Episode 10: Martial Arts (3)
Early the next morning.
One of the young servants of the medicine hall carefully brought breakfast along with a stand in front of Mo Gyeong-un.
“As you said the meat… has made the blood visible.”
Although he did so because it was ordered the attendant frowned at him as if the blood seemed to bother him.
Mok Kyung-un smiled and said.
“why? “Don’t you want to see blood?”
“Oh no.”
The servant waved his hand.
As a mere servant he did not know what kind of trouble he would face if he offended Confucius for no reason.
However Mok Kyung-un still spoke with a smile on his face.
“When the meat is fully cooked it doesn’t have a good texture. Should I say it’s tough? I like it best when it’s soft and bloody. “Try eating like that sometime.”
“…yes yes.”
I couldn’t figure out what was delicious.
There was a difference between something that was moderately undercooked and something that had a lot of blood in it.
The pork in particular seemed rather fishy but it seemed like a very unique food.
The attendant left and Mok Kyung-un savored the meal and enjoyed it.
The appearance was quite elegant.
-Mumbling!
He chewed exactly 30 times and repeated the process and did not open his mouth at all when chewing something.
The chopsticks were also quite classy.
Guard Gochan who was watching this with narrowed eyes wondered to himself.
He said he lived alone with his grandfather in the mountains and looking at his behavior it feels like he learned proper etiquette.
When I think about it the way he spoke was also like that.
For a guy who is called an asshole he always has a habit of using honorifics towards others.
‘The more I know the more I don’t know.’
Meanwhile a sound came out of his stomach against his will.
-Growl!
When I saw them eating I couldn’t help but feel hungry.
But before he knew it Mok Kyung-un must have heard that small sound and was looking at him.
‘Huh?’
“I guess you’re hungry.”
Go-chan who had narrowed his eyes at this was startled and stood up to greet him.
“The late Confucius. “Did you sleep well?”
“no. “I couldn’t sleep as much as I did with the Gochan escort.”
“You said you couldn’t sleep?”
“yes.”
“If you do eat and sleep some more…..”
“no. “If sleep is death you can sleep as much as you want.”
“…”
No matter what he says he always gives people the creeps at least once.
Gochan said swallowing dry saliva.
“Are you worried about something?”
“If it’s a concern is it a concern? “It’s not a big deal but even if it wasn’t I was going to ask the Gochan escort when he woke up.”
“What do you mean?”
I asked worried for no reason about Go-chan.
After experiencing such strange things last night he was even thinking that it would be nice to have a quiet day today.
He even had a dream where a female ghost with a bear bite appeared and put her hand into his stomach.
That’s how crazy I felt these days.
Mo Kyung-un lowered his voice and said.
“Do you know the basic techniques of Yeonmok Geomjang?”
“yes?”
At that question Go Chan looked at Mok Gyeong-un with a puzzled look.
After all why are you suddenly asking about basic skills?
Mo Gyeong-un asked again.
“Do you know?”
“I lost by chance a few times…”
‘Oops!’
For a moment he almost said that it was a real neck cultivator without realizing it but he hurriedly detoured.
“I’ve seen Confucius practice a few times before.”
No matter how lazy and unskilled he was Mo Gyeong-un was truly a martial artist.
Of course he had practiced martial arts.
Of course it is meaningless since it is almost a grind.
“That’s good. “Then can you tell me the basics?”
“yes?”
“Teach me the basics.”
“How do you do that?”
Gochan asked Mokgyeongun’s question as if he couldn’t understand it.
At this Mok Gyeong-un thought of yesterday’s dawn.
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Mok Gyeong-un who found out that Danjeon had developed tried to learn the Yeonmokseonggeomgyeol (然木成劍結) that he had memorized in the practice room hidden in the pharmacy.
But here an unexpected problem occurred.
[Um….the movements are not connected. It’s strange.]
I moved my body according to his memorized instructions but the movements did not flow at all.
Why is that?
At this Cheongryeong looked at Mok Gyeong-un and said with a sigh.
-Sangseung is an uneducated person.
[yes?]
-Rebirth. You really know nothing about martial arts.
[What is Rising Muhak?]
-To put it simply it is literally a high level of martial arts. It is difficult to reach an ascending level with ordinary martial arts no matter how much you practice but ascending martial arts is different. It can be seen that enlightenment is concentrated in order to reach a more lofty state.
[Then isn’t that actually a good thing?]
-idiot. What is good?
[yes?]
-Sangseung Martial Arts cannot understand formulas without basic gong. In order to eliminate unnecessary postures and formulas basic balls must be the foundation from the beginning.
[…..]
-Do you understand?
[Roughly speaking.]
-Tsk tsk. Anyway if you don’t practice the basic techniques you won’t be able to learn even half of the basic techniques.
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This is what happened.
So Mok Gyeong-un asked Go Chan if he knew the basic techniques of Yeonmok Geomjang.
“It seems like you can’t learn Yeonmokseonggeomgyeol without basic training.”
Mok Gyeong-un spoke honestly to Go Chan.
