had a dream.

No, Chung-Myung didn't know if it was a dream, a memory, or just a flashlight. I didn't know if he was dead, dying, or not.

What you see is just the past.

A very childhood memory.

The way he first entered Hawasan.

A landscape where I trained with the death penalty.

And it was him who could not adapt to the rigid rules of the door and went out.

- You're a doer before you're a doer. You don't know that power without limits is just violence?

Obvious nagging.

I was sick of it.

Therefore, he became a disciple of Hwasan and did not fully follow his teachings. Although his natural talent was so outstanding that he earned the undeserved nickname of plum blossom screening, he was a heretic of Hawasan.

Why didn't I know?

Even if teaching doesn't fit the bill, even if it all feels boring...Everything about himself came from Hasan. How much I've been in awe of Hwasan.

It was a late realization and a late regret.

If I had put a little more weight on teaching, and if I could have been a little stronger, I might have changed this terrible ending. If it had been....

- Do you regret it?

Chung-Myung accepted the softly echoing voice.

This is the voice of the death penalty.

Long death penalty, his father, his brother, his family, his goal.

The one who wanted to follow but couldn't, so he had to turn a blind eye.

Yes. I regret it.

I regret it. Death penalty

- There's nothing to regret.

There is a subtle warmth in the voice of the death penalty.

But it wasn't Hawaiian.

…the death penalty.

- One.

I think I can hear the death penalty laugh.

Endlessly warm, endlessly loving.

- Still, it's Hawaiian.'

Argh!

Still, angry...

Like this?

Huh? Like this?

"Screaming! Argh!"

I feel a terrible rage in my head.

It hurts. It hurts so much.

What kind of pain is this? It didn't hurt like this when your arms and legs were cut off.

"처, Heavenly Demon?"

Isn't he dead?

His name instinctively raised both hands and covered his head. If he's not dead yet, we'll have to cut him off again somehow...….

"What's wrong with you?"

But it wasn't the voice of Heavenly Demon that came back, but the voice of anyone who heard it was chilling and twisted.

"Huh?"

When I open my eyes, I see a strange face.

"You're a beggar, aren't you?"

It's a beggar. It's an open beggar. The knot on the waistline is only one thing. In good words, it is the terminal beggar who is now open to the public, and in bad words, it is the upper beggar among the beggars.

A beggar with a grumpy face was looking at Chung-Myung.

"What the hell?"

I don't understand the situation.

Chung-Myung tilted his head and glanced at the beggar. The beggar's face starts to turn into irritation after seeing the reaction. It looks really mean.

"Heavenly Demon is freezing to death! This son of a b*tc* is very sleep talking. f*ck you, motherf*cker! Everyone else went begging, but why are you sleeping like that? Didn't I tell you I'd give you a hard time if I showed you one more slack? Is this speaker funny?"

The beggar spun the baton in his hand.

Wait a minute.

'I mean, that's...… are you threatening me?'

"Huh?"

A laugh burst out of my mouth.

I don't understand the situation, but it doesn't have to be interpreted according to the situation.Who is Chung-Myung?

Among the many and many inspections in the world, Chung-Myung is one of the top three. The world praised his sword as the essence of Hawasan's martial arts and praised it as a high epithet of plum blossom inspection.

In addition, the horse is no match for him, two of the three other prosecutors. Didn't even the Heavenly Demon acknowledge his sword as the best in the world at the last moment?

Even if an open ark comes, he won't be able to raise his head firmly in front of him.

But a threat?

At risk, fish, fish?

"Huh? Huh? Did you just laugh?"

A beggar looks at him with dumbfounded eyes.

"Hey, speaker."

"Hey?"

"I don't think I understand what's going on, but I'll put it down."

"Hahahaha. Hahahaha."

The beggar began to laugh as if he were absolutely dumbfounded. Chung-Myung also frowned at the sight.

How dare you react like that in front of yourself.

At that moment, the beggar suddenly hit Chung-Myung on the head with a battagubong.

Huh.

That's absurd.

How dare you do this to me, knowing who I am? I think we need to fix this beggar's habit today.

First of all, stop this slow club!

Chung-Myung lifted his right arm slowly. For now, grab that club and make the gap in skills...….

…Huh?

What?

"Slow?

Why are my arms so slow?

The club is flying, but Chung-Myung's hands have yet to reach the club.

