Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

58 – Regret, Exhaustion, Awakening (6)

“It’s okay, senior…. But if you’re really sorry, please teach the poor junior. Master escaped midway through, so I couldn’t learn the intensive course of Advancement Bridge.”

Members of a prestigious family such as Soso receive speech training from a young age, so they are polite and take care of themselves even if they refuse because they do not want to go into debt, but there is a high probability that a naive person who is dark in the world will not understand what he is saying.

As a result of talking, Wang Mi-yang is a decent person who knows how to admit mistakes and apologize, but her interpersonal conversation skills don’t seem to be that high.

That’s why I don’t talk about it here with a sense of humility. She had better say clearly what she wanted.

Besides, whether it’s true or not, Wang Miyang and I are of the same forward movement.

It is an extremely common sense situation where a junior who is blocked by a wall due to the disappearance of his teacher asks for a lesson from a senior member of the Munpa.

She had no reason to refuse because it wasn’t that a foreigner asked her to teach her martial arts.

“He is also the first junior I met at Moorim… If you want to learn… I can teach you. That is… therefore….”

Wang Miyang hesitated, tilted her head slightly, and glanced at me. Apparently she doesn’t want to teach me, but she seems to be bothered by something.

“… Aren’t you ashamed of being a progressive church?”

Ah- I wonder if I was paying attention to that.

I, Sama Mancheon, a genius who deceives even the heavens, who proudly put his name on the nameplate of Fudo Myungwang, is the guardian of Murim, who was recognized by Jesus, made Buddha tremble, and made Socrates drink poisoned wine.

Guardians must be fair. You shouldn’t discriminate against your descendants by being tangled up in the past, and you shouldn’t be cruel to them.

And from my point of view, it’s like moon blue chocolate wrappers or crab shells. It doesn’t really matter.

The important thing is that the content is invincible.

Jeonjingyo’s martial arts were worth learning and leaving behind for generations to come.

You can learn such wonderful martial arts. To feel ashamed of worrying about face. It was embarrassing as a Murim person.

I bowed my body and bowed deeply to the young master.

“The martial arts of forward progress are the best in the world. An ugly junior asks for instruction. Please accept me as your disciple.”

Miyang Wang looked down at the tall man who confidently bowed to the young girl without a hint of shame.

‘Forward’s martial arts are the best in the world… How many times have you heard that from someone else’s mouth? ?’

Raise your head and look up at the night sky. Look at the Big Dipper, which illuminates the place to go to those who are lost.

A demonic cult composed of deserted Murim people who betrayed the Segawa sect to which they belonged.

Ilwolsingyo (日月神敎).

His first trip to Murim led his old yet young body to kill his sister-in-law who had fled with the martial arts of the Munpa.

A journey that could lead to death. Is it an arrangement made by Wang Joong-yang, an ancestor of the Gaepa investigation that the pulse of the Munpa should not be cut off?

I was able to reap young juniors who learn by mixing things and talk nonsense, but who are not ashamed of the main text.

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It was also like that when we were talking near the toilet, so Miyang Wang and I moved to a suitable empty lot.

It was a good place to train at night with the large moon and twinkling stars shining through.

Wang Mi-yang took a little time to say that her teacher did not reveal her name, but….

Mancheon, who was the first disciple he acquired in his life and now has the basics, was the most suitable talent to succeed the rise of Jeonjingyo. So, first of all, I decided to teach non-martial arts.

“The martial arts that I will teach you from now on will have a very different result from the martial arts of Jeonjinkyo that you have learned.”

“That word… ?”

Miyang Wang slowly raised her hand and pointed to the Big Dipper, the most sparkling star among countless stars.

“As you know, the symbol of Jeonjin Bridge is the Big Dipper.”

In Moorim, the Big Dipper is not a simple dipper-shaped constellation.

Those who jumped over the wall The symbol of mastery, strong spirit.

Here, Kang (罡) is the Big Dipper, and as you can see from the Chinese character, it means the Big Dipper.

For an ordinary Murim person, meeting an opponent who uses a strong weapon means death, and when a master master pulls out a strong weapon that consumes a lot of internal strength, it is a sign of determination to kill the opponent.

