Even if the qi of both Kwon and Gak were still within the span of one span, Geom Woo-bin would be the only Moorim who created the Ki at the age of 12.
Jang Man-dok’s mouth, watching Geom Woo-bin’s training, remained half-opened before the break. Two hours had already passed since Woo-bin had poured out his encouragement. That was enough time to wear one out just by moving one’s limbs.
‘Currently, the inner strength of the death penalty is about this sudden, but to practice the two Sijins like that means that the iron blood master has reached the stage of the Seven Stars!’
From now on, even with Ungi Haenggong, Geom Woo-bin’s skill will be built up surprisingly quickly as he gets older. What surprised Jang Man-dok was the firmness of Geom Woo-bin’s inner strength. If this was a normal, sudden inner work, even the first time Jin, who had practiced kwonbeop whilst full of strength, couldn’t stand it.
However, Geom Woo-bin had already done two examinations, and if he left it alone, he would have the momentum to do two more. Evidence of the strength of the inner Gong was in contact with the achievement of the Iron Blood Gong.
‘I thought it would be five years at the earliest, but if I do well, I might be able to finish the training in three years.’
If it was the martial arts of the blood wind lion that Geom Woo-bin had learned in the eight-star Cheol-Hyeokgong, it was enough to be called a first-class expert in Moorim.
‘You may be leaving our arms sooner than you think.’
“The wafting aura seems quite unfamiliar, but it is as expected,” Seok-san nodded.
“If the execution goes well, he will come out around this time next year.” Do Pyeong-su remarked.
“What would you do if they said you were going out to Moorim as soon as you came out?”
Seo Seok-san took that response in. “If you look at the martial arts alone, there are very few young chicks who are ahead of the death penalty among the late Moorim indexes, but nonetheless, it is a little different for the thirteen-year-old Moorim.”
“Do you think the death penalty is young? He was originally a precocious person, and since he has mastered the world of Manbak, he will eat steamed rice, which is an old-fashioned Moorim.”
He could not refute Yeon Geum-Hong’s words. “There was no mention of the death penalty going out, so don’t worry in advance, and let’s discuss what Seok-san said earlier.”
“What am I?”
“Teaching martial arts to the Hangzhou Incident?”
“I’m just going to tell you a few. What a great thing that is.”
“The Blood Lion is teaching martial arts, isn’t that insignificant?”
Yeon Geum-Hong nodded. “The stronger the better, as there are some things this time around, and there is a possibility that the lower ones will be executed.”
Do Pyeong-su then asked, “So, you want me to teach martial arts as Seok-san said?”
“If you’re teaching, how about making a disciple?”
Do Pyeong-su gave a sullen expression at the question of Yeon Ji-hong. “Among those old blunts?”
“When you talk about your age, you have no choice but to suck it up.”
“You have to have a taste for teaching to make disciples! Teach the death penalty, teach the Hangzhou Incident! Are you all going to burst and die?”
“Compared to the death penalty, we too are dull. Is that not the case?”
Do Pyeong-su had no choice but to nod at the words of Yeon Ji-hong. “I suddenly remember the time when my father passed away. He regretted that he didn’t accept us as disciples sooner.”
He didn’t think that he would regret it when he died because he didn’t take the Hangzhou Incident as a disciple, but when he started talking about his master, he became sober, and no one protested against the words of Yeong Ji-hong.
“If you are seriously considering accepting the Hangzhou Incident as a disciple, I am in favor.” Seok-san said.
“It’s not something we can decide on our own. You must get permission from the death penalty.”
“Of course. Once we reach an agreement, the order is to inform the death penalty.”
“I agree.” Seo Seok-san also agreed, and Do Pyeong-su glanced at Jang Man-dok.
“What? Do you agree, too? How are you going to teach without opening your mouth? Through writing? Don’t tell me you’re going to leave it untouched.”
In the end, a consensus was reached. “Now all that is left is to get permission from the death penalty. Who will talk? What? Man-dok, is that what you do?”
Everyone looked at Jang Man-dok with a bewildered expression. “Are you going to talk to the death penalty?”
