Pengawasan Latihan Kelompok (1)
Waktu Sore·
Mu Jin dan yang lainnya mengayunkan tinju mereka saat mereka mengambil posisi di arena.
Yang mereka latih adalah gerakan pertama dari annual yang mereka pelajari dalam pelatihan pagi ini.
Itu adalah seni bela diri pengantar yang paling dasar, tetapi itu rumit untuk anak-anak kecil, jadi pada hari pertama, mereka hanya mengajari saya cara menggunakan serangan internal satu detik.
Mujin berspekulasi bahwa itu mungkin akan menjadi tambahan makanan herbal sehari mulai sekarang.
Dan berkat fakta bahwa dia hanya berlatih gerakan satu detik berulang kali selama pelatihan pagi, Mujin sekarang mampu menggunakannya dengan cukup andal.
Ketika dia mengambil posisi dan melayangkan pukulan, tidak ada keraguan bahwa lubang itu meledak keluar.
Di sebelah Mujin juga dengan mudah menggunakan gerakan pertama dari annual tersebut.
Bagi Mu Gung, yang datang dari keluarga samurai dan sudah memiliki pengalaman dalam menangani urusan internal, tiket reinkarnasi tidak terlalu sulit.
Dia melayangkan tinjunya ke udara sejenak, lalu menundukkan kepalanya sambil melihat keduanya.
Menyadari bahwa Mu Qing telah mulai menggali terowongan sendirian lagi, Mu Jin menyelinap ke arahnya.
"Apa yang tidak berhasil?"
"Uh-huh... Aku pikir itu akan berhasil satu per satu, tapi agak sulit untuk membagi bola dengan anggota tubuhku..."
Kata-kata terakhir dihilangkan, tapi aku bisa melihat dia bergumam pada dirinya sendiri, "Kurasa aku tidak bisa melakukannya."
"Semua orang seperti itu... Lihat· Apakah hanya ada sedikit orang yang melakukannya dengan benar sekarang? Kecuali mereka yang dari keluarga Samurai atau dari Sokkai, seperti orang Mu Gung itu..."
Mu Jin berkata, menunjuk ke anak-anak lain di sekitarnya.
Sebenarnya, mereka bukan satu-satunya di arena sekarang. Waktu yang awalnya merupakan waktu otonom ini menjadi waktu "pelatihan" otonom berkat kejadian terakhir.
Kamu bisa melatih tubuhmu seperti pelatihan pagi hari, atau kamu bisa mengasah seni bela dirimu seperti pelatihan pagi, tapi kamu harus berlatih bagaimanapun juga. Di bawah pengawasan para murid agung.
Dan di antara para tahanan di sekitarnya, hanya ada sekitar sepuluh dari mereka yang bisa menggunakan gerakan satu detik dengan benar seperti Mujin dan Mu Gong.
Semuanya berasal dari keluarga samurai dan sudah berurusan dengan peperangan internal.
Bahkan tiga puluh dari tujuh puluh anak-anak belum menguasai seni api, apalagi penggunaan teknik internal.
Selama hampir dua puluh hari dia belum merasakan energi itu.
Dengan kata lain, Mu Kyung, yang menganggap dirinya jelek, masih dalam keadaan berada di peringkat teratas.
"Dia akan menjadi prajurit darah di masa depan, jika itu alami, maka itu alami..."
Jika saja kepribadian pemalu itu bisa membaik, aku akan bisa terbang.
Mujin, yang menelan penyesalan seperti itu dalam hati, kali ini menunjuk ke Mu Yul yang berdiri di sampingnya.
"Tapi kau lebih baik dari Yule, kan? Aku bilang aku bisa melakukannya masing-masing."
Melihat penampilan Mu Yul, yang tidak tahu apakah dia sedang berlatih bela diri atau menari, Mu Qing juga tersenyum canggung.
Itu lucu, tapi jika kamu tertawa, kamu tampak menahan kemarahan orang lain.
"Bagaimanapun, Tuan, kamu melakukannya dengan baik, jadi kamu hanya perlu berlatih sedikit lagi. Aku akan membantu si bodoh itu..."