In other words, in Moorim, the Big Dipper is the star of death, and fighting with the Jeonjin-gyo warriors who use the Big Dipper as a symbol meant death.

But to be honest, I didn’t feel that way while learning martial arts.

Although it collects pure energy, the Hyeonmun Jeongjong Naeongsimbeop, which is slower than other munpas, was at a disadvantage in fighting at the same level.

Resonance is obviously an excellent martial art, but rather than killing the enemy directly, it was a defensive martial art to protect one’s own body by wasting away strong power.

At least Cheonkang Beidoujin, which raked 7 to 1 road, was close to the death star, but in terms of team tactics, Shaolin’s 100-eight Nahanjin, surrounded by 100 and 8 people and beaten to death, would be chosen as the strongest martial art in Moorim.

Wait… Maybe that’s why Shaolin is the strongest faction of the political faction, Murim? I realized a great fact.

As I think about this, let’s put on a questionable expression that Jin’s martial arts is strong.

“Because the basic skills are already completed, there is no risk of internal injury even if you learn them… It is better to show than to explain in words.”

Wang Mi-yang is also tired of explaining. To show her how to do it herself, she stretched out her doll-like white hand in the direction of a large rock.

“Look carefully. This is one of the seasons of advancement that made the midfielders tremble.”

I can assure you that it was a mysterious and intense sight that blows away my doubts at once.

Power flows from Wang Mi-yang’s outstretched fingertips. Lightning shoots out.

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To express it accurately, the stems of inner strength spread through the air like lightning falling from the sky.

Lines created by internal force radiating from the hands split the space and spread like a spider’s web.

It shatters the world like broken windows.

Kwagagagak-!!

It moves forward mercilessly, crushing and destroying everything in its path.

A midnight night when the Big Dipper shines and shattered stone dust flies.

Wang Mi-yang proudly introduced the non-martial of the monk to the young disciple who had lost his senses.

“It is a martial arts technique that tramples enemies as lightly as frost and shatters them like pieces of ice.”

Eh… That’s a true visionary… ? Then, what is the non-combatant I’ve known so far… ?

I gently lowered my gaze and looked down at Tagu-chan, a self-proclaimed open-minded non-combatant held in my right hand.

I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I’m sure about today’s work.

Hey- Tagu-chan, you are banished from the martial arts party as of today.

… But thinking about it again. I’m also an early starting member, and I think the banishment was too severe.

I decided to end it by demoting him from soul partner to worker. Anyway, that’s not what’s important now.

Just as I measure whether Jeon Jin’s martial arts is worth learning, I calmly face the sparkling golden eyes as if I were measuring a person’s bowl.

With a confident face, he slowly and confidently limp- limp- narrows the distance and approaches his new partner martial arts.

How dare you try to judge the vessel of the genius Sima Mancheon, who dares to deceive even the heavens… Although he is a great senior and a teacher, I need to show him a little bit of an example.

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Taeeeng… Ideal ice skating rink… It’s too difficult….

I expected that the level of difficulty to learn would be high as it was a great skill at first glance, but it was harder than expected.

First of all, the basic principle is that the space looks like it is split due to the inner hole released as a shock wave using vibration, and it was a tricky ascending martial art to learn that required as much inner hole and detailed qi control as its excellent power.

Wang Mi-yang tilted her head as she looked at Man-cheon, who was flustered because she hadn’t passed the training to break a rock placed on her palm at once by releasing the energy with her hand open.

It may have been mixed with other things, but Danjeon’s internal energy is pure enough and his brain doesn’t look bad. It was a strange thing.

‘… Do you have a bad habit that you don’t even know about?’

Since I have never had a disciple, what should I do in this case? Wang Mi-yang, who was confused, looked closely at Man-cheon and eventually decided to ask the body.

“Stop, I got it. Your level.”

“… Yes?”

“I need to figure out what the problem is. Get your posture.”

I was taken aback by the sudden dance, but it was not common for a master to teach me directly, so I raised my cane and prepared to perform the baton technique.

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To start with the conclusion about the results of the training that started at night, it was a failure to acquire the abnormal ice-breaking field at once.

… And, under the pretext of correcting my bad habit, Wang Mi-yang took Tagu-chan away.