Clare fluid!
The sword was recovered with a degree of theft.
A drop of sweat runs down his forehead.
'That's a good sword.'
Surely there was something different about this sword than they had ever mastered in Hawasan. It is not the greatest season, but the sword smears with dizziness.
It will take a lot of time to unfold this sword skillfully, but just learning it so far has been enough to confirm that the sword is one level above that of other Hawasan.
'Hwasan will be stronger if he can deliver the sword properly.'
The times will be stronger, but future generations will be stronger.
Just thinking about it made it hard to suppress the constantly blooming smile.
"Hmmm."
Woon-gum quickly rubs his hands around his mouth.
"This is really difficult."
Still, teachers should be seen strictly by their students, but these days, I keep smiling.
How could you not?
The hardships of the three great disciples in Hawasan cannot be called hardships. Ever since I entered the mountain, I've had a hard time with my disciples.
They devoted all their youth to Hawasan. He overcame hardships and overcame the pain with the collapsing Moonpa on his shoulder. After those long, long dark days, light was finally beginning to appearance.
I can't say Gwangmyeong yet.'
I'm just starting to see the light. The Ungum was also well aware that there was still a long way to go.
Nevertheless, it was thanks to the three great disciples who recently began to grow strangely fast.
Private servants and the death penalty seem to have no greater joy in the fact that Hawasan's finances have improved and that he has regained his past martial arts, but fortune is different.
The growth of his disciples was the most important thing for him, the official of the White Plum, and it was also the greatest pleasure.
'The children are different from us.'
Today's great disciples also tried, but unfortunately, Hawasan's situation did not create an environment where he could concentrate on martial arts. And to be honest, they weren't very passionate about martial arts either.
But now the three great disciples are more passionately committed to training than any of Hawasan's so far.
"Hmm."
With a pleasant nasal sound, the Ungum wore a sword around his waist and left the soft armour with a cheerful step. It's time to train the children.
His mind was filled with pleasant imaginations.
If the environment of Hawasan, which is no longer in need, and the new martial arts, and the passion of the three great disciples were combined, there was a high possibility that he would be revived splendidly.
And the main characters will be the three great disciples.
"I'll have to work harder to make it happen!"
How can you be a teacher if you can't lead your students who are trying?
Turned around the corner and entered the curb, the Ungum shouted with a bright face.
"Come on, do your best today.... What's this, crazy!"
The Woon sword was frightened and backed away.
In front of his eyes, there was pure and simple chaos.
"Turn it off...My arm... my arm!"
"Oh, my waist...…. I'm breaking my back.... Back!"
"Sa, save me. Save... ..."
The sword rubbed his eyes unconsciously.
Do you mean what hell is this to a smokearm that should be filled with dreams and hopes and burn with passion for the future?
The three great disciples were all lying on the floor, holding wooden swords. The twitching shoulders and saliva flowing out of the mouth give us an idea of what happened.
"What the hell is this...."
At that moment, the sound of life still remained in the ear of the Ungum."Hoooooooooo!"
The sword's head spins. Jo-Gol, who took off his top and was hitting with a wooden sword, caught my eye.
"Jo, Jo-Gol...."
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoooooooops!
Sweat is pouring down the whole body like rain. Every time I hit the sword, sweat spewed everywhere, and hot breath sprouted out of my mouth.
Bloody eyes and trembling shoulders tell how hard he is now. Even Ungum, who saw it for a moment, feels stiff shoulders and legs shaking legs.
"Come on, one more."
The eyes of the Ungum turn slightly to the side.
What the hell is that?'
Next to Jo-Gol, Chung-Myung is holding the sword slowly. Unlike Jo-Gol, who sweats like rain next to him, Chung-Myung's appearance is refreshing.
The robe is neatly refined and not a single strand of combed hair is disheveled. He was swinging his sword with a relaxed face, unlike the death penalty, which looked like he was about to die.
"Just swinging isn't the end of it. Think of it as a single swing, squeezing all your strength from tip to toe, and carrying a sword! One more time!"
The sound of rolling wheels creaking in the head of the funeral sword resonates. I feel like my head is pounding because I don't understand the situation.
What's that situation?
Isn't Chung-Myung the youngest of the three great disciples? But why is Chung-Myung teaching Jo-Gol?
In the meantime, it was more problematic that everything he said was correct.
"Now, just one...…."
"Screaming!"
In the end, Jo-Gol, who couldn't stand it, falls on the floor and wriggles. Chung-Myung clicked his tongue at the sight.
"Tsk, tsk. It's because you're so weak."
Chung-Myung sighs deeply.
"I'm just overworking my body. I'm doing it, too. Use your brain! Use your brain! Think about how to wield all your strength into the sword!"
