Mental Education (1)

 

Mu Jin, who passed through the Zhongnan Sect's training grounds, was soon able to reach the gate.

"Shaolin Three Great Disciple Mu Jin meets Zhongnan's Zhang Wen Yin·"

Mu Jin bowed his respects as the head of the class and looked at the figure of Zhang Wen Yin of the Zhongnan Sect.

If the shaman's Zhang Mun Yin, Song Song Jinyin, had a hollow feeling similar to Hyun Guang, Zhongnam's Zhang Mun Yin was an old man with a somewhat upright feeling.

'I think it's a bit like Hyedam's uncle, isn't it?'

It wasn't as big as Hyedam, but it felt similar.

And Zhang Wen, who was greeted by Mujin, replied in a calm tone.

"Baiyun, the long-lived man of the Zhongnan Sect. Thank you for granting my Jongnam's request. Shaolin Divine Dragon Small Canyon· Are you going to start training tomorrow?"

"I'm going to start training tomorrow, but before I do, there's one condition."

"Conditions?"

At Mu Jin's sudden request, Baiyun Jinyin's white eyebrows twitched.

"Yes· I need a promise that I won't interfere with my cultivation until my cultivation is established for at least three months."

Mu Jin was determined to heal the minds of the Zhongnan Sect disciples who were in the same state as the remnants of the Sect before cultivating.

And in order to do this, it was necessary to prevent interference from the elders of the Zhongnan sect in advance.

Baiyun Qin had been looking at Mu Jin for a moment as if he were having a snowball fight, and then he nodded.

"I will... I've already decided to leave it to you from the moment I called you here..."

"Thank you for your decision."

Mujin, who once again expressed his courtesy as the class president, thought.

At the very least, I'm ready.

* * *

Early the next morning·

The three great disciples and the two great disciples of the Zhongnan Sect gathered in the grand theater.

All of them had already been sentenced. From today on, you will be taught the Shaolin Divine Dragon's Outer Air Cultivation Method.

Regarding this, the disciples of the Zhongnan Sect had various ideas.

A small number of disciples were simply glad to receive a special lesson from the best in the world.

Another handful of disciples wondered if they needed to learn the cultivation methods of the Shaolin Divine Dragon as a disciple of the same Gu Files.

And most of the disciples had a somewhat negative atmosphere.

I suspect that the sword of Jongnam that he has been cultivating for so long has actually weakened. The emptiness of having spent years in vain.

In the meantime, he now has to give money to Shaolin and learn how to cultivate and learn how to cultivate the outside world.

Negative thoughts spread rapidly and led to defeatist thinking for a variety of reasons.

Mujin appeared in front of the disciples of the Zhongnan Sect.

With a black hood tied around his head.

"Nice to meet you! From today, the monk will be here to teach you the method of external cultivation It is said that Mu Jin, the three great disciples of Shaolin who came to visit the Great Zhongnan Sect. And from today on, I'm going to lead the cultivation. From this moment on, I want you to call me 'Instructor,' not by my Fa name or nickname."

That's right.

How to fix Mujin's rotten mental state·

"And those who are wearing red hoods next to me are to be called 'Assistants' from this time onwards."

It is a military-style education.

"From now on, please go to the front of the trainer and get the number tag that we have prepared for the convenience of training and wear it."

It wasn't a general education, but a mixture of special forces entrance exams and guerrilla training.

While they were stunned, they followed Mu Jin's instructions and each of their Shaolin disciples·

No, the disciples of the Zhongnam sect, who received numbered jackets from the assistants, wore them over their jackets.

Even if we exclude the wounded, the number of the two great disciples and the three great disciples of the Zhongnan Sect is close to two hundred.

As they moved, the theater was bound to be crowded. And by the time everyone wore clothes with numbers on them.

Mujin spoke in a stern voice.

"Before we get into cultivation, let me say one more thing. The instructor came here with a happy heart at the thought of seeing the disciples of the "Great" Zhongnan Sect who belonged to the Old Files. And yesterday and today..."

After finishing speaking, Mujin took a deep breath and added.

"The instructor was disappointed."

It was a disappointment that was one of the most important routines of a military leader.

