Amcheon Township
I brought Cheonwoojin and gave him Obsidian to remember. Then Cheon Woojin made a blatantly suspicious face, but accepted that he had to convince him that telepathy was okay. I would not have been persuaded to accept it, but I accepted it because I was my colleague for two years because of the scout.
Woong.
When Cheonwoojin accepted the memory, he opened his eyes in a daze and looked at me.
"Son of a bitch... How many times are you going to use me?"
"Understand, Priest. The Hundred Hundred..."
"I know. Maybe he's the one who's going to save humanity from God."
Cheonwoojin spoke in a very trivial voice.
"Dammit! I can't believe the fate of humans... for this guy."
"......"
"I haven't acknowledged you yet. But I'll make sure of it for two years."
Cheonwoojin, who murmured bitterly, was still angry, but he didn't seem to be going anywhere. They are aware of the situation they are in. I sighed in relief and told Choon Woo-jin.
"Chunwoojin. I have a question."
"What is it?"
"If we push the boundaries of alchemy to the extreme, will it work for the gods?"
This was a question that could only be asked by Choon Woo-jin, one of the most illustrious martial artists in the Middle East. It is because it is possible to compare power with God because Cheonwoojin has reached the limit of alchemy.
"Hmm, that question..."
Cheon Woo-jin leaned back against the chair.
"It works."
"It works!"
"Alchemy is also, in fact, the power of God. It is also one of the power of Emperor Oze because it is a magic technique that comes from his arm. In other words, the magicians may also refer to it as a different form of Buddha statue."
Cheon Woo-jin told me a different perspective.
"I know that there are examples of him actually holding God. Even fresh ones use alcoholic technique. Ancient ships used to gather and seal up powerful Gods."
"Really? Who is that?"
"I don't know, because it's a rumor floating in the heavens. But when the drinking gets to the point, it's clear that God has a needle in him."
Then telemetry said,
"Priest. Can a priest then cast a feat of magic on the gods?"
"......"
Cheonwoojin was silent and worried. It seemed like a matter of great concern to him as well. Choon Woo-jin who had been thinking for a long time said.
"I can defend myself by increasing my strength thanks to my new heat, but I don't have any tricks to give God a critical hit. If you develop it artificially, you'll be able to make it, but you'll have to study Necromancy for at least a few hundred years."
"I see..."
Cheonwoojin said as if drawing a line.
"I can't help it if the plates get big enough to fight the Demon King or the Apostle like last year. At that time, I'll only focus on protecting one of my own."
It seemed selfish, but it was also a realistic limit. Even if Cheonwoojin fights the Demon King or the Apostles, he cannot give us a clear victory. Mangosteen said.
"Priest. I want you to teach me the art while I stay here."
"I understand."
"And sooner or later, when the Three Generations converge, we have to detect it with natural magic."
"That's what I thought. We can do enough."
After recruiting Cheonwoojin, I went to see Jegalsa, and she looked upset.
"Two years? That's all you got?"
"I tried to stretch it as much as I could, but the scouts made an assertion..."
"Damn. A humble man should work like a dog for 10 years. Otherwise, it's too much to resist the twelve Commandments or the Hungarian Church in the future..."
Zegalsa, who was grumbling, said.
"I can't help it. As of today, stop studying alchemy and learn to drink from Chunwoojin along with your talent."
"Huh?! It's so sudden."
"The foundations of alchemy have been laid for a year anyway. You could use some in your next life.
I've been studying to master the land, so I think it's time for me to practice my craft. "
"Hmmm..."
"You never studied how to sell alcohol properly. It is beneficial to learn how to drink as much as possible during the two years of Choon Woo-jin Hwan Hwan Hwan's stay in the chorus."
I felt happy inside.
"I'm tired of studying alchemy, too. Good!" '
I feel like I'm practicing a combination of minerals and herbs because I'm stuck in a hundred days. Then my heart started pounding because I could study something new. However, I felt a bit disturbed that the teacher was a humble one. It shouldn't usually be painful to learn from someone who shows discomfort without even trying.
And from that day on, I learned to drink from Cheonwoojin. I was busy preparing for a three-way meeting, so I learned one-on-one by myself. Cheonwoojin explicitly disliked it, saying.
"Even if you learn to drink, you must have a goal. What's the point of learning to drink?"
"I want to use a technique to defeat [Old Master] someday!"
When I answered confidently, Cheonwoojin smiled coldly.
"Damn it. Don't bullshit me. Tell me the realistic goals I can achieve in 100 years. I'll make progress on that."
"......"
I felt offended when I was humiliated by bullshit all of a sudden, but it's also true that I said too much. I thought about it for a while and said,
"I want to achieve my peace and quiet skills while saving the best of my Yin ." "
"Are you sure the phonography you received from Jeolluk is still in your body?"
"Yes."
"You know your place better than I thought. So, what do we do now?"
"Uh... I haven't had much practice."
