop his movement.

But that didn't mean he was just practicing and exercising day by day.

At night when all the training is done·

"How are you here?"

"Hehehe... It's cool..."

Mujin was rubbing every part of Hyunguang's body and talking to him.

He had already reached the heavens, and he had regained his health through Mujin's rehabilitation treatment in the past few years, but Mujin didn't spare the time to massage him.

And Hyunkwang didn't dare to refuse Mujin's devotion, saying that he would devote himself to cultivating.

The two of them were just talking as if they were grandchildren.

"So what was Shaolin like when your grandfather was young?"

"Hehehe... It was a much more boring place then than it is now. The only fun was watching the priests make mistakes from time to time. Come to think of it, it happened when the head priest was eighteen or something."

When he was a third-generation disciple, the head of the room accidentally broke the finger of the Buddha statue in the Great Palace, and the Emperor of the Law tried to run out of Shaolin because he couldn't control his anger.

Hyunkwang would tell him stories that Mujin didn't know.

"Hehehe... Can Mu Jin tell this lady what your paternal grandfather was like?"

“··· He was a good man. I'm sorry that I broke up with you early and couldn't repay you for everything... That's the kind of person he was."

Mujin was also willing to tell Hyunkwang about his life as Choi Kang-hyuk in the first place.

Of course, I couldn't enter the novel or talk about the modern age.

Instead, he would simply dramatize what happened with his paternal grandfather or paternal grandmother and tell it to Hyunkwang.

That's how Mujin was with Hyunkwang.

During the day, as a relationship between master and disciple, between adults and young people, Mujin learned various life wisdoms, including martial arts, from Hyunguang.

And during breaks from training, Mu Jin would carry his light up and down to Shaolin or to the sunny places of the mountains. Like a grandson taking care of his paternal grandfather.

Just as Mujin has been emptying Shaolin for one thing or another, and he is making up for the things he couldn't do.

Maybe it's like preparing to say goodbye.

And so time passed.

At first, he wondered if he would be able to master this horrible level of regime screaming, but thanks to Hyunguang's benevolent teachings, he managed to master it little by little.

And one day, more than a year later...

"That's it!! Grandfather!! I really did it!"

Mujin was able to succeed in defeating the regime.

However, the speed is ridiculously slow. It was powerful, but it could never be used in real combat.

"Hehehe... Now it seems that you have memorized and understood all the explanations of this monument. From now on, I'm going to cultivate so that I can use it naturally."

Mu Jin followed Hyun Guang's advice and practiced the regime again.

At first, it took more than ten seconds, but as time went on, it slowly diminished.

It's as if the sand left in the hourglass is shrinking.

And one day, half a year later...

"Phew..."

Mujin, who took a deep breath and calmed his mind and body, took the flag of the regime screaming.

Maybe it's because I've only been cultivating this one thing for a year and a half. It looked like the same cardinal formula, but somehow it felt much more natural.

And the movements that followed were also natural.

It wasn't just physical movement. The countless explanations I heard from Hyunkwang and the movements of the inner air contained in them.

Every bet flowing through the myriad veins of his body flowed so naturally in every moment.

Maybe it's because the flow of the bet and the movement of the musculature were natural.

The action flowed without any hesitation, and it was completed at a pace that could only be described as a fleeting moment.

Mujin's posture, which had been taking the flag ceremony, had suddenly changed to a shouting of the right hand.

Wheeee

Starting from Mujin's dominance, a cluster of golden stars erupted.

It's like two and a half years ago. It looked similar to that of the Sword Ring of the Southern Palace Sword Emperor, which had turned it back to nothingness.