While Zhong Nam's disciples were confused because they couldn't grasp the situation, Mu Jin continued.

"You look like a loser from yesterday! And in that ragtag movement that doesn't look like a disciple of a prestigious sect a while ago! The instructor was disappointed! So from today on, I'm going to fix that rotten state of mind first. Do you understand?"

Mu Jin's unconventional remarks make the disciples of the Zhongnan Sect begin to murmur.

Others glance at the elders around them.

It was a question of whether this was the right situation right now.

Baiyun Jinyin, the Zhongnan Sect's Zhang Wen Yin, who had been watching the unconventional remarks, was also blushing.

But he didn't step up.

It was partly because of the pact with Mu Jin, and not because of Mu Jin's insult.

Mu Jin didn't insult Zhong Nam, but he scolded Zhong Nam's disciples who were not like his masters.

When the elders of the Zhongnam sect did not come forward, one of the disciples of the Zhongnam sect opened his mouth.

"How dare you insult our Zhongnan Sect!"

"The insult is what you're doing! And if you think I'm wrong, why don't you prove it now?"

Mu Jin, who refuted the other party's words, suddenly pushed Wen Jing forward.

"From now on, if you can't stand my training, you can come forward and strike this gong! It is not suitable for the 'Jongnam sect! What a grub! Come out, strike the gong, and leave! Do you understand?"

Mu Jin continued to provoke the Zhongnan Sect disciples.

And as Mu Jin's words continue, the mood of the Zhongnan Sect disciples, who were only depressed, changes.

He began to scowl at Mujin with his eyes lit up, as if he had met an enemy.

On the contrary, Mu Jin grinned, as if he liked the angry look.

"But if there is anyone who can make it to the end of my cultivation! At that time, I will personally apologize to them."

After a brief greeting, Mujin began to practice in earnest.

"The training I'm starting from now on is the outer air training!! It is forbidden to use the inner air! Anyone who can't sustain cultivation and uses it is admitting that they are a grub! Do you understand?"

"I see!"

"Humph! Aren't you trying to make me practice something I can't do on my own?"

Mu Jin furrowed his brow slightly at the promiscuous answers here and there, and exclaimed.

"I'm going to be with you for the sake of the demonstration. And! From now on, the only answer in cultivation is "Aw!" It is unified only by · Since the start of the training, no questions have been asked! Do you understand?"

"I see!"

"From the beginning of my training, I was like, 'Aw!' It was said that it will be unified! Do the disciples of the Great Zhongnan Sect not understand this much even more? Would you like to know again!!"

"Ouch!!"

"Great! The disciples of the Zhongnan Sect!! This is the only voice I can make!! Okay!"

"!! Evil"

In an instant, the disciples of the Zhongnan Sect · No, Mujin, who took control of the trainees, continued the training.

It started out like PT gymnastics.

However, Mujin modified some of the PT exercises he learned in the army and turned them into bodyweight exercises that were good for muscle training.

Still, since it's an external training in its own way, shouldn't you perform movements that are good for your muscles?

Of course, there were a few moves that I didn't change. For example, the following are:

"Eight times ready for action!!"

"Ouch!!"

"From now on, I'm going to do it eight times fifteen times! The last slogan is not shouted! If by any chance there are trainees shouting, we start all over again! Okay!"

"Ouch!!"

"Eight movements, fifteen repetitions! How many times?"

"Fifteen times!!"

"Thirteen times! Implementation!"

At Mu Jin's cry, the disciples of the Zhongnan Sect repeat the movement eight times.

Mujin also kept his head erect as he made the demonstration, examining the trainees' movements.

And by the end of the last thirteenth episode.

"Thirteen!!"

Someone had to shout out the last number.

"Fifty-seven trainees! I'm!!"

"!! Evil"

"I'm going to start doing it all over again!"

At Mu Jin's cry, the eyes of some of the Zhongnan Sect disciples turned to the fifty-seventh trainee who had been turned out.

"I don't look away!! Are the so-called disciples of the Great Zhongnan Sect now trying to blame the death penalty like the despicable Safa bastards? Isn't it the way to be a disciple of the Great Sect to make up for the mistakes of the death penalty and overcome them together?"

"Ouch!!"

