Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 313

◈ Yeon (4)

The Red Flame King, who had leaked various information about the Little Heavenly Lord, was soon killed by the Simryungwan.

After completing the interrogation, Mujin hid the body of the Red Flame King in a corner and returned to where the group was gathered.

There, Hyun-Hyeon was still treating the child, sweating profusely.

Still, there was progress, as the child’s expression became much more relaxed than before Mujin left.

And after a while.

“Phew.”

When the child’s condition seemed to have calmed down to some extent, Hyun-Hyeon, who had been resting his back on the child’s shoulder, opened his eyes with a deep breath.

“It seems like we’re a little behind schedule, so let’s get moving quickly.”

Despite being exhausted from practicing the Jin-gi-do method for nearly half an hour, Hyun-Hyeon quickly got up and said.

For that manifestation, Mujin willingly carried him on his back and began to move.

After avoiding the demons and erasing their traces once again, they were finally able to reach the village that was the child’s hometown.

At the entrance to the village, the woman stood still, staring ahead, like a stone statue.

“Tooni!!”

And as the woman who discovered them approaching the village regained her lost expression on her face, she shouted something urgently.

Perhaps, it was the child’s name that was being called out.

She came running, her limbs waving, like someone just pulled out of water.

And when he came right in front of Mujin and his party, he snatched the child from Mu-gung’s arms as if he had snatched it away and carefully held the child in his arms.

Just looking at her gaze as she cherished the child in her arms, it was a sight that made you think of them as parents and children.

“… … .”

She was so absorbed in the thought that her child had returned that she only realized the situation after holding the child in her arms and her body froze.

She also just remembered it now.

Those who brought the child now are also warriors, just like those who have been causing trouble in the village recently and those who took the child away.

She had snatched the child away from those people like that, and there was a fear in her eyes about what would happen if they got angry.

But the fear in her eyes quickly melted away.

They didn’t care about her rudeness.

Just a moment ago, she was holding her child in her arms with that maternal love that she had shown him, and he was just smiling happily.

The sight of middle-aged men wearing robes and Taoist robes, smiling happily, was too peaceful to be fearful.

If you look closely, there was dirt and blood all over his clothes and body.

Taking advantage of the momentary awkwardness, Hyun-Hyeon opened his mouth.

“Ahem. I calmed down the yang energy that was running wild in the child’s body while I was coming. He won’t have a seizure for at least a few days.”

When Hyun-Hyeon said that and looked at Jeokhodanju, he sighed and interpreted Hyun-Hyeon’s words.

After hearing the words of the Red Tigers, she kept lowering her head while holding the child and muttered something.

“It means thank you.”

As her words were briefly interpreted by the Jeokhodanju, the Taoist priests and monks smiled happily once again.

But that was only for a moment.

Hyun-Hyeon, who knew that if he delayed any longer here, the cultists would chase after him, opened his mouth.

“We’ve done everything we had to do, so let’s go back now.”

It was okay for them, but they couldn’t let the innocent villagers get involved.

At Hyun-Hyeon’s words, everyone turned their backs and were about to leave without any regrets.

“@#[email protected]#”

Suddenly, a woman’s voice was heard from behind me.

As everyone turned their heads with puzzled expressions, she looked at them and the child in her arms alternately with an expression full of complicated emotions.

He carefully held the child out towards Hyun-Hyeon.

“???”

While everyone else was making expressions of complete incomprehension, she spoke something in Mandarin again.

“… … Toonie. So, she’s saying that because of this child’s innate constitution, things like this are likely to happen often in the future. She’s saying that she, an ordinary woman, won’t be able to protect this child.”

Ambassador Hyun Hyun responded to the interpretation of the Red Tiger Group.

“Are you sure you’re okay? We are monks who serve the Buddha. Maybe after we leave like this, we’ll never see this child again.”

The Jeokhodanju, who had interpreted Hyun-Hyeon’s words, scratched his head at her answer and awkwardly continued his interpretation.