I answered honestly. It was not because it was too much to attract talents that were not there until now and put only one of them on the ground. I heard that I am less skilled at drinking than shaman, so I haven't spent a lot of time on alcohol. Then Cheon Woojin thought for a moment and said,
"You've lived dozens of lives, secretly accumulating a lot of spiritual energy. I gained spiritual strength by holding the goods I received from Gumiho for ten years, and I gained spiritual power and spiritual intelligence every time I raised my demand. At this point, your purely spiritual abilities are at the mercy of a high magician."
"Oh!"
"The fundamental potential of alchemy is high."
Why would he give me such a good judgement? I was delighted, but Cheonwoojin continued.
"But you'll never be able to master a technique that requires complex inspiration. You probably won't be able to use advanced technique for 50 years. You're not supposed to be a magician. A brilliant mind, but completely contrary to the death penalty of a lesser born spirituality."
"......"
"That's why the religion of pacifism doesn't really suit you. Peace magic requires a lot of natural brains and talents."
"So what do you want me to do?"
Chunwoojin folded his arms.
"It's not like there's never been a case like you in the history of alchemy. In other words, you are a natural magician who can wield only natural strength. You'd be right to think of it as a practicing practitioner who inherited the bloodline of the Shinma. Then it is best to broaden and pierce the path with Yin Purity, reach the limit first, and then use that skill level to even learn pacifism."
"You don't know pacifism now."
I understood Chunwoojin's words and asked questions.
"How do you use your psychic powers to break through?"
"Since the innate Yin is a child, ordinary human beings have a special power that is hard to learn. It is also an attribute that goes beyond normal yin and yang. Therefore, it is more important that you increase your fetal potential to a steady training."
Cheonwoojin stretched his finger and pointed to a jagged cliff near the chords.
"Starting today, you will meditate on the edge of that cliff, raising your consciousness every night. It's not just sitting all day, it's working on breathing techniques that I teach you from childhood to manhood, where the energy of negative energy is strongest."
"Got it."
"And the rest of the time, I'll look at your lame-ass basic tricks."
"Do I really have to do that?"
"So it's not rubbish?"
"......"
I couldn't say anything because Cheonwoojin really thought my level was rubbish, not to curse. I changed my inner teeth.
'Dammit! What do I do with my talent?'
Can't you just work hard and be strong from now on?
I grumbled and went up the mountain to implement the recipe of the name that Cheonwoojin taught me. On the first day, Choon Woo-jin went up with me to check on my phonography.
Woowoo -
As the strength of the fetus and the cunning were boiling in my body, blue light was hovering around my body. Choon Woo-jin, who was watching it from behind, said.
"Slowly advance your inner power."
Shut up!
Cheonwoojin suddenly hit me on the head with a death blow. I could have avoided it, but I was forced to act rashly during my training. Cheonwoojin was publicly irritated.
"Why are you raising your spirituality? Why are we doing this?"
"Ugh... Two similar passageways..."
"If you're going to master both the art and the art, you need to distinguish. Re-engineer your breathing."
Ta-da.
Ta-da.
It took me decades to get beaten to death by Cheonwoojin, and I could barely keep up with my breathing. Chunwoojin said.
"The stronger the moon's energy, the faster it will progress. It means it's best in the full moon."
"Shouldn't you be training in the sacred month or the Monday?"
"It doesn't matter. It works a little at night."
"How long before you can develop your phonography skills?"
In answer to my question, Cheon Woo-jin seemed to be looking at my career. And he said,
"If we go to this trend every day, it's about 250 years... after that, we'll be able to use phonography. You should be able to naturally learn pacifism."
"... are you kidding me?"
"Are you kidding me?"
Cheon Woo-jin was not joking.
"......"
It takes 250 years to become an alcoholic after meditating on a cliff at night for three o'clock every day! When I lost my horse to panic, Cheonwoojin said.
"But you have good conditions. Normally, if a human being wants to grow his psychic powers in nothing, he would have to practice 200 years in Young Mountain. Even now, the training for 200 years has been reduced."
"Ha…"
"God's banquet is amazing with just one bite. Those devils who clean up will envy you one by one."
"Is there any way I can buy you more time?"
I said in a sad voice.
"No matter how hard I try, I can't train for 250 years!"
If you train a pulmonary tube for half a year or a year, you will be ruined. Some people go crazy after ten years of training. If it was 250 years, I was sure it would be completely out of my mind. It was time for the monsters to stay, so they might be able to train like that, but I wasn't.
Cheonwoojin continued to look at fools.
"What do I know? You're on your own."
"Ugh..."
Yeah, he was always like this. I trained in the practice of phonography and basic technique for a full night from Cheonwoojin's awkward gaze.
And just after a little more than a full moon, telemetry convened the meeting.
"The time has finally come."
He said, empowering.
"Tomorrow! There will be a three-way conference at the Fall of the Capital. The Soviet bishop, the baron, and the twelve shareholders must all be involved."