Mujin, yang cukup menenangkan Muqing, mendekati Mu Yul.
"Yule· Apa yang kamu lakukan sebelumnya?"
"Oh! Aku tidak bisa mengingat urutan yang kupelajari dari paman Master Hyejeong tadi. Heh"
"Hmmm· Bisakah kamu ceritakan apa yang kamu ingat?"
"Mmmm Apakah itu dimulai dengan ronde pertama dan kemudian pergi ke tengah perang?"
"··· Itu masalah besar di tengah tahun..."
"Oh ya! Heheh· Lalu dia membagi qi dan mengambil darah ksatria dan darah anjing di bahu kirinya."
"Itu benar untuk dilukis..."
"Oh! Apakah begitu?"
"····"
"Heheh... Aku bingung..."
Melihat penampilan yang cerah itu, Mujin tanpa sadar mengangkat tangannya untuk membasuh wajahnya dengan kering.
"Buddha terlalu berlebihan."
Dia sangat cerdas dan lambat, tapi dia sangat pandai merasakan qi sehingga dia merasakannya cukup awal.
Bahkan jika kepalaku bodoh, itu terlalu bodoh.
'Mmmm· Apakah aku perlu menjaga kepalaku serendah mungkin?'
Setelah berpikir sejenak, Mujin memutuskan untuk mengambil pendekatan sederhana. Aku memutuskan untuk menggunakan metode yang sama yang kugunakan untuk mengajari anggota tubuhku sebagai pelatih.
"Ayo... Jangan khawatir tentang nama darah untuk saat ini, bisakah kamu sampai sejauh ini?"
Mu Jin bertanya, menekan tangannya ke darah Qi Hai, yang merupakan titik awal dari Tinju Cincin Yan, dan Mu Yul menjawab dengan senyum cerah.
"Ya!"
"Jadi bagaimana kamu pergi dari sini ke sini?"
"Kamu bisa melakukannya!"
Mu Jin menunjuk dengan jarinya melalui Qi Hai ke Zhong Wan Guo, dan Mu Yul menjawab dengan percaya diri.
"Coba saja itu..."
"Ya!"
"··· Oke?"
"Ya! Aku melakukannya! Heh"
"Lalu ambil waktu sejenak untuk melepasnya dan jangan khawatir tentang nama darah kali ini. Setelah menarik udara internal ke titik itu lagi, aku membagi qi dan pergi ke tempat ini. Kamu bisa mengirimnya ke darah di bahumu dan darah di dadamu."
Menghilangkan nama pedang darah, Mu Jin menekan jarinya pada setiap darah secara berurutan, dan setelah beberapa saat, Mu Yul menganggukkan kepalanya seolah dia mengerti.
"Wow! Aku sudah lama bingung dengan nama dan lokasi pohon darah, tapi kurasa mudah melakukannya dengan cara ini!"
"Itu hal yang baik. Oh, dan jika kamu bingung atau lupa, aku akan bertanya lagi. Aku akan melupakannya lagi..."
"Mmmm! Ya? Apakah aku bilang aku akan mengirimmu ke sini dari sini?"
"··· Tidak· Jangan pergi ke sana, pergi ke sini..."
Mujin bisa dengan jelas melihat dari penampilan Mu Yul bahwa dia telah lupa hanya dalam beberapa detik.
Mengapa nama Mu Yul tidak muncul di novel?
* * *
Sekitar empat puluh hari telah berlalu sejak Mujin mulai belajar cara menggunakan serangan internal dari Tinju Cincin Yan.
Seperti yang diperkirakan Mu Jin, Huizheng dan para murid mengajarinya cara menggunakan makanan herbal berikutnya satu hari pada satu waktu, tetapi karena itu adalah seni bela diri dasar, tidak banyak herbal, jadi pengajaran selesai hanya dalam sepuluh hari.
Sejak itu, setiap anak terus berlatih dengan kecepatan mereka sendiri, dan satu bulan lagi berlalu.
