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Hocheonan welcomed a refreshing morning for the first time in a long time.

I felt tired for the first time in a very long time. Dinner and a good sleep with Naveen to wash away the fatigue. And the sense of accomplishment that the remnants of blood religion were completely washed away from the martial arts world.

It was a series of events that inevitably made him feel good, so of course Hocheonan had no choice but to feel good, too.

And in such a good mood, Hocheonan made porridge for breakfast.

“Please teach me martial arts!”

“No attack?”

I couldn’t help but look perplexed at Navin’s request.

“Mmm. Suddenly?”

Ho Cheon-an’s words were not for nothing.

Ho Cheon-an is called the Brain Master and has a great reputation throughout the martial arts world. If you have the opportunity to learn the martial arts of someone who is famous throughout the martial arts world, you will naturally develop a desire for martial arts that you never had before.

However, for the past two weeks, Navin was only focused on eating, sleeping, and playing, and had no interest in martial arts at all.

So, Ho Cheon-an was thinking that he should postpone teaching Navin martial arts as long as possible…

“Yes!”

Isn’t Navin suddenly becoming greedy for martial arts?

“Umm.”

Ho Cheon-an looked at Navin with complicated eyes.

In fact, if you were an ordinary martial artist, this was something you wouldn’t even have to worry about. If you start training a day earlier and enter martial arts at least a year younger, you will be able to reach a higher level.

However, Ho Cheon-an had no desire or obsession to start martial arts training as soon as possible. No, Ho Cheon-an felt burdened by the task of teaching martial arts to young Navin.

This is because most of the training knowledge in Ho Cheon-an’s mind was focused on the starting point of the martial arts world in the game, at age 15.

Although he was able to gain disciples in the martial arts world in the game, the point at which he could begin training disciples in earnest was at the age of 15. It was possible to recruit younger disciples, but only very basic intervention was possible, and it was at a level that could not be called training at all.

For Ho Cheon-an, teaching martial arts to young Navin was truly an encounter with the unknown.

In an instant, Ho Cheon-an’s mind became complicated.

Should I teach a little bit about basic physical strength training and the inner gongsim method, which is highly expandable and stable?

Other good ideas in my head immediately refuted the reasonable opinion that came to mind.

-So, do you know what the ‘basic physical strength’ of a 10-year-old child is, and what level of training does it take to not have a negative impact on growth?

– We need to improve the constitution of Sameum, but wouldn’t it be like touching and scratching without knowing anything and making a pimple?

-Furthermore, if you learn the inner gongsim method now, no matter how light you choose, the inner gong will become deeply embedded in your body, so is it possible to perfectly calculate its influence?

-Since it is the three notes, if you choose the martial arts of the yin…

-Then what about Light Cloud and Thunder Blade? Are you a disciple of the Venerable Thunder Master who hasn’t mastered Brain Gong?

-Later, when Navin’s head grows, what will he think of the fact that he learned Yin Gong instead of Nye Gong?

‘Holy shit.’

The more Ho Cheon-an thought about it, the more he realized that he was currently too ignorant to care for Navin.

“Yes? yes?? Grandpa~ I want to learn~”

As Ho Cheon-an was worried, Navin begged him to teach him martial arts. Ho Cheon-an, who had been smiling unconsciously at that sight, quickly cleared his throat.

“Hmph. Let’s start after Navin gets a little healthier.”

“…Hing.”

As Navin made a sullen expression, Ho Cheon-an was overcome with the urge to go back on what he had just said, but tried to control himself.

The basis of Noegong is a strong and well-trained body. In order to withstand explosive power, a strong body as well as well-honed energy were essential.

However, practicing Noegong while the large veins were clogged with Yin energy was literally an act of suicide.

In the end, in order to properly teach Navin martial arts, it was urgent to first solve the constitution of the three notes.

‘The place to go has been decided.’

Ho Cheon-an stroked Navin’s downcast head and looked toward the west.

Which group in this world is the most sensitive to children suffering from heart failure?

The answer was already decided.

A group that would have researched and analyzed everything about syllable veins in order to save Ranosara, who was suffering from nine syllable veins, before consuming Guryeong Station Cheonyang Milyeom Extreme.

It was Podalap Palace.

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The emperor’s anger swept over the entire Wulin region, including Yunnan.

