Top of Gold
The Bavarian Church!
What's that supposed to mean?
Pyongyang is a religion that continues from Nam-Song. Actually, I was ignorant and uninterested, so you didn't know.
Other than that, it seemed that there were such poor circumstances, but I was most concerned about the position in the Libyan Moors ( ). As a religion, it was almost a lost Libyan religion, but it was different in the Moorish.
Contemporary Moorish Candidate!
The Libyan Church was currently classified as in Moorish. To be more precise, it is difficult to classify good and evil because they are hardly involved in the work of the Moorish and are even careless. Nevertheless, the fact that the Chinese martial arts officer was powerful was widespread in the river.
He tried to suppress the Libyan church from the time of the Red Measles, but there were some hypotheses that he noticed because he was too frightened to be a Christian bishop or a teacher. Unlike the Old File Room or the Great Sage, which appeared to be the strongest of the cancers, unlike the Madopal Moon, it was the Libyan Church.
'Dammit... what the hell are you misunderstanding?'
After thinking about it, I realized what Lee Gwang-hwang meant on the third day of the Red Dragon Feast.
"Is it reasonable for a White Martian to be a master at such a young age as myself? '
The third feast was the most rational reasoning within his knowledge. I could see it in his words.
"We are unacceptable to the Soviets."
I replied in a hurry.
"I'm not a rabbi."
He did not change his face. It's not the expression of the cold. It's just an indifferent look on your face. It was strange, but I felt like I was being sucked out of my eyes the moment I met them.
"No one can achieve supernatural strength at that age unless he has taken the Crucifixion of the Sovereign Church."
"A spasm? What is it?"
"You're being ridiculous."
Shhh.
Lee Kwang Lee grabbed his spear next to the table. At that moment, I felt like my whole body was sending a fierce distress signal, a straight line from the crown to the hilt, and the range became tingling. I quickly endured the screaming, as if it were a sharp split. I took three steps back.
Tada
However, Lee Gwang-do still held the spear and did not move. I swallowed a saliva with sweat on my forehead.
W-what the hell was that? Qi Qi? But to live...
It seemed too real!
I just thought my whole body was cut.
It's just that when I wake up, I think I'm doing it because I'm alive.
There was a crowd to judge in the realm of life.
Then Jeong-gwang Lee stroked his mangled beard and said,
"I don't think you're just a tight-knit preacher. To know exactly the extent of an intangible Qi."
"Unstoppable...?"
"Beyond the process of understanding your weapon, you realize the mind of your weapon, and then you move on with your mind as one. If you do this, you can have an intangible machine."
I explained it kindly, but my teeth were trembling because of the eerie ignorance and the cold Qi that had seeped into the inside of the speech. I'm not even sure if I want to live, but I have a hunch that my body will dissolve into the air as soon as I swing that window.
"I don't understand that hardship... It's fundamentally different from black and black!" '
At this rate, you will die.
Jeong-gwang Lee judges me completely as a Baptist.
Not only that, he didn't seem to feel guilty enough to slaughter a child.
I gripped my teeth and shouted.
"Wait! I'm not really a Libyan. You can prove it!!"
"Proof... how do you intend to prove it?"
"That's..."
I was speechless for a moment.
What can I do to convince Yi Kwang of the Third Day?
If he opens a cerebral proclamation, a cerebral proclamation, or a cerebral projection, he will think that the Feast of Weeks has leaked out. When I encountered the realistic barrier I had been thinking about constantly, my back was creepy.
However, I came to the Blue Dragon Palace because I thought I would take this risk.
Even if I die here, I have no choice but to be brave!
"... and you can see it in my no-disclosures."
I don't know anymore. Convince me what I can.
"No demonstration..."
"It's small here, so I'll show you outside."
Without waiting for his answer, I opened the door of the Wayrong Temple and jumped into the vast training ground in front of the Wayrong Temple. This is a place where criminals and trinity students regularly plot to show their achievements to Lee, Kwang Lee on the third day.
Wheelic
Then he took out a spear from the training ground and stood in the center. Lee Gwang Lee stood at the door of the Dragon Temple and watched me as if it were interesting.
'Take a good look.'
I focused my mind. And I slowly remembered the time when I was eliminating flaws under the guidance of the Hyundai people, but I began to spread my phantom ritual by focusing on one movement. My organs are swordsmanship, but the ultimate invention of cerebral cortex has always been the object of admiration.