Tidak hanya Mu Jin dan Mu Gong, tetapi juga Wu Qing dan Mu Yul berhasil menguasai semua sepuluh herbal di Alam Yanhuan.
Dan jumlah anak yang telah menguasai semua sepuluh herbal dari tujuh puluh pendaftar hanya sekitar tiga puluh.
Namun, perubahan paling mencolok Mujin bukanlah bahwa dia telah menguasai semua sepuluh herbal dari Alam Yan Ring.
Waktu pelatihan fajar seperti biasa·
Alih-alih tongkat barbel, dia menenun beberapa karung dan melilitkannya di bahunya, dan ketika Mujin melakukan squat.
Berkeliaran mengawasi pelatihan para peserta tanpa berpikir, Dharma Kang memiringkan kepalanya.
"Mengapa tubuh Mu Jin tampak sedikit lebih kuat?"
Bingung, dia menggosok matanya sekali dan menatap Mu Jin lagi.
'Tunggu... Berapa banyak karung yang dipegang Mu Jin sekarang?'
Baru kemudian dia menyadari bahwa dia tidak membuat kesalahan, dan dia tidak bisa menyembunyikan keterkejutannya.
Membangun otot melalui olahraga tidak berubah dalam semalam. Seperti membangun menara, usahamu menumpuk hari demi hari, dan hasilnya akan muncul secara bertahap suatu hari nanti.
Dan sekarang, lebih dari dua bulan sejak Choi Kang-hyuk merasuki Mujin·
Akhirnya, hasil mulai terlihat.
Tentu saja, itu baru dua bulan. Awalnya, dia tidak memiliki tubuh yang dia miliki ketika dia adalah Choi Kang-hyuk, atau tubuh yang sangat berotot.
Tapi dua bulan lalu, tubuh Mujin, yang hanya anak lingkungan biasa, dihiasi dengan otot-otot yang tidak besar tapi jelas terbentuk.
Perubahan itu sangat terlihat ketika dibandingkan dengan anak-anak lain.
Mujin, yang merupakan yang terakhir dari para peserta, sudah mulai melampaui para biksu lainnya.
'··· Apakah benar apa yang dikatakan Mujin?'
Pernyataan Mu Jin bahwa metode pelatihan Shaolin tidak tahu apa-apa mungkin benar.
Pikiran tidak sopan muncul di benak Fa Kang yang seharusnya tidak berani dia pikirkan sebagai murid Shaolin.
* * *
Apakah metode pelatihan Shaolin salah?
Terjebak dalam topik seperti itu, Dharma Kang merenung sendirian selama beberapa jam.
Karena sifatnya yang jujur, dia tidak berani bertanya kepada siapa pun tentang topik yang tampaknya menyangkal Shaolin, yang bisa dikatakan sebagai akarnya.
Dan Hyunsheng, yang bertanggung jawab atas pesta itu, dengan mudah bisa membaca kedalaman wajah Fa Kang.
"Dharma· Kamu tampaknya memiliki kesedihan yang dalam di hatimu."
"Oh... Aku akan menemuimu."
Dharma Kang, yang sedang melamun dengan banyak pikiran, terlambat memberikan penghormatan setengah hati kepada Hyunsung. Dia bahkan tidak menyadari bahwa Hyunsung sedang mendekat.
"Kekhawatiran orang seringkali tidak berarti ketika kamu mengeluarkannya dari hutan. Jadi jangan khawatir, ceritakan saja padaku. Apa yang sangat mengganggu hatimu?"
"Itu..."
Sejenak, Dharma River menggeliat tidak seperti biasanya.
Melihat Hyunsung tersenyum ramah, dia memberanikan diri dan menceritakan kekhawatirannya.
Fakta bahwa dia menyadari perubahan Mujin dan kecurigaan tidak sopan bahwa metode pelatihan Shaolin benar-benar salah.
"Huh... Seberapa jauh kemajuan Mujin selama bertahun-tahun?"