“… … Even if she can’t see her child again, she’s okay as long as the child can be happy. She’s a bad mother, so if she can’t stop herself from having a fever or from kidnapping someone like today, she’s saying that it would be better for the child to cultivate her body and mind with good people like ‘us’.”

Since he was the leader of the Red Tiger Clan who had only thought about fighting in the Demonic Cult, it seemed awkward for him to say such strange things.

But, despite the awkward tone of the enemy leader’s speech, Ambassador Hyun-Hyeon, who sensed her sincerity, spoke with a serious expression.

“If you do, this may be the last time you see the child, so please say goodbye to the child. If you change your mind after saying goodbye, that’s okay, so we’ll step back for a bit.”

While the Red Tiger Leader was interpreting Hyun-Hyeon’s words, the group retreated according to Hyun-Hyeon’s instructions.

Of course, since they were all experts, they could hear the whispers of ordinary people at this distance.

But since the conversation between the two mothers was being conducted in Nanman anyway, they just waited for the mother and son to finish their conversation while looking at the surrounding rainforest.

However, there were some who couldn’t hold back and glanced at the mother and child from time to time.

For example, there was the trio of Mujabae, who were still young and curious.

The mother who was holding the child put the child down on the floor, looked at the child in the eye, and said something.

Although he was called a ‘child’, he was still a boy of about ten years old, so the child got down from his mother’s arms and looked into his mother’s eyes and listened to the story.

Of course, there was no way to know if the ten-year-old understood everything she said.

As soon as the mother finished speaking, the child shook his head from side to side and tried to go into his mother’s arms, but the mother stopped him by grabbing his shoulder.

With tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

How long did it take for the child and the mother to converse with complicated expressions after that?

The child began to walk towards Mujin and his group with brisk steps, leaving his mother behind, who was already covered in tears.

In contrast to his brisk gait, his eyes were swollen and his face looked as if tears would pour out at any moment.

Hyun-Hyeon, who was holding the hand of the child who had come near, opened his mouth with a face like that of a great monk full of virtue.

“I will make sure that your child will never get sick again, and that he will never have to go through the same danger as today. Don’t worry.”

Even before Jeokhodanju could begin interpreting, she nodded as if she understood what Hyun-Hyeon was saying.

After the final greetings.

They left the village and headed into the thickets of the rainforest.

With a young child who wasn’t originally planned.

Mujin looked at the child walking with Hyunhyeon while holding his hand and thought.

‘… … Fate is truly a strange thing.’

Clearly, he was a child who had been rejected when he first asked to be taken in as a disciple.

But I never thought things would turn out like this because of that damn kidnapping.

However, Shaolin was not entirely happy to have a new disciple.

‘At that age, a child would remember everything about his mother.’

Mujin. No, ever since Choi Kang-hyeok could remember when he was very young, he was with his grandparents.

I had no memories of my parents.

Funny enough, there was no longing because there was no memory. There was only curiosity.

What about that kid then?

Will memories of my mother give me strength? Or will her absence make things even harder?

It was something that Mujin could never understand.

But one thing was certain.

‘I must make sure that child can live happily in Shaolin, just as I promised to his mother.’

Just like his grandparents did for him.

While Mujin was thinking about such things, Mugung, who was looking at the child like Mujin, opened his mouth.

“Now, we too will soon become great disciples.”

“Then, we will have disciples coming under us. Infinite Disciples.”

“Then he becomes our slayer? Wow!”

“It’s a bit weird. Hahaha.”

As the three of them exchanged words as if it were unfamiliar, Hyun-Hyeon, who was holding the child’s hand, smiled and opened his mouth like a grandfather watching children’s antics.

“Hehehe. I don’t know about the other kids, but Mugung won’t be a problem for you.”

“yes?”

When Mu-gung made a stupid sound with an expression of incomprehension, Hyun-hyeon smiled and answered.

“This child was born with the Sun’s talent, so shouldn’t he learn the Extreme Sun’s talent? He probably has a high chance of becoming your disciple.”

