Political Affairs (4)

 

At the news of his subordinate's message, an old man named Yin Ju stroked his white beard and thought about it.

"We are establishing a league ...

It wasn't bad news. In the first place, the reason why he moved the landlord to attack the shaman was not just to kill the Taiji Sword Ship.

The problem is that it is supposed to raise awareness in the political faction, but on the other hand, it is to discourage them from actively moving for their own safety.

"The Great Circle has also managed his injuries to some extent, so I think we can put out the fire right now."

"Yes· As long as there is a large area, it will be impossible to destroy the Sado Ren with only the traitors of the Southern Palace and the Safa Sect."

The subordinate replied as if he agreed with Yin Ju's words, but neither of them had a bright look on their faces.

"Tsk· It's a shame. If only the landlord hadn't been injured, he could have shaken up the Meng before it was properly established."

The Taeguk Sword Ship's tactics resulted in the landowner being seriously injured.

"How long does it take for a landowner to get out of his sickbed?"

“··· The landlord said that ten days would be enough, but according to the report of the person in charge of the treatment, the amount of lunar training was necessary."

"Hmm· Apparently the landlord has a lot of pride hurt..."

"I think so..."

Although he succeeded in taking the throat of the Tai Chi Sword Ship, which was his most important purpose, he was wounded in the first Gang Tiger Attack, so the landlord's wrath was likely to be considerable.

"First of all, the landlord will calculate that he will take a month off, and then make a plan. With a knife in your gut, no matter how high you are, it will be impossible for you to shake it off and get up in ten days..."

“··· Are you going to put aside the check on the political affairs for a while?"

At his subordinate's question, Inju, who was stroking his beard, smiled relaxedly.

"Hehehe... It can't be· I've already prepared a number, so you can take this inspection and head to Shandong..."

* * *

The external cultivation that began under Mu Jin's leadership lasted for about a time.

"Phew..."

Zhang Hansheng, who had doubted this cultivation at first, was sweating profusely all over his body and his legs were shaking.

"I didn't know there was a way to divide the muscles into parts like this and bully them evenly..."

Of course, Zhang Hansheng still thought that it was more meaningful to cultivate internal and martial arts than to cultivate external air, but because of the atmosphere around him, he couldn't bring himself to say such things.

"I am!"

"Ouch!!"

"Happy!"

"!! Evil"

The disciples of the Great Sect, who are certain to be better than themselves.

It was because Zhong Nam and the warriors of the Zhuge family blindly followed Mu Jin's instructions and tormented his muscles.

And it wasn't just about those two schools.

They didn't yell like they did, but the Shaolin and Shaolin clan warriors were also doing their best.

‘··· It's really a prestigious place."

He was misunderstood. They have been active in the cultivation of foreign air from the very beginning.

But in reality, it was all due to Mujin's influence.

Of course, in the large schools and the Sega, where there are many masters, there were naturally those who emphasized the importance of external craft, but there were still very few who cultivated so diligently.

However, starting with Shaolin, followed by the shaman Zhuge Zhongnan, one by one, he learned about Mujin's external cultivation method, and his thoughts changed.

Although the Tang family had not studied directly with Mu Jin, he had already heard about Mu Jin's foreign attack cultivation method, so he was trying hard to learn from him.

And when the most skilled disciples of the Great Sect and the Sega clan followed Mujin's cultivation method like a villain, the martial arts who were from the Zhongsao Sect and who were active alone naturally had no choice but to follow them as if they were being chased.

When Zhang Hansheng, who had finished the last episode by straining his shaky legs, let out a deep sigh.

As he lowered his head, the voice of the Emperor penetrated into his ears.

"Well done, everyone... From now on, I will proceed with muscle lengthening surgery to loosen the tight muscles."

“???”

The eyes of Zhang Hansheng and others who had never heard the name of muscle lengthening were naturally drawn to Mu Jin.

'Is this a special technique that Kwon is learning?'

Zhang Hansheng's expression was full of anticipation, thinking that maybe it was a special secret to becoming a master, but then he turned to disappointment.

Suddenly, he slumped to the floor, spread his legs apart, and began to assume a strange position.

But still, just in case, Zhang Hansheng imitated Mu Jin's movements.

