Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 297

◈ Flow (3)

Everyone gathered in front of the house closed their eyes for a moment and were lost in thought.

And after a while. Everyone opened their eyes with a somewhat understanding look on their faces.

It was called the Wuwoldongju (吳越同舟), and it was determined to be on the same boat as the apostates of the Demonic Cult, at least until the power called Shincheon was liquidated.

After all the talks were concluded, on the way out of Gaju Battle.

Mujin had been curious since the middle of the meeting, but asked Zhuge Muhuan what he had not asked because it seemed like it would be a distraction.

“By any chance, the reason you checked to see if King Cheongnae went to Namman at that time was because you expected this to happen from the beginning?”

Just before deciding to join Zhuge Wuhuan.

Zhuge Mu-hwan asked Mu-jin, even emphasizing, ‘This is the most important thing.’ Is it true that King Cheongnae went to Namman?

But after Mujin actually answered that it was right, he said, ‘If that’s the case, that’s okay.’ And she just passed it all along.

As the situation unfolded, Mujin felt as if he had somehow anticipated this situation.

“Hehehe. “I guess you’ve finally realized it.”

Seeing him hiding his true feelings by covering his mouth with a fan, Mujin frowned and asked back.

“What would you have done if King Cheongnae had returned to the Demonic Cult instead of Namman?”

“You are asking the obvious. Of course, after escaping from the Murim Alliance’s netherworld. He must have left Shaolin and gone into seclusion right away. “I have no interest in getting involved in fights where I am sure I will lose.”

In response to his confident answer, Mujin made a bewildered expression.

His brain was also amazing at predicting every situation.

‘How dare you say so confidently that you will betray and run away.’

The pure and blatant desire to survive was also nothing short of amazing.

* * *

After finishing the meeting.

The memorial service began at the party house.

Shaolin and Shaman. Then they gathered the corpses of the Tang family warriors together and set them on fire.

Looking at the huge flames and flowing smoke, people soothed the souls of those who had passed away.

Perhaps, it is believed that the souls of the dead ascend to heaven along with the smoke.

Sounds as if someone was holding back crying could be heard from all over, but no one turned their head to look at the person crying.

It was the anger I had been suppressing for the past few days.

There were many people who died today, but the party had been fending off the attacks of the faction alliance for over 15 days.

While Dangata was turned into ruins by them, how many people must have been sacrificed to stop the offensive of the faction alliance?

Shaolin and shamans also did not suffer much damage so far, but there were several people who lost their lives in the battles of Mt. Jongnam and the Murim League.

It was not simply a memorial service to honor those who died today.

It was also a place to remember those who died in the last war.

In particular, the Tang family had a more solemn atmosphere because Tangak, the eldest member of the family, sacrificed himself to fight.

As the solemn atmosphere matured.

The group held a drink and approached the huge flame.

“Today is a sad day for our party, but it is also a special day.”

He also knew the meaning of this memorial service.

It is a place to go beyond simply remembering those who have passed away, and to prepare the mind to run for tomorrow.

The fact that you shouldn’t just wallow in sadness.

“As everyone here already knows, there is an organization in the current Gangho that manipulates various factions behind the scenes and creates chaos. And today is the day we overcame their plot and achieved victory.”

Is it because of the powerful tone of the party’s defeat team?

Little by little, changes appeared in the eyes of those who were immersed in sadness.

The party leader slowly turned his head and raised his glass as if he wanted to make eye contact with each and every person gathered here.

“So let’s drink! To celebrate today’s victory! To appease those who have left! And to win the war that starts again tomorrow!”

He shouted confidently, then tilted the glass he had raised and took a gulp.

Thanks to Dangak opening the gun, those gathered for the memorial service drank their glasses one by one.

After that, the initial gloomy atmosphere was replaced by a somewhat energetic atmosphere.

Some even forced themselves to shout happily in order to ignore their sadness.

Some even burned their fighting spirit, saying they would take revenge on the enemies who killed their precious executioners.

Mujin was also drinking with a calm expression and enjoying the atmosphere.