Shh-shh-shh!
Eight herbicides were cast as quickly as if they were beads, from the cerebral cortex to the stage of the cerebral cortex. I watched Lee Gwang-woo for three days while holding a ceremonial ceremony, but he still hasn't changed a bit.
So I went through the spear again, and this time I pulled out my sword and began to spread the encephalogram at a faster rate. It was my organ, so I was able to move more confidently. By the time the encephalogram was halfway opened, I could feel the expression of Lee Kwang Lee on three occasions changed marginally.
Cough
Finally, the brainstem (Qi) vibrated on the training ground as it connected to the encephalopathy. My movements have ended the rotation and captured the final cardinal equation.
A demonstration of everything I have!
"......"
There was silence and silence. There was only me and Lee Kwang for three days in this space. Lee was thinking about something with his arms crossed, and he suddenly seemed to be gaping. However, because it was intangible, I could not even move or escape.
It wasn't until about a day after the third day that I opened my mouth.
"Who are you?"
It was not as polite as before. Rather, it was an aggressive voice that contained considerable anger and grief. The reaction I expected was that a normal person would come at me like a madman after a while and my face would turn pale. However, if it were Lee Gwang-woo from the third feast, he might die here.
I said calmly.
"As you can see, at least I'm not a Libyan."
"I guess you're right. You can't achieve the Holy Spirit if you eat it."
He seemed to calm his feelings in silence, speaking as if to chew it out for some reason. Then he turned around and suddenly sent me a message.
[If you are confident that you will not tell a lie, follow me.]
It was not just meant to be blasphemous, it was more than just a burden. I nodded slightly and followed Lee Kwang Lee for a long day inside the building. I could tell one thing by following him about a mile away.
The Chinese New Year is something different.
He was essentially different from the top heroes I'd ever seen.
Of course, it was a shame that I didn't know what it was at my current level.
Hiccup...
I headed to a different place than the room I saw earlier. When Lee opened the door, there was a thin, dark room. Lee told me to sit in the chair after putting some firecrackers in the furnace as if it hadn't been that long.
"Sit there."
I sat down to clear my hesitation, wondering if this was his ruse for a moment.
'The levels are too different.'
The gap between Lee and I, which I had just confirmed as an intangible, was more than I thought. I don't know, but when I struggle with the Elder of Iron Blood, I feel more like heaven and earth. Fighting Yi Kwang with all his heart will never survive, so the plot seemed meaningless. As a servant, I did not think that Lee Kwang would write a small plot.
Tadahak...
The flame burns and the room begins to warm slowly. Lee, sitting in the chair opposite him, bent his chin and looked at me and said,
"Tell me more. Where did you acquire your cerebral cortex?"
What? I'm sorry.
I was troubled when a sudden noun appeared. Obviously, Lee Kwang said he had learned to steal the irrelevant secret, so he thought he would get angry. However, the name [Brain Necromance] came up for the first time in his life.
'Isn't this the creator of Jeongwang Lee? Separated from a separate wave called the neonatal brain!'
In other words, Lee Gwang-do from the third feast may refer to his work as a brain aneurysm. I thought about it and said.
"The man who handed me this shaman is dead. He told us to go to Lee Gwang-gu on the third day before he died."
"Dead? Why?"
"You have the disease."
I gambled. It's too risky to believe the Chinese New Year and tell the truth about the previous life of a paramedic. Not only is the story of the resurrection so futile even if I die, but no Muslim will preach the New Testament to a creature like me. I wanted to brag to him even if I could lie here and die.
"What's his name?"
It worked!
Indeed, the shamanism of the third verse was derived from a single wave called the brain nephrine, not the intact craftsman. I was happy to run, but I said it casually.
"You didn't teach me to the end."
"... Maybe."
Lee Gwang-hwang, who was bitterly mumbling, said.
"Then how did you accomplish your internal affairs?"
"I was able to take three thousand years of snowflakes in sulfuric acid while wandering the world after my teacher died."
"Stretch out your wrist."
Süh
Lee Gwang-hwang took hold of my wrist and went into veins. Then I closed my eyes like I was detecting a turbulent inner aerial temperament that was buzzing inside of me, and then I took it off after a while. A moment later, he said.
"You're right. There's an extremely cold phoneme going around. But I'm working with the energy of the polar ocean. What's this?"
"Actually, there was another elixir next to it, and we took it together and we survived."
"Is that what happened?"
