Another meaning of hell began the next day.
"It's hard..."
I drooled in Mavo's posture on top of the lovebirds. Of course, Marjoux is a physically annoying and difficult posture, but for me, it can be done naturally like breathing in a myriad of physical exercises and exercises. Assuming that it will help you maintain your stamina through the seven weeks.
The problem was not physical difficulties, but mental difficulties. The singularity that was watching me with a strict eye when I caught Marjoux said.
"You said you used to use extreme physical exercises to break boundaries and achieve swordsmiths."
"Yes."
"That Myeong-ryong guy's training is great, but what you need now is not that physical training. It requires a process of controlling yourself by maintaining a state of extreme sentiment and making yourself more attuned to your will."
The word of solitude followed.
"Why is it so hard to use your body? No matter how hard you train physically, you will have about 30 years of practice. What you need in your circumstance is resected mental power and control."
"But..."
"But what?"
I struggled to protest.
"It's too hard to fix a 'habit'."
Yes, it is.
Now, I was in the process of holding Marjoux Tax and releasing my mind, forgetting the habits I had all along. However, it was not that hard physically, but I had to consume my determination constantly, so the feeling of death in my head came to me constantly.
The singularity said.
"What do you think is habit?"
"Bad habits I'm used to..." "
"Listen up. In the unconscious example, the habit is the form of best choice that the person subconsciously chose. Even a teacher doesn't know what will happen to him. It is a habit to be absolutely random unless you train them on purpose in the UEFA."
The ferocious monologue was the word.
"That's why physical training is now poisonous. You're meant to take that form again. However, we cannot exercise the body because we cannot control unconsciousness."
"......"
"Margaux is just a minimal device designed to keep you from getting too lazy. You just concentrate on watching yourself."
Look at yourself.
What's that supposed to mean?
"Goldfish martial arts training."
The singularity said as I frowned.
"Do not practice in the flesh, and do not think of anything mentally. He makes his own nothing. That's the training for you."
Banning the Jesus-free Sovereignty seemed easy, but it wasn't. I've only had one look at Marjoux Tax, but I keep thinking about martial arts. Trying to clear my head, I suddenly suddenly came out of my unconscious mind with a sword herb or a flawless grain.
It was about three o'clock to try so hard.
He gave me a sword with a ferocity.
Shhh.
The Poisonous Sword swooped by my neck. A little inside, my throat would have been cut in half. When I opened my eyes narrowly, the singularity echoed.
"You just reacted!"
"If you attack, you will be forced to react unconsciously."
"Kill the reaction itself and forget it! Suppress the fact that you are fighting with martial arts."
"......!!"
"Relax. If you don't listen to me, I'll do my best to make you nervous." "
I do my best to increase tension
I felt a tickle in my neck as I intuitively realized what that meant. If I fail a few times, I will actually hurt or hurt myself.
"Danger!"
I wouldn't worry if I was trained by a normal martial arts master. However, the opponent in front of him is a former master who can be considered an elder even in the cerebral kidneys, and of course, he has an extremely strong heritage of the cerebral kidneys. If he was serious, he was really trained and most likely bled to death.
I took a bite out of it. I felt the blood spilling out to the side of my lips and I woke up. I began to concentrate my mind and think of nothing.
There is no absolute zeal. After consciously reaching maximum tension, there is no choice but to release it all at once. '
If you are a meditative master, you may be able to consciously reach a level of unconsciousness. But even if I have a long meditation experience, it is hard to suppress my body's instincts. Therefore, we have to reach a state of unconsciousness by using a method.
Tsk.
Aaaaah!
As I cut through the wind, the plague pierced my skin. Each time, I flinch slightly, and a strong tendon protrudes from my solitary brow. The singularity spoke to me with a rather grim voice, pointing a sword at me.
"... Yes. With just one finger..."
Dangerous.
I meant it.
I quickly opened my eyes and said.
"Wait! This is too reckless a practice."
"Shut up. Are you going to puke on my technique?"
I screamed.
"If I have a high sleeping star, I can succeed well enough. But I'm not very talented."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Solitude shook my eyes as if I heard a strange sound. Seeing that he was not angry at all, he also seemed to be embarrassed. I gripped it and told him.
"I used a special technique to improve my martial arts skills in a short period of time, but it's actually less than extraordinary. You can't rush the realization of nothingness. I don't think it's a good practice."
"No way."
I shaken my head in disbelief.
"I've hardly seen anyone of that age in heaven. If you're not a martial arts genius, then who is?"
"That's not it. I'm not a genius."
"Son of a bitch... are you making fun of me?"
Keying
The poisonous eye glows faintly, and suddenly, a flash of light rises from the sword. I knew it wasn't just the lightning that triggered the phantom limb, it was a special hardship called lightning.
'She told me never to deal with lightning head-on.'
The sword did not explain it in detail, but it must have an insurmountable attack power even for a sword that sublimated its heart. If I confront a lightning bolt, I will die white-haired or get hurt badly.
