I felt the training process flowing just like before. She challenged me a few times as a master of swordsmanship, and came to the conclusion that she knew my current level of martial arts and status, and needed the skills to consciously handle my intentions.
"Well, then, let the hell training begin."
Of course, if you accept this straight away, you will die for a month, as before. It will consume your health and strength, but you will have no results. I have already seen the results of meaningless training. So I told him in a hurry.
"I'm not very good at this. Why don't you do some left-handed meditation?"
She tilts her head.
"Hm? I'm sure you wrote that down..."
"......"
"If that's what you want. You know your situation better than I do."
And she taught me meditation training, teaching me the sword of the immortal hybrid sword, just like before.
Left-wing meditation was more than just sitting and focused. Unlike the left-notch that ordinary Buddhist disciples do for good (v31146;), the left-hand notation led by the Black Horse was closer to the exercise of unifying the mind and focusing on one point. When you close your eyes, you see nothing but clearly one self in between.
Goooooooo...
As the internal air flowed from my body during the smoke, she said.
"Hide Qi."
"I'm sorry."
As I lowered my strength in a hurry, his explanation continued.
"You're bad at hiding your chi. I heard your internal skills outrank Humans, but this means you lack the skills to control Qi. And it's not easy for someone who can't fully control his or her chi to gain the moral high ground."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Now, focus."
I thought I was penetrating a point in the darkness. Driving focus, reducing reliance on energy, and maximizing his pure passion - that is the essence of left-definition.
'How can we hide chi completely?'
The hardness that completely hides the group is called the hermaphroditism. And the masters who had reached that point were merely favorable or comparable beings. Somehow I thought they would be able to conceal it with dignity, even if they had my level of internal air.
After two more visions, I left a sharper picture and asked her.
"I have a question about the refusal."
"I thought you'd ask me that question. What specifically are you curious about?"
The sword must have pierced my mind. I nodded and sat down, asking with a serious look.
"Is concealing chi also a skill of will?"
"Half right, half wrong."
She looked at me with her hollow eyes and explained.
"The ability to conceal energy itself can be enhanced by will. But I can't say that that technique is the essence of rebellion. It's a completely different story."
"Please explain."
"Hehe, if you want to hear this explanation, many masters will die."
He chuckles and slowly sticks out his index finger. As my gaze focused on his index finger, she said slowly.
"Even in the Moorish, only the most famous master of drama reaches a refusal to hide his chi completely. Then, why do you think this refusal happens?"
"Well..."
"It will be incredibly powerful, so of course it must be overflowing."
"Hard."
I haven't really thought about it As I pondered, she began to explain calmly.
"That's it, [gathering]."
"Gathering?"
"Yes, Qi has reached its extreme point of focus and convergence for maximum efficiency. It's called a disconnect, a fuzzy focal point... and from that focal point, it's adjusting itself so that it can explode."
It's a pretty difficult description. But I thought I knew why, so I got his word.
"It's because you're wasting too much energy on your whole body arrogantly."
Focus rather than disperse.
When she heard me, she laughed.
"That's it. And if it's extremely elevated, you actually have a lot of energy and a lot of stamina. The human body instinctively tries to protect itself from the pressures of that great age. That's why efficiency leads to one giant chi at a time."
"Hmmm..."
Although the carotid artery is not a real blood vessel and has no significant effect on the human body, it seems that it is not either if it is a large internal air to produce reflexes. Overflow is not wrong.
"The best masters use that phenomenon to make it easier to control on their own terms. As a result, Gigi is completely trapped and no one comes out of the outside, and that leads to the rebuke."
I didn't understand, so I asked the sword.
"I can't feel the focus..."
"That's because the internal aircraft you have is so enormous, it lacks control over you. It's not a matter of mind, it's a matter of technology. You can't tame it easily because it's not the internal air you normally train and build."
The black horse who explained that far grazed my shoulder with a wooden sword.