No, I'm sure you should be holding that club the moment you make up your mind. Oh, is the injury not better yet?

Then do your best...….

Huh? What's this?

Chung-Myung's eyes were wide open.

A club is seen flying toward his head in the middle of the view. And a small hand appeared at the end of the vision. A small hand moving toward the club at a slow pace.

It's so small and...….

Is it short?

What?

This can't be short. If it's short, you can't stop it.….

The beggar-wielding club touched Chung-Myung's arm and settled on the top of his head.

Coooooooooooooong!

I hear thunder in my head.

Down.

Chung-Myung's body, shocked by the collapse of the world, neatly fell back.

Flinch. Flinch.

Chung-Myung's body cramps on the floor.

Miscellaneous thoughts such as how the situation goes and how to deal with it disappear neatly from my head. All that remained was the pain of heaven and earth opening.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Chung-Myung rolled around with his head in his hand.

It didn't hurt like this when my arm was ripped off by Heavenly Demon!

"You son of a b*tc*!"

The beggar, who hit Chung-Myung on the head, now spat on his hand and started beating him in earnest.

"Find out what's going on, figure it out? I'll make sure you know the situation today! If he's gonna go crazy, he's gonna go crazy! Did you get hot? Falcon is the best medicine in the heat, man!"

The club flamboyantly slaps Chung-Myung's body.

"Argh! Argh! Argh! Are you crazy? Can't quit right now...…. Argh!"

"Die, die!"

"Oh, it hurts! Argh!"

Chung-Myung's cry began to change little by little due to the hectic beating.

Poof! Poof! Poof!

"You poor thing! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to open a murder today...…."

"Open up! Please open up, man!"

"Argh! Argh! Why can't I block it? Argh!"

Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!"Well... moderately...…. No, no! Argh!"

There is no hesitation in the chorus.

"……Save me……"

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!

"Sa, save me. Oh, oh, oh, oh, my God!"

It was Chung-Myung, who was beaten like a dog from the start, as if to suggest that the new life ahead would never be smooth.

* * *

"……Oh, it hurts my pride."

Chung-Myung grabbed and pulled out the cloth that he had stuck in his nose.

"Ouch, aya."

I feel a sour pain in my nose. Chung-Myung's face was stained with a sense of emptiness as soon as he saw the dirty cloth.

What do you mean nosebleed?

It's not even a nosebleed that's bleeding back from internal injuries, it's a nosebleed that's being beaten up!

Does this make any sense?

It wasn't just nosebleeds. There's not a single place in the whole body.

Not to mention the black, blue, bruised eyelids, it felt like there was no intact bone. Have you ever been beaten to the point of rusting like this?

I've never been hit like this even though I've been through all kinds of accidents in Hawaii, which boasts strict discipline, and I never thought I'd get that first experience through a street beggar.

"You're going to screw up.…."

The touch of a beggar wielding a baton smelled like an expert. The beating, which left no part of the body behind, was almost an art form.

If it weren't for you, you'd clap for me.….

"You open-minded bastards. I'll dry the seeds."

It is simply outrageous now.

Chung-Myung, who could not overcome rising fever and irritation, lay down and struggled. But it's just my body that's in pain.

"No, more than that...…."

Chung-Myung jumped up and approached the stream. And he peered his head forward.

I can see a young face that I've never seen before. When Chung-Myung distorted his face, the young man distorted his face, and when Chung-Myung sighed, the young man sighed.

"……what's going on here?"

Why do you see a young man's face in the water?

No, it's not. It'sounds good. It is understandable that the face has changed. Anyway, isn't the younger the better? Too young to be young, but younger than older.

Moreover, no matter how much I think about it, this face is more handsome than Chung-Myung's. So it doesn't have much to complain about.

The part of the complaint is that the body has become younger together.

It's short.

His arms and legs are shorter than his original. This is not because the body shape is short by birth, but because it is the body of a child who has not yet grown.

In addition, growing up, the momttungeori pijuktto not only not spoken, a bony skeleton. I'm still weak and hungry, so it's hard to raise a hand.

Oh, that's right.

Anyway!

"So...."

in conclusion

"It means I'm alive."

I may not be appropriate to say. No matter how much you look at him, he's not Chung-Myung. The old man, who was close to eighty, became a child's body.

