Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 172

◈ Exchange (4)

Yang Dong-myeong, whose face quickly became gaunt, promised to exchange the various herbal medicine recipes from the Danpung Yang family and the medical techniques of the musculoskeletal clinic, and quickly left.

It was because of the fear that if it went on any longer, not only herbal medicine but also acupuncture would be stolen.

And after Yang Dong-myeong left, Ryu Seol-hwa, who had been tormenting him so excitedly, asked Mu-jin.

“Did you, by any chance, deliberately make such a suggestion to Elder God in order to help me?”

Even though the Danpung Yang family’s herbal medicine recipe could further increase the strength of Shaolin disciples, when the level of musculoskeletal treatment clinics increased through exchanges with the Danpung Yang family, it was naturally Ryu Seol-hwa who benefited most directly.

“… … Well, isn’t it just that good things are good things?”

Mujin knew the other person’s feelings and had no intention of accepting them just yet, so he made a reasonable response.

“If it was because of the ‘debt’ I mentioned last time, then there was no need to do that.”

Even though it wasn’t necessary, it seemed like he was trying his best to extract sweet water from the maple trees.

Instead of pointing out that part, Mujin just answered with a humble expression.

“I won’t be able to return the debt I owed to this extent. This is just a token of gratitude. So, don’t worry.”

* * *

Apart from the medical exchange with Yang Dong-myeong, Mu-jin began to spend each day busy with rehabilitation.

In addition to regularly absorbing protein six times a day, I also exercised every day according to a very well-planned schedule.

“Hmph!”

“Haaah!!”

However, that harsh sound of cheering did not come from Mujin’s mouth.

‘… … ‘Did everyone eat something wrong?’

At the place where Mujin was looking with those thoughts in mind, the Mujabae trio and Cheongsu Dojang were repeatedly grinding iron while sweating profusely.

They were the latter-day exponents of a prestigious sect, and they trained steadily in their own way, but just looking at them, the intensity was much higher than what Mujin remembered.

* * *

When Mujin opened his eyes for the first time after being treated by Yang Dongmyeong.

The Mujabae trio and Cheongsu Dojang, who had left the palace and left Mujin, who had fainted while crying out for muscle loss, all looked relieved.

But the relieved expression only lasted for a moment.

Mu-gyeong opened her mouth with a bitter expression.

“Honestly, I wasn’t happy that priest Mujin treated me like a child, but this time I realized it for sure. “Why did Mujin do that?”

Everyone seemed to agree with Mu-gyeong’s words, and everyone had expressions similar to Mu-gyeong’s.

Ever since I was young, I had spent my life alone in the mountains and training.

I didn’t know that there were so many evil people living in the world, and I didn’t know that among those evil people, there were many masters.

No, I heard the story about the existence of Maduna and the evil enemy from the monks, but it didn’t make much sense to me because I only heard it through words.

“As you all know, my ancestor, Monk Hyegwan, is known in the world as Anti-Mabultoe and is in charge of punishing evil enemies and demons. And, I will probably take that path too. In the process, I realized that I might meet someone like Go Soo, who hurt Mujin.”

“Why are you suddenly saying that? “Priest Mu-gyeong.”

When Mugung, who was quietly listening to Mu-gyeong’s story, asked, Mu-gyeong spoke with a determined expression.

“Anyway, Mujin’s treatment is showing signs of improvement, so from now on, I think it would be better to concentrate on training instead of worrying about Mujin.”

It was a remark to criticize the fact that over the past few days, I had been worrying about the details of Mujin, so I could not do anything but just walk around the shrine.

To Mu-gyeong’s words, Cheongsu Dojang shook his head and agreed.

“You are correct. “I also realized that my sword is still far from being able to protect someone.”

It was a Cheongsu seal that suddenly appeared and cut the sword in two with just two strokes.

If Mu-jin had not tied him up in a way that risked his life, it would have been impossible to protect Baek Ga-hwan or Joo Gyeong-il.

“hmm. Rather than just waiting, Mujin would rather train.”

Mugung also agreed with the two’s opinions, and naturally the three Mujabae and Cheongsu Dojang began training in earnest after that.

“Hmph!”

“Ha!”

Day and night, they trained their external skills by lifting objects much heavier than the iron balls they had lifted before Yongbongjihoe, and they trained their martial skills by competing with each other in their spare time.

“Cheongsu Dojo. “Can you possibly learn something?”

“ha ha ha! If you are a bimu, you are always welcome. “Infinite Buddha.”

