It was time to visit the dragon song again with the gumma. Upon arriving at the dragon song, I felt as powerful as before, waiting for us, and this is how the owner of energy, Solitude, appeared in front of us.
The singularity wriggled its eyebrows.
"I'll tell you my answer."
A moment later, the singularity spoke.
"I accept your demands. I'm going to teach that gray-haired bastard a lesson in cerebral mutilation I know."
"Thank you for your follow-up."
"However."
The singularity slowly walked down from heaven using the technique of the heavenly host. By the time his final steps reached the ground, the additional conditions he had mentioned had reached our ears.
"I want to know what I'm curious about. You're going to have to share your information honestly."
"Of course. I'll tell you everything you know."
When she answered, she looked at us with great solitude.
"How much do you know about the Liberal Society and the Nephrosis of the Brain? And tell me if you know anything about the other conquistadors."
When I look at her, she sends me a message.
[Tell me everything you can. Except we're too close to our situation.]
[Yes, sir.]
As she sent me instructions, I started explaining. The explanation was that I knew all about the neonatal and quadruple currents, the current state and system of the Hungarian churches, the status of the Hungarian monks and the Howitzers, and the Hungarians were desperately trying to find a cure for the socialism.
"Uh..."
As the story progressed, the face of solitude changed strangely. Rather than the embarrassment of hearing a silly tale, [how] do you know it in detail? And together, I began to tell the tale of the conqueror of the brain stem.
"From what I understand, the conqueror of the brain kidneys is Lee Kwang and the wall Samzon. Of course, there is a figure called Jinzo Chung, a disciple of Lee Kwang, and although it has not been confirmed, Lee Kwang is also carrying another victor."
"Well... I suppose... Lee Gwang-woo is obliged to succeed in his death." And the Three Musketeers live on their own. "
The singularity muttered as if to speak to itself.
"I want to hear more about Yi Kwang. Where is he doing what now?"
"Lee Kwang is the irrigation of the Choongryong Mountains in the audience, called the Three Days (Triple 32118;). Although not renowned for his work in the Kangho Moorim, he actually acted as one of the greatest heroes of the former imperial palace, the Blue Dragon."
"... the Imperial Palace? Blue Dragon?"
"Yes."
"......"
The expression of solitude changed to hearing a silly story. And then he said,
"Yes. What kind of a person is this Jinzo, who was hurt and received as a disciple by Lee?" "
"This is a description of the lowest heaven."
"......!!"
"Otherwise, Yi Kwang would have accepted as a disciple."
"Well... I suppose..."
The singularity that I answered with a muttering voice, this time I looked at the sword and said.
"Your Grace, why haven't you given this child to the encephalocele, knowing what's going on in the brain?"
"I don't understand what you mean."
"Brainworms are currently at risk of survival every day. I don't think it would be in each other's best interest to let go of the slaves of the same clan. Why were you embracing useless dangers?"
The black horse replied with a gleaming glare.
"Threatened to survive? Are you sure?"
"... What do you mean?"
"It seems to me that the neocortex has been very generous to the Libyan people."
"What!"
"Isn't that right?"
The black horse was a grave horse.
"The current location of Xinqing, the largest transvestite in the brain, is being monitored by the Phenomenon, and if the Phenomenon Magistrate had sent the elites of the mountain earlier, or if he had mobilized the elites of the Libyan Church, they would have been destroyed already. However, for some reason, the Soviet Church is only aware of their material and does not take any direct action."
"Mmmm!"
"The same is true of Samson the Great. They are merciful and secretly run the Red Dragon Gate and Black Crescent at the Red Lagoon, but if the Vaccans are willing to spread their network, they will easily be caught by the tail. The only reason they've survived so far is because they didn't even think about it because they were annoyed by the Libyan Church."
A single word of the gumma was assessing the condition of the encephalocele, cold and objective. It was because he was the supreme Safa who could judge the situation of the Moorish from a different point of view to telemetry. Therefore, the singularity was mute without even refuting the words of the black horse.
"Perhaps there was a Bavarian name behind it. The Dragon Scroll of the Divine Magician would like to destroy the brain kidneys immediately, but the Bishop has ordered us to refrain from doing so. In other words, it is okay to think that you have been relaxing for decades at the mercy of the Soviet Church."
"......"
"Don't you think it's more dangerous for the brain stem to send my apprentice to the mountains of Lee, or to stimulate the appendage? Do you also know what the Liberian intention is? What is the true meaning of the walk of the Libyan faith? I don't think it's in our best interest to send it to a neurologist without any plans to survive."