At that moment, a dark shadow came over Zhang Hansheng, who was in an awkward position and relaxed his leg muscles.

"You can't relax your quadriceps properly that way. Amitabha Buddha·"

The shadow, who appeared to be from Shaolin, gave advice in a friendly tone, and then put his heart on Zhang Hansheng's back.

‘···!! Do you want me to be a true prayer?"

After all, it was only for a moment that I was excited to see if there was some kind of hidden secret.

The palm of his hand against his back suddenly began to push his upper body down.

At the same time, the rest of his arms grabbed his half-spread thighs and spread them even wider.

"Aaa

Zhang Hansheng screamed at the unexpected pain coming from his inner thigh, and the Shaolin disciple who came to help him shouted a shout.

"Hehehe... You're like a wooden doll. Amitabha Buddha·"

"Pu loose please, monk!!"

The monk's voice was gentle, but there was no mercy whatsoever.

"Hehehe... When you're done, you'll feel cool. Amitabha Buddha·"

"It's cool . . . Arghh

He cried out like a child again.

As an unmanned person, it would be embarrassing to scream and scream like this, but I didn't think it bothered me.

There were more than a few people screaming like him all over the theater.

By the time Mujin had finished his external training and muscle lengthening surgery, Mujin had left.

"Huh..."

Zhang Hansheng sat on the floor in a daze, half-stunned.

Then· Once again, a dark shadow fell behind him, and Zhang Hansheng turned his head to look at the master of the shadow.

It was because of the fear that he would be subjected to the torture of the previous one again.

However, the owner of the shadow who came this time was not wearing a monk's robe, but a monk's robe.

It was also the sword suit of the Zhongnan sect that had been screaming grotesquely for a long time.

"What's going on?"

Zhang Hansheng cautiously questioned the Zhongnan Sect's disciple, who seemed to be more expert than him.

"Hahaha· Nice to meet you· This is the second great disciple of the Zhongnan Sect, Byeok-hwan."

When the other party introduced himself with a courtesy, Zhang Hansheng realized his rudeness and hurriedly stood up and took the gun.

"My name is Zhang Hansheng from the Tiger Gate of Shanggo County, Jiangxi Province. What's going on...?"

"Hahaha· It's because of this relationship that we've been trained together, so I came to say hello to you."

Zhang Hansheng looked at Wen Huan with a surprised expression.

"I've heard that all the people from Gu Pile Bang and Wu Daese are snobbish and arrogant, but how can you be so kind!"

Whether or not he knew Zhang Hansheng's thoughts, he brought up a random story.

"By the way, what do you think of the instructor?"

"Instructor . . . Who is this?"

"The monk who led today's training..."

"Oh! Do you mean the Great Counsel?"

"Hahaha· Come to think of it, that's what it's been called lately."

Zhang Hansheng asked in a trembling tone at the sight of Wen Huan muttering with a somewhat nostalgic face.

"But why do you call him Instructor? I wonder if the captain wouldn't know again..."

"Hahaha· In fact, our disciples have been trained by an instructor once before. At that time, the instructor told me to call myself the instructor."

"Oh..."

Wenhuan, who was looking into the distance as if reminiscing about that time, turned his head again and looked at Zhang Hansheng with a hot look in his eyes.

"Hahaha· In fact, it was also at that time that we learned to shout peculiarly in training. You probably wondered why we were yelling at you like that."

"Oh yes . . . I was a little curious about Joe, but..."

To be honest, if they weren't wearing the Jongnam sect uniform, I would have thought they were crazy.

"Fufufu · That's one of the things I learned at that time. Whether it's training or actual combat, there's nothing that can't be "evil" and "bad." In that sense, every time I go through a hard training, I shout out evil and remind myself of its meaning."

"Is that so?"

"There are also a few other things I learned at that time."

"What else is there?"

To be honest, Zhang Hansheng wasn't really curious, but the eyes of the wall fan looking at him were too hot.

Zhang Hansheng, who was intimidated by the intense gaze of the other party, couldn't help but ask a question, and Wen Huan shook his head in satisfaction.

"It teaches us that once a comrade is always a comrade-in-arms."

As he said so, he thrust his right hand forward.