The plum blossom inspection Chung-Myung is not alive, but the plum blossom inspection Chung-Myung entered the body of a beggar child. It's also with a whole memory.

"The ghost must be in a stately."

Is this what Buddhism calls reincarnation?

If I had known this, I wouldn't have joined Hawasan, I'd have joined Sorim.

Chung-Myung, who tried hard to ignore the sudden deepening anxiety, raised his hand and scratched his head.

"Ouch!"

My whole body throbbed as I moved my hands violently. The more I think about it, the more I get angry."It won't make a difference if you make a fuss about it."

It's not a dream, it's not an illusion.

I've suspected Heavenly Demon to have done the trick, but if he could do this vivid trick, Heavenly Demon would have already ruled the world.

I don't know how, but I have to admit that all this is real anyway.

Then, it is very clear what Chung-Myung should do from now on.

"………I need to figure out what the hell is going on."

Chung-Myung, who jumped out of his seat, started running again toward the beggar's den. No, I was going to run.

"Oops."

Couldn't take a few steps back and sank back into the seat.

"You hit me like a sore thumb, you beggar."

Chung-Myung's eyes began to burn.

"No matter what the circumstances are, I'm bound to be open."

Death and survival did not mean that the dirty personality would go anywhere.

He soon got back on his feet and waddled and walked to the den.

I think you're crazy.'

Gu Chil looked at Chung-Myung with a serious look on his face.

"Did he get knocked out of his mind?'

I did get hit a bit hard.

Wangcho used to beat people a little too hard, but he really beat them up today. If you catch a dog on a dog day, you won't beat it like that.

Didn't those who would have tried to stop Wang Chow somehow not even think about stopping him under the influence of that spirit? So it's normal for a person to be bothered by now...….

"So you're saying I'm a beggar?"

"His body is fine, but his head is gone?'

The beggar is asking if he's a beggar.

Is there another case like this?

Obviously this guy is a little weird today. No, it's very strange.

I thought I would hit the ground running hard one day because I usually had a feeling of being lazy. I was caught because I was especially unlucky today, but it was similar to how I usually goofed around. If it wasn't today, I would have been beaten once.

If you can't eat with your own hands, you'll starve to death or get beaten to death. That's the rule of burrows.

Dogs or people come to their senses for a while after being beaten. That's normal.

But if it doesn't, it's now in front of course.

"I'm really living in a place like this? That can't be true."

"……no snow?"

"Huh?"

"It doesn't seem so hard to figure out what you're wearing."

Chung-Myung lowered his head. I can see the rags by putting all kinds of cloth together. It was a rag that you wouldn't even know it was clothes if it was thrown away.

The average person would nod back at this point, but Chung-Myung didn't know how to give up.

"You don't have a name?"

Gu Chil sighed low.

"Where's the beggar's name? I'll just name it roughly and sing it. You are the first three."

"……it sounds like a beggar's name."

Look, I'm not feeling very well.

"Of all things, beggars. I can't believe this is happening."

"……."

"Around the age of sixteen?"

"How does a beggar know his age?"

"He does, too."

There are more than one or two strange things.

From the way you talk to the way you behave, everything has changed. I can't believe it's a change caused by a severe blow to the head. Besides, aren't you asking me now that you don't know anything?

"Then what year is it now?"

"……I've seen all the beggars who count the days. You want me to be a beggar counting the sun?"

"You look like a real bum."

Gu Chil raised his hand and rubbed his eyelids. Being tired and hungry is always a beggar's life, but at this moment, I feel more tired than usual.

"Then let me ask you a question."

"……you've been asking until now."

"Do you know Heavenly Demon?"

Gu Chil distorted his eyes.

"What happened to Heavenly Demon earlier, and why is Heavenly Demon suddenly looking for it?"

"Answer first."

"You know, everyone knows Heavenly Demon. It's a pot that died a hundred years ago."

"What?"

"Cannabis..."

At that moment Cho Sam rushed to Gu Chil and grabbed him by the collar.

"Heavenly Demon has been dead for a hundred years? A hundred years? Did you say a hundred years? What?"

"……."

I think it's really gone.

"I'm telling you."

"It's not a falsehood. It's a lie."

"What's the point of lying to you? Good swimmers are no pijuktto. "Chung-Myung, glaring, soon let go of GuChil's hand by the collar with a look of dismay. Then he suddenly started scratching his head.

'Certainly crazy.'

