Surviving as a Cripple in Murim - Surviving as a Cripple in Murim chapter 86

86 – The sum of the tails and heads of the dice is 7 (9)

Mancheon looked at the sammae jinhwa (三昧眞fire) that Jaro created in his hands for a moment in wonder.

With his eyes closed, the supreme leader of the current political faction, Murim. He looked straight at the Murim Lord’s face and said.

“Sahyung, I fully understand that that invincible guy is a dangerous bastard. Now tell me.”

What I was really curious about in the first place is not how strong the bad guy is, whether it’s invincible or munching.

“Why am I Seolmodan? Do you mean that if you fight that stupid bastard, Soso will see someone dear to him get hurt?”

“Well, if you fight, you will lose. That guy has a higher level than you.”

The answer that came out without a moment’s hesitation gave me a dumbfounded look.

“… Yes? Do I lose? A genius who deceives even the heavens, Sima Mancheon? Did you hear the death penalty?”

“Bastard, at best he gives advice! A piece of sh*t talking to the death penalty!”

The palm of the pissed off man flew in and hit Manchun’s head with a bang.

“Wow?!”

“Really, Master’s disciples are all dead under me.”

… If so, shouldn’t the upper water be clear so that the lower water is clear? Isn’t the death penalty also rotten water? I thought, but.

I didn’t bother to say it because I thought I’d get hit a few more times if I said it out of my mouth. And that’s not what’s important now.

“To me, there doesn’t seem to be much of a difference between him and me. Why are you so sure I’m losing?”

Due to the nature of the Hyeonmun Jeongjong Naegongsimbeop, which accumulates internal energy slowly instead of collecting pure energy that I have learned.

Although it may be delayed, I still think it is quite strong at the level of the late index.

That’s why I didn’t understand the words of the one who was sure of defeat, so I asked back.

“It’s first class, it’s the climax, I’m not talking about that level.”

Jaro grumbled and explained in detail.

“Supari (守破離). I am talking about the level of learning.”

Jekyll (守) – The stage of thoroughly training and keeping the basics taught by the master, and making it one’s own.

Wave to break – The stage of breaking the teacher’s teachings and mixing and applying one’s own personality within them.

Leaving Lee (離) – The stage of parting in which one is no longer tied to the teacher and creates one’s own god.

“Snow Flower Sword Technique. He grafted the North Sea Ice Palace’s ice ball into the Maehwa sword technique taught by Master.”

“Now, if you are Sue, Modan, he is at the level of faction.”

It reminds me of the splendid snowflakes that unfolded in the inn. The cold air stings the cut wound.

“Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that your talent isn’t good enough. But you are too greedy.”

“… Are you greedy?”

Let me tilt my head at the unexpected words. Zaro nodded lightly.

“The batting stick method, the martial arts of Jeonjin-gyo, and even the esoteric simbeop. Only one of them is a true master of martial arts who can make a name for himself in the waves.”

“You’re trying to take it all with you. It takes time to make it your own, let alone mix it.”

To put it simply, you have to properly dig one well. It was said that because he was greedy, he dug this well and that well, so he lacked skill.

… But what if this and that all look funny? It’s my fault?

To be honest, there are too many martial arts in the world.

“Modan, he used all of his talents to learn the plum swordsmanship taught by his master. It’s a great tenacity at that age.”

While listening to Jaro’s words, I had a question.

“That guy… What is your purpose?”

I wondered what the guy who was obsessed with the martial arts taught by his master and mixed it with his family’s non-martial arts, the ice arts, was trying to achieve even while violating the teachings of a gentleman, which is more important than martial arts.

“He was infatuated with Master in a different way from you.”

Jaro took out a second cigarette from his pocket and placed it in his mouth as if his head hurt.

“Honorary lottery. His purpose is to become the Murim lord and take Master out of his position as the Murim official.”

It’s absurd.

Abandoning righteousness to restore the honor of the teacher who taught righteousness, cooperation, and duty.

It’s a mess.

… And there’s one more thing I don’t understand.

“Wouldn’t that just be done by the death penalty?”

I look at the ambassador who is already wearing the coat of arms of the Murim lord in front of me. Come to think of it, the disciple is the Murim Lord.

Why is Master still a Moorim official? Is it a political issue?

“Uh… I? Why?”

… However, contrary to my expectations, it was a completely different problem.

“That man is a criminal. For personal reasons, you can’t let go of Moorim.”

Jaro looked at the young priest full of blood with the wrinkled face of an old man.