Gochan asked with surprised eyes at those words.
“Do you want to learn the special secrets for the owner?”
“yes. Is there any problem?”
“Rather than that Confucius are you really aiming for the position of successor?”
That was the reason Gochan was surprised.
I knew very well that Mok Gyeong-un wanted to learn martial arts.
However if the martial art is Yeonmokseonggeomgyeol a martial art exclusively for Jangju the story is a little different.
It was not for nothing that it was given the title “Jangju-only”.
“no. “That can’t be possible.”
“But how?”
“Isn’t it more useful if it’s a martial arts attack exclusively for Zhang Ju?”
Would you say this is worth using?
At one time among the previous lords of the Yeonmok Sword Master there was one who was reborn as the loser of Anhui Province through the Yeonmokseong Sword Test.
That is why Yeonmokseonggeomgyeol was a rising martial arts scholar with a reputation even in the martial arts world.
“It’s not just usable but it’s a great swordsmanship. But Confucius if you learn that it may cause problems later….”
“As long as you don’t get caught that’s fine.”
“field…”
It wasn’t a problem that could be resolved without turning it on.
The moment I learned this it was no different from participating in the Changju succession war.
No one has been able to learn the secret except for Jangju who is doing it today and tomorrow so Mok Gyeong-un should learn it by himself.
There will definitely be an uproar.
However Go Chan could not bear to continue talking.
In any case he wasn’t the type of person who wouldn’t do something he was told not to do.
“Whew. But Confucius. “I cannot teach basic gong to a Confucius who belongs to me.”
“why?”
“Even if I’ve seen the basic ball a few times I don’t remember it exactly and I don’t know the technique of the basic ball.”
“ah….”
Yes in the secret book there was a thing called fortune-telling for each herbivorous meal.
When performing Chosik the use of internal energy is different for each posture and if this is wrong the power will not be used and if done incorrectly internal injuries may occur.
Mok Gyeong-un asked this.
“Then who knows the basics?”
“Of course it is Lord Zhang who is in bed with the Confucius.”
The basic skill of softwood swordsmith.
Yeonmokgu method (然木九式) and Yeonmokchogeombeop (然木初劍法).
Although these are basic techniques they were martial arts that only those who inherited the blood of the pastoral family could learn.
“Is it just them?”
“….yes. “Yes.”
“Hmm.”
Mok Kyung-un placed his chopsticks on the rice bowl and stroked his chin.
I never thought they were the only ones who knew the basics.
I thought there would be some people I knew among the warriors in Yeonmokgeomjang but my expectations were different.
As of now Zhuang Zhou is sick so the only people who know the basic techniques are the three Confucius excluding himself.
‘It’s impossible.’
Gochan shook his head slightly.
There was no way other Confucius could teach Mo Gyeong-un the basic techniques.
If you didn’t know it in the first place and asked them to teach you you would be suspicious and there was no way.
But suddenly Gochan became curious.
‘Wait a minute but you haven’t even formed your dantian yet. What are you trying to learn?’
As far as he knew Mok Jingyun had not even made a Danjeon yet.
However I was too hasty in trying to learn basic skills whether it was basic ball or anything else.
At that time Mok Gyeong-un slowly stood up from the bed.
“Confucius?”
“I can’t help it.”
“yes?”
“Let’s go.”
“Where do you mean?”
“They are the only ones who can teach me so I have to learn somehow.”
“No Confucius…there is no way other Confucius would teach you basic techniques right? And he may be suspected of asking to be taught for no reason.”
“You have to make an excuse or try to persuade.”
“yes? By what means?”
“I will take care of that. So let’s go first.”
Mok Gyeong-un urged Go Chan to carefully dissuade him.
“Confucius… First of all since you are injured how about resting for a few days? “Anyway warriors from the outer temple are guarding this place so if you wander around injured for no reason…”
“You don’t have to worry about the outer party warriors.”
“yes?”
What does this mean don’t worry about the warriors of the outer party?
* * *
The road leading to the first training hall dedicated to Confucius.
Guard Gochan glanced in the direction of the medicine hall and tilted his head as if he still didn’t understand.
‘Oh my.’
Something was strange.
Just yesterday they were the outer party warriors who were acting as if they were watching over them.
But suddenly attitudes changed.
As soon as you see Mok Gyeong-un don’t you politely bow to him?
When he said he was going to the training ground instead of stopping him he tried to follow and offer to escort him.
[We will take care of you. Confucius.]
[no. are you okay.]
Of course Mok Gyeong-un refused this.
‘what?’
I don’t know why they do this.
It was surprising that this suspicious little devil didn’t find this strange at all.
What else happened while he was asleep?
I don’t understand at all.
But this wasn’t what was important right now.
“Confucius…are you really going?”
“yes. “I said I was going.”
Go Chan was embarrassed by Mo Gyeong-un’s consistent answer.
That was because the person Mok Gyeong-un was visiting was none other than Mo Yu-cheon the youngest Confucius.
‘I’m going crazy.’
