Reincarnated Swordmaster

What are you talking about?

When I looked at him cautiously, Lee Chung Un said.

"First of all, I know you have no talent, but will and wick are firm, and you're not evil. If you were a virtuous, cruel, arrogant man, you would never have been helped by a falcon, a black horse. By building a force around you, you are a man of considerable skill."

Lee Chung Un seemed to have said something indifferent about me.

"But that and the progress of the shameless are different. I don't know anything else, but I can't have a stroke. You'll never get that."

"Why?"

"I told you, I'm not talented."

I felt something burst out of my mind.

I have no talent!

I've lived to hear that story for over a hundred years. So I thought I deserved to get used to it, but when I face my essence like this, I suffer. However, it was hard to argue that what was right in front of me was the absolute immortality of the shamanism and the culprit of the brain. I said as if I were squeezing.

"I tried. For over a hundred years..."

"I know. After all the years you've been practicing artillery, you'll have more than me."

"We've fixed most of the brain aneurysms."

Lee Chung Un nodded.

"I'll give you that. Hardly anyone in one body has as much dissection as you in the prime of his brain stem. Even if you're not, you deserve a head start or a head start."

"Now I'm going to build all the foundations and challenge the cerebral cortex. Why..."

He pondered for a moment.

"Hmmm... you've brought me back to life and put a lot of effort and dedication into my brain stem. I can explain the cerebral cortex from the ball. Well, technically, you're not an outsider, so have a seat."

I sat under the dark light of the mine, according to Lee Chung Un. Lee Chung Un, sitting across from me, began to talk.

"You've recovered a lot of information about cerebral neonatal final misconceptions. And then I found out that the ultimate transient, called the unmarried, was a cerebral hybrid."

"Yes."

"Then let me ask you one question. Why do you think the brain cortex is seeking the ultimate unmarried beyond human martyrdom without compromise in the proper line of sight? If we have the final misunderstanding in the right line, like the primordial and the neophyte, the flow of nothing will be stable."

"Well..."

That's what I was wondering, too. Why is it that the brain nephrine alone has developed a final misunderstanding across the stratosphere? Even Lee Kwang could only hear it, but he didn't know the real reason. I thought about it, and then I reacted.

"I'm not sure."

"That's because I encountered a martyr."

"......?"

I tilted my head to the right words.

"Atheist?"

I think I've heard it somewhere. I suddenly remember rolling my head.

[I've always enjoyed training because I heard about the stranger. Thinking that one day you'll meet that martyr.]

[Did you also meet the martyr? Have you seen the superstition?]

[Chuckles] I see. I think it's a blessing.]

Jinzo Chung, Dongbin Wong, and Baeksoo.

The absolute peoples I met were the ones who mentioned it once in a row. Jinzo was so impressed with the anecdote that he remembered it, and he knew it well because of what had happened a while ago. Lee Chung Un said as soon as I realized the look on my face.

"You seem to have encountered three atheists in your memory. And they deserve him."

"What is Atheism...?" "

"Literally. The god of nothing. It is sometimes referred to as a fantasy, but those who go beyond absolute transcendence, or qualified to do so, are met."

"......!!"

I was surprised and said.

"Is there... a divine being who controls the purity of nothing?!"

I couldn't have imagined it before, so I was afraid. The spiritual beings I have encountered so far were either fresh together or old rulers, but they were just something with a powerful power. I never thought there would be a transcendent who dealt with the uncertain and great concept of nothing. Lee Chung Un nodded as I struggled.

"Brain aneurysm actually peaked five generations ago. Compared to the elite aerosols of the river lakes, it was overwhelming, and no one was able to deal with the neocortex except for the hydrocephalus. You of all people should know how good it is to have a brain aneurysm."

"That's right."

I honestly confirmed Lee Chung Un's words.

"The art of cerebral neonephrinology is largely one-sided."

With the exception of the athletics of electrified beings such as swordswoman Dongbin and Wudang Cedar Bong, cerebral aneurysm was undoubtedly the highest culmination. I was able to grow at a tremendous rate once I began to master cerebral aneurysm properly, even during the frostbite period, and I had rarely seen anything more subtle than cerebral aneurysm, except for a few superheroes.