“!!!!”

The pupils of Mu-gung’s eyes dilated greatly.

Although his eyes looked innocent and did not match his fierce face, Mugung himself was so surprised that he did not even care about the state of his own face.

Hyun-Hyeon added, wondering if such an endless response was amusing.

“He was the first disciple to enter the world, and he was born with the Sun’s talent, so I think he has a high chance of becoming the next great disciple. You have a huge responsibility, as you have the abbot of the distant future as your disciple. Mu-gung-ah. Hehehehe.”

“Great, great disciple. Great, abbot… … .”

It was Mugung muttering like that with a blank expression on his face.

For some reason, looking at that pitiful sight, Mujin felt like hitting the back of his head, but he held back by clenching his fist.

No matter what, it was impossible to hit the back of the master’s head in front of his disciple. Isn’t there such a thing as pride as a master?

Isn’t that the case even in modern times?

Even if you are close friends, hitting the back of the head of a friend who is married and has children in front of the child is crossing the line.

‘I’ll do it later when there are no disciples.’

Mujin decided to keep the thought of hitting the back of Mu-gung’s head in his mind.

Meanwhile, while Mujin was thinking about this, Mu-gyeong and Mu-yul were reacting in a curious manner.

“Infinite Death. I am truly grateful that you have a disciple.”

“Hehehe. What kind of disciple will come as my disciple?”

“That’s right, Muyul. I’m also curious about which child will become my disciple.”

During the conversation between the two, Mujin was left to let his imagination run wild for a moment.

“… … It won’t be easy, right?”

Mujin muttered like that without realizing it.

“It’s not easy?”

“what?”

To the two’s questions, Mujin first pointed to Mukyung.

“First of all, you have mastered so many martial arts. How easy is it to find someone with talent like yours?”

“… … Well, wouldn’t it be okay if I just teach them well?”

“you?”

At Mujin’s absurd reaction, Mu-gyeong got angry and asked.

“What’s wrong with me?”

“Do you remember what you always say when I ask you something?”

“… …What are you saying?”

“If you just do it, it works? If you just do it, what happens? You crazy genius.”

There is a well-known adage in modern sports: a genius cannot become a coach.

And this was also true for Mu-gyeong.

While Mu-gyeong was left speechless by Mu-jin’s remarks, Mu-yul asked Mu-jin a question.

“Mujin, what about me?”

“you…….”

Mujin, who had been staring at Muyul with a speechless face for a moment, sighed and turned his head towards Hye-geol.

“… … I think you will have a hard time in the next generation as well. Hyegeol Sasukjo.”

“Heh heh heh heh… … .”

At Mujin’s deep words of comfort, Hye-geol smiled with a liberated expression like a monk who had been enlightened from all his troubles.

In many ways, compared to Muyul, Mugyeong was a nobleman.

I can guarantee that even if a disciple of Muyul is chosen, it will be Hye-geol, not Muyul, who will teach him the five martial arts of Shaolin.

“Hehehe… … . But wouldn’t it be easier than Yul?”

Hye-geol was a man who openly exposed his own grandson, as if he knew his own fate.

“What are you talking about? Hehe?”

“Ukki?”

Whether Hye-geol was criticizing him or not, Moo-yul was just smiling brightly.

Mujin, who had been laughing at such an uncontrollable reaction, muttered to himself only then, as if he too was curious.

“Hmm. Then what kind of guy should my disciple be?”

It was a meaningless statement, as I had no intention of being buried in Shaolin, and I didn’t know what my fate would be if I saw the end of the novel.

It’s just a random thought that came to mind as the conversation went on.

But, as Mujin muttered to himself, the people walking with him opened their mouths at the same time as if it was so obvious.

“A guy crazy about exercise.”

“A fool who only knows muscles.”

“What kind of pervert likes sore muscles?”

The words were all different, but the content was largely the same.

Fantasy, Wuxia, Fusion,