My Dad Is Too Strong

Gonryunsan Mountain was a heavenly place.

When I was bored while walking on the street, I was hit by mitta holy water, sewage, and snow in the last years. Young drugs that can increase the internal strength of the Danjeon even if a third-rate warrior takes one properly!

"There was such a situation!"

"......."

"Well, I can't help but have this great review! LOL!"

The pupils of the Black Death School and the annex in the Protestant Church where Cheonbi University stays.

In the guest room, Do-jun shook his head, sitting facing Yeo-pyeong.

It was necessary to have Yeo-pyeong's help to manufacture a new troupe, but there was no need to mobilize Yeo-pyeong to collect the snowflakes.

On the eighth floor of the center, Yeo-pyeong burned his will as if it were his own work, as he said that he needed a fountain of snow to remove the poison from the sea. Of course, he didn't say that there are things to make soup out of boiled chicken ingredients.

"It's enough work for me to do alone...…."

"Oh, my God! The Heavenly Horse is doing such chores! Yes! What's a lord! It's my job to take orders from your heavenly hosts!"

a rousing comment with blood in one's throat

Dojun was a little embarrassed, but he didn't have to show it.

For some reason, Yeo-pyeong's personality seemed to have changed "a little."

"Absolutely? Huh? Well, I don't mean to eat chicken!"

Oh, that's it.

Yeo-pyeong continued, with tears in his eyes.

"It's because I'm blinded by the thought that you're collecting your own Lunar New Year. So please. Leave this matter to your disciple!"

Dojun looked at his wristwatch.

9:10 a.m. It took me an hour to make the boiled chicken, so I had to hurry.

Dojun had no choice but to leave the work to Yeo-pyeong.

"Come back in half an hour.”

"He's coming out there.”

"Shh, shh, shh. Everybody quiet."

The cadets of the Black Death School were lined up in the yard of the annex.

Today was a day of receiving the teachings of Ma Sun.

Just one day a year, cadets will receive their learning from each archbishop and Samma Zone.

For cadets, it's a golden opportunity!

a squeaking sound

The door opens and Yeo-pyeong shows up.

생도들은 잔뜩 긴장한 기색을 보였다. 여평은 근엄한 얼굴로 생도들을 내려다보았다.

“전부 모였나.”

"옙!"

박력있게 답한다. 여평이 어떤 자인가?

무려 천비대의 주인이다. 그의 영향력은 천마신교 내에서도 세 손가락 안에 들 정도로 실세적이었다. 서툰 모습을 절대로 보여서는 안 된다.

두근두근!

To be taught by a major or a mah-john class is to gain money.

It allows them to grow beyond the existing limits by gaining enlightenment.

"Today we will study pharmacy."

The cadets exchanged glances at Yeo-pyeong's words.

Although he was not a scholar, he showed no signs of disappointment.

No, rather, they seemed full of expectations. It's not anybody else, it's the magic of the world. No one knew that he was the first master of Taoism in the midfield before entering the Catholic Church.

"Let's get started. LOL."

'You must be in a good mood.’

'That's a relief.'

The cadets smiled around their mouths.

After a while, Yeo-pyeong and the cadets arrived at the ridge of Mount Gonryun, not far from the entrance of the Protestant church.

a growing arrayed around

Yeo-pyung pulled out a root in front of the cadets.

Shake off the soil from the roots and put it in a bag as if it were a new wine jar.

"Come, follow me and dig up the seonsam.”

“......?”

"The most important thing is to pull out the roots carefully so that they don't get hurt. And after a while, they come back to this place. Do you understand?"

***

The promised half-call came through.

When Yeo-pyeong released a bundle and cut it, the snow ginsengs full of spirit revealed their appearance. At first glance the count was more than three hundred roots. Looking at Yeo-pyeong smiling, Do-jun recalled the voice he had just heard from Mount Gonryun.

Lord, I dug up five roots.

Good job! My baby!

I have eight roots. As a strong man.

Laughing out loud!

"Good work."

"This is nothing. I just moved with the belief that I wanted to help you a little bit. Hahaha!"

Dojun carried the ice caps in a bundle. Yeo-pyeong glanced at it and looked at Do-jun's wits. Don't tell me you're not just leaving like this....

Swoosh.

Dojun counted the number of cadets lined up outside. The total number of people mobilized for today's work was 24. It did not make sense to give compensation only to Yeo-pyeong after all the hard work was done together. Dojun took out a flyer from the pocket on the hoodie he was wearing.

[Welcome to Group Order]

The world's number and the eight-colored birds blinked.

Dojun took out his diarrhea.

As soon as you get your hands on it, place about 20 roots on the hands of the world's number.

"......Long snowflakes?"

I've never heard of it before, but I've never heard of it before.

Besides, it was not a single one, but 20 roots. What's even more creepy is that there were hundreds of roots of snow ginseng stored in the area.

"Do, what kind of ordeal did you go through?…."

"It's not a thousand years, it's ten thousand years. Oh, my God. It can't be...…."

The world leader was surprised by the powerful regularity that he felt during the Lunar New Year's day.

