Cerebrospinal canal
I went out after buying regular clothes at Song's Focus Shop. I had a plan in my head to stop the Sulfuric Acid from going too far, and it was an experience-based action rather than a special ruse. I first went downtown and bought my own Yahya Happiness.
'Now let's start moving.'
I decided to go to a shabby building first and test it out from within. First of all, we can't do anything unless the Internal Affairs support us. Luckily, there were many abandoned places in the city, and I slowly raised my hand while smelling food waste in one of the dogs.
Cudduk
"Oh... it works."
My fingers were completely embedded in the stone wall. Three fingers pierced through the stone wall, as though they were piercing through the head. Normal humans couldn't do it, but I just delivered Qi along the blood vessels to my fingers and transformed it. My hands turned into a machinable weapon.
And I thought, maybe the internal air I got was much higher than the original thousand year old snowflake. It is because the harmony of Tai Chi was achieved by fusing the internal air of the Black and White Sovereign Union in the Thousand Year Lunar New Year, so there is a much greater chance of gaining energy from the Three Thousand Year Snow.
I slowly moved my finger and began writing on the stone wall. I was able to move my finger and write okay, but I was able to move it down to about three inches deep.
Unfortunately, all I have left to do is read the letters or beginner's documents that are necessary for my life. It was not that I didn't know the letters, but I couldn't say anything to an ordinary student. Even so, I could write a simple sentence, so I wrote it with confidence.
[The Sulfur Clan is ganging up on the adopted people]
It is not a metaphor or a metaphor. It is an exposition of the truth. It was an embarrassingly honest sentence, but I was satisfied to see it written properly. And at the end of the exercise, I decided to try to use tension (25484; ) this time to cover my tracks.
At the Blue Dragon Palace, the shaman taught spearheading cerebral cortex cerebral cortex cerebral biopsy as a specialty. However, there were inevitably times when weapons were out of hand in fierce combat, and the criminals of the Qin Xu petition also gave me a recommendation.
It is called the Brain Canal.
Jinso said that he was a shaman who supported Lee's reputation during the Chinese New Year as his master and master of the Blue Dragon Circuit. Of course, there was no doubt that the cerebral cortex was the most powerful shaman. However, Lee Gwang-hwang practiced all of his spear, sword, and power at the level of the Moon, making him the number one master in the palace.
Originally, the achievement of my brainstorming was only Samsung. It is because it is difficult for me to practice the recommendation and I did not have the talent to specialize in cerebral embolism or cerebral biopsy. At most, I could memorize all the herbs and apply them properly, so I did not use them well.
Suzus -
"Hmmm…!!"
I gathered the heavy energy into my mind ("Heart") according to the phrase of the brain canal. I was surprised to see the lightning rushing out of my hand and scattering around my arm. No matter how focused I used to be, I was greatly surprised that this never happened.
"Is it the energy of the Thousand Year Old Snow? '
Kuang!
Larynx...
"......"
After a few moments, I hit the brainstorm against a stone wall and became dazed when I saw a hole through the stone wall that a child could pass. My skill was originally at the level that I could inflict a valid blow on people or inflict internal injuries, but this is a power that varies in dimensions. If I used this on people, my torso would be completely shattered and turned into blood.
I was stunned to see the dust scatter, and I quickly regained my senses.
'Oops! We better get going.'
People will come for the sound if we do nothing. I hurriedly slipped through the darkness into the alley. Fortunately, there were no witnesses, so I almost had an argument with the guards.
'Anyway, the plan should be good enough. Then let's start at dawn tomorrow.'
I went to bed early that night. In the meantime, I searched the mountains and rivers for snowflakes for a thousand years. I even took hot water and gave the guest owner expensive money to take a bath. I had very little money left, so I put in my own luxury.
I saw my dead mother in my dream.
I felt good because my mother was smiling.
The next morning, I got up just before sunrise and snuck out of town in my nighttime bliss. And he began to move carefully towards the luxurious houses or buildings he had seen during the day.
There's only one thing to do.
It's just digging with your finger into the building's stone wall.
[The Sulfur Clan is ganging up on the adopted people]
Posterior Head Thief
The smell of stone dust and asbestos rose from my fingertips. No matter how strong the internal air became, I couldn't help but feel a little sore fingers. When I wrote about 20 letters, I had to take a break because of the pain of my fingers.