It was an unfamiliar feeling.

The sight of monks wearing the same Shaolin robes as themselves drinking together.

Most of the dogs looked awkward as they drank alcohol. Perhaps it was because I had never drank alcohol in my life.

From that perspective. Mujin, Muyul, Mukyung, and Mugung were drinking alcohol very naturally.

‘At least act a little, you guys.’

When Mujin was thinking of such thoughts. She asked Hye-geol, the founder of Muhyul, clearing her throat.

“Hmm. Muyul, isn’t the alcohol bitter?”

To that question, Muhyul, who was drinking alcohol, smiled brightly and answered.

“Hehe. “It’s bitter at first, but once the alcohol kicks in, you feel better, so it’s okay.”

Muhyul discussed Judo with Hyegeol and even offered her a drink.

“Ukki Ukki!”

“no! “My drink!!”

While explaining Judo to Hye-geol, Mu-hyul, who stole a drink from Ling-ling, chases after her.

It was a very outrageous scene, but the atmosphere had relaxed somewhat, so everyone was watching with enjoyment.

‘… … ‘Isn’t that all?’

Hyeon-cheon, the head of Hye-geol or Shaolin. A few other Shaolin adults were seen covering their faces, but since today was a special day, the atmosphere was acceptable.

In fact, Mujin also watched the scene and the corners of his mouth went up.

I felt much more at ease.

After facing Tangak’s death directly, my heart was quite heavy.

When Mujin was drinking and enjoying the atmosphere.

Before he knew it, the party leader came to his side.

After warming up the atmosphere with their first speech, the party leaders went around and had drinks with various people.

After turning around like that, he arrived next to Mujin.

And he immediately drew everyone’s attention with a loud voice.

“ha ha ha. Shaolin dragon! “I was drinking alone here!”

“???”

Mujin wondered why he was speaking so loudly when he could just come and say hello, but he soon realized his intention.

“No, now I should call him Shaolin Fist King instead of Shaolin Divine Dragon. ha ha ha!”

We praise the young man who made the greatest contribution in this war.

In other words, it was to create a hero.

It was a common story. In a war where people are dying in droves, the existence of a hero who can lead the war to victory is bound to be of great strength.

“You’ve accomplished something big this time, so why don’t you say something instead of drinking alone?”

By the time the party’s last words were spoken, the eyes of everyone attending the memorial service were focused on Mujin.

It may have been an uncomfortable amount of attention for some, but Mujin decided to cooperate with the faction’s intentions.

In a way, it was Mujin himself who led the situation to this point.

Since they participated in the war because of their own actions, it was necessary for them to become heroes and lead the war to victory.

Well, there was also something I really wanted to say.

“Hmm.”

When Mujin got up, Dangpaejin poured alcohol into Mujin’s glass. And Mujin lifted the glass and opened his mouth.

“My name is Mujin, the third great disciple of Shaolin.”

“Waaah!”

“Shaolin Fist King!!”

I only said a greeting, but very loud cheers erupted.

“Somehow, I ended up earning the prestigious title of King of Power, but I don’t particularly hold much significance to the nickname. Even if I don’t get the title of King of Kwon, I think it will be enough if I can drive out Shincheon, who is secretly working behind the scenes and harassing the common people, from the central plains.”

As Mujin continued speaking for a long time, all those who were cheering kept their mouths shut and focused on Mujin’s words.

Feeling their eyes on him, Mujin spoke about what he felt.

“Today, I made a pact with Tangak Seonbae. I will protect the party family. And this was not a promise made simply with the party in mind. People who are angry at the evil acts committed so far by an organization called Shincheon. Together with them, we will fight at the forefront until Shincheon is driven out. So that at least one person can get hurt. So, will you fight with me until then?”

At Mujin’s question, everyone who was listening to him raised their glasses.

“We will be together until the end!”

“We will drive out those evil bastards and restore peace to the central plains!”

When everyone seemed ready to drink, Mujin added with a satisfied expression.

