Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

29 – My sister is an overseas Chinese (7)

“Is it safe?”

-No. It’s too simple.

“It was a beautiful song. You must be an older brother who can sing well.”

-No. It sounds like you’re telling me to call you back later. It’s shallow.

“… It’s annoying.”

Gazing at her mirror and practicing her greetings in preparation for meeting Mancheon, Hwahwa soon let out an annoyed sigh.

She gets annoyed with herself practicing greetings in excitement when she barely loses her composure to a song like that. And what annoys her the most is that Mancheon will be playing the pipa with her carefree face while she is worried like this.

… But will it really be carefree?

A flash like a sudden spark flashes in my head. It is a change of thinking.

I didn’t care about other people’s eyes, and I couldn’t even hear the answer to the song I sang to convey my heartbreaking love, and I was barred from the doorstep.

If… It’s a very, very, very, very unlikely thing, but I confessed my love to my older brother.

If my brother ran away without answering him, I would have burned him to death out of shame and loss, and I would have followed him and hanged him.

In other words, my brother must be in a very embarrassing state right now. She’ll be kicking the futon.

Then now is the time to win. Brother’s attack ended in failure. The current tailwind of the love front flowed into me. Now it’s my turn to attack.

“Did you think you could win the heart of Sama Yeomhwa with just a few good songs? Keep your dreams wild.”

Looking into her mirror, she gently twists her head and raises her left hand to slightly cover her lips. She smiles

“There is no room for that, so please work harder.”

-Good. This is it. Perfect.

Any further worries were a waste of time, so Hwa-hwa spurred through her door and walked in a straight line toward Man-cheon’s room with her graceful steps.

A big blow to the evil brother who has stirred people’s hearts with a careless face until now.

A haughty and pleasant smile hangs at the corners of Hwa-hwa’s mouth.

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None. Thousands are invisible Of course it’s not in the room, and I’ve been to places I usually go, but I can’t see it. Where did you disappear to?

‘… You couldn’t have run away just because it was a car, right?’

Manchun had been quietly approaching Hwahwa even if he didn’t bother looking for it. Maybe that’s why, because I can’t see it, the vacancy feels bigger.

Originally, I thought it was a spacious house, but for some reason, it feels bigger and colder today.

Let’s stand still in the hallway with a dark face. While she was cleaning, a maid came up to her with a questioning face and spoke to her.

“My lady, are you looking for something?”

“No-.”

Hwahwa smiled kindly as usual and said, “It’s okay. Don’t mind her’ – she tried to say, but what came out of her mouth was something else.

“That… Where is Mancheon brother right now?”

***

Regularly check the number of bags of soybean flour, bags of rice, and other preserved foods.

“Um~ everything fits perfectly.”

I finish checking the second food warehouse I made in the back mountain in case there is a fire at home. In the first place, there are servants who manage them separately, so there is no need for me to check them.

I just need an excuse to go up the hill behind her to avoid her mother’s eyes, so I’m checking it this way.

“Then I’ll go for a walk. You guys go down first.”

Leave the key to the warehouse to the servants who came up together and climb the mountain alone.

When I was small, I was able to practice martial arts in my room without my family knowing. It’s not easy when you get older and bigger.

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Climbs a mountain with a limp. Because he is wearing thin clothes with weights attached to the inside of his clothes, he is quite strong. You can climb up comfortably if you use internal energy, but since this is a training to train basic physical strength, then it is meaningless.

I practiced martial arts on my own as well as what my master always emphasized. I’m sure you realize that the basics are important. If you lack the foundation, you can’t do anything no matter what you try.

Let’s sweat and advance. Soon there will be an empty space suitable for training. It is my own little secret training ground.

I haven’t been able to invest much time in martial arts training these days because I’ve been taking care of fire. I’m going to catch up and train hard today.

First, spread the batting stick with only your right hand. It unfolds well without difficulty as it is a martial art that can be said to be a soul partner who has invested the most time.

Now, on the other hand, I only open the batting stick with my left hand. Herbivores unfold at the same speed as the right hand. At first, the herbivorous movement was slow with the left hand, but it is a great development.