That's all I can think of when I look at that face. It seems to be mesmerized, and it seems to be lost in taste. Gu Chil first learned that a person's face can express such a variety of "flustered".

"A hundred years?"

"Do you want me to say it again?"

"……it's spinning."

Chung-Myung looked up with a dejected face.

I thought it would comfort me a little if I could see the blue sky, but all I could see was the ceiling of the black hut. It's as gloomy as Chung-Myung's heart now.

"You mean it's been a hundred years?"

Now it's time to get annoyed, Gu Chil bawls.

"Why do you keep repeating what you said? It's been a hundred years! The Jungwon Forest Club faced Heavenly Demon at the top of Mt. 100,000 and eventually slit their necks."Yes, Daesan Blood Death is about a hundred years ago!"

"……I got it."

That's driving me crazy.

Chung-Myung looked at Gu Chil with a vain face.

I don't know if you don't know anything.'

The guy who threshed Chung-Myung with excitement a little while ago was the one who opened the door. That means that this guy in front of us is also one step open.

Isn't it usually called a hundred thousand degrees of openness?

But opening up is not the greatest thing in the world, and you can't feed and put 100,000 Mundo to sleep. Although it is rumored to be a good idea for the topic of beggar breakwater, there is a limit to funding.

Most of the 100,000 open roads were just beggars like Gu Chil, which is now on the horizon. Opening up gives these beggars the name of "no opening" or "no knotless beggars" and treats them appropriately.

This means that even beggars who roll around in the author are more knowledgeable about Murim's information than most people.

Then, it should be considered to be credible to some extent. There is nothing more to see if you know exactly that the group gathered from each faction at that time was on Daesan Mountain.

"Oh, crazy. A hundred years."

Five times a river and a mountain is a time of change.

Now you have to admit it. That he was reborn by borrowing someone else's body.

But...

Why don't you let me be born right after I die?'

A hundred years later, everyone who knew him would have died. Of course, even if it hadn't been 100 years, most of the people who had known him died in Daesan, but isn't this still different?

No matter how unattended Chung-Myung is, he cannot have shared the relationship only with the same fighters. Among those he knew were merchants and Yangmin. But a hundred years later, there's no chance they're alive.

I feel like I'm alone in the world.

'No matter what happens, it gets tangled up like this. If you do this, then even Hwasan...….'

"Huh? Wait a minute, wasan!"

Chung-Myung suddenly jumped out of his seat and screamed, and Gu Chil closed his eyes as if he had resigned.

Now it's not that surprising.

"Hwasan, what happened to him?"

"What are you talking about?"

"What happened to Hwasan?"

"Hwasan?"

"Yes!"

"What is Hwasan?"

"……Huh?"

Chung-Myung opened his eyes wide.

Don't you know Hwasan? Open beggar?

"Come on, don't mess with me. What's the situation with the Hawasanites?""Hwasan파?"

Gu Chil tilted his head.

You don't know?

You don't know?

The Hawaiian faction?

"You don't know one of the old file rooms, the Hawasan faction? Hey, this... ..."

"Old file room? What are you talking about? There's no Hawaiian blue in the old file room."

"……no?"

"Sorim, shaman, Jongnam, Jeomchang, Gongdong, Cheongseong, ARMY, Haenam, Gonryun. Open. You can open the door like this."

"Hae, Haenam, that island chump came in with the old file room? Oh, no, wait a minute, that's not the point. Has Has Hasan fallen out of Gupa?"

Gu Chil sighed softly.

'Do I have to call a congressman?'

I guess we have to do something about it. It's gone even if it's gone.

"Hwasan, did he miss the old file room? No, let's just say that's possible! But you don't know the Hawasanites? They say rich people can go down for three years! Open beggar doesn't know the Hawasanites?"

If he had the spirit to call the person right in front of him a beggar, he would not starve to death anywhere. Even if I could be beaten to death.

Chung-Myung now jumped on Gu Chil, grabbed him by the shoulder and shook him.

"Does this make sense? Does this make sense?"

Gu Chil's head was stripped of its strength.

"You really don't know, Hwasan? You don't know the Hwasanites? Hwasan을?"

"……Hwasan."

"Yes, wasan!"

Gu Chil tilted his head.

"Come to think of it, I heard there was such a cult on the island."

Chung-Myung's eyes were wide open.

