The power at the top of the galaxy was great.
The top officials at the top of the galaxy showed the charm of stabilizing and overhauling the chordal sites in a few days, which Hawasan was unable to do anything about even though he mobilized all his students.
Thanks to this, a Buddha-like smile did not leave the face of Hyun Young, a finance footnote similar to a night car.
And most of the places where the Buddha-like smile heads...….
"Have you eaten?"
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, yes."
Hyun Young patted Chung-Myung's head with a loving smile. I think honey is going to fall from my eyes.
"You have to eat a lot. Eat a lot and earn a ball somewhere else."
"...What?"
"No, come on, make a contribution."
"...."
The three great disciples were once surprised that the Asura-like King Hyun Young could laugh, and even twice that he could stroke someone's head.
Chung-Myung, who had to give his head to a blue future generation, was a bit of a pain in the neck.
I feel like I'm being trained.'
Even Hyun Jong and Hyun Young were ridiculously rejuvenating. When I see black hair rising under white hair, and black hair under my ears, I feel absurd.
I'm way too old to do it.'
Although it was a figure suitable for his age, it was also too light-haired considering that they were unmanned. Those who had suffered so much that they seemed to be returning to their senses as they regained their composure.
The chords settled down, and the elders regained their laughter.
And time began to flow like a running water. His disciples accepted the passage of time, feeling the stability that had come to the city for the first time in decades.
And while everyone was enjoying a peaceful life, the three great disciples were dying.
"Turn it off."
"Oh, my. Oh my God."
The three great disciples, carrying rocks the size of a human body, moved their bodies sweating like rain. He bends until he touches the floor and raises it with all kinds of evil.
"Turn it off!"
"Oh, my waist...…."
However, one thing that has changed is that the curse on Chung-Myung, which would have been natural to pop out incessantly, has almost disappeared.
"Oh, I'm dying!"
"I'm not dying. I'm not dying. Straighten your back."
"No, I'm really going to die...…!"
"You just have to do it two more times. Now, this is the last one. This is the last one. Way to go. You're good. One more time?"
"Argh!"
A person who falls down on the floor pushes out a rock and gasps.
"What if I die like this?"
"I'm not going to die. No one's dead yet."
"...Yeah."
At first, Chung-Myung made me do it, so I started without knowing anything. I started training because I didn't want to be hit, I didn't want to be caught.
However, after months of training, I realized something.
'This is working.'
No, it's not enough to say it works. The effect, to be precise, is enormous. Since I was able to endure training thanks to the medicine fed by Chung-Myung, I have felt the effects of training all over the body.
For now, the lower body has become rigid, the sword path has not been shaken, the stamina has been increased, and above all, the whole body is energetic.
No matter how motivated they are, they are basically all unmanned. If a warrior can be strong, he or she can not hesitate to chew a snake alive and throw himself to the cliff of Manjangdanae.
Who would refuse to train when they can improve their skills by lifting rocks?The crying sound of the mouth, but the number of stones carried increased, and now there are people who lift the male rock.
The most noticeable of them was Jo-Gol no matter what anyone said.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Jo-Gol was lifting a rock twice its size. Everyone stuck out their tongues at the sight.
"Can you do that without any experience?"
"I know."
The way they talk has changed quite a bit. It's only been a few months, and everyone was a bit taller and their shoulders widened.
Jo-Gol, in particular, has changed enough to rub his eyes on anyone who knew him before. He, who belonged to a slightly smaller axis of the three great disciples, has now grown to be on the larger side, and his whole body has been strengthened with solid muscles.
Yoon-jong grinned as he looked back at everyone.
'It's a strange thing.'
When I first started this training, Yoon-jong had a lot of worries.
Basically, it's Hwasan's black speculum, and it's a testicle. It is characteristic of Hwasan's sword to make numerous changes based on speed and to pressure the opponent through those changes.
So I thought this training method of simply building strength would interfere with the spread of Hawasan's sword.
Somehow, the sword became twice as sharp as the effect of the training.
Thanks to this, he was able to digest the mussels that he had learned from the beginning, and now he was learning a new sword called the Falling Sword.
Although it was a little too much to learn with Chilseongbo, Yoon-jong was more than happy to learn.
Chilseongbo and Nakhwa Geom differ from the martial arts they have learned so far. The more you dig in, the more the trick of rising is hidden. It is a martial arts that makes you confident that you can be strong once you learn this.
So I can't help but get excited.
Just one thing.'
"Oh, my God!"
"Turn it off!"
"Wow, the sword is like a chopstick with a big body!"
"LOL, this is it! Get me another piece of metal!"
Is this a Hawaiian or a Hawaiian house?
It was Yoon-Jong who could not erase the feeling that Hawasan, which had to flow and pottery, was turning into a bandits' den.
"The death penalty. It's time to go eat."
"Well, yes."
In the past, everyone was looking forward to the end of the training session, but now that they have made their own training plans, they often go over time.
It is also Yoon-jong's role to train too much to keep the day's plans from being disrupted.
"Let's stop organizing and go in. I'm going to wash up, eat, and go to breakfast training."
"Yes, death penalty."
"I'll finish what I've been doing."
"Well, you should."
Looking around, Yoon-jong glanced at Jo-Gol.