"That is, once you have the will, you have complete control over your own chi and can easily reach the refusal."
"I understand."
I realized that the benefits of obtaining consciousness in many ways are great.
So far, I've used the technique of concealing my inner airspace by using the incantation of the Fahrenheit family, but if I can fully control my inner airspace willingly, I don't need to. If you get on the path of refusal, you can save yourself a lot of hassle.
But as I repeated my meditation training again for two months, I realized a major problem.
"It's so boring..."
No matter how much mental power you concentrate on the left-hand side, there are limits. Humans are animals ( ), so it is even harder to stay still. Sitting at a few o'clock a day, just concentrating, was a terrible struggle. Especially for me, the less I had this training experience, the more I felt exhausted.
The Black Horse spoke to me to make sure I knew what I was feeling.
"Are you going to respect the monks now?"
"Yes, they're amazing people."
How do you get up in the morning and do something so boring for decades and decades at night?
"Hehehe."
When I was sick of it, she smiled.
'You're smiling more than I thought.'
The last time we trained together, I didn't really see it. I could see she was doing me a great favor. He seemed to like that she was probably his daughter's savior and was attending training diligently.
At that time, Seo Mun-hye came to the classroom with a big prize containing some refreshments.
"It's break time. Have some."
"Oh, thank you."
There were not many kinds of refreshments, but each one was fresh and precious. Maybe he was growing fruit by buying a field separately in the English language. She picks up the fruit and eats it comfortably.
"Hye, do you like the Hundred Hundred Protection Act?"
"Huff."
I was surprised by the sudden question of the black horse. Then Seo Mun-hye smiled slightly and replied.
"Yes."
"Yes, the White Void Act."
"......"
What am I supposed to do?
But I couldn't say anything. The Black Horse's eyes were carelessly mixed with playfulness and gave me an unknown feeling of pressure. I had never spoken directly to him yet, but he seemed to want me to marry him.
Ugh... how do I...
I didn't expect it, but I found the problem faster than I thought. Even though the progress of the shaman would be sure if it was carried out in the Moon Moon Hye city, it was likely that the gumma's pressure would someday become rough, and it would be forced to rebel against Moon Hye Seo.
Someone might call me a wretched wretch for obscenity. Moon Hye Seo is a beautiful, gray-haired, semi-haired woman, and a master of Kangho River and heir to the Black Horse. Marrying her also meant that she could easily ascend to the position of the Middle Safa.
But I didn't want that. All I wanted was to improve my strength and getting married to Seo Mun-hye was never too much of a burden.
'No. I don't want to give it to anyone else anymore.'
I've had nothing more to do with Manhattan and Miho, but it's hard to manage.
"If I give you love... and you can't protect Seo Mun-hye. '
Even now, in my memory, I saw the neck of a dead man who had suffered a terrible end in my labour. And I can see Miho's end, who died guarding me. At that time, the mental shock I received was enough for normal people to go crazy or change their personality.
What if I am connected to Seo Mun-hye and lead a completely happy life?
Maybe they'll be happy, or maybe they will be. I will have a son and a daughter, and I will live happily ever after.
But you can't do that in this life. Death is inevitable as long as I pursue my goal. And abandoning her affectionate self and not being able to fulfill my responsibilities as a husband, that would also greatly destroy my mental power.
In my mind, there is only one person, Miho (Beautiful 29392;). As long as I have dedicated both my sincerity and my love to Miho, I cannot think that I am in love with another woman. I may be the only one guarding this stupid idea - but I don't want to get involved with anyone but Miho.
I decided at that moment.
Once you have the conviction, whenever you have the chance, leave forever.
At that time, Seo Mun-hye came next to me one day and said,
"The Hundred Thousand Protection Act. Why do you look so worried?"
"Ah? Rumors... just... well..."
Seo Mun-hye grinned and held my hand.
"Let me know if you have any concerns. The White House Act is now a permanent family."
"Er... umm..."
At that moment, the black horse sent a message to me with a terrifying aura.