Among them, those who suffered the most direct blow were the apostolic factions. Not only is the Apostolic Alliance disbanded, but it also has one of its cornerstones. Those who were members of the Apostolic Alliance had no choice but to flee in response to the anger of the emperor, who said that he would destroy everything related to the Apostolic Alliance without leaving even a single military person behind.

It was Seojang that the Sa-pa warriors of Yunnan, represented by the Sa-do-ryeon, fled to.

Afterwards, the military and administrative power of the empire was greatly lost due to the unreasonable suppression of the martial forest, and as blood religion disrupted the world and the world became turbulent, many of the Yunnan warriors who had taken refuge in Seojang secretly returned to the central plains.

There were quite a few people who decided to just live a second life in Seojang rather than return to the central plains and live a life being chased by the imperial army.

Angle was one of those people.

“Brother, have you heard the news?”

“What.”

“In the central plains, a writer named Noemyeongjonja wiped out the power of blood religion.”

“What? Then who is that guy called the Beast King?”

“True, brother, you are also slow to hear news. The man called the Beast King is none other than the Thunder Master. I thought they only dealt with spirit creatures, but it turned out that spirit creatures were just following the Brain Master, and in reality, he destroyed them all.”

I glared at my subordinate as if the angle was ridiculous. It’s astounding that he uses a bunch of spirit creatures, but he’s a noble warrior who can use those spirit creatures as a folding screen?

“Do you believe that? uh? Do you believe it?”

“No, it’s real? The Gumo Seol and Heukrimbang were also wiped out in one fell swoop in front of the Murim Alliance and the Imperial Army.”

Angle clicked his tongue. This was too much, even considering that there was no way the rumors of the Jungwon could be properly conveyed to the outside world, which was over 10,000 miles away.

“Hey, you idiot. The Emperor and the Murim League were in the same place? And what? The Imperial Army is there, but the Black Forest Islands are crawling out? Besides, what in that situation? Is that Thundermaster or something wiping out the Black Forest Islands?”

“No, that is…”

Angak clicked his tongue as he looked at his muttering subordinate, probably realizing that it was only after being exposed like that that it was an absurd rumor.

“Stop talking about such nonsense, what news about the prey?”

“Hehe. It will appear soon. The pastures near Fort Lhasa have long been exhausted. Big guys will have no choice but to stick out.”

So, you should have known the information about which large group will pop out and in which direction.

A flock of sheep came into the sight of Gak, who was about to give him a reprimand. It was so far away that it was hard to be sure of what was going on even from the perspective of an unmanned person, but it was at least large enough to be certain that the nomads had gathered together.

“Kids! let’s go! It’s hunting!”

About ten subordinates burst into cheers and rode off. Angak thought as he rode his horse at the lead.

Midfielder? Why go back to that crowded place?

It is basic to keep an eye on the empire at all times. If you do something, a charlatan will jump in with malicious intent. If a charlatan is tricked and takes over a seemingly decent means of generating profit, the master of the Sa Sect will immediately come and demand payment.

refuse? If he had committed such a reckless act, Angle would have lost one of his body parts, including his neck, a long time ago.

On the other hand, what about Chief Lee?

In this vast grassland, there are no imperial soldiers or martial arts masters to meet whenever you do anything.

So, angles were also predators here.

Angak must have seen the running horses and smiled fiercely as he looked at the hurried nomads.

And that fierce smile gradually turned into a question.

This was because the nomads who were hurriedly running away with their livestock stopped. They were looking alternately at the gang at the angle and at one side of the horizon with bewildered eyes.

Angak’s eyes also naturally turned towards that direction.

“Ha…?”

He, too, couldn’t help but be embarrassed.

A bear so huge that it shatters perspective. Because a huge wild boar was approaching. As I exercised my energy and strengthened my eyesight, I saw deer and even a fox bigger than any war horse. No, foxes and deer weren’t the problem.

The problem was that there were people on top of the huge boar.

…Ride a spirit creature?

A rumor about the Beast King passed through Angak’s mind. According to the subordinate, the fortress was called Brain Myeongjonja, but that was not very important.

Why is the man who is said to be running around destroying the blood religion in the central plains in the West?

A strong question ran through Angak’s mind.

But that question wasn’t important to the angle either.

What was truly important was that Navin’s finger pointed to a group of angles and Ho Cheon-an nodded.

Wooo!!

Kwii profit!!

