He spoke like a celebrity everyone knew when he heard his name, but it was the first name he had ever heard. “Don’t you know Moorim’s taboo against stealing other people’s performance?”
“Huh.”
He was at a loss for words because the answer was so simple. The combination of ringed eyes, bulbous nose and thick lips was harsh, but the expression was pure like that of a child.
“Why were you spying on me?”
“Did you just see it?”
“Then why did you just see it?”
“I want to make you a disciple.”
“Yes?”
“First of all, you are my disciple candidate. Know it with glory.”
“Aren’t you proud of one dog? And can’t you see this?”
At this, he showed the six knots tied around his waist. “It takes a lot of time, so I have to wash it.”
“You don’t know what this is? Opening. Opening!”
Gong Seong-tak only looked at So Ki-cheon with a blank look. So Ki-cheon had never seen a Moorim who did not know how to open up. If you didn’t know openness, you were definitely not a Moorim, no, you were not even a person.
“That’s Okay. Just go.”
“It looks fine with the naked eye, but I’ll have to touch the skeleton a bit.” So Ki-cheon avoided Gong Seong-tak’s hand and retreated.
“What is this…!”
He practiced the open poison tattoo corporation PS technique, but he could not avoid the hand of Gong Seong-tak. Seong-tak, who suddenly cleared his distance, traced So Ki-cheon’s arms, chest, shoulders, and thighs. Astonished, he was about to launch an attack, but Gong Seong-tak quickly fumbled and retreated like a skillful molester.
“It’s not bad either. The next thing to look at is humanity. No matter how urgent it is, we cannot pass on the martial arts skills of our clan to a guy with a strong personality.”
He thought he might be a master of martial arts in the outside world, but when he followed the technique of PS, it was clear that he had reached a considerable level in the field of internal engineering as well.
“I, I already have a master! Can’t you see that I’m practicing?”
“You can replace Sabuya.”
“I know what kind of carriage parts the master and the inquisitor are!”
“Isn’t it better to learn martial arts to be strong? It’s called a multi-faceted line.”
“Many people are not the words for that kind of thing!”
“Is it? Then everything?”
“That’s farther away!” Talking to Gong Seong-tak, he thought he was going to collapse from blood pressure at the age of twelve.
“Anyway, I have no intention of learning uncle martial arts, so please stop.”
“Hmm. There’s also decency. Humanity looks worthwhile. He is slowly getting closer to passing the second degree.”
He seemed to be talking to the wall. Still, the persistence of the beggar waiting for Dongnyang in front of him all day was remarkable. “I have no intention of replacing the former master, nor any reason to learn uncle’s martial arts. So don’t waste your time here, and go find your disciple somewhere else.”
“Will you change your mind once you see my martial arts?”
“Then, can you show me that handsome martial artist?”
“If you want to see me, I’ll show you one.”
‘I don’t want to see you!’ So Ki-cheon forced himself into holding back what he wanted to shout. In fact, he even had a slight desire to see what the level of defense Seong-tak had.
Gong Seong-tak stood facing the five-quarter-wide creek his legs crossed. The creek, where all kinds of garbage and filth flowed in, was as dirty as ink. Gong Seong-tak, with his legs shoulder-width apart, took a long breath.
Then, he raised his leg high and took a big step.
Thud! Stones and soil in the field around Gong Seong-tak bounced high. It was an advance enough to be surprising. However, the shock of Jingak spread further. Three dirty streams spurted out, and an explosion broke out on the ground beyond. Soaring blobs of dirt spread in all directions, blowing away a thick layer of dust.
Jingak, which crossed more than five streams and overturned the ground over eight sheets to a depth of two cubits, made So Ki-cheon mouth open.
“This is just a little taste. The real surprise of my martial arts isn’t the sleight of hand.”
I had to admit that Gong Seong-tak’s martial arts were rare in Moorim. “Are you thinking of changing the master?”
So Ki-cheon, who shook his head toward the face full of hope, was not happy either. “Once an open disciple is an open disciple until death.”