"I'm going to start eight times again!! This time it's twenty!! How many times!!"

"Twenty times!!"

"Twenty-two! Implementation!"

How long did it take for the training to continue?

No matter how much they mastered martial arts, in the end, they were more focused on internal than external skills, and as they continued to cultivate, their physical strength and muscles began to reach their limits one by one.

And whenever someone stopped moving, Mujin's shout of fire broke out without fail.

"Is this the only level of the disciples of the Great Zhongnan Sect!!"

"The skill and tenacity of the people who have cultivated in the Zhongnan Sect for decades!! That's it!"

"If you can't stand this, you can get up and raise the gong right now! Okay!"

Every time Mujin's insults and provocations burst out, sparks flew in the eyes of the trainees who were thinking of giving up.

When the trainees endured the cultivation of the two Shijin like a villain,

They were all like corpses, their arms and legs trembling.

"We'll have afternoon training after dinner."

Mu Gong, who was watching Mujin say the end of his training, suddenly scratches his arm.

"Where are you tickling?"

Mu Gong, who was acting as a trainer with Mu Gong, shook his head at the question.

"No... I got goosebumps..."

"Creepy?"

"Yes... Now that I see him, he was just looking at us, right?"

"Oh..."

It was only then that Mu Qing realized this, and he had goosebumps all over his body.

Even in Shaolin, he had been like that before, but he had never been so insulting and blaspheming.

The tiger also said that if you tell me, he will come, and while they were talking about Mujin, Mujin approached them.

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

"If you just do cardio, you'll lose muscle. Now we need to start exercising."

“··· What?"

He asked back with a dumbfounded face, but it didn't work for Mujin.

For two years, he worked out with the disciples of the Zhongnan Sect, but that level of bodyweight exercise was nothing more than "aerobic" exercise for Mujin.

Exercise that doesn't grind muscles and only burns calories· Unless I was trying to lose weight, it was a poisonous practice.

"Give me some water."

"Uh· Here?"

Mu Gong held out a gourd bottle filled with water in his stillness, and Mu Jin asked the Sichuan Tang Family to sprinkle the additional protein supplement he had obtained on it and drank it.

"Ugh... It tastes like no matter when you eat it..."

Leaving behind the question of Mu Mu and Mu Kyung, "Then why don't you eat it?", Mu Jin began to exercise weights in earnest.

* * *

On the other hand·

One of the disciples of the Zhongnan Sect who was insulted by Mu Jin and rolled two Shi Jin to the ground.

The Great Disciple of Li Huan was on his way to eat, and he involuntarily turned his head back.

Maybe it was because of his anger at Mujin that he looked back with a sense of 'what the hell is he doing?'

And what he saw was Mujin lifting an enormous piece of metal in the center of the grand theater.

After two hours of hellish cultivation with them, they are holding such an ignorant piece of iron by themselves?

“··· Crazy·"

The exclamations that are not like the current Taoist did not belong to the wall.

It's just an exclamation from one of those who just looked back without thinking.

Perhaps because of his voice, more and more people turned their gaze to look at Mujin's appearance.

“··· Doesn't it just look bigger?"

There were voices of suspicion, but those doubts were soon shattered.

Kung!!

Mujin put the metal down gently, but a heavy vibration rang out.

After that, Mu Jin continued to ignorantly lift and release the large and heavy metal block.

At some point, the disciples of the Zhongnan Sect stopped and watched.

It's been a long time since I've seen it like that.

Mu Jin, who had finished his tempering, took up a stance of screaming at the regime.

And the moment Mujin threw down his fist...

Bang!!!

Something destructive erupted from his fist...

‘··· How could you show such a feast to the disciples of other sects?"

Let that think come to mind for a moment. He shook his head when he realized something.

It wasn't just a casual show. It's the mindset that it doesn't matter if you show it.

‘··· It's the confidence that you can't stop it!'

What should I, as a disciple of the Zhongnan Sect, do?

The martial arts of the Zhongnan sect have spread throughout the world, and it doesn't work anymore?

"If you make it impenetrable even if you know it, that's enough..."

It was a wall pill that found out that the pessimistic self was as pathetic as Mu Jin had said.