[Speak your mind!]
"......"
I have a problem that I shouldn't have put so much pressure on. I carefully confirmed that she cares a lot about Seo Mun-hye as her only daughter and cleared her head. Then I slowly said to Moon Hye Seo.
"Did you know that the New Testament is in the hands of the twelve Commandments?"
"......"
"......"
At that moment, the atmosphere cooled. Her face was stiffened, watching Seo Mun-hye frown, and Seo Mun-hye became somewhat pale. Then Seo Mun-hye said in a heavy voice.
"How did Lord Baek know that?"
The Commando calendar was the prize that was put on hold at the Festival. In the last century, Seo Mun-hye entered the competition because there was information that the most shameless person under heaven was hidden. However, I heard at the end of the 14th period that the twelfth shareholder won and took away the gospel.
"I heard this information from the pirate island chief when I was rescuing rumors. He knew the story of the radio conference, whether he had a connection to the organizer of the cancer watch."
I picked up a horse and made it up as soon as possible. Fortunately, the black horse who was listening next to me said bluntly, whether it was made well without feeling of hypocrisy.
"Hmph! Tooma will definitely kill him this time."
"What do you mean, Palma Hall?"
"Anyway, keep talking. Why did you bring that up now, Mr. White?"
When she looked at me, I was calm.
"Rather, I'm curious as to what the world's greatest artillery hidden in the Commandment calendar looks like. I've never heard of a weapon called Anwoldo that is so bad to be a master, and that the weapon itself has a spleen. So I've been thinking about it."
"Oh... that's..."
Seo Mun-hye couldn't help but listen to my story. It was fine to say what it was going to say. The black horse, who had never seen him, stepped in and said,
"Hyah, you go in first."
"Yes, Father."
Seo Mun-hye disappeared in the intestine some time. As the silence continued, she looked at me and said,
"The White Void Act. Hyah already told me that story. And while I was getting information about the Cancer Watch, I was able to figure out what it was like to be a free man in the Commandment Month."
"Did you find out?"
"Yes, but I didn't care because it sounded so senseless."
She said that while eating the fruit.
"... the gospel was rumored to control the space-time continuum."
"Yes?"
When I confronted him, he shrugged.
"They say that when you unwind the black cloth in the Apocalypse, time and space move freely. Tooma probably thought it was a tombstone for Gijinibo, but not a few thought it was a tombstone. That's why they say he's a tax collector who can manipulate space-time."
"I see."
"The White Void Act. We'll talk about this later. Commando is an indispensable item for nowadays, and more importantly, it's an eight-man's gathering soon."
I was curious to ask him.
"What is Palma Gathering?"
"You should know that. Mado Palma, the leader of the Middle Eastern safari, convenes a meeting called the Palma Club."
"I've never heard of such a story in a tightrope."
Then she smiled bitterly.
"The head of the Madopal Gate is full of strong gunmen aiming for Palma's neck. If they find out where Palma's gathering, there's gonna be hundreds of them. Why would you leak such a secret in the river?"
"Ah…"
"The next Armageddon is in five months. The White Laws will continue to improve until then, and you will join me in the Armageddon."
I said embarrassed.
"I'm not even close to the doorknob's toes."
It was an absurd saying that I was escorting the Black Horse. Then she struck her hand.
"Haha, it's not that bad. Gyeom Myung is too much. I think I will definitely need the power of the White Guard."
I asked her, feeling unusual in her words.
"Possible armed conflict...?"
She nods and says.
"I intend to, actually."
"......!!"
There was an unseen life in the Black Horse's eyes. Even though it wasn't aiming at me, I felt so terrified that my life was disadvantaged for a moment. He treats me like a good man, but what is also in front of him is the best master of Safa and the doorman of the Moon, Black Horse.
"Hyah became a pirate's slave because of Toma's rock patrol contest. I will tear his limbs from the Palace Hall and find the Old Testament and make it look like nothing."
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