Who is the hukou (1)

 

Mujin, who had been ironing a little longer than usual, took some protein and finished his ablutions and sat down on a bench to meditate.

He was reflecting on the impermanence priesthood he had learned from Hyunguang, and the martial arts he had mastered, and he was reliving his recent struggles with King Kwon and the Little Heavenly Lord.

"The impermanence priesthood itself is completely familiar."

To be precise, in the case of the impermanence priesthood that was extended with the right hand, it had succeeded in slapping it completely into the body.

The moment you think of unfolding in an urgent situation, your body will naturally react.

The only problem was that it could only be used in the "same" position.

Therefore, Mujin was immersed in meditation.

Reflect on the situation in which you were on the defensive, and think about what it would have been like if you could have exercised your free priesthood in a different way.

And the optimal posture that he came up with and the flow of the inner air that the light showed him.

He was reflecting on the other martial arts he was learning, and trying to find a way to extend the impermanence in the posture he wanted.

I hope you'll be meditated like that for a while.

Mu Jin realized something, opened his eyes, and muttered:

"After all... If it can't be done, it can't be done..."

Mujin realized that it was impossible with his own head. But just because you can't do it doesn't mean it's impossible for everyone.

"I'm going to have to ask him..."

Mu Jin muttered, thinking of someone to call for help, and turned his gaze toward the entrance of the hall.

There, one of the unmanned officers of the Political Affairs League was approaching with a desperate expression.

"Is there anything wrong?"

In response to Mujin's question, the unmanned man took a courtesy with a gun and opened his mouth at the same time.

"It is said that the Hebei Fang Family, Huang Bose, and the warriors of the Kunlun Sect have just come to visit Meng. Great Gorge·"

* * *

Mujin followed the guidance of the company and headed to the hall chosen to receive the guests.

When Mu Jin arrived at the hall, he first turned to the head of the Shaolin clan and the head monk of Shaolin, and bowed to him.

"I'm going to see you."

"Welcome. Hehehe..."

Immediately after Hyuncheon smiled softly and accepted the example. Mujin looked up and glanced inside.

At the top of the table sat Chen Chen and beside him was Zhuge Muhuan.

And across from him is an old man who looks a little squishy.

And there were two strong-looking men in the age range from middle age to old age.

"In turn, the elders of the Kunlun Sect, and the men from the Huangbo family and the Hebei Fang family..."

Mujin, who had roughly figured out the opponent, greeted the three of them with a bow.

"Nice to meet you. This is Mu Jin, a disciple of Shaolin and the captain of the Sacred Battalion of the Political League."

"Ahem· It's a lot of trouble..."

"Hahaha· It's the first time I've seen such a famous young junior like this. It's a yellow treasure ...

"It's Fang Gun Young..."

In many ways, contrasting reactions·

The only reaction that stood out among them was Heo Yun's, who had a somewhat disapproving expression on his face, but Mu Jin's gaze was more on Huang Boak than on He Yun.

He Yun and Fang Gunying were names that Mu Jin didn't know.

In the first place, Mujin only knows the main characters in the novel or the famous names that are often heard here and there.

He didn't memorize the names of all the elders of the Old Pile and the Five Great Generations.

However, he had memorized at least the names of the elders and the heads of the clans of each Sega or Mun school.

And Huang Boak was one of the names that Mu Jin had memorized.

"The head of the Huangbo family has come in person?"

While Mujin is struggling to figure out his intentions. He Yun, whose face was still clearly uncomfortable, opened his mouth.

"Monk Chief· Did you really have to come out of here?"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhuge Muhuan, who was sitting next to Chen Chen, smiled softly and opened his mouth.

"He Yun Jinyin· He is not the head monk, but the lord of our political affairs alliance."

The two of them looked at each other as if they were fighting each other.

Caught in the middle, Xuanchen was a person who didn't care about the title, but he didn't make the mistake of stepping up and dissuading Zhuge Muhuan.

Looking at Xuanchen's attitude and Zhuge Muhuan's pretentious smile, He Yun finally opened his mouth as if he couldn't stand it.

"Phew· I don't like the fact that the political alliance itself is a group. No, our entire plight feels betrayed by Shaolin and your actions."

"Hehehe... I understand your thoughts. However, the enemy of our political faction is not only Ma Kyo. It's just that I'm just trying to keep the Apostle in check first..."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Mu Jin had a look on his face.

When the Political Affairs League was founded, it was somewhat expected that Kun Lun would not be in a good mood.

It is a long-standing tradition that people in political factions hate demonism, but among them, the hatred of Konren was beyond imagination.

In the first place, the place facing Xinjiang, where the Demon Bridge was located, was Qinghai, where Mount Kunlun is located.

In the end, the Konren Sect was nothing more than an outpost and a breakwater for the Zheng faction to keep the Demon Sect in check.

Even forty years ago, during the invasion of the Demon Cult, Konlun suffered great damage to the point of extinction.

After the war, thanks to the support of various factions, led by the Wulin Meng, they succeeded in recovering again.

The support was also more intent on using it as an outpost and breakwater than sympathy for the plight.

In the meantime, Meng's attitude of prioritizing the cultivation of the Demon Cult was unpleasant in many ways.

"Even when Shaolin and other Taoists were at war with the Wulin League, we maintained our neutrality. Do you know why?"

"I think it was because he was more interested in keeping the demon cult in check than fighting for a cause within the faction."

He Yun nodded at Zhuge Muhuan's answer.

If it was anyone else, it would have been a moderate neutrality and a foolish one, but the plight was different.

