Pa!
I immediately headed to the dragon song of Four Thousand. I had already thought about what to say if I encountered singularity again. The dragon song that the canal boasted was a festival and a burial ground under the whole world, so it didn't look so good for people.
I felt a faint sense of life in a huge, jagged cloud of dust.
Is that what this is? '
I used to have a black horse running everywhere, so why did I want to do it? But I didn't really know it now, but I could see that somewhere there was a life that was stimulating to my senses. It seemed to be a phenomenon caused by the deep realization of the supernatural and becoming accustomed to the notion. I didn't feel a direct stance, but I'm sensing that somewhere there's something more processing than a tiger.
I stood quietly at the top of the mountain and started casting Martial Arts.
Shhh.
It began with a large wooden stick nearby and was ceremonial. At the end of the cerebral cortex cerebral process, he opened a lightning rod. Afterward, he developed a cerebral projection method and a full boreal exam in turn, and mixed it with a thousand arrows.
Papa Papa Pot
My body turned into a gust of wind. This was when I danced with my brains and became a dance son-in-law during my marriage. I organized what I have learned so far and led the sword to the best of my ability.
I stopped practicing cerebral aneurysm a long time later and lowered to its original position.
And about a dozen pages away, a maneuver came to me.
[You're the brainstem master. State your full name.]
It was a different reaction from when I came to see the gumma. Because he knew that singularity was an aggressive attitude towards strangers, it was the right answer to lower his guard and raise his curiosity. I deliberately showed him that I was a mastermind of the cerebral cortex. Even though the singularity was aggressive, he was not a fake.
I looked where he was and said,
"I am the centipede of the brain kidneys. I came to you with a craving for the brain kidney."
My solitude didn't tell me for a moment whether I was embarrassed by my answers. Then he appeared in a visible distance and said that it was not hexagonal, but physical.
"How do you know my name?"
"As I searched the Sea of the Dead, I learned that you were the next of the Brain Necromancers to be an advocate. After all the hard work I've put into this memorandum, I feel overwhelmed."
"......"
The singularity turns its head in embarrassment. It would be strange to hear such an assessment from someone else, even though Lee Chung Un, the Hogwarts' Lion, is now the best brain-dead man. However, it was undoubtedly objective, because it was judged by a centurion who was the patron saint and their best friend.
"What do you mean, you're carrying a craving for the brain stem?"
I knelt down and said to him,
"I accidentally got a gig to build a brain aneurysm, but I saved myself a wall. And we were so worried about the future of our brainstem that we couldn't stop coming to see him. Please accept me as your disciple."
"Hmm."
He makes a bewildered sound. He was also a bone marrow junkie and a trainee, so he was obsessed with his own training, not caring at all about the affairs of the world. If the East Gate suddenly comes and asks you to accept them as disciples, it will be hard to accept.
A moment later, the singularity spoke in a slightly sunny voice.
"I'm sorry, I can't accept that story."
"Why?"
"It is the pinching and erasing of the text that I have an outstanding disciple like you, but I have circumstances that prevent me from going out. You are already qualified to be a family servant, so you will be able to take care of yourself."
Reason not to go outside.
If he knew nothing and sought solitude, he would have been embarrassed here. It was because it was absurd that the best current head of cerebral cortex did not help the successor. But I looked at him coldly because I knew why.
"Is it because of the adrenaline rush?"
"......!!"
Solitude seemed genuinely startled. It was because he was so frightened that he couldn't hide his face. He hesitated and said.
"You've been doing a lot of research on me and you've come to me."
"I already know that you're a solider and a cousin. I'm guessing he came to your hideout and forced the silver."
"Hmmm... that's exactly what I said."
The singularity sighed and said.
"At the moment, there is no hope of fighting the Libyan Church with only the power of the neocortex. Yi Chung Un was the most powerful encephalopathist of all time, so what if he died?"
"... I see."
Essentially, solidarity was also similar from the point of view of Samson the Wall. They were the elders of the current cerebral nephrine, so they are more objective than anyone else in viewing the power difference between the cerebral nephrine and the gynophiles. I looked at the singularity calmly and said,
"Nevertheless, I would like to deeply learn encephalocele. You are the only one who can teach me under heaven."
"Hmm... I've noticed something unique about your swordsmanship."
"Even if you don't go to the river, if you teach me, you will help me to rebuild the brain kidneys. Isn't that a must-do as an elder of the brain stem?"
"Rejuvenation..."
The poison muttered and asked me.
"Are you trying to be a servant of the cerebral kidney?"
Servant!
The word did not simply mean master of the Yupa family. As the leader of all the masters and masters of the cerebral neophyte, it was originally a position where the guardian lion was with him. However, now that the brain kidneys have been split and fragmented, no one can say anything about the work of the brain kidneys. Even Yi Kwang heard that his martial arts were lacking in the Samgyeong Dynasty.
I shook my head.
"I still know I'm lacking a lot. So I'm only doing what I can."
"What if I could?"
"I will discover the weaknesses of the Libyan Church and strengthen my strength against them."
"Hmmm... You would be able to reign on the shores of the river, but you want to cover the path of the thorns."
"Because that's the duty of a propagator."
"......"
The silence of solitude followed. He folds his arms and thinks about it a lot. He stretches his arms.
"Fine. Then I'll teach you. I guess that's my job."
"Thank you."
I then briefly told the singularity how I got here. There was a teacher who taught me at the beginning, but died after teaching me the basics of swordsmanship, after which I learned the shaman's performance and commissioned a swordmaster to practice swordsmanship. Of course, the detailed process was completely different, but not completely false, so solidarity was an interesting way of listening.
He said.
