'What a shame, really!'
The energy is chipped away. I tried to make the most of the parts I could use, but there was nothing I could use.
Just as the edible parts of a completely rotten radish are cut down, it is now at the point of extracting the most gentle history of the handmade sledding group. The energy that didn't reach the standard was ventured out of the body.
No one else would dare to imagine it.
Isn't Youngdan basically taken to improve the history? But now Chung-Myung is spouting Youngdan's history out of his body.
If those who manufactured the Lunar New Year's Eve had seen it, they would have run with bubbles in their mouths right away.
"It's me. I don't want to do this.'
f*cking foundation!
I've collected only gentle energy in Danjeon, but now I can't increase my history as much as I want. Even the energy of refined and refined Yeongdan is considered to be a great impurity.
The essence that I picked and collected in the same atmosphere as the ocean is only a handful.
Desperately leads the energy that is only a handful left and pushes it into the power strip.
Woooowooowooowooowooowooowooowooowoo
Soon, the energy of the essence merges with the energy of Chung-Myung, who was sleeping in the Danjeon, and begins to circulate throughout the body.
One week. Two weeks.
In an instant, twelve spirits are formed. The body of Chung-Myung, who turned on the cusp, begins to emerge as Ho Gong.
Chung-Myung's experience was out of the question, but as the energy was so pure, Hyun Sang, who transcended the amount of history, began to take place.
Woooowooowooowooowooowooowooowooowoo
Clear energy circulates the whole body and circulates again and again. Then, he began to filter out all the impure things in the body.
This isn't it.'
This was not what Chung-Myung intended.
Chung-Myung was just trying to recover from his innocence, but his energy went beyond his will and began to regenerate the body.
Both wrists that were broken quickly stick and heal. The bruises all over the body recover as if they had never been before.
Falling down.
The wastes that flowed out of the whole body could not wet the clothes, forming a stem and dripping down to the floor. Not only the great blood that I thought had been pierced once, but also the vein began to open wider and wider.
Chung-Myung unwittingly tilted his head.
'Cher...… a thousand barrels?'
Baekhoe is held.
The bottom.
The energy, which started from what is commonly referred to as the Danjeon, opened the interruption battle at the mouth of the chest wide and now even opened the upper battle.
I'm suddenly scared.
Everything in the world has a stage. A child has to crawl. If you try hard, you can walk, but isn't it possible for a child who doesn't have strength in his legs to fall down and break his head?
Chung-Myung was the perfect match.
'Stop it...'
Energy out of control doesn't know what to do. It is the coin mouth that energy goes out of control and destroys the body.
This is nothing short of the beginning of a mouthful. Even if the process itself is helping the body, no one knows what the end will be.
Chung-Myung tries to keep his spirits at bay. However, he rejected his will and ran to his own path.
God d*mn it, listen to me! That's my energy!'
Chung-Myung once again used evil. Only then does the energy falter. He seems to have realized who his owner is.
But he's also for a while. The energy that was slightly wary begins to run again. Chung-Myung clenched his teeth.I'm stopping you!
Even if the body is damaged by refluxing energy, it should be stopped now. It was a moment when Chung-Myung gathered all his will to suppress his energy.
- So you're a warrior or a warrior?
Death penalty?
The voice of a long death penalty rings in my head.
The voice of the death penalty?
No! This is what he heard in the past from a long death sentence.
- Unmanned men are controlled But those who follow the rules are left alone. Hey, dude. Where did the logic of the world come from? If you build a bank to block the running water, the water will flow over the bank.
Chung-Myung's body is loose.
- Leave him alone. If you leave it alone, everything goes according to the rules. Twist nature with the will of man? A fool. People are also nature. How can there be no one in nature, wide and high?
The energy with Chung-Myung's permission runs through the body. The history, which had been raging, began to flow smoothly through Chung-Myung's entire body when it was released.
I flow in my body. The flowing stream grew thicker and thicker, soon becoming a river, flowing through the universe called Chung-Myung.
How long has it been?
Open your eyes!
Chung-Myung opened his eyes. A crystal clear glow flowed out of his eyes.
And...
Boom!
"Ouch!"
Chung-Myung, who dropped to the floor from Ho Gong, wrapped his hips around him.
"What? Why is it floating?"
I never imagined my body would float in Ho Gong. Chung-Myung rose from his seat, squeezing his tingling butt.
"Whoa, I almost died."
It was dangerous.
If it had been a little out of step, it would have been impossible or lost its life. The fact that I fell off the cliff earlier seems to be aegyo.
But the price was clear.
"Hmmm."
Chung-Myung waved his wrist lightly. The broken wrist is completely attached. Rather, it feels more solid than before it broke.
It wasn't just the wrist.
There's impurities left.'