But my goal today is to write this letter on at least 50 stone walls. I write about a dozen letters at a time in every building, and the places I walk around now are usually populated and often run by administrators. If I put 50 letters in there, people won't notice.
'Yikes, it's the guards.'
I hid in an alley so hot I could see the three guards coming out on patrol in groups. Fortunately, they didn't find my maneuver because they were patrolling at dawn.
'Hmm... I still want to write ten more times.'
We can ambush the guards now and put a little blood on them to sleep. This will buy us some more time.
'No, thank you. Let's stop here.'
But today I decided to just let it go and hide in the dark. It's better to end up in the right line than leave a lot of my traces behind.
"Ugh!"
"What the hell?!"
"King Il! Hurry and report to Wizard!"
"Yep..."
A few moments later, you hear the guards screaming, discovering the letters on the stone wall.
And when the day came, I lay on the bed of the guest, pretending not to know anything. I've rented a room for three days anyway, so I don't need any trouble from my host. I sat there, relaxed and air-trained for the morning.
Woowoo -
I only went around the mainland once or twice, and I could feel the majestic interior air rushing through my body like an explosion. The trembling energy pierced the rapid pulse as it passed through the blood vein. Every time I made a big drink without joking, I felt so energetic that I had a layer of internal space piled up.
It's been through the veins ever since the portico was breached.
It was a really great thing. Penetrating the sinus into the air was an essential process to become stronger, but it was very difficult to move the airway and the blood. If the internal air potential did not become dizzy, ordinary unauthorized people would spend their entire lives piercing only the main carotid artery.
The blood vessels pierce to speed up the delivery of Jingi. It also enhances your defensive strength much more when you harden your body with the air.
To do more than that, you have to go through the vivarium like I do, and it has to turn into a gushing water. But I've only heard rumors of this. I never thought I'd actually get there. As I continued my internal air training, I was sure that my shaman would gradually settle down in the hypostatic glass.
After this morning's training, the guest owner trembles.
"Oh my… this is bad, sir. Don't just walk out of the room today."
"What's going on?"
"Some madman is wandering around in such a frenzy... Don't let them lock you out, you'll end up in jail for nothing." I'll take care of Bob. "
"A riot?"
I pretended I didn't know what I was doing. Then the owner made sure that there was no one around and said carefully.
"Someone wrote that accused the sulfuric acid... Well, it was written on a stone wall!"
"Huh... Isn't that a master?"
Oh, it's embarrassing. However, as I was pretending to be nothing, the guest owner did not suspect me at all.
"Such masters are rare... but people like them."
"Why do you like him?"
"Because it's true..."
The innkeeper who was awkward said.
"Please go inside!"
"I see."
The guest owner made the meal as he said and deliberately brought it to my room. I thought while eating raw eggs, steamed rice, and chicken in the room.
'The innkeeper is not thinking of claiming the bounty. You seem to think you don't want to get caught up in the troubles.'
It didn't seem reasonable, but given the size of the guest, it was a reasonably possible way of thinking. Maybe the hostess suspects I'm the culprit. But whether I'm the culprit or not, I hate getting caught up in the case. It is because there is no guarantee that you will receive a reward, and once the guards investigate and sweep through, they will not be able to trade.
In a sense, it also meant that the local officials were not very good at believing. It's being cultivated because it doesn't care about the people or merchants.
I felt lucky in my own way. If the guest owner wanted to get a bounty first because he was suspicious, he would have been quite annoyed by now. And I don't know if it's the right idea, but outside the innkeeper and the guards said something, and then the guards left. Most likely the owner of the innkeeper blurred [I didn't see anyone suspicious].
I didn't feel the need to move anymore. Instead, I sat quietly in the guest glass and thought about what to do next.
'This will definitely work. The Sulfur Clan will have no choice but to wait.'
How to fight anonymously on a stone wall in the middle of nowhere.
This isn't the first time I've thought about it.
In my decades of memory, the most intense fortune tellers are the ones that remain.
In the past, a group of junior shopkeepers in the Old File Room used to walk a lot of money to their neighbors and talk too much. It was so violent that the disciples even happened to rape the woman and kill civilians, but it was still buried.
