Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

74 – Execution Priest (11)

A cool wind brushes my neck.

While setting the mood, something was unusual from the time he appeared, but I didn’t expect him to throw a fastball like that.

Anyway, to that question, ‘Yes! I’m a Moorim public disciple!’

‘Master, I’m sorry. I’ll be filial later.’

After enjoying the Last Supper together, let’s take Jesus to the Romans.

The next morning, before the rooster crowed, I tried to open my mouth to deny my connection with Master, with the mind of Peter when he said he didn’t know Jesus, the teacher, and caught him three times.

“Okay. Don’t be scared. Because I am also that nobleman’s disciple.”

“… Yes?”

“Since he is Soso’s benefactor, I came to see his face… It’s a strange relationship.”

“… Yes?”

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Let’s ask again in an idiotic voice at the absurd Murim lord Jaro’s remarks.

“Why am I lying to a kid like you? Because I don’t like wasting time. Loosen your guard.”

Jaro sat down on a moderately sized rock, calmly talking about the secret that would shake the entire Moorim.

“That… I heard that Jang Sam-bong, Jin-in, a non-partisan faction leader, showed up in a dream and taught me the art of absolute taxation?”

Yes, even I, who don’t know much about the current situation of Moorim, picked up anecdotal anecdotes through rumors.

In the past, the Murim lord, Jaro, was still a shaman’s secular disciple and a small-hearted fellow.

Let me mention the anecdote that Jang Sam-bong appeared in the dream of Ja-ro, who passed out after fighting bandits who were trying to scare a woman, and told him about martial arts and the cave where his secret record was written.

“Of course it is a lie. The person I met at that time was not Jang Sam-bong, but my teacher, Young master.”

Jaro said with a laugh, like an adult tired of life telling a dreamy child that there is no Santa.

“In the first place, Jang Sam-bong, why would I regret that nobleman, so that he would appear in my dream as a descendant, not a non-partisan direct disciple, but a secular disciple?”

I am so surprised that I cannot speak well. I knew, of course, that Master would have other students besides me.

I didn’t know that it was the Murim Lord.

Of course, it could be a guiding interrogation to make you reveal that you are a Moorim official disciple. There was no reason

It seems that he knows the nickname Young master, which is used instead of the name that Master gave away by himself, instead of the popular nickname Palcheok Nogoe.

He was undoubtedly a true disciple.

Anyway, the other side said they didn’t want to waste time and revealed their identity first. It was also the reason why I waited for time by remaining silent and unanswered, so I decided not to argue anymore and to come out strong.

“… Then can I call him brother-in-law?”

Jaro, with one eyebrow raised as if having fun, carefully looks at Mancheon’s face.

“I told you to loosen your guard, but you are an unstoppable priest. Call me whatever you feel comfortable with.”

Contrary to his curvy appearance, he acknowledges the death penalty relationship with a genuinely cool attitude.

In Moorim, teachers are parents, and alumni are brothers.

It was the moment when the death penalty that Manchun could rely on was created.

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“… But how did you know I was Master’s disciple? Did you notice it because of the number of martial arts?”

After the stiff atmosphere eased to some extent, I asked what was bothering me, and Jaro replied with a snort.

“There is that, too. I see you practicing martial arts. I just wanted it to be that nobleman’s work. At least, he would have practiced the basics while laughing ‘heh heh’.”

It was a sarcasm with Master’s unique, good-natured ‘heh heh’ laugh, but he wasn’t really ignoring it.

“It’s obvious without looking at it. Because I was like that too.”

From the face of the strong Murim lord, who can feel the age, the face of a disciple recalling memories with the master comes to mind.

Shows respect for the teacher.

If I didn’t have good feelings in the first place, I wouldn’t have revealed my identity first even if I had known that I was an alumni.

“Hey~ Then did you learn a thousand martial arts from Master then?”

He is a god of martial arts because he learned more than a thousand martial arts.

If the background behind that special issue was Master, who had mastered almost all martial arts in the world, it would be understandable enough.

“No, the martial arts cheongae was known because my usual conduct and the martial arts I used were misinterpreted. What… I am also an alumnus, so it would be better to show it in person.”

