Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 162

◈ Sword Demon (2)

It was a random question, but Mujin seemed to know who it was referring to.

And if it were any other monk, I don’t know if I would have said that such trash should be saved and taught.

“They were not worth saving.”

Mujin did not particularly have any great intentions for the precepts of immortality.

“… … That’s why I’m just trying to wield another sword instead of the Taegeukhye sword.”

“Is that so.”

Cheongsu Dojang spoke with a solemn expression, but Mujin said, ‘So what?’ He was answering with an expression like,

“If Master Cheongsu thinks it is right, you can do so. I don’t think it’s a sin to kill such scum. “But why are you hesitating and worrying so much?”

I want to kill all the bad guys. But what is the concern?

If it were modern times, there was a high probability that the law would have been involved.

No matter how trashy a criminal he is, private punishment rather than legal action will result in him being judged by the law.

Of course, there were laws in this world, but they were hardly applicable to powerful people. Because Kangho was all about justification or power.

So what else is there?

“… … “Are you saying this because of the Shaman sect’s monks and executioners?”

Mujin asked with a feeling of doubt, but thanks to Cheongsu Dojang’s reaction afterwards, he was convinced.

“… … That’s right.”

Is it because his true intentions were revealed? Cheongsu Dojang opened his mouth as if making a confession.

“I am afraid that if I throw away my Taegeukhye sword or go on a killing spree, it will hurt the monks.”

“Hmm… … “If that is the reason, is there any need to throw away the Taijihui sword?”

“… … “Didn’t you say it before?”

“It is just an excuse to throw away the Tai Chi Hye sword because it is a biopsy. “Taegeukhyegeom is a renowned season, and isn’t Unhe Jinin, known as the Three Swords of the World, also learning Taegeukhyegeom?”

“that… … .”

“ah! Is it because the development of Taijihui sword is slower than that of Sal sword? Everyone in Gangho knows that Taegeukhyegeom is difficult, so it could be so. However, it is probably a much easier way to become an expert through Taegeukhyegeom than to become an expert at the level of Unheo Jinin by making a flesh sword himself.”

Mujin was making a realistic inference, but a completely different answer came out of Cheongsu Dojang’s mouth.

“How can you commit murder and use the sword of a recluse?”

“… … “What kind of nonsense are you talking about?”

Mujin barely suppressed a laugh.

‘Do you really think that the shamanist monks have not killed a single person?’

Mujin wondered if the shaman sect’s disciples had raised Cheongsu to be too naive and gentle.

In reality, it was because Cheongsu didn’t say anything harmful because he wanted to become a sword demon, but it was none of Mujin’s business.

“Huh, nonsense! “What do you mean!”

“Of course it’s nonsense. There are so many evil enemies in the world, so how can a member of a political faction not commit murder even once? We, Shaolin, also value the precepts of non-killing, but there are those who punish evildoers who cannot be guided. Hyegwan Sasukjo is the most representative person.”

Come to think of it, Mujin thought that the Mujabae trio might be less immature than Cheongsu because of Hyegwan.

Of course, that’s only a story limited to Hye-gwan’s grandson, Mu-gyeong. He was a Mujin who never thought that other children were corrupted because of him.

“The shaman faction will not punish Cheongsu Dojang for committing murder with the Taegeukhye sword. And if so, what else? “We could be imprisoned in a place like Chamhoe-dong for a few days like we are in Shaolin.”

“… … “What if they say they cannot forgive me and excommunicate me from the shaman community?”

Mujin answered Cheongsu Dojang’s worried question as if it were simple.

“If you don’t accept it, just leave the shaman. Or, Cheongsu Dojang will change the shaman.”

This was something that could be said because it was Mujin.

When Mujin first came to this world, Shaolin was such a tight sect.

“I am… … “Do you mean the recluse?”

“That’s right. “Isn’t a true thief willing to draw his sword to protect the weak and correct wrongdoing?”

Like the main characters in the martial arts magazines he enjoyed watching during his school days.

“And the place where such charlatans gather can be said to be a true political faction.”

Unlike self-proclaimed political faction bastards who only fight for trivial causes.

And this was also a promise I made to myself.

“So, rather than worrying about being scolded by non-partisan adults, wouldn’t it be better to think about how to improve your skills to protect children like that?”

When I first came to this world.

For Mujin, the dark force called Shincheon was an ‘enemy he understood with his head’ that he tried to fight because he had to deal with it in the novel’s development in order to return to modern times.

However, my thoughts changed thanks to what I experienced in Guangxi Province.

