Hyeonjilmusin - Chapter 88



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88. Rotation (5)

I stopped talking and looked around the training ground. It was a mixture of joy and sorrow. The shamans were as if they had been poured cold water on them, unable to raise their heads for a moment, and Jegal Se-ga was jumping around as if there was a hot ember on the floor.

“……sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry. It’s a strategy. A strategy.”

Myeong-yeop smiled and patted Myeong-hwa’s shoulder, who was lying down in a pool of water.

Unlike the disciples and elders who were watching, who were anxious, we who were actually going out to the rain were calm enough to even joke around.

Of course, this means that their spirit is that strong, but what I said before the fight might have also had an impact.

‘The first fight will probably be a total loss.’

That was my guess. Myungyeop and the other disciples were clamoring for the first time, but it was a reasonable guess.

The purpose of the Jegal Se-ga is to show off their changes by using us as a stepping stone. That’s why the Jegal Se-ga is expecting more from this turn than the Mu-dang-pa.

The Mudangpa thought they would naturally win against Jegal Se-ga, so they would react somewhat complacently, while Jegal Se-ga would have devised a strategy for sure victory.

Of course, momentum is important in such a short-term fight. That is why I think that Jegal Se-ga had no choice but to risk his life in the first fight. Furthermore, it is a fight that ends if he wins the 5th line first. He must think that winning first is more important than anything else.

“The first victory was the victory of Zhuge Jing and Confucius.”

And my judgment was correct. Myeonghwa was one of the strong players on our side, but he ended up losing.

Unlike Ming Hua who returned with his shoulders relaxed, Zhuge Jing returned home in glory with both hands raised to the sky.

“After we finish clearing the training grounds, we will proceed with the second round.”

The shaman’s three great disciples came out. After one round of divination, the terrain changed due to the steps they had taken, so leveling work was needed.

Among the disciples who were doing the leveling work were my brothers. Myungkyung, Myungsung, Myungjin. They and the other disciples couldn’t even look at us. They probably thought that looking at us would be a burden.

Myeongyeop seemed to notice that too and whispered next to me.

“The priests are admirable. Aren’t they?”

“It’s a death sentence for me.”

“Oh, right. Is that how it is?”

Myeongyeop scratched the back of his head as if embarrassed. In any case, the important thing was that our atmosphere was not bad.

After that, we also have a second disciple, and there, too, we come out according to the second disciple distribution.

bang!

And in this match, the man from the Jegal family won after a fierce battle between the Baekchosiks.

“The second victory was the victory of Prince Zhuge Xuancheng… … .”

I nodded. After losing twice in a row, we could see signs of nervousness on our side as well.

“Why do the children of the non-partisan faction seem to be powerless?”

On the other side, Elder Zhuge Shi shouted. The Wudangpa people were blushing and couldn’t say anything.

The result of the fight was one thing, but the content of the fight was the problem.

The first time, and the second time, the non-partisan warriors lost because they only used defensive tactics. That’s why, from the onlookers’ perspective, it only seemed like the warriors of Zhuge Liang were unilaterally attacking and the end was over.

Even from the perspective of the non-partisan leadership, it was a situation where they had no choice but to take action. In the end, Qing sent Qinghua down to our side.

“… … guys.”

“Ah, private tutoring.”

“Why are you so discouraged?”

It seemed like Cheonghwa was choosing her words for our best interest.

If we turn the conversation around, it means why we were helplessly defeated without even launching an offensive. And we were not so young that we could not figure that out.

“Don’t worry. It’s private.”

Myeongyeop said, pounding his chest. Cheonghwa looked at us as if she couldn’t understand.

“It’s fortunate that you don’t seem nervous… … .”

“I’m nervous, but I’m trying to control it.”

“Yeah. That would be perfect.”

Myungyeop’s eyes trembled. Yes. He too couldn’t help but be nervous. The great disciples were said to be in their thirties, but from my perspective, thirty was still too young.

Because, unlike other people in their thirties, they don’t meet many people in society and have spent a long time in Mt. Mudang.

“Master.”

“okay.”

“Believe me. Didn’t you say it yesterday? I’ll believe you.”

“Yeah, that’s true. But that’s true.”

Cheonghwa hesitated. Since she was facing a big event, she couldn’t be as eager as usual, but it wasn’t like she had nothing to say. I could see the Master struggling between the two. I laughed at that.

“Are you laughing?”

“We will win next time.”

I was confident. And I had reason to be.

“Next are the seal of Myeongyeop and the prince of Zhuge Chengwan.”

Because we are at full power on our side.

Certainly, the martial arts of the Zhuge family were amazing. It was not the martial arts of the Zhuge family that I had previously observed. To be exact, the martial arts were similar, but the people had changed. They were completely different people in terms of talent and intelligence.

However, despite that, the shaman’s stronghold was still high. It is not something to be said that they lost twice in a row, but even though Zhuge Liang showed such absurd achievements, the shaman did not easily fall.

In that sense, the power of the Mudangpa and the Jegalsega family was equal. It was also a point where the gap between the Jegalsega and the Mudangpa could be seen. The Jegalsega family had to grow tremendously to become equal to the Mudangpa.

But that was no reason for the independents to lose. The independents had to win.

“start.”

The men called Myeongyeop and Jegal Seongwan were attached. The first and second were disciples of the second generation, so they were attached to each other, but Jegal Seongwan and Myeongyeop were people who were close to the second generation.

The strength and speed of the martial arts were different. Every time the swords clashed, a whirlwind of wind would burst out of the martial arts arena.