“I respect you as a disciple, and I feel grateful. But that is it and this is this.”

“Because you were not born in Mu. Although I tend to take the act of stealing martial arts lightly under the influence of Master.”

A bizarre old man with eight feet stealing martial arts.

“The Palcheok Nogoe is a feat that confused Moorim.”

While denying the god of supernatural power, he himself has become a god of superpower that the Murim people are reluctant to talk about.

“As the Murim lord, I cannot openly tolerate such an existence.”

It vomits out a bitter tobacco scent with a dirty aftertaste. My head really hurt and the Murim lord just did it for nothing.

“At best, it’s just enough to turn a blind eye to it.”

Knock- Knock-!

Right before I could react to the brother’s words, there was a knock on the door and a person who looked like a secretary entered.

“My lord, I am sorry during the conversation. Because it’s urgent… Opening (丐幇) Ark Gold Improvement (錦丐仙人) came to visit.”

“That inspiration doesn’t usually come even if I call on it, but it only comes on feast days. Give me some tea and wait a minute.”

Looking at the situation, it seems that some important guest has arrived.

There was more I wanted to say, but I already had all the information I needed.

Since I didn’t want to keep busy people anymore, I stood up, greeted the brother-in-law, and avoided the seat.

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Tagubongbeop(打狗棒法) – Bad dog stove

What to do if a ferocious dog gets in your way?

There’s nothing to do, and there’s nothing to do, so I’m doing martial arts in one corner of the gymnasium.

… To be honest, my head is complicated.

Too much, too much chloride, too little. I don’t know why there are so many girls with such complicated circumstances around me.

No, now that I think about it, it’s just that Gwahae, whose father was only a dragon, is a fairy.

Because his personality is the most simple and kind.

‘Medicine and delicious! Mancheon, let’s eat together!!’

Well, I should take into account that I was young….

Anyway, I want to overdo it. I want to heal by fiddling with the soft glutinous rice cake balls.

A cool breeze caresses the back of my sweaty neck.

I remember Soso’s face leaning against me with pale lips.

Again, I put strength into the hand holding the cane and spread the herbivore.

I’m sorry. There’s something I need to do before we meet.

By repeating the movements, the proficiency of herbivores who have already become accustomed to and conceited is raised to the limit.

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“Ho-oh~ The power of the stick was reduced by spreading it with a staff, but this one has a light and airy style.”

How many repetitions? Let’s turn our heads to the voice we heard from somewhere.

“… But look at the heavy end of the wand. You seem to be worried about something.”

It’s been a while.

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A strange black-haired man dressed in pure white silk and holding a bamboo stick made of green bamboo was looking at me.

“… Who are you?”

He looked like a young man at first glance, but he gave off a strange atmosphere, so he just raised his voice right away because he looked like a master of Banro Hwan-dong.

He’s probably an elder of the Murim League or a hard worker who came to visit for business.

“It was just passing by. I heard that a big festival in which dragons and phoenixes will dance will be held soon, so I came to get a banquet meal.”

“You are very clean for a beggar.”

I wink at him and point to his pure white silk clothes, which are not even dusty.

“Young man, the reason I am a beggar is because I have no money. It’s not because it’s dirty.”

The old man (?), Who introduced himself as a self-proclaimed ‘passing by’, responded with a smile.

“Is there anyone in the world who doesn’t like being clean? It’s good to be clean even if you’re a beggar.”

… That’s for sure.

“So what do you want me to do?”

It was true, but anyway, let me be alert to the appearance of an unidentified master.

“It’s not different, I’m on the road. This batting stick guided me this way.”

The old beggar smiled strangely and weakly tapped the ground with the bamboo stick in his hand.

“So I followed him. There was a young man who seemed troubled. Could this be the reason?”

Wow~ Is this person naming his pole?

Mr. Gwangun! There’s a strange person here!!

… But what to say? I feel inner intimacy.

‘Batted ball-! Spittoon-!!’

Slightly- I look down at Tagu-chan.

After all, it wasn’t a strange hobby to give names to attachment weapons and cherish them.

Something? It was like introducing dogs to dog owners I met while taking a walk, so I also raised my cane and introduced Tagu-chan.

“Ah~ It’s called a batting stick. He has a really nice color. My kid is called Tagu-chan.”

“Tagu-chan? Batting ground? It’s a dog-beating stick….”

Then the old beggar touched his chin and nodded his head. He gave off a pleasant smile.

“That’s a nice name. You got a good name.”