Reincarnated Swordmaster

I went to the dragon song with Lee Chung Un. Of course, I went to the temple where he lived, not to abstain from solitude. The temple was a place where the Pantheon of Hataek, the turkey of the Namjoong Line, had been hidden for the last year. It was a ruin during the reign of the monarchy, and solitude was resolving accommodation in the ruins.

"None."

Solitude was not there. Lee Chung Un sat lightly on the floor with his fur spread out, and I sat across from him. As I waited a little more than a few seconds, I felt popular outside the gates of the temple. Then the popularity slowly got closer and came right at the door.

The popular man looked at Lee Chung Un's face and said in a trembling voice.

"N-no way... this can't be..."

Lee Chung Un glanced at you and laughed.

"What doesn't make sense? I'm Lee Chung Un, brother."

"......!!"

Tugu

The owner of the temple, Solitude, dropped the rabbit on the ground as if it had been caught for dinner. He remained speechless for a while, then said.

"Do you remember what Shen said when he went out with us in the Black Plain?"

Lee Chung Un naturally replied.

"He gave his sword to the executioner and his cerebral cortex to the executioner. I can still remember."

"Oh…!!"

Then, the solitude poured out tears and reached Yi Chung Un and grabbed his hand. He was not the master of the Rough and Stern Sword that he had seen. The singularity seemed dazzled, checking the liveliness in Lee's hands.

"This isn't a dream...? You're alive, brain dead!!"

"Alive, brother."

"Hahahaha…!! That's it, that's it!! This saved the brain stem!!"

Solitude soon burst into tears. I felt a little uncomfortable seeing him.

'Though you may not have been intolerant, your intoxication was also a great criticism of your cerebral neocortex.'

When I heard Lee Chung Un was dead, didn't I feel like I'd lost everything? For a quarterback, the existence of work is that absolute. Lee Chung Un, who had been doing the afternoon for a while, sat down and introduced me to the solitude.

"This is Baek Wung, my new apprentice."

Solitude glanced at me with tears and said:

"You are indeed a disciple of the servant. I feel like I'm on a massive scrub."

You mean you recognize him at a glance?

When I admired the sledges of my inner singularity, the singularity was a word.

"But what about Lee? She's probably still alive..."

Then, Lee Chung Un bitterly repented.

"We have a situation."

"Yes... if that's the case." "

The singularity was not too much to ask, but it seemed to pass. It was strange to think of Bondi's unparalleled solidarity, but it meant he was that great. Once a priesthood, John Doe is established, but in essence, the singularity recognizes the worker, Lee Chung Un, above himself.

"I'll explain the details later, but first things first."

"I see."

Lee Chung Un said.

"I want to pass the quarantine on to this child."

Hmph!

The singularity looked a little surprised.

"Lightning?"

"Yes."

"But didn't the worker already reach the limit of the landmine? If I don't teach them myself..."

Then Lee Chung Un said.

"I tried to teach Bondi her vision, but there's still a long way to go to get it. That's why we need to harvest the soil first. In addition, I think the sword has been polished longer than me, so I will teach you well."

"Hmmm... I specialized in spears."

"Yes. I can also use lightning, but executions are better when it comes to proficiency." "

"......"

The singularity seemed to be an agonizing feeling, sitting with arms crossed. And then he said,

"Servant. You don't intend to enslave that White Hermit."

"Why do you think that is?"

"... can never be a successor to a swordsman. What a surprise."

The muttering addiction leans forward slightly.

"Tell me the truth, priest. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Lee Chung Un said.

"This is absolutely necessary for the resurrection of the brain kidneys."

"Can't you tell me more?"

"That's right."

What an honest answer! But the singularity sighed as if it had nothing to do with it.

"Very well. I would listen to the solidarity of the cerebral kidneys, whatever the servants say."

"Thank you."

"Then I will teach this child to pass on the sword."

"Please. A hundred of them will come back alone soon."

Lee Chung Un got up from his seat. And I went out with him for a while and prepared to take Lee Chung Un to the anthem.

Pa 'at

Lee Chung Un told me as soon as he arrived.

"Death is the finest swordsman in the brain. It won't take long to get a sword quest. Focus on getting the quest, and come back when you're done."

I said with a suspicious tone.

"How can you be so sure? Lightning is an example of a superrise."

Lightning was part of the landscape. A thunderbolt that condenses his energy and lightens his mind! Therefore, the power of landmines, including lightning bolts, was a terrifying power that cuts through common strength. It is the best case scenario in the history of sword compatibility and cerebral nephrectomy.

That's why I used to remember that mathematics was so difficult to get a quotation from in the past, so hectic. I had a feeling that even though the training period was short, it would be hard to get even though the training period was long. Lee Chung Un probably didn't know the difficulty level either, but he seemed to talk too lightly.

Lee Chung Un said.

"Didn't you know? You're actually in the slaughterhouse where you'll be left with a sword quest."

"Yes?"