Mu-gyeong and Cheong-su Dojang, who suddenly started fighting like a city-administrator who gets into a fight just because they made eye contact while walking down the street, kept their distance and took a stand.

“going!”

And Mu-gyeong rushed towards Cheongsu Dojang first.

Pot!

In the air, various martial arts that Mu-gyeong had learned or stolen began to appear, and Cheongsu Dojang naturally began to channel those martial arts with the new sword provided by Cheonryu Merchant Marine.

Mu-gyeong.

In fact, he had one concern that he couldn’t tell anyone.

To be precise, an important fact I learned during this journey.

Mu-gyeong said as if it was natural that she would succeed Hye-gwan, but there was an error in that.

In Shaolin, there was no law that required one to belong to the same party as his teacher or founder.

Nevertheless, the reason Mu-gyeong said this was because this incident made her realize an important fact.

The fact that he could never become an ordinary monk.

The bandits of Nokrim, Socheongmun, and the human traffickers of Heuksi.

When he found out about the evil deeds they had committed, a deep murderous intent would creep up from deep inside Mu-gyeong’s mind.

Mu-gyeong even felt a strange sense of pleasure in the process of killing the terrible villains he encountered in Guangxi Province.

It may be that one’s innate nature itself cannot be controlled.

“Ha!”

Swish!

As Mu-gyeong recalled those moments while dancing, Hye-gwan’s image naturally appeared in her mind.

‘thanks… … I don’t lose, but I understand now. Sajo.’

Every time the murderous intent and pleasure raised his head, Hye-gwan’s voice would be heard in his hallucinations, and the hallucinatory pain of being beaten by Hye-gwan would come, and the eyes that were about to turn back would turn once more and return to normal.

Additionally, immediately after obtaining pleasure from murder, I felt the heightened murderous intent subside.

Yes. His natural destiny was leading him to walk the path of a ghost.

‘If you are destined to live by killing someone anyway… … I would rather walk the path of Sura, seeking out and killing the wicked.’

Mu-gyeong, who had made up her mind during the dance, gradually began to mix spraying with martial arts.

For Mu-gyeong, bimu was a training exercise to control oneself and punish ‘evil’ in order to avoid falling into murderous intent and mania.

Just like I learned from Hyegwan Sajo.

When Moo-gyeong opened his arms as if it were a life-or-death situation rather than a political dance, Cheongsu Dojang burst out in joyful laughter.

“ha ha ha! very good!”

Geomchi just thoughtlessly liked the ‘sword’. Cheongsu Seal.

He got to see the ‘world’ with Mujin, just as Unheo Jinin had hoped.

However, the world he saw was closer to ugliness than beauty.

The sword of Cheongsu Dojang, which had been drawing water from Mu-gyeong in a circular motion for a long time, suddenly made a straight line and flew towards Mu-gyeong’s heart.

Pot!

A murderous sword with clear murderous intent.

Cheongsu Dojang thought. Protecting the weak is a priority, but killing those who try to bully the weak can prevent a recurrence.

That was the conclusion that Cheongsu Dojang came to after observing the world.

* * *

At Mugyeong’s suggestion, about 15 days had passed since we all began to focus on training together.

While practicing repeatedly, Mugung had a problem.

The two groups that showed the greatest success in this training were Cheongsu Dojang and Mugyeong.

Of course, both of them were naturally talented, but Mugung felt that the biggest difference lay elsewhere.

‘What path should I take… … .’

In between training sessions. Or, in the process of recovering immediately after the secret service, Cheongsu Dojang and Mugyeong often talked about such things.

Mu-gyeong wants to learn martial arts to kill Sima Oedo. And the Cheongsu Dojang, which seeks to protect the weak from evildoers.

Unlike the two who interacted and developed martial arts with a clear direction, he was simply following the martial arts he had learned in Shaolin.

Feeling the limitations of finding the answer alone, Mugung asked the two.

“Hmm. How did you two become convinced that that direction was the right direction?”

However, Mugung’s answer was quite mysterious for Mugung to understand.

“I just decided to accept my fate. Death penalty.”

“fate?”

“… … There is such a thing.”

It was Moo-gyeong who could not bring himself to say that he was born with the fate of a murderer. So, I expressed it in a somewhat rounded way.

“It’s just that I accepted my fate and chose a positive direction.”

Next, Cheongsu Dojang opened his mouth, but it was a story that did not particularly resonate with Mugung.

“I just enjoy practicing swordsmanship. Mugung Do-nim.”

It was a type of martial arts training that I almost never thought was fun.

I just trained with the thought of becoming a master and making a name for myself in the world.