"Yes, on the island, yes island! Hawasan on the island."

"As far as I know, it's ruined."

"……What?"

I'm out of breath.

"I don't know if there was a Hwasan faction in the old file room, but I think I've heard the story that the famous Hwasan faction was ruined by the war. I don't know exactly. If you want to know more, tell your superiors...…."

What the hell are you talking about? Is wasan going to fail?

Hwasan이? Hwasan's screwed up?

"What nonsense is this beggar talking about?"

Gu Chil looked up at the ceiling with slightly dampened eyes.

Even if you tell me everything you know, the only thing that comes back is swearing. That's why you shouldn't collect black-haired animals.

"No, I don't believe it!"

Chung-Myung pushed Gu Chil and jumped to his feet.

"I'm gonna have to check it out myself!"

Gu Chil screamed as he saw Chung-Myung running outside.

"Hey, if you don't do it properly by evening, Wangchow will kill you! Stop wasting your time and get to work!"

But Chung-Myung walked out without even listening to Gu Chil.

"……What's wrong with him today?"

Gu Chil, who couldn't understand Chung-Myung who suddenly changed, tilted his head.

* * *

"……Huh."

Is this the face of a merchant who lost his entire fortune?

Chung-Myung's face, sitting in a corner of the street, was filled with despondency.

At first, the idea was what Ungae would know if he recognized it.

Come to think of it, the power of the literary faction may be tilted because the great disciples and the great disciples of Hwasan were annihilated in the battle, which is now called Daesan Bloodsa.

In the meantime, you could be pushed out of the old file room.

But no matter how many times I think about it, how could Hwasan, who came to the world, become a beggar in just a hundred years?

It sounds like a beggar's door...….

Anyway, this beggar just doesn't know, and others thought they might know Hawasan.

But the result was the same no matter who was asked.You mean the mountain on the island?

- Hwasan파? Is there Mufa in Wasan?

- I've never heard of such a door group.

Who the f*ck is holding a man's sleeve? Do you want to die?

Oh, except for the last one.

I don't know.

No one knows.

"Does this make any sense?"

What kind of literary group is Hwasan?

Although there are numerous checkpoints in the world, there are no more famous checkpoints in the world than Hawasan's. It is a little vague to say that it is the most famous inspection in the world, but no one could disagree that it is one of the three most famous literary groups in the world, along with shaman and Namgung Sega.

But you don't know?

"Huh...."

This was the most positive response.

- Hwasan파? I think I've heard of it. Isn't that a famous check? Heard you were knocked out by Heavenly Demon? Is it still there?

Is that was a disaster?

"What is this sound of a ghost washing up and forgetting."

Rather, it would be more realistic that the imperial palace caught fire and the emperor fled in the wind.

I can't believe he's screwed! Hwasan이!

The last image of the long death penalty glistened in front of me.

Jang Moon-haeng, who was always smiling with a gentle face, was down with a bizarre face that was hard to describe.

Rather, I'm glad I'm alive again.'

If he had survived and heard the wonderful news, he would have vomited blood and died again by now.

"No, no, no!"

Chung-Myung jumped out of his seat.

"I need to see it with my own eyes!"

No matter how low the tide is, it's been around for hundreds of years. I can't believe it until I see it with Chung-Myung's eyes.

"We're going to Hawasan!"

Go, check it out!

Chung-Myung's eyes began to burn.

It was the moment when a huge event began that would cause a flat wind in the calm river.

Gu Chil was seriously concerned about what absurdity was.

This is because Chung-Myung, who had left the hut with a grotesque scream, came back angrily and began to say nonsense.

"I'm going to Hawaii."

"……."

"It's a little absurd, but listen to me."

Still, he wanted to give a high score in that he knew it was absurd.

However, the thought disappeared neatly as soon as I heard the following words.

"You can just leave, but the reason why you come back and say this is because I think I owe you a favor."

You do know.

There was no reason to listen to the crazy man's nonsense, but the reason why I had to sympathize with this nonsense was because Chung-Myung's face was so serious.

"I pay back twice the grace, ten times the grudge. Remember the name Chung-Myung of Hawasan, for I will return this favor in the future. I will return this favor to you on the day we meet again."

That's a very cool thing to say.

It would have been great if it wasn't for a poor little beggar with black eyes and chapped lips.

