How to Live as a Magician in the Martial Arts World Episode 36
Chapter 8. Martial Arts (3)
The principles of ignorance are engraved in the body.
My body followed the flow as if I had been moving according to the way of Muhak from the beginning and thinking according to the principles of Muhak.
It was very natural.
Jegal Hyunmong twisted his sprained right foot and flexibly lowered his body as if he had planned to do so from the beginning, avoiding the stone.
“It’s pretty good!”
Tang Hwa-ryeong, who was momentarily flustered, smiled and prepared for a second attack.
Even though it hadn’t bounced yet, countless trajectories of stones that could have bounced off Tang Hwa-ryeong’s hand were visible.
And it was aimed so that it could follow whatever movement Jegal Hyunmong made.
A situation that can never be avoided with a Cheon Ki Bo that is deployed without any internal energy.
‘Then you just have to use something else.’
With the strange sense of omnipotence he felt when he first learned magic, Jegal Hyunmong pulled out a magical formula.
It was left to the enlightenment to process it. The enlightenment reinterpreted Zhuge Xuanmong’s magic.
Jegal Hyunmong pulled out the magic wand at his waist.
As if I was fishing, I pulled out the already established spell and accepted it into my body.
In this way, the magic of Mirijin was mixed into Cheon Gi-bo.
“!”
For the first time, ripples appeared in the eyes of Dang Hwa-ryeong, who had been unwavering from beginning to end.
As Jegal Hyunmong was walking along the Cheonkibo, his new form suddenly became blurred and began to change as if he was surrounded by fog.
‘What the heck, this guy.’
It’s creepy.
It was not because there was any hostility in Jegal Xuanmong’s movements.
It was a feeling that came from the fact that he had allowed the gap to exist as an unmanned being, and that even though he had entered within his gap, he still could not feel Jegal Hyunmong’s presence as if he were shrouded in a layer of fog.
And one step further.
Jegal Xuanmong had already entered the one-month gap that Tang Hualing had promised.
“… … .”
Dang Hwa-ryeong kept his mouth shut.
Zhuge Jun also kept his mouth shut.
And Jegal Hyunmong also kept his mouth shut.
All three kept their mouths shut for their own reasons.
But that was only for a moment.
“Krrrrrrr.”
Jegal Hyunmong fell over, foaming at the mouth.
* * *
It was a strange feeling.
The state of no-self. The state of nothingness.
And when he came to, Jegal Hyunmong was in Allen’s world.
And Allen, seen in the dream, was practicing the Dharma.
It was the same Cheon Ki Bo that Jegal Hyunmong had just learned.
“… … .”
Actually, it was something I knew to some extent.
Jegal Hyunmong is not very talented.
Apart from his judgment of the situation, he wasn’t very good at fighting.
It wasn’t like I had a lot of reflexes or agility.
But at every crucial moment, his body would move so naturally that it was hard to believe he had done it himself.
This time too, the same thing.
‘So this is what Jang Ja-ji-mong was like?’
Zhuangzi dreamed of a butterfly.
As I was dreaming, I couldn’t tell if I was a butterfly or if the butterfly was me.
And they were influencing each other.
What Allen experienced was for Zhuge Xuanmong, and what Zhuge Xuanmong experienced was for Allen.
Jegal Hyunmong could now understand to some extent why the intervals between dreams were irregular.
‘The more I encounter and experience new things, the faster my dream cycle becomes.’
Every time something unusual happens that Allen doesn’t normally experience, his dream cycle becomes shorter.
Perhaps the experiences he had had must have given Allen some sort of stimulation as well.
‘You’re good at stepping on the weather forecast.’
Although it was something that had already been embodied in him, he was the one who gave him that realization, so he was treading on the Heavenly Treasure much more naturally than Jegal Hyunmong.
The way to handle the body that Peng-ak taught me was the same.
Jegal Hyunmong wasn’t just watching. By watching Allen use his body, he was able to learn to some extent what to do.
Of course, more important than that was the magic you learned at the Magic Tower.
As if to prove that Zhuge Xuanmong had been through quite a bit this time, Allen had absorbed various teachings from the Magic Tower in addition to learning the martial arts he had stolen from Zhuge Xuanmong’s world.
It wasn’t all about shooting something out and spreading it out.
Allen would sometimes dig up the horribly screaming plant from under the eccentric professor of magic tower (by striking it and knocking it out before it could scream).
I also learned how to communicate with violent animals that would try to scratch me if I got close to them (I used Cheon Ki-bo to avoid them every time they tried to scratch me).
Time passed in an instant.
It felt like half a year had passed, but for Jegal Hyunmong, time passed in the blink of an eye.
Allen was talking to Rowlon for the first time in a long time.
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“It’s been a while, Master. Are you hurt anywhere?”
“Well, thanks for your concern.”
Rowlon answered with a kind smile, but he looked somewhat tired.
Jegal Hyeonmong also knew what the circumstances were.
Rowlon was a great wizard who was considered one of the best not only in the Magic Tower but also on the Continent.
And for a great wizard like that, it is rare for him to be in the magic tower during the year.
And what Rowlon has been doing these days is traveling around the continent and fighting.
I’m talking about the tribe called demons.
“Well, let’s leave that story alone for now. By the way, Allen. You’ve really changed a lot since I last saw you.”
