"Confucius."
"… … ."
"Gongja?"
"… … ."
"excuse me… … Go, Gongja?"
Aenghwa was restless.
Three days ago, after returning from an audience with the teacher, Confucius changed a lot.
Usually, he practiced Simbeop, ate well, and went to his sidekick five or six times a day. He slept for at least three o'clock.
Literally, he ate well, cheaply, and slept well. It was an ideal schedule for a healthy life.
But how is Gongja-nim now?
I sat on the bed and stared blankly at the window, and saliva dripped from my wide open mouth.
I didn't dare to clean it without permission, so I left it there, but it was ready to cause a flood if left alone.
He doesn't eat much, and he might be sleeping. The number of times I go to the side is only two or three times. I don't eat well, so that's understandable.
At least, it's fortunate that he never skips practicing Simbeop.
But when the exercise was over, he drool again in a daze. This was enough to make her fearful that she might be suffering from a serious mental illness.
While Aenghwa was stumbling, not knowing what to do, Chun Ha-jin's head was racing fiercely.
'what? what? What is it? What? what?'
I don't know. I really don't know.
What the hell does the priest mean?
He told me to go back to my place of residence and take a rest, literally.
However, no matter how much I twist my head, I don't know what it means to send someone in three days.
nope, leaving that out.
'Are you saying you're going to let me go or not?'
If you're going to go, go, if you're not, don't. Did I really need to mess with my head like this?
Chun Ha-jin rolled his eyes.
will you send it? will you send it? will you send it?
'Of course I'll send it. did you see The disappointing face of that goofy nobleman.'
I bet it's never acting.
The state of martial arts does not develop even acting skills. Rather, weak people are good at acting. Because I have to keep an eye on it and survive.
As a result, the teacher is not a person who can act well, and he is in a position where he does not need to act.
Chun Ha-jin clenched his fists.
'I'll be able to get out.'
The disciple who was once lovable is going a long way, but who knows if he's trying to match a good guy with clothes.
It's unlikely that luxury silk clothes can be made in three days, but it might be a gift equivalent to that.
Money rots anyway, I'm a human being, can't you do something for me?
Yes, it will. The teacher is also a human being, but he must have some kind of affection.
Chun Ha-jin, who was passionate about rationalization, smiled with effort.
"My guess is correct. Cancer, no way."
But why am I so anxious?
It was when Cheon Ha-jin chewed his nails with his front teeth for a long time.
"Confucius!"
Surprised, Chun Ha-jin turned his head to the source of the sound.
The face of Aenghwa, who mustered up the courage to shout, was slightly pale.
"Um, what's going on? Has anyone come?"
"yes? Oh no?"
"Then why?"
"meal… … You have to do it. You skipped breakfast too."
Chun Ha-jin rubbed his stomach.
Come to think of it, I couldn't even think of eating because I was rolling my hair so fiercely.
"Oh, let's eat."
"yes! I will bring it."
After a while, a simple meal was served.
The thick and long chopsticks went back and forth between rice and side dishes without a break.
Chun Ha-jin, who stuffed food into both cheeks to make them swell, thought over and over again with an extremely serious face.
'Before I came back, the surrounding escorts were all sorted out.'
It was clear that an order had come from above. And the order must have come down through the religious leader.
Why did you arrange the escort warriors? Still, I'm a jejan who's like a trio?
'They're going to send it.'
In addition, the lawmakers who used to come every two days do not come. This, too, must have been intervened from the top.
'Because if you're a master at the level of the leader, you can see through my physical condition at a glance.'
Not necessarily a teacher, but even a moderately high master.
Now this body does not need any further treatment. There is still room for improvement, but it is enough to be covered by individual efforts.
The guards were also removed and the lawmakers were blocked. In other words, the intention is to reduce the waste of manpower.
The answer that the intention points to is one!
"Nagangsu later… … ."
"yes? Confucius, do you have something to tell me?"
"ok? Angi... … gulp! No, there is not."
"Ah yes!"
He added waguwagu rice again.
I was encouraged by the hopeful and positive interpretation. There will be a lot of work to do in the future, so you have to eat well.
Chun Ha-jin, who finished the meal militantly, sat cross-legged.
"Fuck! shall we start."
Meal is nutrition, and nutrition is a component that a person can obtain from outside the body to maintain life.
As soon as food enters the stomach, the internal organs work more actively to absorb nutrients.
And what could accelerate the action more was the internal energy and the mental method.
Let's trim the body first. If a person is in trouble, he can't do anything.
Chen Ha-jin closed his eyes.
After a while.
Tsutsutsutsu.
A faint haze rose over his shoulders.
Aenghwa, who was standing next to her, pursed her lips.
'It's going to be stuffy.'
When Chun Ha-jin operated the Simbeop, the air always became stuffy. It didn't smell particularly bad, but the air was damp and heavy enough to make breathing difficult.
'Didn't you say it's because it discharges takgi?'
A feeling of awe crossed Aenghwa's face.
It's only for self-defense, but she is also a demon who has trained her mind.
He knew at least how difficult it was to drive away a large amount of takgi with a body with little internal energy.
Perhaps the reason why Confucius' condition improved was not because of acupuncture and medicine, but because of Confucius' personal efforts.
how much time has passed like that
'huh?'
Aenghwa tilted her head.
'Is this strange?'
I thought the air would settle down, but today it didn't.
rather… … .