I sat still like a mogul for three days. And then he said,
"Your teacher must have been one of the conquistadors of the encephalocele. But unfortunately, he died of a cholera attack without achieving the Holy Spirit."
"......"
"Then you and I are the Alumni. If you are willing to serve me as a teacher again, perform the Old Testament for me here."
Salute!
I listened to Lee Gwang-hwang for three days and blew it. At first glance, it seemed like a common ritual to accept the disciples of the East, but not at all. The Minister of Blue Dragon did not force any disciples to give a plea bargain. Even the criminals did not circumcise the Old Testament of Yi Kwang in A.D. 3. However, I have heard that only Jinseo has formally given an example of relief.
That is, the Old Testament is not simply meaningful. Unlike the other disciples who accepted it for their money, it means that they will choose to be a true transferrer to deliver their New Testament. Only Jinzo could think of the reason for carrying out the Old Testament.
Of course, I was unhesitant about the Old Testament. At the end of the nine verses, Lee Gwang said.
"Arise. I am your teacher now, and I will deliver your brain aneurysm."
"Yes."
He didn't seem suspicious of me. However, it was the Qin Dynasty that was handed over the Feast of Tabernacles to Lee as his own son, and the Qin Dynasty taught me for three years like the practice of the closed tube. If there is a separate wave of brain nephrine, he can never doubt me.
"Hung Woong. You've already heard of it from four teachers, but the brain nephrine is a multi-person winner and a minister of Kyungchun Kyungcheon. You are more likely to attend the cerebral cortex, so try your best to be diligent."
"I understand."
The all-in-one and the all-in-one? It was the first time I'd heard it, but I couldn't ask what it was. It is natural for a master to pass on the history of the Gateway even if he doesn't do the work, and it may be suspicious that he doesn't know that.
But soon I fixed my mind and gambled again.
"You know... I was so dull I don't remember the history of the Yupa. We hope you'll let us know again."
"Hmmm... I'm a little old for that."
No matter how skilled I may seem, I am a child in my early teens. If you pass it around like you don't remember it well because you are a child, it will only work. When he said that he wanted to know the history of the advisory group, instead of digging from the ground up, Lee Kwang Lee was willing to tell.
"How much did you hear about the white religion?"
"The teacher didn't mention the Libyan church that much. Actually, it's my first time hearing about it today."
"Yeah? Maybe he didn't care about the vendetta against the Libyan Church."
"Grudge?"
After that, I almost took a deep breath.
"Yes, it was a rabbi's advocate and a martyr, but it was our brain nephrine that purged and came out of the middle palace half a century ago. We may be weak everywhere to avoid the attention of Kangho, but our roots are in the Baekhwa Bridge."
"......!!"
"Of course, I also heard from my teachers. I have no direct grudge against them. However, it is important to remember the history that they ate and betrayed the human brain."
Encephalocele!
It was a martial arts tribe that won the Libyan martial arts masters.
And as the fighting broke out within the Liberty Church, they were forcibly thrown out into the Middle East, and it seemed as if the winners had made a choice to spread their horns everywhere, not create a new gateway for their survival. I asked for surprises.
"If you want revenge, don't you think it would be better if the encephaloceles coalesced to form a large portal wave?"
"I've heard that the power of the Soviet Church is unimaginable. Instead of bartering with eggs, it was the forefathers' idea to silently conceal themselves in the river while nurturing the martial arts."
Then, the Shaman of Wudang also mentioned the Sovereign Church. When I admired the inner airspace I was working on, I said only the Vailian monks could defeat me as an inner aircraft. My inner air, which I ate many times during the Thousand Year Old Lunar New Year, was embedded in the processing area, but if I could compare it, I could guess what it would be like to be a shaman.
"How strong is the monk?"
"The Sovereign Church has not descended from absolute (32118; v. free) since 200 years ago. Despite being passed on through the generations, all of those bishops always dominated the top elite of the Middle Eastern sect. In fact, it's okay to assume that the Chinese are the worst of all."
"Huff..."
You mean that much? The Hungarians didn't just haul the Bavarian monks around!
Lee Kwang Lee said with a distinctive ignorant expression.
"I tend to ponder the grudges of my predecessors. If you were sure you were a Soviet, I would have cut you down right there."
"What do you mean, I've mastered the spirit?"