And above all, in order to deal with the powerful enemies we will have to face in the future.

“So, in order to improve your skills, what you need now is not to worry about right and wrong.”

“So, what should we do first?”

“Of course, it’s not exercise, right?”

“… … yes?”

“We still haven’t finished today’s quota, so please join us. “Cheongsu Seal.”

Muscle growth is necessary. This was Mujin.

‘I’m not going to do anything.’ ‘If you work hard, such worries won’t even cross your mind.’

It was also a solution based on my own experience.

* * *

After finishing exercising together, Mujin went back to the carriage first.

Cheongsu Dojang, who had been sitting idly in his seat, cooling his sweat, got up and started walking briskly towards the carriage.

The conversation between Mujin and Cheongsu Dojang was mixed with some misunderstanding.

The people who asked Mu Jin if they were worth saving, as mentioned by Dojang Cheongsu, were not the evildoers he encountered in Guangxi Province.

To be exact, their childhood at the Cheongsu Dojo, including them. It was a question I asked while remembering the magic bandits who turned the village into a sea of ​​blood.

I had completely forgotten about it. No, in the memories he had sealed away, he committed murder at the age of only ten.

It was neither a coincidence nor a mistake. He had murderous intent towards his opponent, and the sword he first grabbed moved freely as if it were a lifelong friend and pierced the stomach of that magic enemy.

Even in Gyerim Black Poetry, where he regained his memories, he was blinded by anger and committed massacre.

So, maybe he is a born evil person. This thought penetrated Cheongsu Dojang’s mind.

As a natural villain, I guess he stole the sword by pretending not to know anything from the shaman faction.

If his identity is revealed, wouldn’t he be abandoned by adults in the Shaman faction?

In that case, wouldn’t it be better to throw away the shaman’s sword first before being abandoned?

no.

In the first place, how can it be a sin to kill evil people who are like magic enemies?

I only killed those who deserved to die. So, maybe the monks will forgive me.

Such self-criticism and self-justification were constantly fighting in Cheongsu Dojang’s mind.

However, thanks to the conversation with Mujin, some changes occurred.

The worries didn’t go away.

From the beginning, Mujin’s story was basically ‘Do whatever you want.’

Instead, a more important topic than his current concerns appeared in Cheongsu Dojang’s mind.

‘knight errant… … .’

A person who is willing to pull out his sword for what is right, to prevent the weak from suffering.

So what is the ‘right thing’?

The question that seemed so easy when I was in the independent faction now feels infinitely difficult.

but.

“Brother… … .”

In front of the carriage I walked back to.

When there was a massacre at Socheongmun. He was a child who looked at him with a look of horror. Munhyeok speaks in a timid voice.

“… … “Do you have anything to say?”

The intimidated look seemed as if he was defining himself as a ‘villain’, and cold words came out of Cheongsu Dojang’s mouth without me knowing.

“sorry… … .”

For some reason, a child named Munhyeok suddenly bowed his head and offered an apology to Cheongsu Dojang.

“Why are you apologizing to me for doing something wrong?”

“Hyung, you did it to save us. Well, I did that because I was surprised without realizing it. So I did it wrong… … . And I was grateful.”

While Cheongsu Dojang was unable to do this or that, looking at the child who said that with a timid face, Munhyeok added.

“So, please play with me again. Brother. Don’t avoid it… … . Please don’t throw it away… … .”

Seeing the child speaking in tears, Cheongsu Dojang had no choice but to freeze.

‘ah… … .’

He was an orphaned child. The image of herself falling into her heart seemed to her child to overlap with the memory of losing her family.

“Do I have the will to abandon you? Don’t worry. ha ha ha.”

That’s why Cheongsu Dojang tried his best to laugh heartily.

Yes. He had no time to spend on petty concerns about whether he was a bad person or a good person.

I still didn’t know the answer to what was the ‘right thing’ to do.

“Would you like to come here?”

Like this child named Cultural Hyeok, like the children I saw at Gyerim Heuksi or Socheongmun. And my childhood self. Like Choi Soon-il.

At the very least, you should be willing to draw your sword to protect the vulnerable.

However, because there were so many strong people in Sima Wei Dao, as Mu Jin said, focusing on training while worrying about trivial things was tens of thousands of times more important.

Remembering that promise, Dojang Cheongsu gently hugged Munhyeok.

Mun Hyeok asked while feeling Cheongsu Dojang’s hand.

“… … Brother? “Why are my arms shaking?”

Today was Mujin’s arm exercise day.

