Township Association (1)

 

Mujin's worries were nothing more than misplacement.

"How was the death penalty? I really thought I was going to die when I was reproductive."

"Do you mean this? Ha ha ha! But to be honest, I found the second week to be more challenging and rewarding. Instructor Mujin told me about that. What are you going to do if you abandon your comrades and succeed on your own? I was so impressed by my words that I went through two more trainings to help the priests and priests."

"Hahaha! But I was really grateful at the time. Death Penalty to death!"

The road from Zhongnanfa to Chang'an County, which is closest to Zhongnan Mountain,

The disciples of the Zhongnan Sect talked about the three weeks of cultivation, and they made fun of each other.

He seemed to be full of pride.

"Come to think of it, I was like that when I was twenty years old."

Mu Jin remembered the time when he passed the special forces enlistment exam, and he just watched the conversation of the Zhongnan Sect masters cutely as if he were looking at the chicks.

And when they were laughing and chatting excitedly as they walked down the mountain and strolled through the streets of Chang'an County.

"Gosh... Master Wall!"

Suddenly, the men pretended to know the Zhongnan Sect masters.

Seeing that each of them was dressed in a robe and wore a sword or sword on their side, they were also Murim people.

"Are you feeling well? Hahaha· At the time, I was worried that I had overdone it."

The horse seemed worried about his injury, but there was something wrong with his tone and eyes.

And at the man's words, the expression on his face was also crumpled.

As Mu Jin watched the situation, his mind flashed back to the situation of the Zhongnan Sect that he had heard about earlier.

'Oh, I don't know. Recently, I heard that Zhongnan Sect disciples have often come back injured outside."

It was usually a legitimate affair, and although there were wounded, there were no deaths or maimings, and most of all, it was difficult for Jongnam Sect to go out of its way because it was in the middle of a conflict with the volcano.

In particular, in Xi'an, the capital of Shaanxi, and other areas bordering the volcano, all the major leaders of the Zhongnan Sect are crowded there because they are fighting with the volcano every day.

In the meantime, it seemed that there were people in the area close to Zhongnam Mountain who were arguing with the disciples of the Zhongnan sect.

'Looks like he won against the wall, right?'

That means I'm not worried about injury, I'm like, 'Are you here to get beaten up again?' It was a provocation.

Perhaps, this "legitimate Bimu" was also something that gently scratched the disciples of the Zhongnan Sect in such a way that they would apply for Bimu.

'Do I need help?'

When Mujin was wondering if he should take action now. Things started to take an unexpected turn.

by another Zhongnan Sect disciple who was right next to him.

"What did the grub say now? Huh?"

“····”

His words, which could hardly be considered a master, caused a momentary silence in the entire area.

But the embarrassment is short-lived. The insulting opponent blushed and replied.

"What did the Master of the Zhongnan Sect, who is called the pillar of the Sect, say now?"

"Why do grubs have such a long tongue? You talk to the pillar of the faction like that, this bastard?"

"What is Mr?"

"I said Mr. XX is XXXX in this dog!!"

"How dare you insult us now!"

The man who had spoken to him for the first time turned red and exclaimed, but this time, another Zhongnan Sect Master replied with a crumpled face.

"As for the insult, you bastard would have dared to do it to our brother-in-law! The insult to the death penalty is an insult to all of us. You bastard!"

There was a deep sense of comradeship in his eyes: 'We are the others!'

‘··· Comradeship is good, but where did you learn to swear like that?'

Such a question came to mind for a moment, but he soon understood.

'Oh, I don't know. These are all insults I used when I was training."

It was all his karma.

Visor!

In the end, the man who had been arguing with him vigorously couldn't stand the provocation of the Zhongnan Sect and pulled out the way.

The Zhongnan Sect masters also tried to respond to their opponents' provocations with their faces flushed.

"Stop!"

Finally, the person involved in the case, Byeok Hwan, took a step forward.

"I'll take matters into my own hands..."

"One·"

"Death penalty!"

An opponent who had already lost a few months ago· The disciples of the Zhongnan Sect tried to dissuade him, but he was adamant.

"Don't worry! The me then is different from the one I am now! Have we already forgotten what kind of cultivation we overcame?"

“!!!”

At Wenhuan's confident words, the Zhongnan Sect masters looked at him with emotion.

The disciples of the Zhongnan Sect willingly released their hands on the sword bottle and looked at the back of the sword with a look of faith.

In a way, it was an absurd flow.

Mujin had been rattling them for three weeks, but it didn't really improve their skills.

The purpose of the three-week training was only to endure the physical limitations with mental strength and comradeship.

He said that his mental strength had increased, but his realm had not risen at all.

However, even though he was well aware of this reality, Mujin did not dare to come forward.

The reason was simple.

"The level of the two is similar."

Mujin, who had reached a higher level than the two, was able to gauge the level of the two in an instant.

Even though they were at a similar level, the reason why he was defeated before was probably because Zhongnam's sword technique had spread to the outside world.

"But if this is the second time I've been in a bad mood, I'm sure you've thought about some precautions."

As long as they knew each other's martial arts to some extent, the conditions weren't much different.

In the end, the biggest difference between victory and defeat is the difference in mental strength.

And of the two men who were confronting each other, the man who drew the sword made the first bold move.