At best, the same military shaman came under pressure, but he could never enter the cerebral neocortex through Jungwon's old room or the Chinese shaman's shaman. Could you be a rival to Safa's master and archaeological triumphant leader?

There was no margin between pure and unprotected levels, but there was no margin between them. Considering how vast the Jungle Forest was, this was a great thing.

Thousands of years of unparalleled martial arts with the power of a sword, spear or sword.

Even though the brain nephropathy is halfway down, it can be seen by the lack of wall power, light barrier, and toxicity. The shamanism of the brain kidney must be the taxidermist who quarrels about the most underdeveloped things.

Lee Chung Un continued.

"The priests of antiquity tried to overcome their resolve by refining their cerebral kidneys. However, as I was thinking about the wall, there appeared to be superstitions in front of Sajo. Atheism offered the way of transcendence and taught Sajo that there was a prospect of being unmarried. Since then, brain stem workers have been relentless in their efforts to be unmarried."

"That's what it was."

"... is the realm of fantasy. How can a human imagine an athletic world after that when he's superhuman enough to cross his mind? That's why the brain stem workers have created the need to create the first step that will be a symptom."

That would be the brain stem marriages.

I was silent and listening to Lee Chung Un, and he calmly said under the light.

"Hundred thousand. Do you understand?"

"What do you mean?"

Lee Chung Un said decisively.

"The end of the cerebral neophyte is the end of decades of hard work of an unholy genius with the talent of Heaven. It was created by such servants as the soul of the brain. That's why it's basically made for geniuses, for geniuses!"

"......!!"

"Because unmarried research is the sole mission of cerebral neonatal workers. You have to be a genius to enter."

Lee Chung Un muttered bitterly.

"Do you know why this distinction of the brain stem marrow is corrupted like an incantation we don't understand? Because the realization is so vast, it encrypts and compresses dozens of advanced interests. It's not enough to spend a lifetime researching an ordinary person. You can't interpret it, and you can't even begin to interpret it. Do you understand?"

I thought I knew.

At the height of the cerebral neonatal cortex, there were four or five masters in the landscape that surpassed the Samjeon wall. With the same hardship as with lightning bolts, it is probably equivalent to or more than the Confucian palace, where it reached the lightning bolt itself.

It was Lee Chong-woon, a magician, who led the brain through competition with such impossibility masters, and his genius was so great that all of the great masters of the brain nephrine had inferiority and awe. Even the Sovereign Church was not confident enough to defeat Lee Chung Un alone, so they joined forces with him.

That's why I was able to accept Lee Chung Un's explanation now without any misunderstanding. It wasn't Lee Chong Un being stubborn or pretentious, he was just saying the pure truth without filtering out as the greatest master of cerebral neonatal flora. But I still couldn't convince myself.

"Life expectancy may be impossible. But I can hone my cerebral limb for hundreds of years because I am a previous life!"

"Yeah, I guess so. But after a hundred years of refinement, you won't be able to do more than a year of refinement."

"......"

"You've already perceived a talent gap as an example of the Three Days."

I've lost my words to the unthinkable fact. Lee Chung Un sighed.

"I'm just saying this because I care about you. Even if you have been lacking in talent, you have somehow raised your spirits with the help of a superhero's heart, teachings and performances. It would have worked to its ultimate certainty. But from the top, the difficulty has increased dozens of times. I've never been so frightened by the horrifying difficulty of honeymooning myself."

"Ha, but..."

"How terrible would it be to hold on to a dream you can't even live up to? It's happier to be able to give up in the middle. How much confidence and self-esteem do you intend to lose by studying indecipherable craftsmanship in hundreds of years?"

"Ugh."

"I'll never be able to master the cerebral cortex in ten years. I swear on my name."

Lee Chung Un's words were very convincing.

At this time, I couldn't understand the three feasts properly, so I just waited for the interpretation of the churches and was filled with positivity. However, how much harder can it be to master a cerebral soul than the Three Days of Judgment if you have been practicing it like an ant for hundreds of years? Perhaps it will not be human.

Lee Chung Un calmed me down.

"There are many ways you can be strong, other than an artisan. You know, no matter how much I think about it, amniocentesis is not your path. Give up."

"......"

Zegalsa, who was listening to the story together in my head, also said.

[You've said it right a hundred times. I like Lee Chung, too. Normally, I would just ripen it up or throw in a deepening and color.]