Then one day, there was a room in the village of the fortune-tellers simultaneously. Specifically, an anonymous person wrote down a large number of rooms and placed them on the street. That content is like what I do now [The Safa that plunders the property of the fortune of the fortune of the fortune-tellers].].
The contents went into the ears of Unmanju, the emperor's brother, and Unmanju called for an imperial decree to confirm the fact. The divination denounced it as no, but eventually it was discovered and immediately the door was disbanded.
The leader of the divination committed suicide, and the elders roamed around without overcoming shame. I remember that one of the old files was air-degraded during the day, so I woke up at the southernmost part of the Middle School and it was a talk for years.
At the same time, it was also a reorganization of the relationship between the coffin and Mulan. During this time, there was a principle that coffins and forests were inevitable, and they were kept by constant law, and it was revealed that the coffins could press against them at any time.
Of course, the way I do it is quite different from when it was a fortune teller.
At the time of the fortune teller, dozens of villages were roomed simultaneously, but I was just working in the middle of the busiest town in the sulfuric acid. And I don't write my own room, I just carve it into a stone wall with my fingers.
Nevertheless, it is meaningful to be exposed to the eyes of the officials, and to the public without compromising. At the same time, the officials become indifferent to the fact that they took bribes from the sulfuric acid faction.
[Sulfuric acid should do the trick.]
This pressure cannot be ignored even if it is the Dragon Shin Sword, a sulfuric acid leader who is named as the greatest master in the world.
It was only the third day after I committed treason that I confirmed that my plan had been made.
"Whoa…"
"There you are..."
Suddenly, I heard a low voice, and when I came out, Muslims in Huang's clothing were walking to the group. I soon learned from their clothes and their symbols that they were undocumented sulfuric acid.
At the front of the Sulfuric Acid unmanned ranks, the elite ( ), who appeared to be distinctive, were clearly elders or leaders of the Sulfuric Acid. Since I absorbed the energy of the Thousand Year Old Lunar New Year, I have a stronger sense of the person's ability because the four elites standing in front of me were emitting an immeasurable amount of energy.
That means - all 4 of you are top athletes who can type Qi!
And that person had to be at least an elder or a foreman who was supporting the sulfates.
'I still can't fight them head-on.'
One person of skill is worthy to be admired. It doesn't matter if there are four people standing there in Jeongryong Sang-ju.
I still needed time.
Time to grow to greatness based on a thousand year old snow globe.
I close the window as the guest walks through the procession on the second floor.
And the next day, there were rumors going around.
[Sulfuric Foreman has acknowledged the unspeakable work and offered up the Silver White House for the everlasting prosperity of the region!]
Also, the Sulfuric Moons have decided to cooperate greatly with Guan 'a in order to maintain security!]
Secondly, the base was sorry for the fact, adding that the sulfuric acid leader was an unreasonable medium. Of course, it was all bullshit, and the point was:
A Sulfuric leader was stabbed and came to consult with the Station Commander.
And as a result of the negotiations, we decided to give up the white coffin.
And in order to naturally stick together, I made it easier for the Sulfuric Acid to enter the country as an excuse.
It may be true that you want to help maintain security, but in the meantime, the people will feel more strongly influenced by the sulfates.
'There must be a considerable scribe in the sulfates.' '
Or the sulfuric acid leader has a very good brain.
I looked around at the portfolio of things, and there seemed to be no significant damage to the sulfates. Giving away the hundred coffins only gave back the money taken from the villagers, and in return, it was used as a way to enter the sulfate tribe. In addition, he would have paid additional bribes to the branch members of Guan 'a, so the bond is strengthened.
It was absurd, but I had no choice but to do it roughly because it was the way the world works. However, thanks to my actions, the Sulfuric Acid Clan won't be able to ask the people for payment without any notice for the time being. I thought that I had done everything I had to do because I thought the people would be okay with it.
But I left the guestroom that day and turned my back on the path to falling sheep.
'Those sulfuric acid bastards are useless too. You were photographed by me.'
The day I interpret the Thousand Arms Secretary and get my life into orbit, the Sulfuric Acid will face a huge trajectory like never before.