"By the time the brain dragon weatherman reaches its polarity, it will be able to resist all illnesses, increase its lifespan, and its ability to replenish the entire body. This landscape is called the Spirit, and by eating a thousand years old snowflake, you have reached the Spirit."
"Ah…"
A phenomenon in which the brain continues to be crushed and released after mastering the brain dragon weather. Which means it was a phantom.
"I was able to believe you, because those who ate the Crucible of the Liberian Church could gain the inner workings of the process, but it was impossible to achieve the spirits of the brain dragon diary."
It seemed to be the elixir supplied by the Soviet Church. While I was trying to remember new knowledge, Lee Kwang Lee made a strange face.
"But there's another stream of brain dragon weather in your body. What's that?"
I fooled myself into situations like this. I answered honestly.
"This is the Heavenly Triumph." "
You mean Shin Seung, one of the Wudang Emperors? "
"Yes. It was just a do-gooder's law, but I was able to connect with the Shaman's origins during my travels."
I don't lie.
"Hmm... You mean to tell me you could have been a disciple of the Wudang if you had been a martyr?"
"Yes. It was the teacher's maintenance."
Lee Gwang was somewhat proud. However, no matter how big and exciting the Minister of Blue Dragon may be, he is nothing compared to the most holy pagan among the Old Testament Chambers. It felt good to give up being a disciple of the Wudang Elder and say that I came to myself.
"Fine. From this day forward, you will be my direct disciple, and I will sentence you to death. Given your skills, you will first give me a role as a criminal, and for the time being, learn from me one-on-one."
"I understand."
I felt so good when the story went so well.
Somehow I came to be an Immediate disciple of Yi Kwang's Second Day!
'... well, if it wasn't for revenge on the second death.'
At that time, I did something worthless and wasted my time learning deep enough about the Blue Dragon Sector. I had no choice but to regret my actions when I came back to the Blue Dragon Circle after all I had suffered.
When the story was concluded, Lee Kwang Lee told a lot of stories about the Libyan church and the brain nephrine. In the meantime, I was able to gain considerable knowledge about the Libyan Church.
The Chinese were originally the first to establish the Great Diplomat ( ), and Red Meat System had also joined such a Great Diploma. However, after establishing the empire, Red Mease changed its attitude like a palm and began to suppress the Libyan Church in secret. I did not go out and kill the Soviets directly, but every time I tried to expand my teaching, I made every excuse to lock them up or chase them away.
In the end, the Christians had to form a secret society and were driven to the south of the continent. It was because the Southern region, where the vast majority of minorities roamed, was not easily affected by the Imperial influence. Rumor has it the Soviet Union absorbed the descendants of true friends who were opponents of the Red Flame.
Lee Kwang said.
"Sawyer said he was going to meet a friend."
I almost had a laugh. This solemn and cold-hearted Xingwang Lee calls the culprit sincerely by name! Unlike the rest of the disciples, it meant that they were close to their priests. Although Lee Kwang Lee probably abandoned all the other disciples, he seemed to take as much as the Jinsin Church.
"I'd like to see the execution myself."
"Is that so?"
I was thinking about it for a while, Lee Kwang said.
"Then bring him to me. He's probably with the Swordfish by now."
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry to take up my personal time, but it's more important to confront the new priests of the brain kidneys."
Although Lee Kwang Lee understood it in a different way, I was not surprised.
He's with the Great Sword Dragon!
It meant that the friend of the shooter in Jinzo Chung was Nam Gong-hwan, the Swordsman.
By the way, he also said that he brought his fiancée to the audience to meet someone. Is that what he meant?
Anyway, this was an opportunity to meet the Great Sagittarius face-to-face. I sparkled.
"Yes, I will surely bring him to death."
"By now they will be in Joga (26362; the family) among the crowd."
The crowd was referred to collectively as the six most influential shops, Yega and Vietnamese families. Among them, Joe was a merchant who operated the battlefield with great funding.
"It's not a guestroom or a scrub?"
"I don't know. It was there that Sojong revealed. Go and get it."
"Yes."
Shhh!
I stepped out of the Blue Dragon Palace and ran as if flying into the sky. I guess Lee Gwang-do from Day 3 must have guessed my skills, so I was told to call Jinseo. I thought about it as I flew over the roof.
'Good, good.'
While you're at it, you'll be able to see Changcheon gum dragon Nam Gong-hwan and his fiancée, Yong-yeon! Today I thought it was a lucky day, so I smiled. At this point, I thought this errand was simple.