Amcheon Township
It wasn't long before me and Miho came to the audience. Since the distance from Hanam to the audience was not very far, he was able to arrive in five days even though he did not use a percussion technique. When Miho entered the audience, he grabbed the most expensive glass and tried to eat the most expensive food in the audience.
"What is the tastiest restaurant in the gallery?"
"......"
"Hmmm? You don't want to buy the Mainlander a meal?"
"Can we eat later? I have a headache because I'm thinking about meeting Lee Gwang right now."
Miho wags his tail gently and says on the bed.
She said, "You don't understand. Isn't it weird to die all the time anyway? If she saw money, she would eat the most delicious food every time she went around."
"What if I don't have the money when I need it? I'm going to die again and save money to come here."
"... salty rock."
I thought Miho was grumbling and couldn't help but stare at me. So I converted the money to the Grand Maestro and gave the rest to Miho. Miho glanced at my money and laughed.
"I'm kidding. Do you take it seriously again? If you are a Maiden, you can deceive people as much as you want with your magic tricks."
I sighed.
"Forget it, just spend this money. If they find out it's an aneurysm, they're gonna be in trouble again."
"Are you really giving it to me?"
"Yes."
"Hmmm, thank you very much."
Miho seemed excited to take the money. It seemed to be full of thoughts to excite the Jongsee family, the most famous culinary family in the crowd.
"You can have all the madness you want."
"I didn't mean it like that."
"Woohoo, I don't want to face Lee Gwang-ho either. The great masters are annoyed because their natural attraction doesn't work."
"......"
"I'll see you later then."
Shreek!
Miho disappeared with a transfer. I was probably going to play it my way and show up when I needed it. I felt the storm pass and lay down on my bed. I decided to look up at the ceiling for a while.
'Yes, would you rather die?'
Even if you die here, you get plenty. You can actively utilize it in your next life, and then find other ways than to commit to Yi Kwang. Now it was important to put my mental distress aside.
I got up after a while and headed for the Blue Dragon Cabinet.
In front of the Blue Dragon Cabinet, there is a brother of Bangil. In my view, I was glad to see these faces for over a decade. Of course, the first time you saw me said,
"Who are you?"
"I'm here to do an errand for the letter."
"A letter? To whom?"
"I will give this letter urgently to Lee Gwang-nim, the Choongryong Choongju. Please guide me."
The room reached out to me with a smile.
"Where is he..."
Percussion
I dodged a brainstorm and hit the back of my neck with my hand. The veil seems to have fainted with the suppression herb, which is connected almost in one motion. As the room slumped forward, I pulled out my tongue.
"It's a fresh reaction."
The other gatekeeper, who was watching next to him, grumbled and tried to run into the Blue Dragon Cabinet. You sound like you're about to alert the intruder, so I quickly approached him and suppressed his bloodstream before he could scream.
Tutu
"......!!"
He stops in his place and is unable to move, being overwhelmed by blood and anesthesia. I said with a needle in my chest.
"You should be able to move behind the half-caliber. Don't worry, everything will be fine."
I didn't want it to get noisy for no reason, so I felt like I had to go in and say it myself. I climbed up onto the roof of the building to move quickly to the encephalogram, and soon I was able to sit down in front of the War of the Worlds.
I swallowed my saliva while looking at the War of Waggons building in front of it. All I can think about is the annoying existence behind this door. I took a deep breath for a moment and said loudly.
"I am White Tiger. I came a long way to do an errand."
I haven't heard an answer in a while.
Then a familiar voice came from the silence.
"Come in."
Bloop.
I opened the door and went in. As I walked into the faint darkness of the Wayrong War with a tense aura, a familiar sight appeared. The old man sitting at the table was quietly following the tea cup. Unlike the days of the Black Horse Seo Moon Dragon, I didn't feel a great figure or defeat, but I knew that the old man was one of the most fearsome men in the world.
Lee Gwang looked at me for a moment and said:
"An errand... Who sent you?"
"General Jang Kyung Ik sent this letter to Lee Kwang."
"Give it to me."
I approached him and politely handed him the letter. I never opened the letter in the middle to avoid buying suspicion. It was unnecessary to do so because he knew everything by brainwashing Zhang Kyung Ik, the party who sent the letter.
"......"
I also read Yi Kwang, who had been reading the contents of the letter for a while, was also attached to it. I was silent until he finished reading the letter. After a long time, Lee said.
"I said a hundred. Does your studio look like a brain aneurysm?"