I answered calmly.
"I'm not making fun of you. Please calm down for a moment, I can explain."
"Good. You'll have to explain it properly."
The singularity did not necessarily follow behind, but if it did not, it would have been obvious to kill me or turn me into an idiot. Although the temperament seemed milder than Lee Gwang-woo's, it is also true that singularity is also a brain nephrine. I swallowed a saliva and said:
"I had the full help of the Black Horse Gate in the last decade or so. too much for my subject. Since he had given up his performance time and focused on teaching me, he continued to expand his original stagnation."
"That alone is inexplicable. You know a lot more than that."
"It was also melted by the Black Horse Gate and interpreted it for you. All I've done so far is take it."
"......"
Then the singularity opened its mouth. He did not seem convincing and instead spoke with a blasphemous tone.
"That's how enthusiastic you've been? If you get a fistful of ginseng sticks, you spend all day practicing pulmonary tubes, but you don't have that much time? That would be impossible for a Muslim."
I turned my back on my solitude.
"But it's true. He gave up his personal training time and helped me get to the wrong place in the fountain."
"Huh... So... I'm in league with that sword?" "
When I was silent, my solitude stood in place for a long time. And then he said,
"Your words are not very credible. But if that's how frustrating it is to practice enlightenment, let's find another way."
"Thank you."
"You will be held accountable for today's words."
The singularity that I recited so said.
"Stop today and get some rest. I'll have to come up with another plan tomorrow."
I finished my bidding and went down to the clearing near the cliff. And he froze the trees together to make a rough roof and make room to avoid the dew. You start a fire, create a warm environment, and then fall asleep next to it.
The solitude was waiting for me the next day when I came to the place to practice. He sat on the mountain and stared at me and said,
"I don't think so. I can't keep training like this."
"I don't know what you mean..."
"If you want to control the myriad of dandruff that's mixed with you so you can learn synergy of the brain aneurysm, it's hard for me to dig with a watermelon. I need the advice of someone who's been watching you all along."
The singularity said so.
"I need to see the Black Horse."
It was a surprise.
A singularity that has been stuck for over half a century in order to complete the encephalocele, nurturing martial arts? It itself meant that the level of powerlessness in the world was adjusted. I looked at the solitude with surprised eyes and said,
"Are you sure you want to do this? You promised me you wouldn't leave the world until I finished my encephalocele, and you promised me a hydrocephalus enchanter..."
"Cerebral nephrectomy is already in its infancy, and sublimating it in a true sense is not merely a training exercise. And what I promised him doesn't matter if he doesn't go back to the station and just doesn't resuscitate his brain."
"Hmm."
"And I want to talk to a master who's about as black as a horse."
I felt like I knew the psychology of solitude. Toxicity has already reached a point where it is invisible to build more of its own cerebral encephalocele, and now it needs external help. And it seemed like he wanted to teach me himself while discussing with the sword. I had to admire his diligent passion.
'Solitude has lived on for a lifetime by turning its back on its bloodline and entering the brain stem. I can't believe I've given up all the fun of my life and only immersed myself in martial arts… "
I felt like I had a liking for solitude in my heart. I nodded and replied.
"Then I want you to come with me. The Black Horse Gate will be very pleased."
"Good."
That's when the Black Horse's density passed through my mind.
[Come back in a month.]
The gumma purposely sent me outside to look at the Jegalsa's movements and exposed my flaws. So, it was not helpful to come back quickly using the light now. It had not been long since I had trained, so I had to spend time elsewhere for at least ten days.
Hmm... where do I spend my time? '
Fortunately, I did not know that solitude was under consideration. I just knew that we were from somewhere in the middle class.
'Even if it is four thousand, ten days of consideration will suffice if I use a monotonous technique. I have to tell the story another way.'
I had a good idea after a while and said to the singularity.
"I have a favor to ask you."
"What is it?"
"I had to stop by because I had a secret affair with the Black Horse Moon. Would you be so kind as to help me with that?"
"Hmm, Dongyoung?"
"Yes."
The singularity said as if it was a trifling matter.
"Why is it so easy to do where they live? Tell me exactly what you want."
"On the other hand, I received information that a man called Choengwol, who lived in a forest in Dongyoung. I have to make a move to confirm the authenticity of that information."
The singularity surprised me.
"Cheongwol! He's in Dongyoung? Why?"
It is believed to be for the purpose of obtaining a special shameless so-called "The Moon Slaughter Act." "
"Wha...?"
His expression changed severely. He thought carefully and said:
"How do you know?"
"I learned from the news of my close comrade Young-young because he is currently entrusted with the Thirteen Commandments."
"If you're sure of that... you should definitely go to Dongwon. Do you know the exact location?"
"I heard it's called Aokigahara Sewers."
"Let's go."
Toxicity gripped my fist.
"He was the most sincere and diligent man in the brain. If he went to the land of Orange Canyon to find a cursed way to live, I can't help but find him."
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