Gong Seong-tak had a disappointed expression on his face, but the sound of chattering got closer. It was the sound of the little beggars living with So Ki-cheon returning from their lunch break. “Ah! There may be some decent lumberjacks among those six.”
Since no beggar has officially become a disciple of openness, he could become a disciple of Gong Seong-tak if the conditions were met. “Okay? Shall we see you then?”
So Ki-cheon had suddenly become the head of his little beggars. With that, he called the beggars to enter the hut. “Hey, guys! Come here!”
The children, who could not see him because of the hut, rushed out. “Brother! I got a lot of delicious things today! They said they had a party at the big house!” The children ran proudly carrying scallops mixed with food.
“Look here in line.”
“Why?”
“It’s not a bad thing, so do what you say?”
Six of the beggars lined up. “Let’s see.”
They were all scruffy, skinny, six to ten-year-old children. Gong Seong-tak looked at the children without much expectation, and his eyes stopped at the child on the far left. One head was taller than the other children, and the skeleton was quite strong.
“How old are you?”
So Ki-cheon, who received the child’s gaze, nodded. “I am eleven years old.”
The practice of Jincheon Il-inmun was famous for accompanying pain. So, unlike other sects, they chose a disciple of an age that could tolerate suffering. “You’re a little young. Are you okay with the pain?”
“The pain will pass quickly.”
“You have a great mind. name is?”
“It’s a magic road.”
Gong Seong-tak touched Ma Jeong-gil’s body. “I’m not as good as you, but my skeleton isn’t bad. What is three plus living?”
No matter how good the skeleton was, if one was stupid, their training would inevitably be slow. However, the limit that Gong Seong-tak could test was about three plus four. ‘Because I also passed this level.’
However, Ma Jeong-gil’s reply was delayed. He was using his fingers, but there was no answer for a long time. So Ki-cheon, who had not seen it, said, “What if I eat three meals today and four tomorrow?”
Ma Jeong-gil answered right away. “Good! I ate three meals today, how would it be to eat four tomorrow?”
“Right! If you eat like that, you will have no wish!”
“I wish we could have a party every day at the rich house!”
The little beggars were chattering. So, he never heard the answer of three plus four. Gong Seong-tak sighed, and So Ki-cheon felt sorry for him. It was not an easy task to become a disciple of a master who was rare in Moorim.
“It seems that there are no children here who will be my disciples.”
So Ki-cheon called Gong Seong-tak, who turned around in disappointment.
“Wait!”
“Have you changed your mind?”
“No! There is someone more talented and a hundred times smarter than me!”
“Huh? Is there anyone like that? Age is?”
“You are one year older than me. The problem is that he may have a master too.”
The person So Ki-cheon had in mind was, of course, Geom Woo-bin. In the end, Noh Dae-sul did not reveal the true identity of the Hangzhou Saseon, and it was unclear whether Geom Woo-bin was their disciple. If there were no obstacles, learning Gong Seong-tak’s martial arts would not be bad for Geom Woo-bin.
“You can replace Sabuya.”
It hurt his mouth to say that the master was not part of the carriage. “He has a really good personality. At the very least, you must have become one of the Hangzhou Wushens at the age of thirteen?”
“Hmm. Seeing that there is a person who is good enough, it seems that he is kind.”
“It’s a fresh sleep!”
“Well, it’s all good if it’s good.”
There were also Zen (癬) meaning boils or scabies, so it wasn’t all good, but he didn’t have to say it.
“Where is the child?”
“It’s the alcohol delivery day today. Would you like to go see it?”
As in the past, Geom Woo-bin did not always come, but there were cases where the workers of Oh Seon Manor delivered deliveries, but for now, they were headed to Wolhagiru. Thanks to the hurried steps, he was able to see Geom Woo-bin leaving Wolhagiru. So Ki-cheon was about to run, but Gong Seong-tak caught it.
“For a moment!”
