After that, I continued my meditation training and received the guidance of the Black Horse. Two or three months later, something changed.
I think I know...
Feels like your will is breaking through the boundary!
I felt that an indescribable stream of air wrapped around my body in mystery. Or should I say thread? The sliding thread seemed to move, drawing a spiral as I moved my body.
When I first felt that feeling, I told her, and she replied.
"Now you've got a hunch."
"Is that thread the intention?"
"Yes. But you already know that's not Qi, right?"
"Yes."
She sits in the arena and explains.
"The truth that surrounds your body is your defensive instinct."
"Defense instincts?"
"The thread of conscience would not have been evenly wound. Wouldn't it be a different level of density and coil depending on the body?"
I thought about it.
As the gumma said, I remember the thread wrapped around my head and heart and the thread on my arms and legs.
"It certainly was."
I nodded and replied. She pointed her index finger at my heart and said,
"You've been trained to defend the essence of martial arts. That's why the more critical it is, the more reliant and bothered it is. Isn't it basic to defend your urethra and vital points during a battle?"
I realized his words and revolted.
"The notion is to show how conscious I am?"
"Yes. Well, not only that."
In other words, the more I cared about defending myself, the stronger the thread of consciousness was. The sword's words continue.
"In fact, it's unconscious to be more than first-class masters. Isn't it basic for masters to choose where to defend and reveal themselves?"
"Ah!"
"The truth of your intention was to make it more clearly visualized. You can see other people's willingness if you go a little higher."
"Hmm…"
"But when you realize your intentions and use them, you shouldn't stop there. Now that you've come to your senses, you need to take the next step."
What's the next step?
When I focused on the sword's mouth, he said.
"Move the thread of conscience. When you can do that, you have the will."
"I understand."
As soon as I heard her, I started meditating again. Focusing heavily on my mind, I saw the thread of faith that was wrapping around my body like before. I tried to move the thread however I wanted, but strangely it didn't work out.
Why aren't you moving? '
I deliberately focused on different parts of my body remembering that the thread of this notion is a defense instinct, but it hasn't changed. Actually, I didn't move at all. She laughed and laughed as I sat down trying all the time.
"It's not moving, is it?"
"Yes."
"Simple will and will are different things. It is the commitment that the ultimately honed spirit exerts its will on the world! It's completely different from the way you move your ego in your head."
"......"
If it was the beginning of training, I would have heard what kind of nonsense this is. But now that I've been practicing meditation for nearly half a year, I've been able to understand what she said. It's because I felt something 'hanging over' while I was just recognizing the truth of the mind. It was clear that there was a 'boundary' that could not be expressed by the older brother, and it seemed to be beyond that to make sense.
I sighed.
"Phew... It's really hard. Are you saying that the super elite masters of Kangho realize this by themselves?"
"A talented person naturally gains ( ), but otherwise is slowly enlightened under the teacher's guidance. Some of us find out in action when we go through a dreadful mess, but only in part. That is why the teachings of the Name Family are great."
She looked at me like that was strange.
"Why didn't your mentor give you the will... of a great master."
"......"
"Everyone has their reasons. Anyway, if we keep going, we'll be able to get a steady conscience."
"When will it be possible?"
"It's your call."
I had a rough idea when it was going to be. While I was being trained by the gumma, I was diagnosed as taking about 3 years, and it is clear that I must continue to struggle for at least 2 years, considering the length of my training in this life.
About two years.
For decades, I walked the path of martial arts like a madman. No matter how boring meditation is, it can't last two years. It was important to concentrate as much as possible and acquire as soon as possible.
That was about four months ago. I was accustomed to strangling like a plant every day. While I've been so focused all day, I've been able to move the thread of consciousness gradually, and I've recently felt a sense of sensitivity and inner space.
She seemed surprised when she heard my accomplishments.
"You're faster than I thought!"
"Is that so?"
"I thought it would take a year to move the thread. But judging by your rapid movements, it looks like you've been involuntarily conscious a lot."
"......"
I have fought dozens and hundreds of times in my life. In the meantime, I may have been unconscious, but I may have been unconscious.
'Based on that experience, did you make the progress of meditation fast?'
She smiled and congratulated me.
"Very good! Soon we'll have a worthy opponent."
What?!
I know what kind of disaster befalls me in a duel with the sword. Until now, I've fought a black horse, and her arms flew off when she was furious. The sword is usually a relaxed nature, but there was a side that changed as soon as the battle began, as if it were a copycat or a beast.
So I hurried to talk.
"I see it's coming to the Armageddon."
