Surviving as a Cripple in Murim - Surviving as a Cripple in Murim chapter 95

95 – Aftercare (2)

After the rough treatment, Manchun is taken to the meeting room of the Moorim League.

He slowly looked at the elders of the political faction, Murim, who were glaring at him ferociously.

Eyes looking at the unacceptable remnants of reactionary molecules.

I love getting attention, but this might be a bit tight, right?

Well, I was prepared at the time of the accident.

A true star is a person who drives both fans and fans crazy at the same time.

This isn’t too bad either.

… And there were people who knew how to call it fortunate.

If you don’t like the current situation.

“Hey… To do something unworthy.”

Yang Jegal makes a disapproving expression.

“… Come on, let’s begin.”

The brother-in-law appears to be leading the meeting, sitting at the head of the round table with a tired face.

Considering the position of the Murim Lord, he wouldn’t be able to openly help, but it was a much better situation than not having it.

Let’s keep his head rolling while gathering information around him in this way.

First of all, the elder Hebei Paengga, a large middle-aged man.

“Child, speak when you need to say something nice. Who did you learn the batting stick from?”

Pang Oh-Hun pursued Man-Chun with the momentum to rush.

‘Whoa~ Something has come.’

Let’s pick up and mention the batting stick method, not other martial arts. Ten thousand eyebrows twitched in an instant.

I’d rather ask who I learned martial arts from.

I just need to insert the Jeonjingyo Certificate of Authenticity (Wang Mi-yang), which is the base of my martial arts.

… The batting stick method is not possible because it is an open unique martial art.

Anyway, I couldn’t tell the truth, so I hid the truth.

“That was a long time ago. The old man noticed my bravery and chivalry comparable to Jangpanpa’s equipment and taught me.”

They are raccoons who climbed up to the elder while everyone was eating their eyes.

It is better to simply tell the truth less than to lie.

I heard that I learned from a beggar, what are they going to do? Are you going to bring an open ark here?

“The ark of the goldsmith, the old man, and the old man has come.”

f*ck… really called

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the meeting room opened, and a black-haired man dressed in pure white silk with a face like a young man and an old man.

“What the hell happened? The old man can’t sleep….

Old Yu-sim, who had been taking a nap in the wake of the elders of the Moorim-maeng, enters the meeting room with leisurely steps.

“Oh… you… ?”

“Ah?! Your name is… ?”

… And by chance, two people who are old friends.

Man-cheon and No Yu-sim, who met by chance through Tagubong’s guide, recognize each other.

Mancheon’s eyes widen in surprise.

‘I… I thought the old man was a great person, but I never thought he would be an open ark.’

The thought of being caught dries her saliva while questions pop into her head.

… Then why the first time we met?

You didn’t ask me about the batting stick method, but rather gave me some advice, right?

Aside from all these troubles.

Yang Jegal, who had a personal relationship with No Yu-sim, secretly sends an electronic message.

[Senior, please save that young man here for now. He is my Go friend]

It doesn’t matter if it’s a no-goe or something. It was a waste of time to die as the target of the elders’ anger here.

[Inspiration, Master’s friend. Help me]

Jaro also secretly sends an electronic message to save the foolish priest.

Yes, the other elders must have called without knowing.

Opening the Ark No Yu-sim was also one of the Eight Cheok No-Goe evil forces that hid their identity and infiltrated Moorim.

“… ….”

And No Yu-sim didn’t like the atmosphere of trying to kill one person like this in the first place.

“The adult in the ark, the young man in front of you has learned the batting stick method that only the open ark can learn. Do you know anything?”

… That’s why I nod my head without hesitation at Pang Oh-hoon’s question.

“Um~ Don’t know. Because I taught you.”

“… Yes?”

“When I was young, I was the one who taught martial arts to that child, Mancheon.”

He defends Mancheon with a calm face and a soft smile.

“That goes against the rules of openness! Isn’t batting stick a martial art that only Ark can learn!!”

The bearded elder shouts, but he laughs and passes it over.

“Is that a staff that the young man is holding? Is it a cane?”

“Because I taught you how to fight with a cane, except for a few herbivores. It’s the batting ball method.”

Pang Oh-hoon’s face crumples at the unexpected atmosphere.

“This is sophistry. Why are you defending that kid while ignoring the rules of openness? Now… Are you on the side of Palcheok Nogoe?”

“Ouch… ?!”