I was surprised. Up until now, I have personally declared and proved that it is a burnt brain nephropathy, because this time I realized it just by looking at it. I nodded, knelt down on one knee, and took an example of cerebral nephrine against the adults of my master.
"Yes, how did you know?"
"The brain projections are getting pretty far."
I was delighted to say that. In the second verse, the horrible Lee Kyung-gwang praises me. However, I felt heavy again because I had suffered from Lee Kwang because of this joy. Lee Gwang asked me to get up and correct my posture, and Lee said.
"You don't have to be so nervous. If you're a pupil of another brain, then you're a pupil to me. I have no reason to harm you."
"I understand."
"Where is your master doing what?"
"He's gone. The scaffolding has worsened..."
"You mean you haven't achieved the spirit? Master enough to teach you?"
I sighed.
"The reason I got this inner air was because I accidentally wandered around the world afterwards. It's pathetic."
"What kind of performance?"
"I took a thousand years old snowflake."
"A thousand years old…!! Of course, that's enough elixir to do it."
It was Lee Kwang, who pouted and convinced him. Whereas seeing him, I was overwhelmed by complex emotions. The light in front of me was so different from the one who hated me like death and tortured me at that time.
The genius and lifelong master, who was indifferent to everything and cared nothing but his own work, stood in front of his eyes. He also seemed to have only the necessary level of interest, rather than hating me. In fact, I thought to myself, this was the original shape of Lee Gwang.
"Excellent. You're right... the light was unique back then. '
It wasn't resolved yet, but it seemed reasonably reasonable. Lee said as I calmed down my emotions.
"You seem to have mastered cerebral aneurysm to a considerable degree, but how did you end up on Jang Kyung Rik's errand?"
Here, I decided not to lie too much and confess. As long as Lee Kwang is likely to go and check on Jang Kyung Ik in person later, there was a worthless lie on his ankle.
"As I was traveling around the world, I decided to take into account my relationship with the Fahrenheit Sega to meet the Shinmyung Hwangseong owner. During that time, I made contact with General Jang Kyung Ik, and I told him to do an errand while I was talking to him. That's why I went to think about it and got a letter of recommendation and came to the Blue Dragon Cabinet."
"The Photography Signature? Congressman of the underworld. I heard you got sidetracked by the Vailian Church..."
"Yes, my teacher was close to the owner of the signature household, so I decided to meet him."
"I see."
Lee was convincing because my story was detailed and clear. There was no doubt about it because there was nothing clumsy about it. Lee, who thought for a moment, said.
"Where are you going now?"
I realized this was an important subject. So, again, I said to Lee Kwang, with examples of the cerebral kidneys.
"If Lee Kwang is the master of cerebral kidneys, I want to learn from below."
"I thought you might say that."
Then Lee Gwang slowly spoke.
"Before I do that, I'd like to take a look at your azimuth."
"May I use the Arena?"
"Make the most of it."
Wooooo
I have run to the arena, as I have done several times so far, to demonstrate all the cerebral neonatal work I know. Of course, the lightning bolt sealed as if they didn't know everything. Lee Kwang who was watching until then said, after the demonstration was only done with cerebral cortex, encephalogram, and encephalogram.
"What an accomplishment at that age. There is no shortage of licenses."
"Thank you."
"But why don't you use a lightning rod and a double-edged sword?"
Lee was asserting and saying that Lee is' unused. 'I pretended not to know it, but I could see the color in Lee's eyes. I pinched myself and surrounded myself.
"I learned my lesson, but I didn't think my material was weak enough to show you."
"But open it up."
"Yes."
I slowly, but with all my might, began to open a skyscraper and a skyscraper. When I saw this, I also felt comfortable because I thought I would recognize and be disappointed in my talents.
But something strange happened.
The hollow was spread out in front of my eyes, and I felt strange as if my body was not my body. It was like watching my body's behavior from the outside. It was a different feeling than when she was controlling my body, and I couldn't tell if it was a weapon or not.
Booooo...
I was in a state of unparalleled comfort and fast-paced association with the Ceremony and the Sword, and soon passed over to the Maturity Blade. Surprisingly, when I grabbed the sword, I could barely feel it as it seemed to be an extension of my arm. And I could feel the various ripples that existed in the prevailing swords running from my fingertips all the way to one, without even going against the flow.
flows.
The Preceding Sword plays.
I was opening a new sword. As the body naturally swings the thickness of the world, the quartz rose like a petal, and the herbs that had not been linked until now became linked. In the meantime, I realized that the flow of the Slow Sword was gradually fusing with the Maturity Sword.