Unfortunately, Gu Chil's appreciation of Chung-Myung's wonderful words was very simple.

"...it's bullshit."

Chung-Myung's face is slightly distorted.

"Of course it sounds strange to me right now, but remember this. Someday this word will change your destiny...…."

"Wangcho was looking for you. I'm going to kill him."

"Really?"

The two eyes met.

"……."

"……."

"Khhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

There are various morons in the world. Just because someone you know joined the ranks doesn't mean it's a big or strange thing.

Of course, it's very strange that people suddenly change overnight.

"Anyway, then I'm off!"

"……take care of me. Or I'd really beat him to death."

"I'm coming, but remember! It is Chung-Myung of Hawasan. Remember this name!"

Chung-Myung turned around and exited the pit with a dignified step.

Gu Chil shook his head unconsciously at the sight.

Everything happens in my life.

That might not be a bad choice either. If Wangcho catches you like that, you'll be beaten to death this time.

"What should I say to Wangcho...…."

At that moment, the giant slime that was blocking the entrance to the hut was pulled back, and Chung-Myung walked back inside.

"……."

Why are you here again?

Before Gu Chil even asked, Chung-Myung asked confidently.

"Hey!"

"Huh?"

"What's that beggar's name?"

"Who?"

"The one who hit me."

"Oh... Wangcho? I think it's called Jong Pal."

"Jong Pal? It sounds like a beggar. Give it to him. I'm going to kill you next time I see you."

…will not let it go.

The grasshopper.

"Then I'll really go."

Chung-Myung swirled out again. Chung-Myung comes back inside when he thinks it's a very fiery day.

"Oh, come on!"

"Hey."

"What? Why? What else?"

"Which way do I have to go to get to Hawasan Island?"

"……."

"……."

No matter how many times I think about it...….

I'm sure this dude is crazy.

* * *

Chung-Myung ran and ran.

There is no one in the world to take a dirty little beggar to the island. What to believe is strong.…. Two legs and tiredness that seemed to have been strong in the past.The only thing that … was a heart.Since when has Chung-Myung been riding horses or wagons?

In the past, he never rode a horse. He was not so laid back as to move on a slow horse.

If he combined all the distances he ran in his previous life, he would be able to circle the midfield ten times. Therefore, he ran to the ground without any doubt.

And lay on the floor before just a few.

"Gasp! Gasp! Gasp! Gasp! Gasp! Oh, my. I'm dying."

I didn't think it was a child's body.

The two steel-like legs were turned into bony sticks, and the heart, which seemed to never tire, was violently protesting against unexpected overwork.

What are you talking about?

It means that the heart is likely to pop out of the throat.

"No, what kind of body is this?"

What a mess, just a few jumps!

Did I run one hour or two! It's just the tip of my tongue and I'm out of breath! How low is the condition of the body to produce this result?

"Yes."

Looking at his body carefully, he deserved it.

Nutrition is too poor before discussing innate qualities. Literally pijuktto not treated properly by a body.

You're going to the island with this body?

It's a dream story. I was about to die of exhaustion before I arrived in Wasan.

The world's plum blossom inspection is so tired of traveling that you die? Even if you meet someone you know in the afterlife, you will be laughed at for three or four days.

"If we're going to the island, we're going to take care of this rotten body first!"

The best way to keep your body healthy?

It was already owned by Chung-Myung.

"Huhuhuhuhuh."

A significant laugh came out of Chung-Myung's mouth. I can't stand it no matter how hard I try.

"Giggling."

The martial arts are all blown away, the body is at its worst, and Hawasan cannot tell if he is screwed or turned upside down, and is likely to die of hunger.

This was the only consolation that made Chung-Myung laugh in this crappy situation.

"So you can learn how to do martial arts from now on."

You can start over.

Others can't even imagine how great this is.

Those who didn't make it to the top regret their lives? That, of course, is also true. But even those who reach the top have regrets.

If I had done it then!

If I had laid the foundations better when I was a little younger!

If the master pulled his ear and dragged him away, he would have pretended to train without running away!

He stole alcohol hidden by the death penalty and didn't get caught...….

Oh, except for the last one.

Anyway!

"I can do it again."

In the past, Chung-Myung was an inspection of Jigo called the Three Great Prosecutors' Office. But that didn't mean he was happy with his martial arts. Rather, as he became stronger and had a deeper eye for martial arts, he could see better than anyone how inefficiently he trained and how much he had grown in the wrong direction.