[If I were Lee, I would.]

[If you know, quit. I don't think you'll ever learn the final misconception of the brain.]

I was silent.

I wanted to deny that it wasn't because I felt like it. I still want to try, but I want to write evil about what you people are judging me for. But I can't say anything because I realistically know that it was so right and even cared about me. I closed my lips tightly as I came last.

"You know what I'm in now."

"I know."

"Nearly everything I had was stolen from the Sovereign Church, and I was forced to cling to the Sovereign Church under the influence of Bilmia, a disciple and a paralegal."

Lee Chung Un glanced at me. I faced him face to face without avoiding his eyes.

"I desperately need Yi Chung's help. Please help me."

"......"

Bloop.

The torch hanging from the wall of the shaft shakes. Lee Chung Un said in silence.

"As long as you're an ex-employee, I'm right to help you."

It sounded strange.

"Huh?

Why is he helping me because he's an ex-employee? Lee Chung Un has no special loyalty to me. However, whether I thought it was strange or not, Lee Chung Un's words continued.

"But I want to choose a way. I want to meet my disciple, tell him a story first, and tell him things I can't teach a maniac. We don't want to fight the Soviet Bishop right now."

"As you wish... please let me know first."

I sparkled.

"How to get the Legion, and what happened that day 50 years ago!"

"Is that what you're asking?"

"Yes. To be honest, that's why I brought him back to life."

"Of course I'll tell you. So I can pay for my resurrection."

Lee Chung Un slowly spoke.

"Even if I did, I think it would mean a lot."

"......?"

It will be a huge income whether you acquire the Throne Legion or die fifty years ago.

Then why is Lee Chung Un such a skeptical reaction?

Lee Chung Un opened his mouth when I was wondering.

"First, I will teach you how to get the Legion of Lords."

At last!

We finally know how to get the Inner Hall of Infinity, the Legion of Lords!

I couldn't breathe because of my anticipation and tension. The secret that has been searching for hundreds of years has finally been revealed!

"... it begins with a three-day and three-night parade of martial arts for priests on every four-man stage of the reception. And at the end of that ritual, you will make a promise to the existence of darkness."

"Promise?"

"Is it true they call it a vow?"

Lee Chung Un muttered.

"At the center of the world... a profane word seemed to pass through my soul, unknown to me. And at the same time, when something and a terminal were out there somewhere far away, it was a promise that I would belong to that darkness."

"......?"

"When the deal is done, you'll have the Legion of Lords."

What's that sound? I know I make promises with the existence of darkness, but I didn't fully understand the contents of the promise. I tilted my head, but I cleared the story.

"That means you need the help of the Church, and you need to learn the martial arts of priests."

"Sort of. And in that sense, you are closer to the Legion than anyone else."

Lee Chung Un said, I felt somewhat better when I was depressed. Whatever it is, if you continue to be a Brain Necromancer, you'll get the Legion of Lords one day! As I was delighted, Lee Chung Un continued.

"I'll tell you what happened 50 years ago."

"Please do."

"......"

"......?"

Suddenly, Lee Chung Un was silent. I was curious about his change and looked at him, and Lee Chung Un was greatly troubled. Then Lee Chung Un said.

"Hundred. I want to ask you something before I tell you this story."

"Ask."

The question that followed made me feel uncomfortable again.

"Can you forgive Yi Kwang?"

"......!!"

"Only then can I tell you what happened that day."

What should I do?

In fact, this question was an answer that had not yet been solved within me. I thought I would have to settle with Yi Kwang someday, but I couldn't wrap up the story in one word because of the multifaceted position I had seen. There are all kinds of affections, so you can't just hit him and kill him.

And perhaps Lee Chung Un asked me a question to understand my psychology and to listen to the truth. Because Lee Kwang was his disciple.

I pondered and answered with all my heart.

"I will capture all my memories in Obsidian and show them to Yi Kwang. And then I'll decide after I hear the truth about Lee. It's up to Lee, not me."

For now, this is for the best. Kill him or save him, that's for you to decide. Then Lee Chung Un smiled bitterly.

"Hmm... You really don't fit in."

"I've felt it for a hundred years."

"Hahaha."

Lee Chung Un burst out a big smile and said.

"Then I'll tell you. What happened that day..."