“We must move towards a new battlefield tomorrow! So enjoy this moment, but promise me one thing!”

What kind of promise does this suddenly mean?

When everyone is looking puzzled. Mujin opened his mouth.

“Once all those flames are extinguished, then we each go to bed to prepare for tomorrow’s battle. “And please eat a fortune-telling breakfast to drive away all alcohol.”

At Mujin’s words, everyone burst into empty laughter.

It occurred to me that the Shaolin Fist King had a rather meticulous personality, befitting his nickname.

“I will do it!”

“Don’t worry! Ha ha ha ha ha!”

At their reaction, Mujin chuckled, laughed, and finally shouted.

“If we do this, let’s have fun until the flame goes out!”

When Mujin drank first, everyone followed him and drank.

Looking at that scene, Mujin thought.

There was a separate reason why Mujin told him to blow up Jujeong.

Everyone’s muscles must have been overloaded by today’s war. This is because if you drink and sleep during that time, muscle loss may occur.

‘Lose muscle during war, it’s a terrible thing.’

It could be said to be the mindset of a true leader who cares about everyone’s muscles.

* * *

The morning of the next day after the sad yet joyous memorial service. Hundreds of warriors left Tang Street and headed south.

Not everyone in the party moved together.

Some of those who retreated yesterday may be hiding near Chengdu, and additional troops from Shincheon may exist, so troops to guard Tangga were left behind.

After traveling for half a day, they were able to arrive near Emei Mountain.

As they were heading toward South Manchuria, they planned to first clear out Amipa located along the way.

It was called Daedomun Gate, so they climbed the hiking trail towards Amipa with great confidence, but they did not climb in a hasty manner.

They moved cautiously, in preparation for possible traps or formations.

However, perhaps because they were distracted by yesterday’s defeat, there were no traps on the way up the mountain.

Perhaps, like Shaolin, they may have prepared traps and formations on side roads that limit hiking trails.

And before long, Amifa’s prose began to appear in Mujin’s eyes.

Perhaps by scouting from afar, Amipa’s disciples were gathered around the entrance to the mountain gate and were waiting for them, but their number was not that large.

The number is probably a hundred at most.

Mujin, who was looking closely at their faces, nodded.

‘Still, did you leave out the injured and young disciples?’

Among the Amifa disciples around the mountain gate, none of them looked like teenagers.

No, there were only a handful of people who looked like they were in their twenties.

And although there were certainly many people who were injured and not killed in yesterday’s battle, all of those who went out to fight seemed fine.

While Mujin was analyzing the appearance of the Amipa disciples.

Geumseonshinni, Amifa’s long-faced character, took a step forward.

It seemed like he was trying to act confidently, but he seemed uncomfortable somewhere. It seemed like the internal injuries sustained by Mujin yesterday had not yet healed.

“You definitely plan to end our Army.”

“If you were afraid that this would happen, wouldn’t it have been okay if you hadn’t attacked the party in the first place? “A long writer.”

Zhuge Wuhuan answered, gently waving his fan.

“good night! If you guys really consider our Army a thorn in your side, we won’t just tolerate it either! But!”

She cried out with a face that looked as if she was vomiting blood.

“If you guys still call yourself a political faction, then you shouldn’t mess with your young disciples! “If you do that, I will curse you in my hell!”

Mujin frowned at Amipa Jang Mun-in’s shout.

Mujin also had no intention of killing the children.

Of course, looking at it rationally, there is a high possibility that it will become the cause of trouble in the future, but touching young children was an act that Mujin absolutely abhorred.

Nevertheless, there was another reason why Mujin frowned.

“It’s absurd. If anyone hears this, they will think that we are a group of thugs gathered to harass Amifa. “Wasn’t it you who attacked first?”

They did the work themselves, lost the battle, and now they treat us like homicidal maniacs who kill children.

The moment when Geumseonshinni was about to respond to Mujin’s criticism.

Pot!

Suddenly, three spirits climbed the wall of Amipa and flew through the air, landing between the Amipa disciples and Mujin.

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