Mendengar kata-kata Fa lecture, Hyunsung juga meletus dengan seruan lembut. Aku sudah memperhatikannya untuk waktu yang lama, tapi itu hanya karena watak Mujin dan bakat bela dirinya. Aku bahkan tidak memperhatikan metode pelatihannya. Tidak, aku tidak memperhatikannya, tapi aku pikir itu adalah pelatihan yang akan merusak watak dan bakatnya.
Oleh karena itu, Hyunsung merasa dia perlu memeriksa dengan matanya sendiri apakah apa yang dikatakan Fa Kang itu benar.
"Bisakah kamu membawa Mu Jin kembali ke Pertempuran Tang Zhu?"
"Mu Jinyi?"
"Ya... Kurasa jawaban atas masalah ini tidak akan diselesaikan dengan kekhawatiran kita sendiri. Bukankah lebih baik melihat anak yang bersangkutan dan berbicara dengannya secara langsung?"
"··· Mengerti· Paman Sam."
Dharma Kang sekali lagi membungkuk kepada Hyunsheng dengan satu tangan dan bergerak menuju aula para inisiator.
Kemudian, setelah menatap punggung Dharma River untuk beberapa saat, Hyunsung tiba-tiba berbalik ke arah aula dengan wajah yang tampaknya telah mengalihkan kekhawatirannya.
* * *
'Apakah aku mengalami kecelakaan tanpa se
Group Training Supervision (1)
Evening Hours·
Mu Jin and the others were swinging their fists as they took their places in the arena.
What they were practicing was the first batch of the annuity that they had learned in training this morning.
It was the most basic introductory martial arts, but it was complicated for young children, so on the first day, they only taught me how to use a one-second internal attack.
Mujin speculated that it might be an additional herb meal a day from now on.
And thanks to the fact that he had only practiced the one-second meal repeatedly during the morning training, Mujin was now able to use it quite reliably.
When he got into his position and threw a punch, there was no doubt that the hole was bursting out.
Mujin's next door was also easily using the first candle of the annual.
For Mu Gung, who came from a samurai family and already had experience in dealing with internal affairs, the reincarnation ticket was not too difficult.
He threw his fist into the air for a moment, and then lowered his head as he looked at the two of them.
Noticing that Mu Qing had begun to dig into the tunnel by himself again, Mu Jin snuck up on him.
"What's not working?"
"Uh-huh... I think it's going to work one by one, but it's a little difficult to split the ball with your limbs..."
The last words were omitted, but I could see that he was muttering to himself, "I guess I can't do it."
"Everybody is like that... Look· Aren't there very few guys who are doing it right now? Except for those who are from the Samurai family or from the Sokkai, like the Mugung guy..."
Mu Jin said, gesturing to the other children around him.
In fact, they weren't the only ones in the theater now. This time, which was originally autonomous time, became autonomous "training" time thanks to the last incident.
You can train your body like early morning training, or you can hone your martial arts like morning training, but you had to train anyway. Under the watchful eye of the Great Disciples.
And among the inmates around him, there were only about ten of them who could properly use the one-second eclipse like Mujin and Mu Gong.
All of them were from the samurai family and had already dealt with internal warfare.
Even thirty of the seventy-year-old children had not yet mastered the art of the fire, let alone the use of the inner technique.
For nearly twenty days he had not yet felt the energy.
In other words, Mu Kyung, who thought he was ugly, was still in a state of being in the top ranks.
"He was going to be a blood warrior in the future, but if it's natural, it's natural..."
If only that timid personality would get better, I'd be able to fly around.
Mujin, who swallowed such regret inwardly, pointed to Mu Yul standing next to him this time.
"But you're better than Yule, aren't you? I said I could do each one."
Seeing the appearance of Mu Yul, who didn't know whether he was practicing martial arts or dancing, Mu Qing also smiled awkwardly.
It's funny, but if you laugh, you seem to be holding back the other person's anger.
"Anyway, sir, you're doing well, so you'll just need to practice a little more. I'm going to help that idiot..."
Mujin, who had moderately soothed Muqing, approached Mu Yul.
"Yule· What have you been doing before?"
