Genius Martial Arts Trainer Chapter 338

◈ The Battle of Jeongsa (2)

The next morning.

After finishing the meeting and taking a short break, Mujin went to the pavilion where Mugun was resting.

When I arrived near the hospital, I saw Mu-gyeong walking from the opposite direction.

“The meeting seemed to last quite late yesterday. Did you get any sleep?”

To Mu-gyeong’s question, Mu-jin shrugged his shoulders.

“So what? I was planning to come see you anyway because of what came up at the meeting, so that’s good.”

Could it be because Mujin and Mukyung were talking without hiding their presence?

The door to the infirmary opened gently, revealing Mugung.

“Infinite punishment!”

“… … Are you okay?”

Mujin and Mukyung, who were thought to have not yet recovered, looked at Mugoong with surprised faces.

He was wearing white clothes over his body, wrapped in bandages from the wounds he had received from the assassins.

To the two priests who looked at him with surprised faces, Mugung covered his mouth with his index finger and said.

“Lady Baek Ga-ryeong is sleeping, so speak softly.”

As he said that, Mugung carefully closed the door and spoke calmly.

“The coin possession is over. Once the wounds heal, you’ll be fully recovered.”

Mujin nodded at Mu-gung’s answer and spoke in a similarly small voice.

“It was a stopgap measure used because I couldn’t immediately obtain elixirs containing yang or yin energy, but it seems to have been effective.”

“… … You could say that I survived thanks to Miss Baek Ga-ryeong.”

“Young Lady Baek Ga-ryeong also survived thanks to you, Mugung.”

Mugung nodded at Mujin’s words.

Moo-kyung, who had been watching the conversation between the two, soon tilted his head as if he was puzzled.

“But why do you look so tired, Death Sentence? Aren’t you still feeling unwell?”

Contrary to his words of pretending to be fine, Mu-gung’s eyes were bloodshot and there were black patches of fatigue hanging under his eyes.

Anyone who looked at him could tell that he had stayed up all night.

“Executioner. If you are not feeling well, we will leave now. Please rest more inside.”

To Mu-gyeong’s kind suggestion, Mugung responded as if he was starting a game.

“Okay, it’s okay!”

“… … You don’t look okay.”

“Oh, that’s okay!”

Moo-kyung couldn’t understand why Mugung avoided resting so much.

“Hehehe.”

On the other hand, Mujin was smiling sinisterly as if he understood the situation.

Feeling as if Mujin had caught his weakness again, Mu-gung coughed in vain and tried to change the subject.

“Ahem. It seems like there was a meeting going on. Is there anything you can tell us about?”

Instead of teasing Mugung, Mujin answered the question first.

However, I had no intention of telling the whole story about the imperial family or the hidden pearl in Beijing.

It’ll just give you a useless headache.

“I plan to strike the Apostolic Union soon.”

At Mujin’s brief explanation, Mu-gung and Mu-gyeong’s expressions became serious.

“As a result of the meeting, we decided to leave the Nachal Witch side to Namcheonhoe. Our side will first deal with the general voter, and then proceed to finish off Hyukjin River, which Namgung is dealing with.”

As a result of the meeting, it was decided to put the task of persuading Namgung Se-ga on hold for now.

Since Namgung Se-ga was after Hyukjin River anyway, they decided to leave them alone and have Jeongmu Alliance and Namcheonhoe deal with the Tongpyo faction and Nachalmae witch first.

Mugung tilted his head at Mujin’s brief explanation.

“Who plans to deal with the total voter turnout?”

“I.”

At Mujin’s confident answer, a worried look appeared on Mu-gung’s face.

But that wasn’t what worried Mujin.

“So, should we just fight the underlings protecting the general and clear the way?”

“yes.”

“… … It seems like the damage to Namgung’s side will be significant.”

The Apostolic Union is a huge group.

Although it is represented by Hyukjin Kang, Chongpyopaja, and Nachalma Witch, there are countless Sapa masters working under them.

In addition to Hyukjin River, if Namgung Se-ga stood alone against the masters supporting Hyukjin River, it would inevitably cause considerable damage.

And this is the same for the total voter and the Nachal witch.

“Namgung’s pride is also a problem, and this is the best way to reduce the damage on our side.”

If you think about what happened after the Apostolic Union, this was the best way to minimize damage.

While the masters of the Jeongmu Alliance are fighting against the subordinates of the General Pasha and the warriors of the Sado League.