“If the sword is just good, there’s no need to take that path, right? “Cheongsu Seal.”

“Anything that involves sword training is fun, but it’s just more fun to protect the weak than to kill someone. ha ha ha.”

“surely… … “The more enjoyable one, the more attractive it is.”

Mu-gyeong responded with a strange expression to Cheongsu Dojang’s words.

There was a difference in that while Cheongsu Dojang had more fun protecting, Moo-gyeong had more fun killing.

“It’s joy… … .”

After finishing the conversation with the two, Mugung was worried.

What did you enjoy doing?

Another 15 days passed amid such worries, and Mugung came to his own conclusion.

“It’s Mugung. Lord Baek Ga-hwan.”

“Thank you for today too. Monk Mugung.”

In response to Mugung’s greeting, Baek Ga-hwan opened the door of the palace and welcomed him.

Major Baek was lying in the center of the room.

After finishing morning training. And after finishing the afternoon training. Treating Baek Ga-ryeong twice a day was Mugung’s daily routine.

However, it was not just about infusing her with heat energy like before.

“Have you had a bit of breakfast? Lord Baek Ga-ryeong.”

Baek So-ryeong shakes his head slightly in response to Mugung’s question.

And Baek Ga-hwan, who was watching the situation from the side, came over, supported Baek Ga-ryeong and helped her sit cross-legged.

As Baek Ga-ryeong struggled to cross-legged and assume a posture, Mugung sat down behind her and placed her hand on her back.

“let’s begin.”

“yes.”

After hearing a small reply from the helpless Baek Ga-ryeong, Mugung sent internal energy to her back through Jangsim.

The inner energy of Mugung penetrated into her blood vessels and began to rotate her body regularly along specific blood vessels, fighting against the yin energy that occupied every part of her body.

Jingidoin (true energy).

Mugung was in the process of performing an Iljucheon movement on her body with her internal energy according to the guidance of Yeolyang Gong, one of Shaolin’s internal energy skills.

As Mugung’s hot inner qigong heated her cold, hardened acupuncture points, a very small energy began to move from her Danjeon.

It was the very small amount of energy she had accumulated over the past few days.

Mugung still placed his hand on her back and watched her inner energy move.

It wasn’t that she was afraid that she might move her inner energy in the wrong direction.

Her intelligence is at a level that cannot be compared to anyone else Mugung has ever encountered.

It took Mugung several days to understand and memorize the verses of Yeolyanggong, but he was able to understand and memorize them all after hearing them only once.

Nevertheless, the reason why I am observing her condition like this.

“Sigh!”

Like now, when the blood vessels are consumed by the negative energy again and become cold. This was because she could not get through it with her weak internal strength.

Each time, Mugung prayed a few times to warm up her blood vessels with his inner strength.

Baek Ga-ryeong, who completed Sojucheon twice according to Yeolyanggong’s guidance, exhaled ‘hot’ breath and caught his breath.

And after finishing the fortune-telling breakfast, she turned around, feeling a little more comfortable, and looked at Mugung, who was sitting behind her.

“Huanmuchi (厚顔無恥). “Sipsangshi (十常侍).”

“It is a story of how shamelessly I receive help from monk Mugung, who is already busy with his training, as if I were a sipsangshi from the time of the Han Dynasty.”

Mugung smiled softly and responded to Baek Ga-hwan’s interpretation.

“How can you compare Baek Sojeo with those people? They forcibly took what belonged to others, but helping Baek Sojeo is something I do because I want to. Amitabha Buddha.”

This was sincere.

In the first place, there was no need to treat her and teach her Yeoyanggong.

The Yeoyanggong that Mugung began to teach her was not the Seventy-Twelve Masters of Art.

And for the treatment of heat in musculoskeletal clinics, Shaolin gave heat-yanggong to lay disciples.

In other words, the lay disciples were fully capable of taking care of her, but Mugung only stepped forward on their behalf.

“Burden. “I’m sorry.”

“There is no need to feel burdened. “It’s just something I do because it’s fun.”

Mugung was, in a sense, a late member of a common political faction who dreamed of becoming a martial arts master.

And on this journey, rob Shintubidong, fight against bandits and blacksmiths, etc. In many ways, I was able to experience things that seemed like something out of a street charlatan.

But why? Treating her was more rewarding than fighting with someone or exploring the places where her spirit resided.

I realized the joy I felt from helping others.

Was Mugung’s sincerity conveyed?

“thank you.”

As she felt much more comfortable and showed a sincere smile, a happy smile appeared on Mugung’s lips as well.

fantasy, martial arts, fusion,