"Be careful not to get hurt like you did then!"

Reminding him of his defeat, his first blow seemed to be simply blocked by the sword of the wall.

However, the first attack is only to induce the opponent to use a specific herbivore.

Towards the Zhongnan Sect Master who was practicing defense-oriented sword techniques, the thief swung the sword one after another.

As the man's barrage continued, the stance of the wall ring that blocked the sword gradually became disturbed.

The awkward spot between herbivore and herbivore·

These were attacks that induced herbivores that would not be able to continue naturally if they had not become masters above the realm level.

The thief, who had already beaten the wall ring in a similar way in the previous Bimu, felt a strange feeling.

'Why can't I lose my balance?'

It was only two months ago. When I confronted him, he didn't seem to be very good at it.

After all, Bimu was flowing according to his guidance.

But for some reason, he managed to block his own attacks and still couldn't break his opponent's stance.

But that's just the surface.

'Ugh!!'

The muscles and blood canals of the wall ring that blocked the opponent's attack with an awkward series of herbs were screaming all over the place. However·

"This much pain! It's nothing compared to what I used to be subjected to by Instructor Mujin!!"

He suppressed the intense pain with evil and skewering, and continued to block his opponent's attacks.

And the moment when the opponent's herbivore is completely familiar.

"Aa

Predicting the opponent's number, he unleashed a different kind of herb and clashed with his opponent's help.

Awkwardly connected movements· Due to the unbalanced posture, the fingers holding the sword are overloaded.

If I held on like this, I felt like I was going to lose my sword or break my fingers...

'Are you going to lose!!

He ignored the pain and fear of breaking his fingers and pressed his sword forward.

"Ahhh

Shouting out evil as he had done in training, he managed to push back his opponent's sway.

The thief's posture collapsed due to the unexpected opponent's ignorant tricks.

He didn't miss the opportunity and dug into his opponent.

The thief raised the sword diagonally to block the sword of the sword, but the sword wielded by the sword was a sword.

Puck!!

It was like a back-alley thug fight, kicking the thief in the abdomen.

'Hey . . . You're a good learner, aren't you?'

That front kick (?) was also a technique that Mujin showed off during his training, as he craved his trainees.

"Uhhhh

A thief who had been hit hard by a ship grabbed the boat and groaned.

A series of punches from the wall wreath struck the thief in the face.

"You despicable!!"

Surprised by the barrage of attacks, the thief and his companions rushed at him, and the disciples of the Zhongnan Sect did not stand still.

"How dare you interfere with the sacred secret!?"

"Kill me!!"

What started as a one-on-one fight quickly escalated into a hand-to-hand fight.

The fight had escalated, and he wondered if he should join the fight now, but then he stopped moving.

"Hey . . . You're fighting well."

The Zhongnan Sect disciples, whose eyes were full of venom, fought fiercely.

They throw away their useless facades and play with their limbs just to knock their opponents down.

Even as his skin was slashed by the weapon wielded by his opponent and blood splattered, he dared to burrow into his enemy.

"I'll stop you. Death Penalty to death!"

"I'll leave the back to you!"

Meanwhile, the comradeship is so sticky. Even if he had been stabbed in the body, he was still swinging his sword to block the death penalty's attacks.

"Bounce!"

Eventually, one of the fed up enemies began to retreat first, and the rest of the enemy began to flee after him.

Of course, the Zhongnan Sect disciples, who won the battle, were not unscathed. But·

"Hahaha! This is the spirit of the Zhongnan Sect! You grubs!"

Morale was sky-high.

* * *

Fortunately, there were no serious injuries, but everyone was slightly injured. Mujin naturally thought that he should return to the Zhongnan Sect, but...

"Instructor! My blood is hot, so I think I need to soothe it with alcohol."

"Shouldn't we treat that injury first?"

"What do you mean, Instructor! It's an injury, and you have to deal with it!"

"Let's go to the Qingfeng Guest House! Today is the day when the instructor's special training is over and the grudge against the death penalty of the wall pill is resolved, so let's drink it with a crooked nose!"

The Zhongnan Sect masters, who were so full of mettle, seemed to have no intention of taking care of their injuries.

‘··· Why do you think the medicine tooth is a little too much?'

It seemed that it would not work, so Mu Jin went with them to a place called Qingfeng Guest Cup.

Mujin enjoyed a meat-based diet to avoid muscle loss, but the Zhongnan monks focused on alcohol rather than food.

In the midst of a few rounds of drinking, the monks of the Zhongnan Sect were really chatting non-stop.

"Hahaha· Earlier, I survived with the help of my brother-in-law. If you hadn't blocked it with your sword, I'd have a hole in my stomach!"

"Am I the only one!! If it hadn't been for my brother's protection, I'd be dead!"

A story about a hand-to-hand fight that took place a while ago. And the story of the education he received from Mujin goes on endlessly.

The sight of them screaming and exchanging heroic stories with each other was somehow familiar.

"Zhong Nampa!!"

"Blessings!"

"We are!"

"Namigaa~!!"

The appearance of the Zhongnan sect masters who seem to have taken the wrong medicine.

Mujin's face flushed and he wanted to sneak away to hide that he was with them.

"Instructor Mujin!! Where are you going!"

"It's a good day, so please say something!"

I couldn't escape karma.