"Oh! I can't remember the order in which I learned from Master Hyejeong's uncle earlier. Heh
"Hmmm· Can you tell me what you remember?"
"Mmmm Did you start with the first round and then go to the middle of the war?"
“··· It's a big deal in the middle of the year..."
"Oh yes! Heheh· Then he divided the qi and took the knight's blood and the canine blood on his left shoulder."
"It's right to paint..."
"Oh! Is that so?"
“····”
"Heheh... I'm confused..."
Seeing the sunny appearance, Mujin unconsciously raised his hands to wash his face dryly.
"The Buddha is too much."
He was very resourceful and slow, but he was so good at feeling qi that he felt it quite early.
Even if my head was ignorant, I was too ignorant.
'Mmmm· Do I need to keep my head as low as possible?'
After thinking about it for a while, Mujin decided to take a simple approach. I decided to use the same method I used to teach my body members as a trainer.
"Come on... Don't worry about the name of the blood for now, can you get this far?"
Mu Jin asked, pressing his hand against the Qi Hai Blood, which was the starting point of the Yan Ring Fist, and Mu Yul replied with a bright smile.
"Yes!"
"So how do you go from here to here?"
"You can do it!"
Mu Jin pointed his finger through the Qi Sea to Zhong Wan Guo, and Mu Yul replied confidently.
"Just try that..."
"Yes!"
“··· Okay?"
"Yes! I did it! Heh
"Then take a moment to take it off and don't worry about the name of the blood this time. After pulling up the inner air to that point again, I divided the qi and went to this place. You can send it to the blood in your shoulders and the blood in your chest."
Omitting the name of the blood sword, Mu Jin pressed his finger on each blood in order, and after a while, Mu Yul shook his head as if he understood.
"Wow! I've been confused about the name and location of the blood tree for a long time, but I think it's easy to do it this way!"
"That's a good thing. Oh, and if you get confused or forget, I'll ask you again. I'm going to forget about it again..."
"Mmmm! Yes? Did I say I'm going to send you here from here?"
“··· Nope· Don't go there, go this way..."
Mujin could clearly tell from the appearance of Mu Yul that he had forgotten in just a few seconds.
Why didn't the name Mu Yul appear in the novel?
* * *
About forty days have passed since Mujin began to learn how to use the inner attack of the Yan Ring Fist.
As Mu Jin expected, Huizheng and the disciples taught him how to use the next herb food one day at a time, but since it was a basic martial art, there were not many herbs, so the teaching was completed in only ten days.
Since then, each child has continued to train at their own pace, and another month has passed.
Not only Mu Jin and Mu Gong, but also Wu Qing and Mu Yul managed to master all ten herbs in the Yanhuan Realm.
And the number of children who had mastered all ten herbs of the seventy enrollees was only about thirty.
However, Mujin's most striking change was not that he had mastered all the ten herbs of the Yan Ring Realm.
Dawn training time as usual·
Instead of a barbell stick, he weaves several sacs and drapes them over his shoulders, and when Mujin is doing squats.
Wandering around watching the training of the inductees without thinking, Dharma Kang tilted his head.
"Why does Mu Jin's body seem to be a little stronger?"
Puzzled, he rubbed his eyes once and looked at Mu Jin again.
'Wait... How many sacs is Mu Jin holding right now?'
It was only then that he realized that he had not made a mistake, and he couldn't hide his surprise.
Building muscle through exercise doesn't change overnight. Like building a tower, your efforts accumulate day by day, and the results will gradually emerge one day.
And now, more than two months after Choi Kang-hyuk possessed Mujin·
At last, the results began to show.
Of course, it was only two months old. Originally, he didn't have the body he had when he was Choi Kang-hyuk, or the immensely muscular body.
But two months ago, Mujin's body, which had been just an ordinary neighborhood kid, was dotted with muscles that weren't big but clearly outlined.
The change was especially pronounced when compared to other children.
Mujin, who was the last of the inductees, was already starting to outpace the other monks.
‘··· Was it really true that Mujin said it?"