Jaro said that and stood up from the rock he was sitting on. On the spot, he slowly showed me some martial arts, including the ones I used during the day, according to my level.

“… ….”

Looking at the various mysterious herbivores containing the essence of Taoism and martial arts unfolding in front of my eyes, I realized why Jaro is called a god of war.

I wondered why he was known to have mastered over a thousand martial arts.

Even my master, who used to say that there is no best martial art in the world, acknowledged it as the closest martial art to the best martial art in the world.

One piece from the Murim world that opened the era of the Great Moorim and made the midfield a sea of blood.

Comprehensive martial arts book that condenses the teachings of the 5,481 volumes of Taoist sutras into one.

“… Nine-Yin Jin-Gyeong.”

The answer came out of my mouth. Ja-ro stopped eating grass and took care of his spirit.

“You have a good eye for martial arts. I didn’t learn in vain.”

And immediately, like a hungry dog running into a bowl of rice, I conditionedly slumped down on the floor, bowed and bowed toward Jaro.

My body moves first than I thought at the delicacy that suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

“Death penalty, accept me.”

“What… Why are you like this all of a sudden?”

With a serious voice, I ask for instruction in order not to show an unsightly appearance like today.

What’s good about the Death Priest? Let’s share good martial arts together.

“A humble junior asks for guidance from Moorim’s great senior.”

Clinking!?

Before Jaro can even open his mouth, the sound of something made of glass breaking reverberates in the night.

‘… Who is it?’

Get up from your seat and turn your gaze to the place where you heard the sound.

A broken medicine bottle, liquid soaking the ground, and a cute little weak hand left blankly in the air.

I saw Wang Mi-yang’s golden eyes wavering in confusion at the shocking sight of the one and only precious disciple kneeling down on another master to teach him.

“That’s what I mean… I heard you woke up… A good medicine to recover internal energy….”

Miyang Wang involuntarily backed away from the sight she did not want to see.

“But that… You found a new teacher… Huh… I can’t help it… Got bloodied… Because I looked so ugly….”

I’d rather be angry at him for being an ungrateful guy. My voice is hoarse and I cannot speak well.

Wouldn’t it be possible to revive Jeonjinkyo with Mancheon, the first disciple he obtained and weak but strangely relied on? Because I had a big dream, the sense of loss came closer.

It is the feeling of an unknown emotion stabbing your heart for the first time in your life.

In the end, Miyang Wang could no longer endure the unfamiliar sensation of her trembling and turned around and ran away.

“What? Who? Why are you here?”

Jaro asked with an expression that he did not understand why Wang Mi-yang suddenly appeared and mumbled with a face about to burst into tears, then ran away.

“Uh… He is my martial arts master.”

A truly absurd carefree answer hit Manchun in the back of the head.

“This isn’t a pure Lu-Po!”

“Ugh-?!”

“Hey, crazy man! It’s not that the master has disappeared, it’s obvious that he’s right next to him. Is it what a disciple should do to kneel down and ask someone else to teach him?”

Yes, from the point of view of Mancheon, a reincarnated person, it was the mindset of wanting to learn a little bit and marrying various people.

From the point of view of the Murim people, who value teacher-teacher relationships, Mancheon’s actions were literally bats to switch teachers.

“I’m going to chase after you right away and beg you that you made a mistake-!!”

Anyway, because of the atmosphere, he decided that he was wrong, and Man-cheon pursued Wang Mi-yang.

Ja-ro looked at Man-chun’s back, frowning.

‘If there is something you want to learn, take everyone as your teacher and ask for instruction.’

Reminds me of the teacher’s words that I forgot about.

He was a young priest who was too much influenced by mad inspiration, for better or for worse.

“Guy… You’re going to have a lot of trouble in the future.”

I just wish I hadn’t been involved in the first place and just stopped caring about it.

Because he was a priest, and maybe because he was lame, he was a troublesome guy who caught his eye because he seemed to overlap with the second student.

… But, thanks to that guy, Soso seems to have brightened up a bit.

A little bit of care would be fine.

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