With a loud roar, a group of spirit creatures began running towards the group of angles.

Angak said, pulling on the reins without realizing it.

“ too, run away! Run away!”

It was the day when the angular misdeeds came to an end.

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Nurbuchi, the leading monk of Podalap Palace, let out a long sigh.

It seems like only yesterday that I was happy to have taken over Nimagalchen’s position, but suddenly, with the influx of military personnel from the central region as the chief, the sweet spot where all I had to do was manage the monks and look stern turned into a place where I was suffering from all kinds of heavy work as numerous nomads poured into Lhasa. did.

This too shall pass.

With that in mind, Nimagalchen busily dealt with the influx of work, but nomads continued to flock to Lhasa. This was because the nomads’ territory was greatly reduced as the warriors from the central plains who had been pushed out by the imperial government took up a place in the prefecture or turned into bands of bandits.

Because of this, there was commotion every day in Lhasa. Basically, as the number of people increased, of course there were many conflicts, and above all, the disputes over the pastures near Lhasa continued.

This was a natural result as the grass in the nearby pastures was limited and there were many people who needed it.

Nimagalchen pressed his philtrum and asked the other monks.

“Have you found the whereabouts of the nearby bandits?”

“Sorry. Not yet.”

“Keuung. It’s a pain in the ass.”

Due to the continued gathering of nomads, the pastures near Lhasa have long since exceeded their capacity. There were hordes of bandits targeting the nomads who could not endure this and left.

It was impossible to leave the bandits targeting the nomads alone, but it was also difficult to control Lhasa, which was in turmoil every day, and it was also impossible to send monks far away.

In particular, as the provocations of the fortress trench party continued to increase in intensity, we could not exert all our strength.

“Hey, I’m dying to work like a magician until my later years after retirement.”

It was a time when Nurbuchi could only sigh, unable to do anything.

“Big deal! It’s a big deal!”

Nulbuchi screamed at the sight of the monk coming in making a fuss with his whole body.

“Holy shit…! What else! uh? What on earth is this again?”

However, Nurbuchi could not help but widen his eyes at the monk’s next words.

“Yeongmul! Spiritual creatures appeared in droves! And… judging by the fact that a person is riding that spirit creature… I wonder if a person called the Lightning Venerable has appeared…”

“What?”

Brain master? Why did the nobleman who is said to be wiping out the blood religion in the central plains appear here?

“Are you sure?”

“I clearly saw with my own eyes that I was riding a spirit creature.”

Is there anyone else in the world who wields spiritual powers other than the Thunder Master?

“Prepare Suranahanjin immediately and declare a state of emergency! All monks must mobilize, prepare for an emergency, and calm the residents of Lhasa so that they do not become agitated!”

Nurbuchi jumped to his feet.

“And you! You take the lead!”

“Uh, where do you mean?”

“Where are you? I’m going to meet the Brain Master! I will go to see what his intentions are.”

Nurbuchi recalled the rumor about the Thunder Venerable. Judging by rumors alone, the Thunder Master was a charlatan, but since we did not know for what purpose he was coming towards Lhasa, we could not just rely on rumors and neglect our guard.

In particular, isn’t he the one who herds the spirit creatures in droves?

Moreover, from the point of view of Nurgagi, who had been fighting all his life with the warriors of the central plains who had poured in since the imperial government began suppressing the martial forests, the warriors of the central plains were something he had to be unconditionally wary of.

Nurbuchi smiled bitterly as he recalled that fact.

‘If it weren’t for them, I might have been consumed by hatred.’

Nurbuchi thought of those who disappeared from the stage, leaving behind only a piece of cloth. It was a memory from decades ago, but Nourbuchi still hasn’t forgotten it.

It was still like that now.

When I look at the black-painted bamboo ribs worn by a person presumed to be a wise man riding a huge wild boar, I am reminded of that time…

‘Wait, black lip…?’

Nurbuchi searched through the drawer of memories and pulled out a memory. Even though decades had passed, it was an extremely familiar black lip.

no way…?

It was at a time when Nurbuchi was staring at Heukrip with such suspicion.

Hocheonan’s mouth opened.

“It’s been a long time. Nurbuchi.”

“Da, you…really…”

Ho Cheon-an smiled.

“It’s really embarrassing for it to disappear like that. I’m back again.”

The magician who disappeared has returned.