"Grrrgh!"
The gumma's words are too logical for her to be monotonous. He stood dumbstruck for a while, saying.
"Well, you know a lot."
"After all, you must teach the brain aneurysm to the Hundred Amendments as long as you promise to speak with your mouth. But I need to know something first."
"What is it?"
"You claim to be a master of cerebral neophytes, but you never tell me what your march is and why you're hiding in this dragon song. I need you to be clear about that."
"I have to. I think it's better for you to talk."
Just as our information moved his mind, solitude seemed determined to reveal itself. Solitude looked at us for a moment and said,
"Once again, let me introduce myself. I am a member of the encephalocele and I am the solemn death sentence of the former encephalocele, Lee Chung Un. For Lee Gwang-like you said, it is an upper hand rank."
"......!!"
Execution of Lee Chung Un, a former head of cerebral cortex.
Then he was practically in league with Samson the Wall or something more. Perhaps there are few who are older and more enthusiastic than solitude throughout the current Liberian Church. Then, it meant that he was over a hundred years old with that look. The woman who heard the story rebelled against him.
"Then were you there the day of the brain aneurysm?"
"No, I wasn't there."
Solitude said after shaking his head.
"I had left the Libyan church itself before that. I wanted to have my own time without training, and I got permission from a paralegal. It wasn't until later that I realized that the neocortex had been removed from the parish."
"So you've been holed up in dragon songs for half a century?"
"Yes."
It was only then that I understood a curiously bystander attitude.
He was originally a man who belonged to the highest ranks of nephrotic minds, but was insanely public enough to leave the Vagina for non-training. Even if they heard that the brain nephrine was destroyed in that situation, they couldn't go to the Hungarian church and find out for themselves. They could only practice in dragon songs for a short period of time. The rebirth of the brain kidneys for this person had to be embarrassing.
She said.
"Even so, I should have gone to the middle school to harvest the remaining cerebral kidneys."
"... that June came to me and told me herself."
"June? Are you referring to the Reciprocity Advocate?"
Solitude nodded.
"I admired the brain aneurysm and left the Dogo clan and entered the brain stem, but I was originally his cousin. He soon came to me and said that he knew I was in the dragon song. The bishop has decided not to pursue the brain kidneys anymore, so he told me not to do the rigor mortis, and he said he would guarantee me the strings on the brain kidneys."
"As expected, you were a member of the Receptacle."
"Now I've broken up with my family."
It seemed to be before and after. She thought as if the words of solitude were true. And then he said,
"That's not the only reason you didn't go to the Middle School. Were you in the process of completing your duty-free?"
"Yes."
The singularity crossed my arms and said.
"It's foolish of me to go out to the river without even completing my own work. It was best for me to hone the ball here. I had to gain the strength to stand up to the Mage."
"The shameless means a cerebral nephrectomy?"
"Yes."
"Good. Then let me ask you a question."
"What is it?"
She glanced at me. I understood that look and came forward and said,
"I am currently at the brink of a full-blown encephalocele, leaving the opening of the new encephalocele. But I heard that there is a deadline for encephalocele encephalocele, if you fight for the new sword."
The singularity stared at me and replied.
"You know what?"
"I want to know what the feasts are."
"Didn't your teacher teach you what it was?"
"When I was a kid, I was too busy studying the Maturity Blade."
"I suppose so..."
A muttering singularity said.
"The final stage of encephalonephrectomy is encephalonephrectomy."
"Necromancer? You mean the brain dances?"
"Yes."
Solitude looked up at the sky and said,
"Unlike highly practical spears, cerebral neonephrine swords have been developed as part of the ritual of sacrifice. The encephalogram was a self-defense technique for priests, and the Matrimony Blade was used as a dance son-in-law for the ritual. The Necromancer Sword was used during the ceremonial ceremony to receive a lightning bolt and to facilitate the ceremony. As a result, it pays the highest respects to God as a Necromancer."
"......!!"
"Having mastered the Necromancer means having the abilities of a priest. It also means I'm qualified to be a Christian bishop."
The answer to solitude was completely unexpected.
Is that what happened? '
Lee used to constantly criticize me as "sword is weak." I thought it was because I was so proud of Lee Gwang-yi. However, it was because the cerebral neonatal sword and its sympathy were used for ritual sacrifice rather than practice. Often I heard about the origin of swordsmanship, but I didn't think it had anything to do with being a Swiss monk.