Right hand, left hand, alternately repeat the strokes of the batting stick taught by the master from beginning to end.

When the opponent is bigger than me, when I’m small, when I’m standing on a high hill, when I’m standing on a low place, when I’m fighting on an unstable ground, etc.

They fight by creating many virtual enemies, but they still have one thing in common. What I imagine are enemies many times stronger than me, those who competed martial arts with Master.

Recalling the many martial arts masters that Master showed us, we fight against their swords, spears, and fists.

… It’s embarrassing, but I’ve never won. It’s not enough to beat these people, and it’s not enough to steal martial arts.

I take a moment to catch my breath and wipe the sweat running down my sleeve. My body felt good. Fresh air fills the lungs.

It feels good. If it’s today, I feel like I’ll be able to complete the double-handed pumpkin.

Concentrate your mind and divide your mind into two parts, no more and no less.

Right- Tagubongbeop (打狗棒法), Left- Gongmyeongkwon (空明拳).

Enter different herbivores on both arms. Unleash different martial arts at the same time without any error.

… And as it was, the herbivorous food was twisted, and as a result of the arms moving randomly, the center of gravity of the body was messed up and he fell.

Lying sprawled on the dirt floor, I blankly look up at the blue sky.

Double Pumpkin… How does this bastard bounce like this? Huh? Very cute

Just try to master it. Like the real King Sejong who pampered Hwang Hee-jeong, I will continue to use it until the beef bone broth stops coming out.

“… Ha.”

A weary sigh comes out. Once the flow is interrupted, fatigue sets in. Sticky sweat crawls all over the body. I feel bad.

… Come to think of it, there was a river a little further from here. Shall we go and take a nap?

***

I went to wash my sweat in the cool river, but unfortunately there were passengers.

A muscular man with long hair for a monk and short hair for a normal person, who seemed to be in his mid to late thirties, was bathing in the flowing river with his top uncovered.

Even at first glance, he had an unusual appearance, but what was more unusual was that he had a large tattoo on his back.

It was a tattoo in which a grim-looking giant with fire wrapped around his body was sitting heavily in zazen holding a flaming sword. It looks a bit like the picture of the Four Heavenly Kings that you see when you go to a temple.

“Your tattoo is great. Did you engrave the Four Heavenly Kings of Buddhism?”

To my question, the tattooed man turned his body to look at me and answered calmly. The man’s voice was as deep and serious as it seemed.

“Similar but different. It’s not Buddhism, it’s engraved with one of the five great esoteric kings, Bubu Myungwang.”

It’s Fudo Myungwang~ After hearing about it, it’s definitely a tattoo I’ve seen before. It was usually tattooed on the back of the main character in yakuza manga or by the boss of a hostile organization.

Since this is the world of Moorim, there are no yakuza men, and I think it was probably engraved with a religious meaning.

“Anyway, it’s cool. Then take a good bath.”

My curiosity was also answered, and I didn’t want to wash in the same river with a muscular man, so I heard a voice from behind calling me to stop me when I was about to go down the mountain.

“I want to ask you something. Is the time okay?”

“Ah… yes. If I know anything, I’ll answer. Ask.”

It wasn’t polite for me to talk to you first and then ignore you, so I turned around and looked at the man. Then, the man with the tattoo put his hands together, bowed lightly to me, and walked out of the water.

Even when I saw it from a distance, I thought it was a great muscle. Up close, he could see the greater density of his muscles. And unexpectedly, he had straight and kind eyes in contrast to his rugged appearance.

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He was very tall again. He didn’t look as good as Master, but he looked at least one hundred and ninety.

As I looked up at the man, he sat down on a nearby flat stone, eye level with me.

“First, let me briefly introduce myself. I am the guardian of the esoteric religion, Mukgang (墨強).”

I just introduced you by name. The air around you becomes heavy. It gets hot.

“And I came to this village to kill the monster of the Baehwagyo. Have you ever seen a monster?”

It’s a strange word, but for some reason, the images of Bubu Myungwang and Mukgang, which we saw earlier, seem to overlap.