Foundation

Master, death penalty, cowardly death, that d*mn foundation!

수련을 하던 시절에는 그 망할 기초론자들이 앵무새처럼 외쳐 대는 기초라는 말이 죽도록 지겹고 싫었지만, 스스로 고수가 되어 보니 왜 기초가 중요한지를 절실하게 이해할 수 있었다.

The foundation is the foundation after all.

A strong ground and a solid foundation are required to build a high tower. How much higher you can climb depends on how hard you work on the foundation.But I don't know that in my childhood. I don't understand no matter how many times I hear it. And even if you understand, you can't do it.

Why?

'Cause I'm a human being.'

I'm digging dirt on the floor to lay the groundwork, and what if the death penalty has already built three stories of towers next to it? Wouldn't anyone be in a hurry.

Besides!

"I'll tell you to lay the groundwork, but when you do, you'll only save and praise the ones who go ahead!"

f*cking s*xual orientation!

Of course I understand. After all, master is a man, private residence is a man.

Everyone knows that it can be successful only when I lay the foundation, but while my disciple is struggling to lay the foundation, the disciple of the death penalty shows amazing swords or goes out to win a friendly arena.

That's all right. Master can put up with it somehow. Hwasan is where the Taoists live, and the Taoists are patient.

However, as soon as they have a drink with each other that evening, basic training should be considered half-finished.

And when someone starts bragging about his student at a drinking party? It's all over.

Those who are proud of themselves are bound to wrap their disciples in a list that will never be seen again, and those who have nothing to boast about should hold on by grabbing their thighs. And the irritation and anger all fall on his disciple the next morning.

- My priest's disciple has already made two plum blossoms!

- I hear the bastard's student has entered the subliminal phase! I've never lost to him! Who's to blame for losing his student farming? This is!

- No, no, no, no, no. We're short of power! No, no, no, no, no, no!

What kind of basic training is that? I'm busy learning another herbivore right now.

This was a chronic disease of the capital faction, in which martial arts were handed down due to priestly relationships.

"However!"

Chung-Myung is different now!

Chung-Myung doesn't need to be impatient. There's no teacher who'll push him. I've already seen which way I should walk to go higher, so I just have to go steadily along the path I know.

Basic?

When others dug the ground and dug the floor, Chung-Myung intended to tear down the mountain and fill the beams to form a plain. On that vast, vast plain, a huge tower that no one has ever built before!

'The first time is important.'

Hawasan's martial arts is both the Taoist and the Jeonggong.

The fistula is slow and weak at first, but it becomes stronger at a rapid pace as you train. If the potter or the mower gives immediate strength as soon as they are mastered, the potter has a weak start, but at the end of it, it has given more depth than other martial arts.

To put it simply.

It's like rolling a snowball on a snowy mountain.'

Roll a small snowball from the top of a snowy mountain. At first, something as big as a nail turns into a fist, and as you roll, it grows exponentially. A small stone becomes a huge avalanche that cannot be stopped by manpower at the end.

What Chung-Myung needs to do now is to create a certain rock that can be the center of snowballs. And we must find a mountain side that will never stop rolling.

"Well, then."

Chung-Myung, who was immediately wrong in the cabal, suddenly looked around.

You don't know what's going to happen in the middle of Guandao.Cheung-Myung, who rose nonchalantly, went into the forest. It's a very dangerous thing to make a first power failure. External stimuli should be avoided as much as possible.

That may not be the case, but isn't the story of masters who got stung by bees while driving a car a joke?

'This should do it.'

Chung-Myung, who found the shade of a large tree, repaired the floor and turned his seat on it.

"Well, what do you want me to learn?"

There's a lot of neo-Confucianism in his head. All of Hwasan's Muhak, the history of Hwasan, is with him. There are more than a dozen methods of internal deliberation he knows.

Self-deprecating energy that visits the world.

The plumage method, which is optimized for plumage examination.

The zodiac, which boasts the sharpest energy.

The solar energy that contains everything to go up.

In addition, he has a number of other tricks in his head that are not enough just to express excellence. If not limited to Hwasan's, the number of tricks you can learn doubles.

But Chung-Myung was not worried.

It's so obvious what he needs to learn now.

"Meat."

Chung-Myung's voice rang crystal clear.