It was a body that was thought to have been completely washed away, but more is seen as the level rises. I brushed off the impurities left in my body once again. Later, when you reach a higher level, you will see things that are not now visible.
But all this is nothing more than a secondary issue. What really changed was blood.
It feels like the whole body is open.
There is no blockage anywhere from head to toe. Originally, his bloodway was a small trail over the mountain, but now it is as wide as a huge pipe into the imperial palace. Adding to the lie, I feel like horses can run in blood and hawks can fly around.
"I've improved my skills."
The strength of the body has increased. It's very encouraging considering that it takes a year to increase the history as much as nails because it only collects such gentle and clear energy.
"The sun and the earth have fully recovered."
So to put all this together.
"The bowl is bigger."
For Chung-Myung, the body is a vessel for his martial arts. Small dishes can only contain limited amounts. The bowl clearly grew as it crossed the new wall through the sledding platform.
Right now, it's only a rat's tail, but this bowl will serve as a foundation for Chung-Myung to surpass the past.
Chung-Myung had a satisfying smile.
It would have been a disaster if it wasn't for the death penalty.'
I don't know if I've ever learned something from dying. The words of the death penalty, which used to be considered nothing but nagging, come to a completely different meaning.I suddenly realize it.
"I was just an inspection."
It wasn't Doin.
Hawasan is both an inspection and a door. There is the identity of Hwasan. But Chung-Myung is a vague person to call himself a do-in.
Will Chung-Myung really be able to bring up Hwasan?
"Hmmm."
Chung-Myung scratched his head. This worry doesn't suit Chung-Myung.
Let's do something for now.
"If it doesn't work, that's all."
Chung-Myung swirled to the ark. Every step of the way, I was embarrassed because my body swung forward more than I thought, but in the past, I was able to adapt quickly because it was a more natural movement.
Click.
Chung-Myung pulled a box of snowflakes and plum blossoms from his chest and pushed them into his sleeve.
"Tsk. That's too bad."
Now this is meaningless for Chung-Myung.
He was able to reorganize his body because the energy of the sale team was a medium, not because it itself contributed to his history.
Refined and refined Yeongdan is nothing more than impurity when brought to Chung-Myung's history. It'll be a little better by the time of the Jasodan, but it won't be much different.
Of course, it'll help as much as a rat's tail. But it's too much of a waste to write like that. Anyone other than him would have a much greater effect.
"Sad."
Chung-Myung smacked his lips. The situation works very cleverly.
"Ay!"
Thinking hard, he closed his eyes tightly.
What would you do if you didn't already own it? It has already had an effect that cannot be seen even with ten pills.
"I'm being greedy, and I'm ashamed of my hand. Chung-Myung, let's eat as much as we can."
Chung-Myung turns around without hesitation...….
Hurry up!
"Hmm! Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!"
A couple of bottles in the chest wind around Chung-Myung's waist.
This is not because I want to drink. This is due to pure curiosity about what a hundred-year-old liquor will taste like.
Chung-Myung, who had finished the wine and the box, stood at the entrance of the cave and glanced back.
"I feel weird."
It's probably because there's a trace.
In the much-changed Hawasan, this cave is still the same as it was in the past. So when I'm in this cave, I feel like I'm living the time I used to.
I miss it.
Missing.
Chung-Myung, who was looking into the cave silently, smiled and turned his head.
I'm gonna have to come and see you sometimes.'
I won't drink and play like before, but it's still a good place to come and rest when you feel heavy.
"Well, I won't be here very often. The past is just the past."
It is undeniable that he was Chung-Myung, a plum blossom inspection. But now he was not Chung-Myung, but Chung-Myung, the three great disciples of Hawasan.
He who is tied up in the past cannot move forward.
The past is just a milestone that will lead his life to the right place.
"Sure."
Chung-Myung threw himself out of the cave without regret.
Let's go!
The incomparably lighter body allowed a completely different movement when entering the cave.
His feet lightly kick the cliff up and up.
"Oops!"
Jumping up to the height of three chapters several times with one leap. Chung-Myung climbed a cliff in an instant and climbed to the top.
"Not bad."
Take a deep breath.As the fresh air at the top penetrated my nose...….
"Uhhhhhhhhhhh!
I feel nauseous.
Only then did he realize that his clothes were covered with thick filth from his body. Chung-Myung undressed, distorting his face.
"What the hell is this coming out of your body?"
Chung-Myung, who took off his clothes without any leftovers, sighs deeply as he lifts the clothes with his fingertips.
"Oh, my God. Nothing's going well. Where's the nearest stream?"
Once I wash these clothes, I'll go back to Wasan.
Chung-Myung trudged down the mountain.
On that day, all the animals who had cooled their throats in the stream had to suffer for days and days.