As Rowlon said, Allen had changed a lot.
He was gradually losing his boyish appearance and growing into a proper man.
“I heard. I heard that there are still a lot of accidents happening on the rooftop?”
“I’m sorry. Because of my disobedience, I have brought shame upon my master’s reputation… … .”
“Huh? No, no. You should have a lot of accidents when you’re young. It’s a pain to have accidents later on when you get older. And you also gain something from the process.”
Rowlon nodded.
“I guess I can say I’m ready at this point.”
“What do you mean?”
The next moment, the words that came out of Rowlon’s mouth made Zhuge Xuanmong’s heart tremble.
“At this point, I think I can try making a second ring.”
* * *
Jegal Hyunmong opened his eyes.
“Are you coming to your senses now, brother?”
“… … .”
Jegal Hyunmong couldn’t answer.
What do you mean, I opened my eyes at a moment like this?
The moment I heard that Rowlon was challenging me to create a second ring, it was none other than that.
It was a familiar ceiling.
Jegal Hyunmong sighed and tried to get up from his seat, but frowned at the muscle pain spreading throughout his body.
It wasn’t so bad that I couldn’t move or anything, but the gentle pain wasn’t very pleasant.
“I was surprised to see muscles that I hadn’t used before start moving after not moving for so long. Although Soje did try to push the blood vessels, I still think it would be best not to overdo it.”
“ah.”
Only then did Jegal Hyunmong remember what he had done before he had his dream.
For some reason, the moment the group of Cheon Ki-bo seemed to be engraved, the two different principles were combined and made into one by mixing them with the magic formula that constitutes Mirijin… … .
Jegal Hyunmong, who had been thinking that far, felt a hot gaze.
“Why are you doing that?”
“The last method you showed me. It wasn’t a heavenly secret, but a heavenly secret. What on earth was that?”
“Ah, I was so flustered back then… … As far as I remember, I just mixed Cheon Gi-bo’s and Mi-ri-jin’s techniques.”
“You combined Cheon Gi Bo and Mi Ri Jin, is that what it is called Cheon Gi Mi Ri Bo (天機迷理步)?”
Weather forecast.
Jegal Hyunmong nodded at the name that was unexpectedly easy to say.
“Maybe, originally, those two were one.”
Zhuge Liang thought.
Allen was almost dull when it came to magic.
Although he possessed an excellent affinity for magical powers, his ability to actually elaborately weave them into a spell was rather lacking.
But his martial skills were superior to anyone else’s.
It was when he was learning Cheon Ki-bo that he realized his true self. No matter how much he understood Cheon Ki-bo in his head, he could not embody it, but Cheon Ki-bo was engraved in his body as if it were natural.
He has effortlessly achieved a level that even Zhuge Xuanmong could not achieve even after cultivating for ten years.
Jegal Hyunmong was the opposite. Although Mujae may be behind, he had some talent in magic.
‘Even so.’
It is simply not possible to mix two completely different theories and naturally merge them into one.
“That might really be true.”
“Isn’t this something that wasn’t passed down in the Zhuge family?”
“I have heard that it is originally a law of the suljong. However, I have heard that there have been many changes since the suljong was released from the family.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Originally, not just anyone could become a sooljong. They say that it is done by utilizing the upper part of the body.”
“Top battle?”
“They say that once you open the upper dantian, it is very difficult to open the lower dantian. Since you have to be born with it before that, they say that even in the past, there weren’t many types of alcohol.”
Jegal Xuanmong had a rough idea of what the upper stage was.
A single ring that exists above your head. That would be it.
Jegal Hyunmong recalled the knowledge he had seen through Allen in his dream.
It is said that a very long time ago, a thousand years ago, there were no rings.
Although magic was utilized in an imperfect form, the ability to create rings to contain, control, and utilize magic as it is now was gradually created as magic developed.
Perhaps the same was true for the Zhuge family’s wine servants.
“Anyway, I guess so.”
“I’ll reduce your achievements. I think that’ll be enough to protect you.”
“hmm.”
Jegal Hyunmong nodded.
If Cheon Ki Bo was refined into a form of pure martial arts, it is also true that Cheon Ki Mi Ri Bo also had the form of a magic technique, making it easy for Jegal Hyun Mong to handle.
“Then does that mean I don’t have to practice martial arts anymore?”
“You don’t have to do this anymore today.”
“What does Iran… … mean today?”
“Now that you’ve taken the first step, shouldn’t you continue to practice?”
Jegal Hyunmong smiled kindly.
And Zhuge Jun also showed a wonderful smile that was not inferior to his.
Indeed, as they had the same surname, they were truly formidable opponents.
But the confrontation between the two did not last long.
“Damn it, Jegal Hyunmong! Are you in there? Damn it, no matter how much I look at this damn formation… …!”
Lim Jun-gyu’s voice was heard.
As soon as I opened the door, Im Jun-gyu was sweating profusely, which was unusual for him.
“What’s going on? You’re sweating so much. Did a messenger from the Murim Alliance come to visit you?”
“okay.”
“It’s faster than I thought. But it was expected, so why are you so flustered?”
“The magic book has disappeared.”
“Are you talking about the Magic Book?”
Now, cold sweat began to run down Jegal Hyunmong’s back.