'Child, be refreshed.'
Aenghwa opened her nose involuntarily. The air was so clear that I wanted to take a deep breath.
When Aeng-Hwa smiled broadly at the unexpected freshness.
'uh?!'
Chen Ha-jin was surprised inside.
'what's this?'
Muae-gong's luck was different from usual.
To be precise, the realm jumped suddenly.
'Three steps?!'
Muae-gong is divided into stages from one-dan-gong to five-dan-gong.
Among them, it was not difficult to reach the third stage if you worked hard, but from the fourth stage, the realization of Muae-gong itself should be different.
I could go one step at a time.
In his previous life, when he was rampaging as the King of Kill, the stage he had reached was the very end of the Satanic Army.
Considering his skill, which was regarded as one of the ten best masters in the world, it was possible to see how troublesome martial arts Muae was.
But now we have reached the end of the three-stage process. It seemed that with just a couple of more lucks, I would be able to settle down in the division ball at once.
'How is this possible?'
It's absurd.
I said it wasn't hard to get to the triple-gong, but I didn't say it was easy.
I thought it would take five years even if I realized it.
The reason was that the degree of combination between martial arts and the body was more important than enlightenment.
No matter how much you hold on to Muae-gong for three months, is that so?
'no way… … .'
Chen Ha-jin's expression became serious.
'Because I'm a genius?'
This is no time for jokes, man.
'I really don't understand.'
Weiying.
A pleasant echo emanated from his body.
When he inhaled, the fine air that drifted around the room seeped into his body.
When I exhaled, the purified ki (气) changed the air in the room to be clean.
Chun Ha-jin's expression brightened.
'It is automatically used until it is purified and purified.'
Muae-gong's purification.
The essence of muae-gong is to discharge the takgi from the body and maximize the dental ability.
However, there is a unique study called purification in Muae-gong, which literally purifies the surrounding air.
Contrary to the discharge of takgi, takgi is collected. Of course, the air, which was free of obnoxious energy, had no choice but to become clean.
Doesn't it put a burden on your body if you suck out the takgi that is not enough to discharge?
'at all!'
The remnants of takgi left on his body shrivel up with Muae-gong's supernatural ability and become internalized.
Of course, it was only a tiny amount smaller than a sparrow's eye drop, and there was much more power gained from performing ordinary Muae-gong.
Nevertheless, the reason why purification and diagnosis was important was in a virtuous cycle.
If you purify the air around the realm and then use other methods of internal energy to build up your energy, you can get better quality energy than usual.
Of course, the achievement of new skills is also fast, and the body becomes stronger.
Even if you don't notice it right away, after a year or ten years, there will be a difference enough to open your mouth.
'What kind of windfall is this?'
I wanted to dance at least. After three months of holding on to Muae-gong with a feeling of vomiting blood, such a blessing came!
'Enough! You can get it back much faster.'
He estimated in three to five years the time it would take for him to regain his former strength.
Of course, it was a period based on the premise of taking the elixir at the safe house.
However, if it can be used until the purification diagnosis, the period will be further shortened.
'Did I say this body is twenty-three?'
If you say that you can get it back in three years, at the age of twenty-six, you will have a martial art of the highest level in the world.
'and… … If this is enough, you can hear the voice of the greatest genius of all time, right?'
Chun Ha-jin's expression turned greedy.
Even though he studied in Gangho, how can he not have a desire for honor?
In addition, if you shake this young body with an ultra-high level of martial arts and shake it, you will truly enjoy living in the world.
Moorim will cheer for the appearance of a genius, right? Even women who aren't killers will pay attention to me, right?
Your reputation will go up, so the money will come with you, right?
'… … gulp.'
Cheon Ha-jin, who had been fantasizing by himself, shook his head violently.
'Stupid bastard. Don't you know that you're suffering like that? Murim is not a place for people to live.'
Are you cheering for the appearance of a genius?
I will. They must be holding a dagger in their hands behind their backs while cheering.
Girls like that I have a guy with a backbone, but they won't really understand me.
honor? can i eat that? There is a lot of money even inside.
Crucially, isn't it the same to be a young guy whether it's three years or five years? It's easy for you to say that the transformation period has been shortened a bit.
'Let's live knowing the subject.'
Let's not ruin our lives with a fleeting desire.
after half a day.
"Turn it off!"
Chun Ha-jin stretched.
Aenghwa prostrated himself.
"Congratulations, Gongja!"
"huh? what?"
"yes? no… … just… … ."
I couldn't say it was like this because I felt like I had accomplished something.
Chun Ha-jin stroked Aeng-hwa's hair.
"haha! what are you so nervous about Thank you anyway."
Aenghwa's body instantly stiffened.
'… … Confucius stroked his hair?!
it's incredibly embarrassing
At the same time, it gets a bit gloomy.
'I touched it with care today... … .'
I've been working for over half an hour to get this hair done.
But, whatever, Gongja-nim likes it, so it's okay. Because you can touch your head again.
It was a time when a young man was crying with joy and a girl was in a complicated state of mind and didn't know what to do.
thud!
Chun Ha-jin's head turned to the window.
The gate of the dwelling that can be seen in the distance.
"A message from the Demon Shrine! The Three Gongja, Xiliang, open the door quickly and uphold the name of the master!"
Chun Ha-jin smiled broadly.
"Come on in! Hey, come in!!"