She who was listening to the story seriously said.
"Then the Necromancery Blade is also a moral martial art. I think I need to fully understand the full gravity of the new Brain Dragon Sword as a result of the full moon exam."
"Yes."
"What do you think would happen if a Necromancer were to hit the peak of his cerebroventricular spear? Assuming each other's proficiency is equal."
The singularity of hearing the gumma's question made a piercing look. For a moment, the singularity of the handwriting replied.
"Chance for spear to win 9."
"I knew it."
The singularity sounded like an excuse.
"It's not that the Necropsy is impractical. Obviously, the master of the Necromancer can be a great master. However, cerebral nephrosis, refined through thousands of years of practice, is by itself the most powerful feast. In the same skill level, the master of the spear will always prevail."
I could see what she was worried about while I was listening to that story.
"weaker than a black spear..."
In the martial arts of the conceptual phase, masters can push each other's boundaries into the conceptual feast. However, this did not mean that the advantages of the spear from the beginning were going anywhere. If swordsmanship does not use the Feast of Declaration, it may be that there is a constant state of being pushed by spears.
The thing she was worried about was that she had grown a new BrainDragon Sword and learned about it at the end of the year, but the result was not so good!
Spears are much more powerful than Necromancers if they make the same effort. The reason Lee was reluctant to give me the final days of the sword was because he already knew that there were limits to the sword.
But this was not a problem to blame Lee Kwang. In the beginning, Lee Kwang told me that the spear is the strongest, but I chose this path because sword is more suited to me. This was the extent of the brain aneurysm itself.
When she forgot what I had to say, she said.
"Solitude. Weren't you hiding in the dragon song to overcome the limits of the encephalocele?" "
"... you're a terrible person. That's what I'm guessing."
The singularity sighed.
"Yes. I've been working on my encephalocele since seventy years ago. Since then, I've been thinking about how to improve the encephalonephrectomy, but I decided to study only the encephalonephrectomy a few years before it collapsed. It was because I thought that encephalonephrectomy might be better than encephalonephrectomy."
"So, have you had any luck?"
"......"
The singularity is silent, and he says.
"The Black Horse. Do you know why I feel free to talk about such nonsense?"
"What is it?"
"Leave your disciple to me. If you do, I intend to deliver the essence of encephalocele to him. If I don't, I won't accept him as my disciple."
"I came here to do that in the first place."
"No. One more thing I agree with you about."
There was a frenzy in the poisonous eyes. It was a madness that only a master who devoted his life to nothing could capture.
"If this man dies in the middle, don't blame him."
How hard do you think they're gonna train you?
When I realized the truthfulness of the words and stood up in horror, the black horse silenced for a moment and said.
"Of course. I'd rather it were."
"The Southern dialect is heavy gold."
"I'll be back soon. You may begin your transfer at that time."
"I'll wait."
Pa 'at
Me and the gumma got out of the dragon song. I was concerned and said to the shepherd,
"Doorman, I haven't fully mastered oyster swords and celestial swords yet. In this situation, learning more about the myth of encephalocele..."
"What are you talking about? You're fully familiar with it?"
She shakes her head in horror.
"This is taking too long. You knew your progress had been stagnant for years."
"... Yes."
Yes. I honed the cutting of the club, including the oyster blade and the axe blade, through the knowledge of his skill under the sword's diligent guidance, but it has not increased much in the past few years. The gumma was a horse.
"It is extremely difficult for a natural genius to study the pagan eclipse all his life. It'll take you at least a hundred years to get a misunderstanding of the machete and the Celestial Sword."
"Huff..."
"That's why we need another one. Toxicity enhances your own figment and martial arts experience by learning to purify the encephalocele you have studied all your life. I think it'll stimulate you to raise a stagnant swordmaster."
"... is it possible?"
It was easy for me to say, but I knew it was extremely difficult for me to follow that theory. How hard it must have been when I was beating a deficient star with my body to obtain a sword. If I get tangled up because of the lack of misunderstanding, I may have to roll more than that.
She said as she was silent.
"You have to believe me. If you don't, you won't make it a hundred years later."
"......"
Me and the gumma used a flashlight to return to the void. And she said,
"We need to stabilize the sign in order to move forward. Take a few days and examine your martial arts."
"What is your next plan?"
She rests on the chair for a long time.
"I'll tell you after you confront Lee Gwang."
I swallowed a saliva.
Finally, the day for fighting as a third party with Lee Kwang is imminent.