Of course, the answer to Seo Seok-san’s question came from Do Pyeong-su. “You mean the executioner read your expression?”
Jang Man-dok nodded. “The death penalty, great!”
Of course, Geom Woo-bin and Eun-Blood Pungsa gladly allowed the anti-juicing incident to become a disciple.
―I’m sorry for making four bags at the age of execution.
-Oh! That’s right! This is really embarrassing.
―I will do my best to create good qualities that are not ashamed of the death penalty.
-Don’t make it too hard.
―I intend to teach slowly.
That was the conversation between Geom Woo-bin and Jang Man-dok with facial expressions.
“Sit down.” At Do Pyeong-su’s words, the Hangzhou Incident had to be hesitant, and there were only four chairs on which the blood lion was seated.
Sehwa, who was quick-witted, knelt on the floor first, and Samak Gangseo also knelt on the cold floor.
“How’s your body?” Go Seobang politely answered Seo Seok-san’s question.
“It was almost all right.” After revenge for the Black Serpent, the heart of the Hangzhou Incident was filled with respect for the Blood Lion.
Although on the outside, Go Dong is behaving like Oh-Dong, the fact that Samak Gangseo was stabbed by a knife and ran to annihilate Heuksamun was proof that he cared for them on the inside.
“From now on, listen carefully to what I have to say. You are dead from today.”
Do Pyeong-su’s words came out of nowhere, but he could clearly hear the words ‘dead.’
Hangzhou’s face was bleached white. “I, we… … Whoa, what… … Did you do something wrong?”
It was respectable, but it was still considered scary. Jeon Yeong-hong gave a pint glass to Do Pyeong-su.
“What if I start with those words after removing the front and back? I’m not doing anything right anyway. Do you guys want to stay as workers or become our disciples?”
Disciple of the Blood Lion? It was quite an unrealistic name. So, the answer was late, and when Jeon Yeong-hong said, ‘You don’t want to be a disciple?’ Kang Seo Samak shouted at the same time. “I will! student!”
He was not just anyone else; he was actually a disciple of Moorim’s best blood wind lion. Most of Moorim’s giyeon came from when they were young, but Samak Gangseo didn’t get the giyeon that he had only heard in words until he was in his fifties.
Gangseo Samak was full of expectations, but Sehwa remained silent and did not answer. Jeon Yeong-hong frowned as his sub-servant kept silent.
“Why? Do you not want to be my disciple?”
“No, that’s not it, I’m now twenty-seven, can I learn martial arts?”
Oh Tongsu groaned. “We are fifty-one! It’s only half of us!”
“The older brothers are originally from Moorim! The only martial arts that I know of is bangjungsul!”
“Fuck!”
Three of the blood lions burst out laughing, and the alchemist Hong grabbed his head. Since he was his servant, it was his responsibility to teach his martial arts.
“Who said bangjungsul is martial arts?”
“The courtesan who taught me the martial arts is sometimes said to be the strongest martial artist in the world… … is not it?”
Seok-san said, “Well, that’s not entirely wrong. There is a saying that men rule the world, but women rule men.”
“Noisy! You flirt!”
He calmed down and said in a more relaxed tone, calming his anger with a deep breath. “There is a saying that the earliest time is when you think it is too late. If you don’t want to learn martial arts, there’s nothing you can do about it. Just remain a worker.”
If it was a high-class prostitute enough to be called the best in Gangseo, she could be called the best master in the world. If she was left as a worker here, she might be left to just do menial chores and simply die of old age.
“Oh, no! I will study hard to death!”
“You don’t need to be prepared for that. We’ll make you feel like that.”
The regret that ‘I will remain a worker’ crept into his head.
Seok-san said, “Then from today, you are the death penalty. If it is a death sentence, there should be a death penalty and a priest, but it goes without saying that the three of you are the youngest.”
At this, Samak Gangseo shouted at the same time. “Of course I am the ambassador!”
Oh Tongsu groaned. “Whether you look at your age or your military skills, I’m the big brother!”
“Damn! It’s not even my ten seconds!”
“One year younger than me!”
Samak Gangseo, upon witnessing this, promptly
Follow me!
At this, Samak Gangseo shook his head and fell down.
