Surviving as a Cripple in Murim - Surviving as a Cripple in Murim chapter 89

89 – The sum of the tails and heads of the dice is seven (12)

The yard of the inn that is not noticed by others.

As the cheeky priest said, Jaro, the Murim lord, slapped the secretary over a trivial task….

“Okay, from now on, I will teach you the essence of Taoist martial arts, Taijiquan.”

Let’s move forward while relaxing our tired body from the tedious paperwork.

“No! Please tell me about the truth of the oral cavity! What kind of tai chi!!”

“Hmm… There is Jeonjingyo, but Taijiquan, which has a short history, is the essence of Taoist martial arts. It’s uncomfortable.”

Mancheon and Wang Miyang grumbled, citing different reasons.

“Yumma! Tai Chi is good too! As long as the kid raises his eyes unnecessarily!!”

“… And if you’re here to see other people’s martial arts, let’s just watch quietly.”

My stomach is full, and the impression of Zhao is naturally frowned at his absurd attitude.

You’ve been such a nuisance.

In order to take care of the juniors whom the master had not taught enough, I was going to teach him a martial art and make him quiet.

He even brings his own little teacher and makes more noise.

With tired eyes, he looks at Mancheon, an arrogant kid who lives for the best taste.

“So you don’t want to learn?”

“No, new martial arts are always welcome. Please teach me.”

To be honest, I was more attracted to the oral music, which is called Shin Gong.

I didn’t think there would be any more soup if I worked harder here, and since I was quite interested in Taijiquan, the representative martial art of the Wudang sect, I quickly asked for instruction.

“Master, can I learn? It will also help with the revival of the progressive church.”

“If you think of learning the teachings of Taoism… I’ll be fine….”

Wang Miyang nodded as she was also deeply interested in the martial arts of the shaman faction that occupied the position of head of the Taoist sect.

The small master’s permission was also dropped. No more problems.

Now I’m working hard on learning Taijiquan.

A guardian of Murim chosen by Jesus, a genius who plays with the Taegeuk and deceives even the heavens whose name is listed on the nameplate of King Fudo Myung.

All you need to do is to awaken to Sima Mancheon.

“… ….”

That’s what I thought, but it’s been way too long. When did it get so long? A generous Persian emperor?

I’m going to trim off a few titles like I’m pruning later.

Before learning martial arts in earnest.

Let’s relax in this way and do some simple stretching while thinking about miscellaneous things.

“Looks like you’re thinking of learning. But there are conditions.”

Jaro said with a tired face as if he was finally getting to the point.

“… Yes? Conditions?”

“Okay, until you make Tai Chi your own, don’t worry and just practice here.”

My eyebrows naturally twitch at the words I speak with certain strength.

The damn death penalty… I did not easily respond to the request to teach martial arts for nothing.

There was a reason.

“By the end of the Dragon Feast, Soso’s physical condition will be completely improved.”

“Even if you don’t step forward, if Soso really puts his heart into it, the current Modan will never be able to defeat Soso with his skills.”

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Since he is the child of a deceased disciple and a cherished child, he is not to be overestimated.

It’s just that he doesn’t like to be in the spotlight, so he doesn’t reveal it, so Soso’s skills are no longer at the level of the late index.

Among the political faction late indexes, what can you win by sticking with Soso?

There is only a little boy named Gwahae of the Jegal family.

Anyway, from Manchun’s point of view, it was like this.

Put a piece of candy (Tai Chi) in the mouth of a child who wants to eat cake (throw away the bowl of muk at the Snow Festival).

It was a ulterior motive to prevent accidents during the festival, when all kinds of sects and moorim moguls gathered.

Laughter comes out. Even if it looked shallow, it looked really shallow.

“Okay, death penalty. ‘Until I learn Taijiquan,’ I’ll just practice quietly here.”

… That’s why I nodded my head obediently and made a promise. Get ready to learn Tai Chi.

I didn’t have to say anything.

That would also be true, because that meant that if I could use Taijiquan the way I wanted before the end of the Yongfengjihoe, I could buy and play.

I’m sorry brother, but I’m a greedy child.

I will eat both candy and cake.

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A few moments after he had expressed his strong aspirations, he hadn’t even scratched the surface.

My eyes blink spontaneously at the ‘Tai Chi’ unfolding in front of my eyes.