The main outline of the plan was for Mujin to step forward and deal with the traitor.

Because the only one who was considered capable of fighting the total voter in the current political alliance was Mujin, who was also called the rising priest.

There was no need for Mujin to deal with the total votes alone.

If they simply held out while forming an equal number of units, the chances of the battle turning out in their favor were much higher.

I don’t know about the entire Apostolic Alliance. The number of masters belonging to the Political Alliance was much greater than the number of masters led by the General Principal.

Meanwhile.

After hearing Mujin’s explanation, Mugung thought for a moment and then carefully opened his mouth.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to distribute personnel if you, Mujin, instead of dealing with the general voter, had someone else deal with it?”

“Who are you going to leave it to?”

Mugung paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and answered.

“I.”

A guy with wounds all over his body and a history of possession by a coin demon, who wants to fight the gunman again?

“… … I understand that you’re upset because it happened to you once, but why don’t you just endure it?”

As Mujin answered while looking over the bandages covering Mu-gung’s entire body, Mu-gung shook his head.

“It’s not because of revenge. I’m saying this because I think it’s worth a try. To be exact, it would be difficult for me alone, but I think it would be worth a try with the help of Priest Mu-gyeong.”

Mugung thought back to the fight with the General Pasha last night.

Because it seemed that only then would I be able to ignore the skin of others that constantly touched my skin.

Anyway, after reviewing the battle all night, I came to the conclusion that although it would be difficult to win against the total voter, I could somehow endure it.

Because in the battle that day, I managed to get over the wall.

In return, I fell into the possession of the coin, but now I have escaped it thanks to Baek Ga-ryeong.

Mugung was sure that he had not rolled back off the wall, but was still standing on the other side of it.

Mujin gathered his thoughts as he looked at Mu-gung, who was looking at him with a serious face.

‘Hmm. I didn’t realize it then because I collapsed right away… … .’

Somehow, compared to a few days ago, my prayers felt much more stable and deeper.

‘Certainly. If both Mu-gyeong and Mu-gung can tie up the gunpowder, I can move separately, so the damage can be greatly reduced.’

Even as he thought about such calculations, Mujin looked at Mugung as if he was testing him and had a staring contest.

Perhaps it was because he had once been on the brink of life and death. His reaction was somehow different from usual.

Despite Mujin’s serious and burdensome gaze, Mugung received it with a calm face.

“Okay. I’ll talk to the General.”

As if he had passed the test of infinity, Mugung nodded his head slightly with a soft smile that did not suit his face.

It would be nice to see the death penalty grow in a way that is not typical of death penalty.

Suddenly, seeing Mugung acting like an adult, Mujin opened his mouth again, feeling a sense of playfulness.

“Still, it’s fortunate that you said you’d deal with the General Pyo-pa-ja and not the Nachal Witch.”

“Why? Wasn’t it known that the Nachal Witch was stronger than the General?”

When Mugung asked with a puzzled expression, Mujin answered with a sly smile.

“You’re weak to beauty tricks.”

Mugung, who had been acting like an adult for a while, answered angrily.

“Ugh, you’re weak to beauty tricks! And, I heard that the witch is over 50 years old, but even so, that’s a bit… … .”

“Even if you’re over fifty years old, you can still use the magic of transformation, right? If you disguise yourself as a beautiful woman of your age, wouldn’t you lose your mind?”

“Ahem. Did you know that I would fall for something like a beauty trick?”

“Hmm. Who was it in Namman who almost fell into a state of magic while practicing lightness because of Surinya?”

“That, that was a long time ago! Now that I’ve reached a higher level, beautification doesn’t work.”

Mujin snorted at the sight of Mu-gung shouting confidently.

“Didn’t that guy get any sleep last night?”

“That, that is… … .”

When Mugung hesitated, at a loss for words to respond.

With a small friction sound, the closed door opened and Baek Ga-ryeong, wrapped in a blanket, peeked her face out of the door.

It seemed like I woke up to the sound of the three of them talking.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Miss Baek. It seems we were too noisy while you were resting.”

When Mujin came forward and apologized to her first, she smiled faintly and shook her head.

“no.”

And she asked in a low voice.

“By the way, who is this woman named Surinya that I met in Namman?”

Why is that?

“If Monk Mugung was almost possessed by a demonic spirit, she must have been a woman with strong s*xual desire.”

It was clear that he was smiling softly and asking quietly, but for some reason, I felt a cold chill descending.

Mu-gyeong, who knew nothing, thought.