“Why?”
“I want to see more.”
“What?”
“You look weak. The martial arts of Jincheon-il-inmun entails great pain in the practice. But look at that kid. You look like a parasitic brother who has never suffered in your life.”
He was certain that Gum Woo-bin’s personality could be trusted, but So Ki-cheon did not know how he lived. “How disappointed would he be if I met him now and he said he couldn’t be my disciple?”
Looking at So Ki-cheon, he didn’t look like he would be so disappointed. Gong Seong-tak waved his hand. “You go away.”
A sound of ‘Tick!’ and ‘Evil!’ were heard at the same time. “You foolish bastard! How many times do I have to say that his foot goes half an inch to the left!”
“Ugh! Master, that’s half an inch apart… Ahh!”
“That classmate can save your life and kill the enemy! again!”
The training was in full swing at the newly built gymnasium for the Hangzhou Incident. As long as he decided to teach martial arts, there was nothing wrong with the Blood Lion. The martial arts they had already learned for more than 30 years were reinterpreted by the Blood Lion and transformed into a completely different martial arts.
“Hey! If you go to the left from there, don’t you lose your center of gravity when you turn? How many times have I said that the new law should be connected as smoothly as flowing water!”
It was better to explain in words like Do Pyeong-su or Seo Seok-san. Oh Tong-su, who was taught by Jang Man-dok, was truly to die for. Once Oh Tong-su made a mistake, he could only see Jang Man-dok shaking his head after being hit by one. He later heard from Do Pyeong-su as to where and how he was wrong, and the only thing he couldn’t hear was the placenta.
Before learning martial arts, Oh Tong-su had to learn to read Jang Man-dok’s face first. It was so pitiful that Geom Woo-bin could not leave. “Priests, can I come forward?”
No matter how much he called for the death penalty of a Blood Lion, one must be careful about meddling in the ceremonies.
“Of course! Everyone take a break!”
At Seo Seok-san’s words, Samak Gang-seo collapsed on the spot. “You seem to be having trouble with your footwork, right?”
“It seems that we are getting older by ten years a day because of those blunts.”
“Can you show me a demonstration?”
“It’s simple. It’s a trivial stepping technique that these guys have learned, and you can clearly understand it just by looking at it five times.” Seo Seok-san unfolded the thirty-six steps of the Hyunhyeon learned by the three musics of Gangseo.
“This is what these guys were originally taught. How do you see it?”
“It’s a bit unstable.”
“Yes? The death penalty is what you know once you see it, and they believed that they were perfect for the rest of their lives. It’s nice to be alive until now while using this kind of footwork. After all, they are tough guys. So we changed it like this.”
Seo Seok-san’s new step method was the same as the first one, even for most Moorim people. However, the foot positions of the twelve times were slightly different, and the shift of the center of gravity was also slightly changed. Therefore, the Hyeonhyeon Thirty-Yukbo reinterpreted by the Blood Lion became a season to perfectly take center stage in any attack or defense situation.
“The difference between those stone heads is so big, but I can’t catch it.”
It was quite simple for a Blood Lion, but changing the footwork they had been accustomed to for the rest of their life wasn’t as easy as it sounds. “Priest standing, can you show me one more time?”
Seo Seok-san once again demonstrated the reinterpretation of the thirty-six steps of the Hyunhyeon. It wasn’t a very clever martial art, so it wasn’t difficult to unfold as long as you catch the flow well.
“Is it unfolding like this?” Geom Woo-bin unfolded the thirty-six steps. Just remember the position and sequence of your feet, and leave the rest to the most natural flow.
As Geom Woo-bin took his last step, the Blood Lion nodded loudly. “After all, our death penalty!”
Samak Gang-seo was startled. He had been called a blunt by a Blood Lion more than a hundred times, but he never considered himself a blunt. He believed that it was simply that the standards required by the Blood Lion were too high, but when he saw Geom Woo-bin, he wanted to dig into the ground.
‘We were dunks!’