“Uh… Aren’t all taijiquan the same?”

“Haa… This is why sewage….”

Zhao let out a deep sigh and replayed the tai chi, which all looked the same.

“This is Jinga Taijiquan, created by Qin Wangzheng, who used his fists so well that he was called a martial artist.”

Swipe-Shubabak-!!

“This is Yang-style Taijiquan, which was modified from Jinstyle Taijiquan by a martial artist named Yang Lu-Shen.”

Sky Sky~ soft~!!

Miyang Wang also nodded and agreed to see what she could see.

“One by one… The level is high.”

‘… Is it like that? Is the level high?!’

When it comes to Taijiquan, there is an image of a martial artist, so I didn’t know that. In fact, there was quite a bit of variety.

After all, Taegeuk is an important concept in Taoism. Each person’s idea of Taegeuk or enlightenment was also different.

It is said that various Taijiquan were created just as the Bungdang politics of the Joseon Dynasty was born.

Certainly they all looked the same the first time I saw them.

Looking closely now, I can see the difference.

First of all, Jinga Taijiquan was fast.

As yin becomes yang and yang becomes yin, the offense and defense are reversed in an instant, and there is no gap between attack and defense.

On the other hand, Yang family taijiquan was loose.

It felt more like stretching gymnastics than kwonbeop, but the movements were simple and gentle, and the layers gradually piled up, boasting the strength of a huge wall.

If Qin family Taijiquan is a spear and shield, Yang family Taijiquan is a two-handed shield.

Let’s analyze the martial arts that have been released so far.

“Holding the Taegeuk on top of his head, holding the eight trigrams in his arms, and stepping on the five elements with his feet.”

Zhao performed one last tai chi, slightly bending his knees and extending his arms forward.

Tranquil yet gentle vegetation unfolds before your eyes. A circle is drawn on the floor according to the movement of the toes.

Neither a spear nor a shield. Like a flowing river, the movement naturally continues and overwhelms the opponent.

“Zhangjia Taijiquan.”

Was the main character supposed to appear at the end?

The masterpiece of the true man of the shaman faction, Jang Sam-feng, is revealed.

“… ….”

“Jinga, Yangga, and Jangga are similar at first glance, but they are each unique. What do you want to learn?”

At some point, Jaro, who finished the demonstration, asked me, who had stopped talking due to my concentration, and I chose without hesitation.

“Zhangjia Tai Chi.”

“Ha! You pick the hardest one. How about thinking a little more?”

Stupid death penalty. He smiles the same way as Jaro’s snort.

“That’s why I chose it. It would be the coolest thing to brag about in front of others.”

“Baby… As much as a real mouth is the best in the world. Get your posture.”

Uigyeongsangsu (意境狀水) – Make your mind flow like water.

Lee Jeong-je-dong (以靜制動) – Suppresses movement with stillness.

Competent steelmaking (柔能制剛) – Softness can overcome strength.

“Three most important things in learning Taijiquan.”

I am sorry to Manchun.

Jaro was confident that with this, Mancheon would only quietly practice martial arts with Wang Miyang here until the end of the Yongbong meeting.

That’s also true, because Taijiquan was not a martial art that could be practiced simply by memorizing the basic formula.

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Peony is said to be a flower that is beautiful but has no fragrance.

… That’s why the Little Princess of the North Sea Ice Palace turned 11 this year.

Seolmodan hated his name.

I don’t know why her deceased mother gave herself such a name, but….

“Did you hear that? She says that Lady Wolhwa has already reached the stage of making ice.”

“He’s only nine years old, which is great…. What about Lord Sogung?”

I can hear the annoying gossips of the ladies-in-waiting.

“You know. You were just pretty.”

“Haa~ Your face is such a waste. It would have been nice if at least half of what he had was talented in martial arts.”

… Like a scentless ornamental flower.

I felt like I was stigmatized because I was an empty shell who only had a smooth appearance.

When you’re feeling down and about to go back to your room.

A ball of cotton with white white hair tied like dumplings on a full cheek – came running.

“Older brother! Brother!”

Her sister, Seolwolhwa, her eyes twinkle and she boasts of her creations.

“Look at this! It’s an ice seal!”

“Yes… Well done.”