I wonder if her seven-syllable pulse has become much more serious.

* * *

From that day on, Mujin devoted himself to training.

After returning to the Jeongmu Alliance, I taught external exercises to the Shinsungdae members in the morning, and after lunch, I focused on my own strength training.

‘You can become stronger.’

Having confirmed the possibility of Okgeumganggong, Mujin lifted the iron block with a brighter face.

Since he always seemed happy when he was playing the guitar, other people didn’t notice much of a difference.

And in the afternoons after finishing the ironwork, he would practice martial arts.

It was thanks to this that I was able to find a rough clue to developing the Mu Sang Shin Kwon through the Mu Gyeong.

On the evening of the fifth day, as we were training hard to prepare for war,

Baek Ga-ryeong, who had recovered and started military activities under Zhuge Wuhuan, came to visit Mujin’s residence.

“What brings you here at this hour, Miss Baek?”

The question was whether he had come for the Mugung or for military business.

And fortunately, her goal was the latter. There was no point in asking Mujin for that kind of advice in the first place.

“The Namcheonhoe accepted our proposal. They are planning to hold a training camp in three days.”

“We also need to prepare for battle on that date.”

She nodded at Mujin’s words and added some more information.

“And it was decided to leave the task of the general vote to Monk Mu-gyeong and Monk Mugung.”

Perhaps out of concern for Mugung, Baek Ga-ryeong’s expression darkened for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure.

“Rather than expecting the two monks to win, I think we can achieve a great victory by just tying up the generals. Hwangbo Gaju is also planning to join us on that battlefield.”

Mujin frowned at the unexpected information.

“That man. Is he still in the political alliance?”

He was beaten by a junior of the same age as his father and passed out, foaming at the mouth.

If it was that much of a disgrace, Mujin thought he should have returned to Shandong right away.

Of course, the later indices of Hwangbo Sega were still visible in Shinsungdae. However, I just thought that Hwangbo Ak might not have returned.

“Yes. He lost to Monk Mujin and seems to have given up his position as leader, but he seems to have wanted to achieve great things in war and increase the influence of the Hwangbo family in the political alliance.”

“That guy is an idiot anyway, so it doesn’t matter, but doesn’t he have a swindler next to him?”

It was a difficult project in many ways.

If I were to kill him, I would have a fight with Hwangbo Se-ga, but if I were to try to persuade him with words, he was so ignorant that I doubt I would be able to communicate with him.

To Mujin’s worries, Baek Ga-ryeong responded with a smile that was not typical of her.

“The General said so. He said that there is no one easier to exploit than a Se-jak whose identity has been revealed.”

Now that I look at it, it was an imitation of Zhuge Wuhuan’s signature fake smile.

“Oh, and since Hwangbo Se-ga is joining them, Monk Mu-jin will head to the other side.”

When Mujin looked at her with a somewhat curious expression, she answered calmly.

“You can lead half of the members of the Holy Spirit Corps and go to Namgung Sega’s side to provide support.”

“I don’t think the Namgung family will welcome it.”

“That’s why we’re sending them to the Shinsungdae, a group of late-comers. The commander-in-chief thought that if we praised them appropriately by saying, ‘This place seems safe, so we came here to gain practical experience as late-comers.’, it would work.”

“Hmm. And I’m going to watch the situation for a while, and then join in to help when the Inspector General is being pushed back by Hyukjin Kang.”

It seemed that Jegal Mu-hwan had come up with a trick to persuade Namgung Se-ga.

After everyone had talked about the war, Mujin asked Baek Ga-ryeong.

“So, what brings you here? If it’s something like this, I don’t think it would matter if the General Commander came in person.”

During that time, Zhuge Wuhuan would always personally inform Wu Jin of important matters related to the battle.

It was said that there was no need for her to come in person.

Was Mujin’s prediction correct? Baek Ga-ryeong opened her mouth cautiously, lowering her voice even further.

“I got a letter from my brother.”

Her older brother, Baek Ga-hwan, was currently with Do-wol-cheon.

Like her, it was very likely that he was serving in some sort of staff or military role in the Namcheonhoe.

“Is there any problem with Namcheonhoe?”

She shook her head at Mujin’s worried voice and answered.

“I have received word from Prince Do-wol-cheon that he seems to have been having a lot of trouble with his martial arts recently. My brother has sent a letter to Monk Mu-jin, wondering if he might know the solution.”

Fantasy, Wuxia, Fusion,