* * *

Mujin’s group’s journey from Guangxi Province to Guangdong Province was going fairly smoothly.

Since we were only using the route frequented by slave traders, there was a feeling of going back a little, but in just six days, we were getting close to the route that crossed Guangdong Province and crossed into Jiangxi Province.

This only took so long because the physical strength of the children and Baek Ga-ryeong was limited and the distance traveled per day was limited.

In the first place, Guangdong Province’s inland northern part was very short, and the coastal southern part was very long, so the distance across the northern part was not very long.

And on the mountain road heading north past Shinpung County, located in the south of Gangseo Province, I encountered unexpected people.

“Stop!!”

Mujin and the others looked at their surroundings with bewildered expressions as they heard that voice coming out so confidently.

If the officers had shouted that, I would have been more nervous.

“… … “Why are these bandits so confident?”

Those who stopped them looked like bandits.

However, contrary to the internal laughter that came out, Mujin opened his mouth with a businessman’s expression.

“Oh my, our mountain brothers will be busy, so we will finish the payment quickly and leave.”

Mujin rubbed his hands and took out the pouch from his arms.

Since I had to hide my identity and go back to Namchang, I planned to give the bandits a reasonable amount of money and go back.

In fact, something like this happened a few times on the way here.

The only difference is that most of the bribes were given to government officials rather than bandits.

However, even though Mujin took out his war bag, the man who appeared to be the leader of the bandits shook his head with a grim expression.

“Thank you for your kindness, but I can’t accept it yet!”

“What do you mean by that?”

“This is the name of the person who broke the vote! “Recently, there are a group of people who are imitating our Green Forest and disrupting the territory of the Apostolic Alliance. Let’s make sure they are real and then let them go!”

At the words of the bandit leader, Mujin pretended not to care on the outside and thought to himself.

‘As expected, we were tracked.’

I thought there would be a trace at some point, but it wasn’t anything particularly surprising.

“Please feel free to check it out.”

Some of the bandits who had passed Mujin approached the carriage, removed the badge, and looked inside.

Inside the carriage, of course, women and children whose limbs were tied with handcuffs, shackles, or ropes were trembling with anxious faces.

It was a very natural sight.

Wouldn’t it be weirder if the enslaved women and children were smiling or had relaxed expressions?

“hmm. “I guess they are merchants working for Amcheonhoe.”

When the bandit leader shakes his head at what anyone can see, it looks like a slave trader’s carriage.

“Ukki?”

Linglin, who was in Muhyul’s arms, cried softly.

Well, there was nothing special about a monkey crying, but the bandit leader tilted his head at the sound.

“monkey?”

Afterwards, the shy-looking guy sitting next to me shouted urgently.

“older brother! “I definitely said they were with a red monkey that looked like a spirit creature!”

For a moment, there was a strange tension between the bandits and Mujin’s group.

“Hit!”

“Hit!!”

Without even thinking about who went first, Mujin and the bandit leader shouted at the same time and rushed towards each other.

visor!

puck!!

However, this bandit leader may not have been of high rank in Nokrim, but he was unable to withstand several of Mujin’s attacks and fell down.

After defeating the bandit leader, Mujin glanced at the battle situation, and before he knew it, the Mujabae trio, Lingling, and Cheongsu Dojang were also beating up the bandits.

Among them, the one who particularly stood out in Mujin was Cheongsu Dojang.

‘hmm. It seems like things have gotten better these days, and it looks like he’s shaken it all off to some extent.’

It was not that he only insisted on a straight sword method that was excessively lifelike, nor was he only obsessed with the Taegeukhye sword.

When protecting children and women, he used the Taegeukhye sword to move defensively, and when cutting down bandits, he used the skill of the killing sword to swing a swift single sword.

He seemed to be suffering due to the mental illness, but thanks to getting rid of the mental illness, it looked like his skills would soon improve significantly.

However, the reason why the appearance of the Cheongsu Dojo was most noticeable was not simply because it was outside of the Simma.

‘Hey… … .’

Cheongsu Dojang suffered from mental illness and lost his smile for a while.

While he was using the flesh sword and the Taegeukhye sword alternately, he was smiling broadly.

‘I guess this is a bit… … .’

It was similar to the time when he had a fight with her in the past, when he lived with only a sword.

Suddenly!

“Kaaak!!”

It was a little different that he was cutting off the arms, legs, and heads of the bandits with a smiling face, drunk on swordsmanship.

‘I think I’m screwed… … .’

That was the appearance of an absolute swordsman.

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