What Do-joon said was not a lie. I could feel the same amount of energy as 10 roots in a thousand years old.

"How long will the cleanup take?"

"......I think if I use all of this, I can finish the cleanup in no time. About three days...…."

Even if it took a long time, I could finally clean up my reading.

However, it was possible to drastically reduce the time required to clean up if there were as many as 20 roots each.

This will also restore all the power of the past.

"Then I beg you."

"......can I really use it all?"

Dojun nodded.

Soon, Dojun's new model disappeared.

The leftover world numbers and octagonal birds looked at each other.

"What kind of ordeal did you go through?…."

***

Breaking news: Behimos' advance to the 8th floor of the center has been confirmed on November 8th. Due to the sudden notification from the Hunter Administration, each terrestrial broadcasting station hurriedly reorganized its programs...….

When I opened the lid of the big pot, the hot steam came up.

Dojun confirmed that the chicken soup was done. Then, put three chickens in a small pot. Two chickens crossing their legs in a milky broth. There were glutinous rice, mung beans, jujube, and chestnuts inside.

The other two are to be left for eating when Seol Yun-hui and Carthiel return from the Academy later. Anyway, Dojun put boiled chicken on the table. Yong-yong busily moved the kitchen to set up the dishes and took kkakdugi and kimchi out of the refrigerator.

"Ha In Sam, are you crying?"

The star said, looking at the boiled chicken in his bowl and the roots of the snow ginseng next to it. On the other hand, Yong-yong was rolling his eyes.

...right.

Yong Yong-yong, who doesn't like vegetables very much.

Among them, the bitter taste of ginseng was even worse. Mushrooms would be better. It just doesn't taste good. This was just writing.

"But the master made it for me..’

Yong-yong smacked his lips.

Yong-yong, who had been looking at Do-jun's countenance roughly, frowned heavily as he swallowed the ice cream in one bite. Then slowly began to chew.

"......huh?"

It was strange. It was definitely a bitter taste, but it wasn't so bad.

No, the more I chewed, the more savory and fragrant the smell was in my mouth.

Yong-yong opened his eyes wide. And he turned his head and looked at Dojun.

"Hey, what's this? Master?'

"Long-year snow three. How's that, doesn't it?”

Dojun grinned.

Wow, there's ginseng like this.

Besides, I felt like my mind was clearing.

It was a little bit, but it seemed like the mana was increasing.

Yong-yong looked into the pot.

"Is there any more?"

"I have a new one."

Dojun took some of the late snow ginseng roots out of it, shook off the soil, washed them in running water, and put them on a plate. Yong-yong put a root of snow ginseng in his mouth and chewed it.

"That's amazing.

"Should I put this in and make some kimchi later in the winter?"

Yong-yong nodded strongly and ate chicken meat with kkakdugi.

The star held a chicken leg in his hand, then dabbed it in the salt, filling his mouth and chewing.

Although it was his first time trying chicken soup, Dojun laughed inwardly because he seemed to eat it well.

A clear, airy Gonryunsan.

The cadets of the school were sitting in a valley. It has been neglected since the last snowflake collection class. This was already happening. If it were any other major players or marzons, it would have been a tough one by now....... is it really okay to waste time like this? I'm sighing.

growl rumbling

"... ...I'm hungry."

It was almost time to eat, but I couldn't leave the table.

top-down principle If Yeo-pyeong had told them to wait, they had to wait this long.

It was then.

"Oh? It's not Lord Cheonbi...…?”

An old man who flies across the air by the trick of the Nunggongheodo.

"But what are you holding in your hand?”

He comes with his hands full of stuff.

Before long, Yeo-pyeong landed in front of the cadets. Then I carefully laid down the boxes I was holding in my hand and piled them up.

Whispering.

The cadets chattered.

It smells delicious.

I think we're going to eat.

"Get in line one by one. From now on, I will hand out the 'subjects'."

A private supply?

"Laughing. One chicken per person. Have you seen these lucky guys?"

The cadets tilted their heads and stood in line for now.

Then, they received the 'Chicken Box' handed out by Yeo-pyeong one by one and returned to their original place.

After confirming that he had given out all the chicken to the cadets, Yeo-pyung took his share.

***

The Sagun Damjungho was touring the terrain of Mount Gonryun for his next class.

"Huh?"

by the time of passing the valley

I could find Yeo-pyeong and cadets.

The appearance of eating together.

'These guys!'

How dare you double-deal with the Great Queen!

Dam Joong-ho was going to give him a hard time.

A sudden stop was made-up.

Wow, this is so delicious! My lord!

Bugger! The legs are the best.

"......."

It was a friendly figure not found in the Catholic Church.

In the world of weak and strong, that's...….

'...no, there was a time like that.’

Dam Joong-ho recalled his time as a cadet of the Black Death School with the Wei Zhonggi period.

Close your eyes gently and reminisce about the Heavenly Horse religion of the past and heyday.

No wonder there was such a warm and warm feeling.

'I remember that time.’

Dam Joong-ho briefly reminisced about his long past.

Then he laughed and went back to Jegal-gil.