The wisdom that had come from decades of practicing swordsmanship, fighting with the enemy, feeling of the slow sword, the basics of swordsmanship taught by the sword, and the endless difficulties of life became one lump. I realized it was time to cross the wall.
The last blade hits the air, and a deep wave resonates.
I tried to concentrate on the profound emotions I just felt, sweating from my whole body. I was just vigorously silent in my nada, forgetting that I was performing a no-show in front of Lee Gwang.
And it wasn't long before I straightened up and lifted my head, and there was a distinctly touching light.
"I can't believe you got the tomb of the Longevity Monk." You saw something precious. "
Wheelic
Without any hesitation, Lee Gwang-woo grabbed a spear from the arena and grabbed it by the technique of empty matter. Then he began to show me his work as well. I wanted to know what was going on, but I didn't have to explain it, so I could understand why Lee was acting like that.
Ultimate of nothing.
In return, Lee Gwang-woo, who was impressed by his pure unmanned presence, wanted to show his realization. I opened my eyes wide and tried to engrave each and every one of Lee's movements into my eyes while reason was close at hand. I had seen something similar when I was being enthusiastically taught by Lee Kwang in the past, but I didn't even understand it at that time.
But now it was different. I could understand why Lee was moving, and I could see what his movements meant. It is a state immediately after realizing the sword, so we can understand the meaning without hindering any talent.
Phew.
A massive stream passes by.
Lee Gwang's spear floated in a strange time, sprinkling misty light. Lee's body seemed to have stopped, but it was moving, but if it was moving, it stopped again. His spear was not emitting self-immolation nor was it quick, but it was united with the user in pursuit of exactly one movement.
This is art.
It was after the movement had already passed where the heart was. Even the herbivores' spear of the forgotten was doing more than just killing an intangible enemy. The unofficial classification of the phantom or lightning barrel does not explain the landscape of Lee Kwang. The blurry cerebral pole (63817; 25119;) was fragmenting the globe at all times.
At the same time, I felt ashamed. How trivial it must have been to insist on learning the spear under such a master!
It was strange, but I felt like I had forgotten the past brackets and suffering I had received from Lee Kwang. Somehow, Lee Kwang at that time seemed to understand why he was so angry, as an unmanned man.
Koo
With the final push, Lee Gwang stabs.
He looked at me and said,
"Another description of the world to my disciples... a genius."
"......"
Is that it?
I was distraught when I saw Lee Gwang trying to convince himself. Because I wanted to fix something wrong.
"That's not true."
"Huh?"
I said decisively.
"I'm not very talented."
It may sound strange.
This young man may have learned the art of cerebral nephrectomy, so he might look like a fool to just drop the wall of supernova and call it incompetent.
Nevertheless, I have no choice but to say. If you do not speak, your soul will die.
Lee Kwang first made a silly face, and then kept his mouth shut to see if there was any straw.
"......"
I said slowly.
"Talent doesn't make any sense at all. That's irresponsible."
Lee, Kwang Lee.
You cheeky human.
How many people do you think would be hurt by that single word?
I don't have to go into the Blue Dragon Circle.
I can't help it if I waste more time.
'I have to say this.'
I no longer thought Lee Kwang was an absolute, perfect human being. He was also a ferocious, miserable, and sometimes mistaken human being. In order for humans to correct each other's mistakes, we had to be brave and speak up first.
If you truly care about your opponent, it should be first that you communicate your thoughts honestly, not deceptively. That was my etiquette for 'master' who had dominated me for half my life.
Lee felt something in my words.
He replied with a solemn face.
"I see."
If I was normal, I would have ridiculed or ignored my words. But now he was having a conversation with me as a nutcase, so he really accepted my words.
I don't know.
With just a few words like that - the suffering I've endured over the years will not be rewarded, but I felt healed. For years, they were taught to be closest to each other, but they closed their minds and now seemed to be a little open.
"Why are you crying?"
Like he said, tears were flowing down my cheeks as if washing off a new sigh. In the writing, all the emotions that can not be admitted are poured out.
"......"
"... No, you're wrong. I'm sorry."
Lee said quietly. Admitting and apologizing for his mistakes was something I hadn't seen in decades. No, it couldn't be, given the ego of Lee Kwang. So I shrugged and wiped my eyes without feeling any more anger.
"I'm fine."
With this, I robbed myself of more than half of my savings.
It took some time, but at the same time as piercing the wall of the supernova - he managed to enter the Blue Dragon Cabinet again.
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