What?
The eyes of the sword trembled.
The other death penalty may not be known, but the Ungum knew to some extent that Chung-Myung was taking over his three great disciples. It's hard to understand, but isn't there often a talent beyond age in the world?
But what Chung-Myung is saying now is not just because he is talented and capable.
You mean he has a good understanding of martial arts?'
The more I see it, the more amazing it is.
Waking up out of his mind, the Ungold shook his head.
This is not the time for this.
"What the hell is going on?"
Chung-Myung turned his head away when Ungum shouted.
"Oh, my lord!"
Then he comes running to the Ungum.
"Did you visit last night?"
Watching the scene, the three great disciples root their teeth.
"That son of a b*tc*!"
"If he had entered the palace, he would have been faithful and left in history."
"You're a human horse that'll bend if you stab him with a needle.'
Is there any way that a man who usually lived with a wall of courtesy can't turn his stomach upside down because he is so polite to the sword?
In particular, Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong, the biggest victims, were looking at Chung-Myung with a face of dejection.
"What's going on here?"
"I've been training."
"Training? This?"
No, training is training. Because I saw Jo-Gol wielding a sword with my eyes. But the result is...….
"Turn it off."
"Department, my lord...…."
"It's... it's so hard. I feel like I'm going to die...Here we go...."
The three great disciples look at the teacher like a dog in the rain. The crybaby raised its voice unconsciously at the sight."Training is part of the process of training the body and raising the level. Don't you know that too much can poison you? And you...…."
"I know, my lord."
"Huh?"
The voice of Chung-Myung, who cut his own horse, opened his eyes slightly. Don't you think you've cut off the words that will lead to a proper answer.
"But I didn't start this training. The death penalty will never be humiliated at the Hwajong branch this time.…."
"...Tuesday, Hwajong Branch?"
Yes, Hwajong branch is not far away. That's true, but...….
"The death penalty seems to be swallowing the powder while reflecting on the disgrace of the last Hwajong Branch...…."
Bunru?
The Ungum turned his head and looked at the three great disciples.
Behind Chung-Myung, the children shake their hands desperately. Looking at it, it was a rhyme rising from the inside.
"They don't look that way."
"Ay, that can't be true. How can you be proud to be a student of Hawasan if you are beaten up by the scum of Jongnam? There's a pride in Hwasan!"
What?
That's right again, isn'
"You can lose once. But isn't it impossible to lose twice? A disciple of the Grand Hwasan faction loses to Jongnam."
"...right."
Confusion began to settle in Ungum's head.
There are only two things he values most in the world. One is pride in Hawasan, and the other is to raise his disciples properly.
Now the two problems begin to fight pointing fingers at each other in their heads.
Chung-Myung, who read such a verse, sneaked up on him and whispered low.
"Think about it. The best way to honor Hawasan is to strengthen the death penalty and knock them out of their noses."
"It's him...."
"Then the elders will also praise the hard work of the Sasookjo."
'You're such a troubleman.'
It wasn't that I didn't know Chung-Myung was gently enticing him. But what I hear is so sweet. I appreciate your hard work, and I don't care about it, but to beat Jong-nam...….
"Do you think it's possible?"
The fortune-teller asked without realizing it. The word has so many meanings.
Chung-Myung smiles after hearing Ungum's question.
"I'm Chung-Myung."
"...."
The Ungum still looked at Chung-Myung and coughed.
It's none other than Chung-Myung who changed these kids. Didn't the children in a rut change only months after they met Chung-Myung?
Maybe now we need this process rather than learning one more sword. No matter how lucky the sword is, it's impossible to teach them to beat Jongnam's disciples from now on.
'One more time...….'
The Ungum looked around and opened his mouth.
"Listen, the disciples."
"Yes, my lord!"
The three great disciples paid attention to the sword with pathetic eyes. The last hope, pure and simple...….
"There is no place for me to be proud of you guys showing so much passion. It's up to me to train you as it is, but it's not right to disturb you from training so voluntarily."
…it's collapsing?
Oh, hope is falling apart?
"I will leave the training to myself until the Hwajong Branch is held. In the meantime, you don't have to come out to the curb. However, you should be careful not to damage your body."
Master Guan?
…... this isn't it? What? Guanju?
"Well, then go ahead."
The fortune-teller spins his body.Some of the three great disciples unwittingly stretched their hands forward and folded them slowly when they saw Chung-Myung's eyes.
Soon after, as Ungum completely moved away from the training center, Chung-Myung turned his body around and twisted his head.
"Come out, who said he was having a hard time with the governor."
"...."
"Hurry up."
"...."
The eyes of the three great disciples were filled with despair as they saw Chung-Myung pulling out a wooden sword from his waist.