Of course he does not get along well with other Confucius.
But Mokyucheon’s situation is a bit more severe.
No it wasn’t for no reason that the real Mok Kyung-un was reluctant to encounter him.
Gochan carefully warned.
“Confucius… something really big could happen. “If you die now…”
“It’s a big deal. “Do you think he hates it that much?”
“Didn’t I tell you before?”
“iced coffee. Did you say that the real Mok Gyeong-un who died was beaten to death after belittling Mo Yu-cheon’s mother by calling her a lowly gisaeng bitch?”
“….If you remember why are you leaving?”
Gochan still remembered.
[stop! Stop it! I was wrong! Ouch!]
This is the real Mok Gyeong-un crawling on the floor because his leg bones and ribs were sore.
He wasn’t really crying out for his life.
As such the youngest Confucius Mu Yuqian truly hated Mu Qingyun.
If you go to that guy and ask him about the basics will he teach you?
“The other two are not in a position to make a deal right now.”
“Do you…”
“If you cover up this and that you won’t be able to do anything. So let’s go for now.”
‘ah….’
Also he doesn’t listen.
There seems to be no sense of crisis but I think we need to speak clearly.
“Confucius. Confucius Mo Yu-cheon is a monster who reached his peak at the age of only sixteen. A master who has reached his peak is several times stronger than a first-class master. “If you stimulate it wrongly you could end up in big trouble.”
“yes yes. all right.”
‘Ah!’
Gochan pounded his chest.
There was nothing I could do anymore.
I wanted to experience the real relationship between Mo Kyung-un and Mo Yu-cheon by meeting them in person and experiencing it.
Before long the first training center appeared.
There Mok Yu-cheon was seen stripping off his upper body and training with Mabo like last time.
He was a man who never neglected training every single day.
-Hoo. You’re a pretty good sentient being.
The voice of Cheongnyeong was heard in Mokgyeongun’s ears.
Even though she was under the sunlight she maintained her normal appearance unlike the demon monk perhaps because she was clearly of a high class.
She said taking a deep breath and spitting it out.
-There is Mujae.
“Do you see that?”
-Do you think there are many people who have that kind of energy at just 16 years old?
In Cheongnyeong’s ears he could clearly see the energy flowing over Mo Yucheon’s shoulder.
If he were alive today he possessed outstanding military talents that would make him want to be his disciple.
She warned Mo Kyung-un.
-This is a group that is often called a genius. You better be careful. It’s hard for me to use my strength under the sunlight.
The sunlight was a healing force itself.
Therefore it was difficult to maintain the shape.
At the warning of the young man Mok Gyeong-un nodded his head and entered the training hall.
Then Mo Yu-cheon’s gaze who was doing Mabo naturally turned to him.
Mo Yu-cheon’s face became scary when he saw Mo Kyung-un.
Anyone can see that his expression is full of anger.
‘shit.’
As expected it was the same.
Gu Chan who believed that Mo Yu-cheon could be dangerous if he tried to use his hands out of anger quietly tried to dissuade Mo Gyeong-un in a whispering voice.
“Confucius…I think it would be better for you to go back. Confucius!”
Despite his dissuasion Mok Gyeong-un approached Mok Yu-cheon with strides.
‘Damn it.’
There was nothing I could do anymore.
At that time Mo Yu-cheon opened his mouth while wearing a mask.
“Get out of the training ground.”
As expected no kind words came out.
I wanted to recommend going outside the training ground when given the opportunity.
But Mo Gyeong-un had no intention of doing so.
He smiled and said to Mo Yu-cheon who was giving off a hostile atmosphere.
“hi.”
‘Are you laughing? ‘Seeing me?’
Mo Yu-cheon raised an eyebrow at Mo Kyung-un’s attitude.
After that incident the guy whom he had been afraid of and had been trying to avoid was laughing in front of him.
Is there something you believe in?
Mo Yu-cheon looked around.
However the only person protecting Mokgyeongun was Gochan Guard.
‘Only second-rate.’
He was not a helpless bodyguard who could protect Mok Gyeong-un from himself.
Mo Yu-cheon snorted inwardly.
Mok Kyung-un said to him with a smile.
“Do you also want to become a leader?”
“what?”
Hearing Mo Kyung-un’s completely unexpected words Mo Yu-cheon frowned and turned his head.
And then he said it as if it was absurd.
“What are you talking about now?”
“It’s just as I heard. “I asked if you wanted to become a leader too.”
At those words Mok Yu-cheon raised his voice and spoke.
“I don’t know what kind of trick you’ve appeared in front of me to pull but stop talking nonsense and get the hell out of there. “Unless you want to crawl like last time…”
“well. “I think you’ll want this.”
-Sigh!
With those words Mok Kyung-un took something out of his arms.
It was a special book written on the law of 然木化心法.
Mo Yu-cheon’s eyes widened when he saw this.
“You!…How did you do that?”
“Do you want it?”
Mok Gyeong-un waved the secret letter as if tempting him and asked Mok Yu-cheon.
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