"But where is Chung-Myung?"
"You don't come to training very often these days."
"Well, it is."
Since the physical training of the three great disciples began to work on their own, Chung-Myung did not show his face well at the training center.
"That doesn't mean you sleep on your back, but you always seem to wake up first. Where the hell are you pawing at?"
"Do we understand? Isn't Chung-Myung the busiest person in Hawaii?"
"Right."
It wasn't empty words, it was true.
After a series of events, Hawasan was revived. Visitors who had never been able to visit before have become common enough to visit at least a few people a day, and businesses recovered from the chords are being refurbished and earning money smoothly.
In line with that, the renovation of the old buildings in Hwasan has been carried out, and maintenance for visitors is also under way.Meanwhile, Chung-Myung was busy traveling between the top of the galaxy and the top of the galaxy.
"Death penalty."
"Hmm?"
"How strong are we now?"
"Well."
Yoon-jong tilted his head.
Strength is a relative thing. You need a yardstick to know how strong you have become. But they don't have a yardstick. It is clear that it is getting stronger, but it is hard to feel how strong the death penalty has become as all of them grow together.
"Wouldn't he be at least twice as strong as he was before he appeared?"
"Only twice as much?"
"I don't know. Double is a bit abstract. What's certain is that I'm confident of dealing with three of course."
"That's not enough."
"Huh?"
"You know. That sashimi is coming soon."
When the word "raw fish" came out, Yoon-jong frowned.
"Right."
"You have to be stronger. A lot more."
"...I see."
Yoon-jong smirked.
"Let's ask Chung-Myung to roll a little more."
Jo-Gol nodded resolutely with a grim face.
* * *
"What are you doing?"
Chung-Myung trudged toward Nakhwabong.
To be strong, no man must train.
His sword is perfectly fitted to the body of the past. Thus, it is plausible to follow suit, but it has not achieved the perfect neocomposition date as it did in the past.
There is no royal road here. The sword must be swung constantly to resolve the dissonance of the body and head.
However, the problem is that Chung-Myung's sword is not something that can be swung in front of others. If he makes up his mind and trains properly, he'll flip it over.
"Yeah, I'd rather die than suffer."
In the end, I had no choice but to train in a place without other people's eyes.
These days, people climb mountains early in the morning and wield swords on rare Nakhwabong Peak.
I'm supposed to do something about this.'
There is no problem climbing to Nakhwabong, but the problem was that time was wasted.
I'm running out of time anyway.'
It is so busy that it is eye-catching just to repair the three great disciples, manage the harmonious workplace in conjunction with the top of the galaxy, and gently appease the long-time writers and elders who do strange things in between.
But more important than that, Chung-Myung becomes stronger.
There's no time to relax.'
If given 100 years as it is, Chung-Myung will someday step into the realm of plum blossom screening in the past. And you can be stronger than you used to be. As much as Chung-Myung becomes stronger, Hwasan will naturally become stronger.
But the world is not so easy.
If there are people who are after Hawasan, they will try to do anything before they become stronger, and even if there is no specific target. There is no place to welcome Moonpa who has begun to flourish.
It will somehow get in the way, and those who pick a fight will appear.
What if you take your time and bump into people you can't handle while being strong?
Besides, isn't there a time in Hawaii where Jongnam is bound to be in trouble?
Chung-Myung shook his head.
'You have to be strong as soon as possible. Enough to solve whatever happens.'
So I couldn't neglect my training. I just have to climb as fast as I can. Lying down doesn't make you stronger. Clenching teeth and diligently...….
"Huh?"
Chung-Myung squinted his eyes.
There's someone.
An uninvited guest appeared at the training center that Chung-Myung had set up and used since a month ago.
Who's gonna be here from this time...…?'In Chung-Myung's eyes, who approached carefully to the Nakhwabong Peak, a figure of someone wielding a sword under the moonlight came in.
The sword creates a smooth line at the end.
Soft but powerful. And fancy but elegant.
A sword that hits the ground embroider the sky, and slowly falls like a falling flower petal.
sword dance ( 검).
A dark dawn when the sun hasn't risen yet. A woman was dancing sword dance under the moonlight shining on the world.
White and black hair. And the sword that shines under the moonlight.
"A man of the moon..."…."
Chung-Myung dazed into the sword dance of a woman.
The sword melts in the moonlight.
A tender, but never-shakable sword. It looks like that black plum flower. Yes, Hawasan's old sword is melted in that sword radish.
Chung-Myung has fallen into a bizarre fascination.
Hwasan's old swordsmanship, which I thought would no longer be seen by others, was now unfolding in front of him.
It's not a question of what swordsmanship you've mastered. It's a question of what it means to wield a sword.
Yeah, like....
"Who is it!"
At that moment, a sharp voice burst, and a woman dancing a sword dance suddenly flooded into Chung-Myung.
"Huh?"
The woman, who came right in front of Chung-Myung, sharply stabbed the sword.
"Huh?"
A fierce sword touches Chung-Myung's neck.
Chung-Myung sighed, staring blankly at the sword touching his neck.
'Frozen to death.'
I can't believe a kid like this caught a sign. Plum check is dead.
"Who are you? I don't think I've ever seen you before."
The same goes for this side.
Who are you?