“Where dare these!” Said Do Pyeong-su, who shouted.
“I guess we have to decide. Ah! I had a good idea!”
He then asked without much expectation. “What?”
“After six months, they will be ranked according to the level of military service. Of course, this is not a novel idea. The really clever idea is to apply that sequence to us as well. You can’t really win with fraudulent sales! All the people who make them are sold out. how?”
“Oh, oh! Is that a good idea?” Seo Seok-san agreed, and Jang-man Dok-do, who had been stabbed in the side by Do-pyeong-su, nodded.
Alchemy Hong’s eyes became ferocious. “Isn’t it a masterpiece to reduce the death penalty competition from four to three? Are you guys arguing about that now? The only martial arts that I know of… … Eww…! What are you going to do after six months with what you know as a martial artist?”
In the hand of Alchemy Hong rising up, there proved to be three piercing needles. “Oh, no, we want to discuss something. If you think Setong is at a disadvantage, you can adjust the level.”
“How?”
“If you get rid of their inner skills, wouldn’t the level be the same? Should I cut off one more leg muscle vein?”
“Yes? No, that’s nonsense…! Master of the year! Don’t make such a worried expression!”
Fortunately for Gangseo Samak, it was an offer that didn’t exist. In addition to this, their fate was decided by lot.
“Who cares about their rank? It’s annoying, so I’ll do it anyway.”
Four wooden chopsticks were held in Seo Seok-san’s hand. The person who picked the longest one became the metabolite of the Hangzhou Incident.
“By the way, do you pick up Sehwa too? Regardless of your age or martial arts, of course you have to be the youngest…”
The hoarse voice of Yeon Ji-hong cut off Oh Tongsu’s words.
“Are you going to remove the inner hole and cut the root veins as Pyeong-su said?”
“Oh, no! Of course, Sehwa should also participate! Opportunities are equal for all! Hehehe!”
Only Sehwa, who had to be humbled, has a single smile. Seo Seok-san shouted at Samak Gangseo, who was fighting fiercely. “Just grab something!”
Surprised, three people stretched out their arms back and forth. In addition to this, what was left was Sehwa’s. Jeon Yeong-hong smiled and stroked Se-hwa’s hair.
“Our Sehwa has become the in-laws of the middle-aged and elderly.”
Samak Gangseo’s back was trembling with a throbbing fever. After returning from the Hangzhou Incident, Pension Hong asked Seo Seok-san. “How could you be so bad?”
“What am I?”
“You used your chopsticks.”
“It’s just a joke.” The chopsticks in Seo Seok-san’s hands were all the same length. However, when Gangseo Samak took out the chopsticks, the lower part had been made into powder. Only the chopsticks handed over to the last Sehwa remained intact, and eventually Sehwa became a great residence.
“It would be fun to quarrel with them.”
The water was hot enough to pull the chicken’s hair out at once, but Geom Woo-bin’s face was calm as she soaked her body. “The second became Oh Tongsu, the third became Goseobang, and the youngest became Galmapyeong.”
Geom Woo-bin smiled at Seo Seok-san’s words. “Has Sehwa become an ambassador? How did he become like that?”
“Because of the evil hand of fate. But what if you’re coming out soon?”
“According to Priest Zhang, it will be about a month or so.”
Seo Seok-san put his arms around the barrel containing the sword Woobin and placed her chin on it.
“What will you do first when you come out?”
“You have to go out, right? Why?”
“Somehow, I think I know.”
“What is it?”
“My name is Namgoong Hye-yeon…”
Geom Woo-bin smiled brightly and said, “Haha! Not at all. And she’s been dating him four times before.”
“Still, that’s pretty good, isn’t it?”
“He’s a good boy. But there’s a lot of work ahead, so where’s the time for a woman?”
Seo Seok-san smirked. “There is a balance in everything in the world. Look at us. I have been fighting all my life in Moorim, and because of my life, I can’t get married and have no children. It’s a shame that the death penalty exists, but how lonely our last years would have been if we didn’t.”
Seo Seok-san’s last words were full of energy. “The martial arts are good, but you also need to know how to enjoy life, death penalty.”