"You have honed the light cutting arts and the arm-wrestling arts for decades under heaven. You have had dozens of combat experiences with pitchforks. You have been thoroughly taught by all kinds of famous directors. You have fought many battles among even the very best. Besides, I can't tell you the mystery that has seeped into your sword since I overcome the chaos of specimens with the help of the maiden bean. If he had been better at martial arts, he would have become a great athlete who had already invented the One Belt Sword with his philosophy. Honestly, there's never been a man in the history of a great performance like yours."

"......"

Lee Chung Un said that and laughed.

"I think that's why I didn't have time to trim what you got, rather than the difficulty. And now that we have a chance, we'll get enough."

"Trigger?"

"The paint has begun to feel inside of you."

He explained calmly.

"The sixth sense is the supersensation that captures the unknown from the senses. And you have to be sensitive to the realm of the sixth sense in order to get to the altar. Then, what is the area of ​ ​ painting?"

"Hmm... I don't know. I think the monk once spoke of painting as a matter of importance..."

When I blurred my words, Lee Chung Un said.

"A hunch can't predict the future. But painting is a sense of time and space, so it can be predictable. The ability to detect faint cracks in ecstasy, if you will, is the expression of the Church."

"Well..."

"It's not the same area of God's senses you felt in your last life, but it's beyond the limits of the senses allowed for humans to reach a known sense of smell and transcendence. In other words, it's an essential ability to become an absolute master."

"......!!"

I cried out in excitement just in case.

"Then, I too will enter the Underworld...!!"

"No, that's not it."

Yi Chung Un, who spoke decisively, waved his hand.

"The paint itself is often occupied by super-pretty masters. There are only a few people who can recognize and utilize it. You can also see that the Black Horse used to perceive the dangers of the wallpaper as painting."

"Ah."

Something like that happened. Then, painting is a requirement for the Great Territory, but it is not proof that it has risen to the Great Territory. I convinced him to nod and Lee Chung Un continued.

"If you go up to the Great Territory and sharpen the transcendent paint, you will be the hardest in the moonlight system of the sword girl Dongbin."

"The moonlight system!"

A sense of transcendence that will not be ambushed by any prior art and will respond at all speeds!

In theory, she was the only one who fully mastered the moonlight system I knew. When I shed my elasticity, Lee Chung Un said bitterly.

"... the [Eye] of the moonlight system is not something you can achieve as a human being. It's literally called life and death. Neither I nor the bishop will have a choice in the performance of 50 years. It's a pitch line."

"I see."

"All I lack for you is the emotion and the senses that transcend the unsub's realm. However, since I've only heard the look of paint from my long performance and experience, it should be easy to learn how to use a Lightning Bolt."

Pa 'at

I took Lee Chung Un and returned to the dragon song. Turning back, the singularity pulls out an old book from the temple and reads it, and as I rumble into the room, he raises his hand forward.

"Enough. Let's start training later."

"Yes."

He reads the book quietly for a while. I went out of the room and meditated until he finished reading the book. After a long time, solitude came out of the room and he asked me a question.

"How familiar are you with cerebral nephrectomy?"

I was reminded of Lee Chung Un's advice.

'To be honest, I told him not to mention obsidian or anything related to his past life.'

I told solitude about my accomplishments so far. Then the singularity seemed to amaze me.

"Yes... open it up."

Pavabat

I spread a pile of herbs from brain biopsies to full moon, new brain dragons, and new brain biopsies. It wasn't once or twice, and I couldn't make a mistake because it had been polished in practice for a long time. The singularity that was watching my sword demonstration said.

"Excellent. Looks like you're done. However, it seems that there is not enough skill to accept the lightning bolt during the Sword of BrainDragon, and the Sword of Necromancer is still clumsy. Maybe we should focus on that."

"Please take good care of it."

I did not feel scared or dangerous because it was a training course I already knew. My heart fluttered with a palpitation and confidence that if I tried calmly, I could get enough lightning. I suddenly remembered and asked Solitude.

"What book did you see in the temple?"

Then the singularity said.

"I did not tell you that the original owner of this temple belongs to the House of Hatek, the turkey of the Confederacy."

"Yes."

"The House of the Blessed was a disciple of the Breeding Tree. Do you have any idea what he was like in life?"

"I don't know."

I answered honestly and explained after my solitude.

"The House of Hataek was a person who condemned the Divine Spirit and raised his master as a stepfather in order to raise the male sex line of the comet and bring down the divine Spirit's North. He was originally a disciple of a Legendary Beast, so he was like a filthy traitor."

"Ah!"

I have never had this conversation with solitude. I had no choice but to hear the details of the House of House. I was curious.

"Do you mean to say that the House of Hawaii is such an ugly person?"

"He was the one who accumulated the unclean wealth and sold it to the imperial court by selling spies to peasants who didn't want to lose the military when he was born."

"... I can't call it bad luck. The comet of the breeders is well known to the public."

I said honest impressions. Then the singularity smiled strangely.

"What if it's not bad luck?"

"Bad guy."

"Huh-huh-huh. I thought like you before I came to this temple."

"Yes?"

Solitude stopped laughing after a while and said.

"Anyway, let's practice for now. If you get to the minefield, I'll teach you something interesting, as a servant's apprentice."