Reaching out her hand and stroking her sister’s head, who wants her compliments instead of her busy father.

… However, unconsciously, she did not properly look at the ice work created by Wolhwa.

I am supposed to be genuinely happy, but I get jealous of her talent.

Unknowingly, her conscience is pricked by the smile of her younger sister, who just smiles brightly at her brother’s touch.

“hehehe~ Brother! Let’s go see our baby seals!!”

The other day, when he said that his father wouldn’t play with him, he took Wol-hwa, who was depressed, and sneaked out of the palace to see the seals. I guess I liked that.

“… OK.”

She laughs helplessly and accepts her younger sister’s foolishness. She’s incompetent at all since she can do what she can.

Because there was only this.

Watch the white seal baby seals rolling in the snow near the frozen lake.

“Woo-woo-woo-fu-fu-!!”

“Wow~ Wow~ Wow!!”

“Ah~ Wow! It’s just as cute as me!!

You are watching your favorite moon flower while copying the sound of crying.

I feel proud when I think that I did well to bring him.

“Aww-!!”

… But even for a moment, the cry of a different animal resonated loudly.

A pack of wolves gather to hunt the immature seals.

Modan’s mind turns white at the completely unexpected event. His legs gave out and he was about to collapse.

“Oh, brother….”

She hid her moonlight behind her back, somehow maintaining her sanity at the trembling voice of her sister calling her name.

Modan was proud of her. Her pride did not allow her to abandon her sister and run away alone.

She didn’t buy it even if she lived anymore. It was an act of killing herself.

… So she pulls out her carving knife from her waistband. She steps forward little by little.

“Wolhwa, the wolf is going to run at her brother. Run then.”

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“…… ?!”

In the first place, my father and other people would want Wolhwa to live, rather than myself who has no talent.

She wanted to be more resolute in her death.

Tears form in my eyes. My body trembles at the breath of the wolves approaching me little by little.

… Is that why?

Through the fluttering snowfields, I could see nothing.

A monstrous man wearing an old gray cloak, who looks eight feet tall at first sight, confidently approaches the wolf pack with a pure white sword.

And let the monster swing his sword. A scene unfolded for the first time in my life.

Maehwa sword method – Full bloom of plum blossoms

Red plum blossoms are in full bloom in the barren North Sea with nothing but pure white snow.

The wolves ran away in an instant, and when the herbivore was over, the monster’s pure white sword was also shattered by the wind.

It only took the shape of a sword by combining its eyes with energy, but it wasn’t a sword in the first place.

That’s an area that even a child who hasn’t properly learned martial arts can see is miraculous.

With trembling eyes, Modan looked at the monster’s face that was getting closer and closer to him.

He was an ugly old man who could never be called handsome even with empty words. But….

“Are there any injuries anywhere?”

… He was better than anyone I had ever seen.

That was my first meeting with Master.

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Modan woke up, opened the window, and looked at the dark night sky, where the clouds obscured the moon.

‘Is it full? It’s a poor relationship.’

Master would sometimes tell the story of Manchun, who first joined as a disciple.

I didn’t really compare talents. He spoke with a very pleasant face, and I used to get jealous in my young heart.

Even when he asked Master to take him with him when he was going on a trip again.

“Modan, you are still young. See more, learn more. Go to midfield.”

“… What do you think is in midfield?”

Master smiled and said with a proud expression toward himself who couldn’t understand.

“There is a genius who deceives even the heavens, Sima Mancheon.”

I couldn’t find it even after looking for it, but it appears at a time like this.

Modan looked up at the night sky and spoke quietly to himself.

“Master… Are you scolding me?”

… But if I don’t do this, I can’t win.

Master’s honor cannot be restored by becoming the Murim lord using the Jinryong as a stepping stone.

Suddenly, Moran’s head shakes powerlessly.

“No… It’s all excuses….”

He didn’t have the confidence to win against monsters who were born with real talent, not fake talent like himself.

… So he abandoned Master’s teachings and resorted to a cowardly move to secure victory.

He betrayed both his kin and his sister’s expectations.

On the table, the dice made of jade that I played with as a child sparkle.

Pick it up and roll it. After rolling around, six dots came out.

After confirming the results, Modan did not hesitate any longer and prepared for the Yongbong Branch tomorrow.

The die has been rolled, and there is no turning back now.