"I can accept your cause. That the former Blind Leader Wei Zhihak was corrupt, and that he was doing something strange behind the scenes. But if that's the case, why should we get rid of the Wulin League and establish a new one under the name of the Political Federation? Even the location is in Hunan Province, which is further away from the Demon Bridge. Have you really decided that the Cult is more dangerous than 'the' Demon Cult?"

He Yun glared at him with a cold face, and Zhuge Muhuan was about to answer something.

Xuanchen, who had raised his hand to block Zhuge Muhuan, replied as a fierce leader.

"First of all, the main reason why I created the Political Affairs League on behalf of the Wulin League and chose Hunan as the location of the Meng is that it is geographically the center of the Central Plains. We want to help all the forces of the White Islands, not just to deal with the 'Demon Cult.'"

"If you do..."

Before He Yun could point out anything, Xuanchen continued.

"Also! As a federation representing the White Islands, we regard all of the Sama Islands as enemies. Not only the Priesthood, but also the Demon Cult is our enemy. It's just that I'm going to settle the Demon Cult first for now."

“····”

Two old men have a snowball fight with each other for a moment.

"Ahem..."

He Yun cleared his throat once, and then opened his mouth in a slightly calmer voice.

"I understand your intentions. But lately, I've heard a strange rumor."

"It's a strange rumor, so I'm curious to know what it's about..."

"Rumors that Shaolin and its allies have joined hands with the Demon Cult behind the scenes..."

As if to unleash the deadly moves he had prepared, He Yun looked at Xuan Chen with a cold face.

"I'll ask you again. Does the Zheng Demon League really intend to fight the Demon Cult after the Demon Retreat?"

If he showed the slightest hint of embarrassment, he would not forgive him.

However, Hyuncheon took the look in his eyes without any change in his expression and calmly opened his mouth.

"Hehehe... I didn't expect such a ridiculous rumor to spread. Then we will discuss the 'truth' that we have discovered, not the rumors."

"What is the truth?"

"The news that the current head of the Demon Cult, Chen Ma, has been absent for decades under the pretext of practicing in the closed building, and the battle for the successor has reached a fever pitch within the Demon Cult. Have you heard of it?"

“!!!”

He Yun, who had a surprised look on his face, as if he didn't know anything about it, then blushed and exclaimed:

"Then why don't you go to the Demon Bridge right now! Now is the perfect time for civil war! How could you be a priest instead of a demon cult?"

He Yun's angry cry was answered by Zhuge Muhuan on behalf of Chen Chen this time.

"Fufufu · That's a foolish idea that one knows and two doesn't..."

Or maybe he was just trying to fan the flames.

"What did you say?"

Turning to He Yun, who had also begun to show his temper, Zhuge Muhuan replied leisurely.

"As much as the Demon Cult has fallen into civil war, they will be weakened if left alone. If, on the other hand, we strike them, there is a possibility that they will be reunited by an external enemy. In the first place, the simplest way to deal with a civil war is to create an external enemy."

Zhuge Muhuan then unfolded the fan and finished his explanation.

"That's why we're striking the apostle first. While the Demon Cult is weakening its power in a civil war. Shouldn't we sort out another lucky one?"

When He Yun, who was pushed by Zhuge Muhuan's logic, blushed and couldn't say anything. Huang Boak suddenly interrupted the conversation.

"Hahaha! What a total army! What a brilliant scheme . . .

"That's a big compliment..."

Zhuge Muhuan laughed with a pretentious smile, and Huang Boak smiled again with a dumb face.

"Hahaha· We, the Huang Bo family, have come to announce our intention to join the Political League."

"Great choice·"

"But before that, I have a question for you."

Turning to Huang Boak, who looked at him with a silly smile, Xuanchen also smiled softly and said,

"You ask me honestly..."

"If you do, I will ask you frankly. How long are you going to sit in the Blind Throne?"

“!!!”

Regardless of whether the people around him looked surprised or not, Huang Boak was still looking at Xuanchen with a smile on his face.

"Didn't you say that the Political Affairs League represents the White Island? What a marvelous thing. We, the Huang Bo family, are also the three families with deep traditions in the political faction, and we have not even had the slightest involvement in the selection of the main leader."

Zhuge Muhuan was about to say something to Huang Boak's words, but he continued in a booming voice.

"This Huang Bo Mo is not worried about that! I wonder if the Shaolin master, who is famous for his devotion, is blinded by honor."

After he spoke, there was a moment of chilly silence.

Chen smiled softly and answered his question.

"Don't worry. Binsheng was just a temporary leader in order to make quick decisions in a wartime situation with the Apostles."

"Hahaha! Then you don't have to worry. Sooner or later, it will be enough to pick a new lord. Oh boy! How about this? In any case, we are about to go to war with the Apostles, so we should make the one who made the greatest contribution at that time the leader of the Empire."

Zhuge Muhuan tried to open his mouth to stop him again, but Huang Boak continued to speak again, his face looking stupid and his voice roaring.

"Isn't that a bad story for He Yun Jinyin? If Kun Lun also joins Meng and makes an effort in this war, he will be able to lead Meng in the direction that Kun Lun wants. For example, why not start a war right away to dry up the seeds of demonism? What is the position of the Ah Panga?"

Loudly burying the opinions of others, he began to sneak up on the pins and even the panga.

Looking at the head of the Huang Bo family, who was pretending to be a bear and acting like a fox, the corners of Mu Jin's mouth twisted.

'Who is this bastard to look at now and eat him on the back?'