"I'm very curious about the sect's theft. What kind of artillery?"
"Do you want to go ten seconds on your own?"
"That 'd be great."
Keating!
I was struck down like a spilling sword. I encountered the same unchanging supper as when I was fighting the Tai Lung in the Fall Yang, but I felt a severe pressure rushing to my neck. It was because the Sword of Solitude was so subtle that it could not neutralize it.
Yes, singularity is one of the best, except for the Howitchcraft.
I could soon see a full-blown tornado emanating from his blade, and I used a drill blade and an axial blade to rapidly adjust the spacing. The flashing light erupted ten times from its place, and each time, I managed to recover my new sentence.
Tada
I fought for about a dozen seconds, but I felt exhausted. And I thought with a cold sweat in my heart.
'As the gumma advised. The lightning is really scary.'
Lightning McQueen!
It was a technique that learned the art of paganism, so that even the most advanced swordsmanship could be greatly wary. Beyond mere projection of a concussion from the sword, it had the power of a special kill, and there was no other way to avoid it than by adjusting the spacing. It was an unstoppable killing technique.
The singularity stood out.
"You've dodged my lightning strike. A blade that freely controls space and intersections. It's definitely strange and powerful."
"Phew... I thought I was going to die."
"The sect's culmination is a taxidermist. I wish you would teach me."
The singularity was the same as before as the incitement of pagan scholarship. I used to say it was interesting and say goodbye, but today I saw emotions that exceeded my own. That's probably because the solidarity after eight years has solidified its own accomplishments, so there's no need to pay attention to other freelancers.
Teaching monogamy the art of paganism...
Obviously, poisoning will become rapidly stronger if you learn the heart of the Longevity Monk. Maybe he's a superhero enough to surpass his old sword.
But it was not something I could predict at all about the behavior of such a supernova and how I could control him. We don't know if he's staying in the valley, but we don't know what will happen if he goes out into the world. The biggest problem was that there was not much trust between me and my solidarity.
I thought about it for a while and said,
"Of course I can teach you. But I want you to do one thing for me."
"What is it?"
"Please take good care of my story to tell him that Doggojun will be here soon."
"What are you talking about?"
I told my solitude what happened in the fall. He listened to the end and said:
"Your plan is to become a Soviet disciple."
"Yes, I think that would be best."
"Hmmm..."
The singularity was insanity.
"I'd like it if you impersonated my disciple. I also understand that there is no other meaning to seeing you tell me the truth. The problem is, I don't know why you want to be a Bavarian disciple, no matter what the means."
I looked him in the eye and said,
"As you know, there's a huge secret to reception. You know very well, don't you?"
"......"
"In particular, I think there's something only the current Libyan monks know. No matter how brilliant he may be, it's impossible for a human being to integrate his quarterback into a castable field of free materials. I have to go in as his disciple and find out what secrets and weaknesses he has so I can fight back against the Liberian Church."
"Secret... umm..."
Solitude seemed to hesitate a lot. And then he said,
"In fact, I ran away from my clan because I couldn't bear the weight of the secret. The secret is so deep and so massive, it may not be enough for human strength. Do you still want to be a Christian disciple?"
What's that sound?
I was surprised and told solitude.
"What do you mean?"
The singularity said with a dark face.
"The current Christian monk is my uncle. Reception has changed a lot since he became a member of the clan. I was so afraid of the change that I entered a cerebral neonatal equivalent in pursuit of pure martial arts, but even now, half a hundred years later, I'm afraid of the secret he holds."
"What's the secret?"
"I don't know... but my uncle had help from something other than a non-official. The acoustic clans, other than me, became non-human."
He sighs as if gone.
"Perhaps it's first for you to discover the secrets of the reception. However, even if you are a superhero, it will be a treacherous thorn field that will be too dangerous for you to say anything about when you die mining. Will you still be a Christian apprentice?"
"......"
I felt something strange in the words of solitude. However, I nodded decisively because my will was already firmly established.
"Of course. I will find out his weakness, even if I die." If only we could defeat the Soviet Church, we would do the rest. "
"Hmmm!!"
At that moment, the singularity seemed moved. It seemed to give great sympathy to the elders of the cerebral cortex that the young genius risked his life to challenge his fate.
"... good. Let's do it. I will accept you as my official disciple from now on, and you and my destiny will be together."
"Thank you."
I could see that there was a minimal relationship between solitude and trust. And to save time, I explained to him in detail the chaos of the specimen I'm holding now, and the wall of martial arts. Solitude listened to my story and said:
"Obviously, that's the only way to become a Baptist apprentice."
"Yes, an absolute martyr would be able to help."
"Hmm, but you seem to have other abdominals."
"Yes?"
The singularity smiled strangely and said.
"It's a hunch, but you don't seem to want to rely on the monk. Do you know anything about an absolute equal?"
"... That's right."
I told the singularity.
"I think I can use the power of the sword girl to break through."
"Oh!"
I hypothesized that she could come to me, and that if I learned her slow sword, I might be able to break her current boundaries. He also talked about how she blessed the demand, but her solidarity seemed to be of little interest to the art method.
He admired the solitude of listening to the story.
"What kind of mess have you been through when you don't have the strength to react and you look young? You've already had a hard time waking up ten times a normal person has died."
"... Well, if I die about 16 times, I wonder if anyone will."
"Huh?"
"It's nothing."
I turned my head and said,
"Anyway, what do you think?"
"Hmm..."
The singularity that I had been thinking about said.
"I came up with a very good way. It really is a win-win."
"How do I do that?"
The words of solitude continued to amaze me.
"Bring down the Swordsmith Wong Bin and let her come out and fight."