"So from now on, Jiang Hansheng Dao is also my eternal comrade-in-arms..."

“!!!”

Zhang Hansheng's eyes widened at the unexpected words.

A great disciple of the Zhongnan Sect, who is a member of the Gu Files, calls him an eternal comrade-in-arms.

Ever since he was a frog in a well in Sango County, Zhang Hansheng's heart warmed up as he drank while discussing the future of Kangho with young warriors his age.

As if he knew Zhang Hansheng's feelings, Wen Huan nodded his head and said.

"How about comrades-in-arms? Will you join us in overcoming the harsh cultivation and terrible battles of evil and evil?"

"I will!"

Before he knew it, Zhang Hansheng was also holding his outstretched hand, with hot eyes similar to that of Beihuan.

But this wasn't a strange sight either.

"Will you join us?"

"Once a comrade is always a comrade-in-arms..."

"With evil and thugs!"

Throughout the theater, the masters of the Zhongnan Sect were doing similar things to the warriors from the Zhong Sect.

It was truly a hot solicitation scene of the Jongnam Township Association.

* * *

It's been five days since I started teaching the young people who had just joined the Political League.

In the meantime, Mujin taught muscle lengthening and bodyweight exercises, and then devoted himself to his own practice.

"Thanks to the active help from the Jongnam Sect, things are going better than I expected."

I heard that after the training, there was a drinking party in the evening under the leadership of Jong-nam.

As a result, the awkward and awkward atmosphere at first faded a lot, and everyone was working on their cultivation with a hot face.

As a result·

"Ouch!!"

"!!! Evil"

“····”

There was a problem that the number of people yelling at him was increasing, but Mujin tried his best to ignore it.

After teaching the warriors of the Holy University how to cultivate the outer air, Mu Jin would head to the training hall assigned to him.

"Hmph... After all, exercise is a slap in the face."

There were super-heavy metal balls that had been prepared in advance by the top of the stream.

In the course of the demonstration, Mujin was also doing strength training, but he was limited by his sacs.

It was a muscle strength that had already reached a level close to the limit of a human, so it felt like the muscles were not being affected by the sacs.

For Mujin, bodyweight exercise through the sac felt more like aerobic exercise than strength training.

"If you only lift light things, you can lose muscle."

Mujin muttered, humming a tune as he approached the metal.

He lifted and released hundreds of pounds of metal and focused on the screams of his muscles.

'Hmph· It's like this..."

The beating of the muscles felt as you lift the enormous weight of metal· And the stiffness that follows·

As if he had already forgotten about the morning exercise, Mujin was sweating profusely with his jacket off.

"Phew..."

Kung!

After finishing the episode he had been aiming for, Mujin put down the metal and looked at his reflection in the mirror as he took a deep breath.

The mirror was prepared at the expense of the Heavenly Stream.

It was prepared to prevent posture from deviating due to heavy weight during heavy weight exercises.

Through the mirror, he could see himself sweating through his lumpy muscles.

It was a wild look, but Mujin tilted his head as if there was something strange about it, and suddenly began to take various positions.

Take a moment to admire your muscles while doing the poses you do in bodybuilding competitions like side chests and front double bichaps.

"Is it right after the workout? I feel like my muscles have gotten a little bigger, aren't we?"

Mu Jin's sudden rise in various positions wasn't because he was soaked in his own muscles.

Of course, Mujin usually takes care of his muscles, but he didn't do the weird thing of secretly posing in front of the mirror every day, expecting his muscles to change day by day, just like Helin, who had just started exercising.

Still, Mujin, who had been exercising for more than two decades, felt like something had changed in his muscles.

"Hmm· Is it because you're feeling good today?"

Mu Jin shook his head.

He had already grown to the limit of his body, and even in Shaolin, he had hardly changed in the last few months, so he decided that this was his limit.

"Come to think of it, I felt like I was a little relaxed even though I was exercising as usual."

I thought it might be a better day than usual.

After all, a person who exercises regularly is also a human being.

There are days when I feel like I'm just trying to waste my energy and there are days when I feel like I'm working hard.

And the more days like that, the more ...

"Okay· Let's go for another set..."

It could be said that spurring the deterioration was a true health person.