"Hmm. I was going to tell you about that."
She looked at me calmly and said.
"The Palma Festival is supposed to be held in the Fall of the Water."
I was surprised to hear a familiar name.
"Isn't Falling Sheep home to Toma and Suramun?"
"That's right. Tooma pushed me hard."
The Palma Festival will be held in Falling Yang!
It means that Palma, the leader of Madopalmoon, who rules Safa, is gathering in the capital city. The capital Fall Yang was also the most powerful city of gold and alumni, and the Heavy Gate Clan, called Zhang Yihan, held the fortress. I said it in zinc color because I had learned that in my previous life.
"There are several waves in the Fall of the Capital that are more powerful than the Suramun. There's the gold medal, there's the alumni. Even if you're at risk of colliding with them, that's where you're holding the Palma Rally!!"
No matter how secretly we gather, there is a good chance that things will get really messy!
She smiles bitterly.
"Hoo! Stupid choice, like you said. But this time, Tooma's Paste Bait has forced everyone to gather."
"What is it?"
"......"
She said in silence.
"Baekkyo Bridge."
"......!!"
The Bavarian Church!
I felt a little distracted when the name came back. It was a name that didn't disappear after holding on to my life like a curse. However, she was just a grave horse whether she thought I feared the reputation of the Baptist.
"The Hungarian Magistrate (35703; Kwon & '92; t Dead) has tried to help us. It is not an offer that we can never ignore, so we are going to listen."
I squeezed my fist at that moment. If the magician was a skilled magician, he would have gone to the Fallen Yang and met the Emperor. Either way, I felt a great sense of pressure approaching.
At the same time, I felt strange.
'I had little impact on the river in my life. I rescued the prisoners from the minefield and pirate island, but that's what I always do. But according to this, the Black Horse went to the Eighth Horse Festival of Fallen Sheep every life?'
That doesn't make any sense.
In that case, the black horse I saw did not have any color.
I asked the Black Horse something was wrong.
"Doorman, if you refuse this meeting, you can refuse. Attending these dangerous gatherings..."
She strokes her chin.
"Hm. I would have refused. I'd rather be told to pick a different place or ignore it. There's no hobby of crawling into a tiger's den. But this time I decided to take a little adventure."
"Yes?"
"Not only did you save my daughter, but you were a great source of text."
"Uh..."
While I was embarrassed, the black horse smiled.
"I may have my limits, but I can rest assured if you join me. You'll get a lot of information from the meeting."
She's decided to join the Palma Festival because she trusts me!
I could only see what was happening.
'In the beginning, she was just waiting for an opportunity to ignore the Palma meeting and satisfy Toma. However, when I became a non-verbal guardian, I was confident enough to go and find out the truth of the Bavarian Church.'
History changed because I got caught in the middle of nothing.
I was baffled when I realized there was a divergence. Even if I try to practice quietly, will I end up with the Hungarian Church? Of course, the information I could get out of this would be worth a thousand dollars, but I was never willing to do it.
'I just want to practice this life. And I don't want the White Horse in danger.'
The more you dry your hair, the less time you have to train. No matter how much information you have, it is useless if you are incompetent. And when I thought I knew enough about the Libyan Church, I thought I'd have to refuse the Palmar meeting.
What do you want me to do?
How do we stop her from going to Palma Hall?
'Yes, this is it.'
I pondered and said to the shepherd,
"Doorman, in fact, there is a mysterious sword that I obtained after learning and dissipating from my master. Would you mind taking a look?"
"Yes? Is there such a thing?"
"Yes. I found it in the ruins left behind by the Acolyte, but I didn't know the mystery very well."
As soon as I finished speaking, I began to spread the theft of the Shaman Zhang Sambong Jinn.
Fabababad
Starting with the oyster sword and the celestial sword, the rest of the feasts were not eaten. The black horse, who was watching my unspoken performance beside me, was looking at me with frightening eyes.
"That's...!!"
I pulled the strings and said,
"If we practice this, will it be easy to reach the point of intent?"
"Of course! Where did you get those artisans?"
"That's..."
I was surrounded like old times. Then she said in a headache.
"Hmm... I can't help it. Then let's just ignore this Palma meeting."
"Is that okay?"
"Instead, let us study your theft."
She was a true boneless genius and a myeloable-bodied woman. I would never see such an opportunity. The Soviet Church was a small problem for him compared to the training of the artisans.
"Yes."
I thought the operation worked.
It was not only because the pagan sect of Jean Sam-bong had canceled the fall of the black horse as bait, but also because they had the opportunity to study him and the pagan sect with justification.
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