Mu Jin's statement that Shaolin's training methods are ignorant may be true.
An irreverent thought came to Fa Kang's mind that he should not have dared to think of as a Shaolin disciple.
* * *
Is Shaolin's training method wrong?
Caught up in such a topic, Dharma Kang pondered alone for several hours.
Because of his honest temper, he didn't dare to ask anyone about the topic that seemed to deny Shaolin, which can be said to be his roots.
And Hyunsheng, who was in charge of the party, could easily read the depth of the face of the Fa Kang.
"Dharma· You seem to have deep sorrow in your heart."
"Oh . . . I'm going to see you."
Dharma Kang, who was in a daze with a lot of thought, belatedly gave Hyunsung a half-heartedness. He didn't even notice that Hyunsung was approaching.
"People's worries are often insignificant when you take them out of the woods. So don't worry, just tell me. What is disturbing your heart so much?"
"That's it..."
For a moment, the Dharma River squirms uncharacteristically.
Seeing Hyunsung smiling benevolently, he made up his mind and told him about his worries.
The fact that he realized Mujin's change and the irreverent suspicion that Shaolin's training method was really wrong.
"Huh... How far has Mujin come in the intervening years?"
At the words of the Fa lecture, Hyunsung also burst out with a soft exclamation. I've been paying attention to it for a long time, but that's only because of Mujin's disposition and talent for martial arts. I wasn't even paying attention to her training methods. No, I didn't pay attention to it, but I thought it was a training that would corrupt my disposition and talents.
Therefore, Hyunsung felt that he needed to check with his own eyes whether what the Fa Kang said was really true.
"Can you bring Mu Jin back to the Tang Zhu Battle?"
"Mu Jinyi?"
"Yes. . . I don't think the answer to this problem will be solved by our own worries. Wouldn't it be better to see the child in question and talk to him in person?"
“··· Got it· Uncle Sam."
Dharma Kang once again bowed to Hyunsheng with one hand and moved towards the hall of the initiators.
Then, after staring at the back of the Dharma River for a while, Hyunsung suddenly turned to the hall with a face that seemed to have shifted his worries.
* * *
'Did I have an accident without my knowledge?'
The Dharma lecture that came suddenly, "The Master of the Tang is looking for you." It was a thought that came to my mind without knowing it.
But at least since he went to the Cotton Wall Training, he was proud to have been quiet.
As expected, Mu Yul and Mu Qing, who were training next to him, also shook their heads and said to Mu Jin.
"Mujin-ah, who else did you hit?"
"Mu Mu Priest · This time, I have to go and tell you that I was wrong. Okay?"
"Tsk· Did you have another accident?"
“····”
I wonder if I've already forgotten the grace that these people have nurtured and taught me, but I'm talking to them very beautifully.
"What do you do? The Lord is waiting for you, let's go."
“··· Yes· Dharma Lecture Dormitory·"
Mu Jin gently raised his fist to the three of them, leaving a warning, and followed the Dharma River to Tang Juzhen.
"Uncle Hyunsung· I'm here with the great disciple Dharma Kang Mujin."
"Come in·"
After Hyunsheng's permission was granted, Mujin entered the hall with Dharma Kang.
“····”
“····”
But for some reason, Hyunsung called him out, and he just stared at him with a strange expression without saying a word.
It wasn't looking at Mujin's face, it was looking at every inch of his body.
'Ahem· I'm embarrassed that I haven't gained much muscle yet."
Compared to the body he had in the days of Choi Kang-hyuk, he was still at a level of shame, so he was a little embarrassed, so he slid into a posture and strengthened his muscles.
“··· What are you doing?"
"Side Chest . . . No, I'm just trying to get a little bit of a posture for a while."
It was Mujin who tried bodybuilding posture to emphasize his weak muscles a little.
Still, thanks to the travelogue, the silence that had been lingering in the hall receded, and Hyunsung opened his mouth once before continuing.
"It seems like it's been a long time since we've talked to each other face-to-face..."
"Yes· I think it's the first time since that last time. Tang Monk·"
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