Along with the Tahoe Goddess of Shaolin.

The expression of the other elders hardens at his direct words toward the old man, the great elder of the political faction Murim, whom even the foolish Jegal Yang gives honorific titles to.

“I didn’t expect you to be so interested in openness. Are you thinking of opening up?”

And for the first time, strength comes into the voice of Noh Yu-sim, who was soft on Paeng Oh-hun’s attitude.

“… However, there is a rule in openness that if you slander or slander others, you must be stabbed.”

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“If you want to harm others with your words, you must be prepared to be stabbed yourself.”

The eyes of old Yu-sim, whose age cannot be determined, turn to Paeng Oh-hoon.

“Are you ready to be stabbed? What grudge do you want to kill that child for?”

“…… !!”

If you have a grudge against the Palcheok Nogoe, you should take it out on the Palcheok Nogoe.

It’s obvious that you’re weaker than yourself….

Paeng Oh-hoon’s face turns red with shame when he is told to stop biting Ji-su, who is suspected of being a disciple of Palcheok No-goe.

No Yu-sim didn’t stop there, but slammed the mallet into the floor as if putting a stamp on it.

Bang-!!

The entire conference hall reverberates and at the same time shockwaves pass through the faces of the elders.

“I am speaking with the honor of being a master of ten under heaven, a goldsmith, and an old man.”

Warn the elders in a voice full of history.

“I was the one who taught you how to bat. Please don’t tie that child to Moorim’s exploits any longer over this matter.”

The greatest master in the world, and the honor of the open ark.

At those heavy words, the mouths of the elders automatically shut up.

No matter what the actual facts are, one of the biggest elders of the current political faction Murim comes out like that.

It was polite to take a step back due to the nature of the political faction Murim, which values patriotism and honor.

“… ….”

Let the elders, including Pang Oh-hoon, affirm with silence.

“Then, I’ll have a party with a student I haven’t seen in a while.”

No Yu-sim returned with a soft voice and left the stuffy meeting room with Man-cheon.

“Let’s go, Manchun.”

“Ah… yes! Master!!”

In Moorim, teachers are parents. You take the surnames of four teachers in addition to the names your real parents gave you.

[Samamancheon, Gongmancheon, Mukmancheon, Wangmancheon, Nomancheon]

In an instant, he became a servant with five surnames that surpassed that of Lu Bu.

‘Wow~ I really lived and died.’

… Still, relieved that the serpent had survived the lair, he followed No Yu-sim out of the meeting room.

“Later, say thank you to Yang and Jaro. He worried about you a lot.”

“Of course I should say hello. But the sheep… ?”

“Miss Jegal, I met that child when I was just you. I felt sorry for the young guy with his eyes tired of the world, so I taught him how to play Go.”

At my question, No Yu-Shim smiled softly and warmly, as if she remembered her past.

“In order to fix that bastard’s temper and build some patience.”

“Looking at my personality now, it doesn’t seem to have had any effect.”

“hahahaha~ That’s right. He even became better at playing Go than I was before he knew it, and he learned all the eighteen chapters of Hangryong by betting on Go.”

During the conversation, Manchun carefully examined the face of Old Yusim.

To think that Yang Jegal, who was just over 60 at first glance, was being treated like a child. How old are you?

You look young on the outside. Because of his occasional appearance, he could not guess his age.

In any case, the fact that he was a life saver had not changed, so Mancheon thanked him while expressing his respect.

“I, the elders, thank you so much for helping me with this project. But was it okay to risk your honor?”

“Your smart looking friend is asking stupid questions.”

“… Yes? What is that?”

Let me ask you something I don’t understand. No Yu-sim suddenly smiled with a mischievous childlike face.

“Where is the honor for a beggar? They are tricked by me!”

My head goes blank at such a light and confident remark.

“No… Regardless of what honor it is….”

Towards me who was talking gibberish, the elder said with a light smile on his face that he was out of something or tired.

“You saved a precious person’s life with just a few words. That’s it.”

I couldn’t say anything because his face looked strangely like Master, who abandoned wealth, fame, and name to wander around the world.

“… And it’s not even a lie in detail.”

“… Yes?”

However, the impression did not last long.

“Because I was the one who taught your teacher Palcheok Nogoe and Young master how to bat.”

He laughs mischievously again and casually tells a huge fact.

“Turn around and you learned how to baton from me.”