I made a shade with my hands and looked at the rain. The other disciples did the same.

The situation in the battle was favorable for Myeongyeop. Although Zhuge Liangwan’s achievements were surprisingly outstanding, Myeongyeop had the advantage in speed, strength, and internal energy.

The shaman’s disciples clenched their fists. It was the first time they had seen a win. It was a good opportunity to blow away the momentum that had been lost in a losing streak.

However, Myeongyeop could not easily finish off Jegal Seongwan. Even when his sword reached Jegal Seongwan’s vital point, Myeongyeop would quickly slow down. That’s why even though Jegal Seongwan was on the defensive, he was able to make a lot of moves.

When I glanced behind me, the shaman elders seemed puzzled. It was obvious that they could finish it, but they were not.

“Does Myeongyeop lack practical experience?”

“I’m sure you’ve never killed anyone directly.”

“So that’s why you can’t hit the vital spot?”

There was even talk like that among the elders. They were also anxious, so they spoke loudly enough for me to hear.

In the end, after striking Baek Cho-sik, Myeong-yeop barely managed to subdue Jegal Seong-wan by striking his neck with the back of his sword.

“Phew.”

The fight ended with Myeongyeop’s sigh.

“The third victory is the victory of the Myungyeop Dojo.”

Still, victory is victory, and the disciples of the shamans cheered. Even though Myeongyeop had won, his face had aged by three years. It was difficult because he had shared so many sums.

“You’ve seen this much, right?”

Myungyeop spoke quietly. Perhaps the other disciples and elders did not hear his words. I smiled and nodded.

“That’s enough.”

***

“Zhuge Liang has really sharpened his sword.”

“I see.”

Cheong-ui hid his impatience and answered. Jang Moon-in must not waver now. Jang Moon-in is the root of the sect. If the root shakes, how will the fragile branches endure the wind?

“The content of the non-combat is not that good.”

Cheong-ui nodded at Cheong-hwa’s words.

What the elders were worried about was the content of the battle. When the Zhuge family won, they would continue the offensive and then lose, but when the Wudang faction won, they would barely win.

To be honest, the elders couldn’t understand it. Some of the non-combatants could be finished off by the disciples of the shaman faction within ten minutes. Still, at least they took Bai Hep.

The elders thought so. As the peace continued, the disciples had little practical experience.

This was also a phenomenon that often appeared among the post-Jeongpa indices. When fighting others with a real sword, the sword hesitated. To a warrior, killing a person was like climbing over a wall.

A certain ronin said that the experience of killing people was equivalent to half a year of internal energy. This meant that even if they had the same level of internal energy, the difference in skill between someone who had killed someone and someone who didn’t was half a year of internal energy.

“Have we raised our disciples too complacently?”

Of course, the non-partisan faction also received a lot of education on this. In life-or-death situations or important battles, you should never hesitate to use your sword. Especially between masters, the outcome can be decided in an instant.

However, there are some things that cannot be solved by education alone. No matter how much you teach people how to stab and cut their weak points, what good is that? Getting involved directly is a completely different matter.

“If this battle is over, we should also clean up some of the Heukdo and Nokrimdo islands.”

“great.”

Qingyi spoke seriously. No matter what the outcome of the battle was, Jang Moon-in needed to see the forest ahead.

If the disciples couldn’t finish when they had to, there would be problems in the future.

Even as the elders conversed, the fight continued. The nature of the fight was similar. When the shamans won, it was evenly matched, and when the shamans lost, it was one-sided.

“But isn’t it a little strange?”

Then Cheongsu, who was watching from the side, said.

“What are you talking about?”

“Haven’t you seen it? Myungyeop did the same thing, and when we fight, he pulls us towards him. It’s so we can see him better.”

The current martial arts field is a large rectangular shape. To the east of the martial arts field is the Mudang faction, and to the west is the Jegal family.

The disciples of the Wudang faction, whether they won or lost, all pushed east and fought. To be exact, they exchanged swords right in front of the disciples who were about to go out to the next battle.

Cheong-yu, who was sitting next to Jang-mun-in, answered Cheong-su’s question mixed with doubt.

“What does that mean? Isn’t it because Zhuge Liang is pushing the kids like that right now because they have good momentum?”

“No. Our children’s eyes are not dead either.”

Cheongsu shook his head at Cheongyu’s rebuttal. In fact, when the elders looked, the eyes of the disciples, including Mukhwiyeong, were shining. The only ones who were anxious were the elders and disciples who were watching. If Cheongsu hadn’t said anything, they wouldn’t have known.

Cheong-ui felt embarrassed for a moment. They were so caught up in their own emotions that they neglected to take care of their disciples. If the disciples did not give up, what kind of example would it be if the superiors were to remain like this?

“So what the priest is trying to say is, are they doing this on purpose?”

“Aren’t you guys continuing to exchange opinions with each other, including Whiyoung?”

It was certainly so. Unlike the people of Zhuge Shiga who would rub shoulders and cheer after their dances, the disciples of the Wudangpa would gather in a circle and have serious conversations among themselves after their dances.

“There is no need for that… … .”

Cheong-yu stopped talking. He also realized it soon.

Certainly, the martial arts of the Wudangpa were famous enough to be widely known throughout the Central Plains, but the martial arts of the Zhuge Liang family were not widely known.

‘then…….’

Cheong-ui suddenly stood up. The eighth round. The score was tied as the second disciple of the Mu-dang-pa won.

“So we finally made it this far.”

Cheonghwa recited. Mukhwiyeong slowly walked out into the training ground, the sword on his waist rattling.

The final round of the rotation was about to begin.