episode_0508

It was the balance of power that the Qing envisioned in its own way.

In a life-or-death situation, the opponent is the ultimate?

One-on-one work is no longer a matter of life or death.

It was not arrogance, but an objective level that I understood based on countless experiences.

It is commonly said that there is no high or low in martial arts, and if you learn any martial arts deeply, the ultimate destination is the completion of martial arts.

Just as all waterways flow and eventually meet in the sea (歸宗guijong), this is what is meant by the term “manyyuguijong”.

But is that really the case?

No, it’s ridiculous to begin with.

If a rusty iron sword with all its teeth missing collides with a new sword forged from cloud iron, do you really need to try it to find out the result?

In the first place, it is difficult to qualify to say that there is no merit in martial arts.

A guy who has mastered a new skill says something like that?

That bastard is just saying that he has learned a new skill.

A guy who has mastered third-rate martial arts says this?

How does that bastard know if there is a difference when he has never used a new technique?

It would be plausible if someone who learned third-rate martial arts and became a famous super expert said it.

People are mean and treacherous, so they are thinking these thoughts in their hearts.

That’s right for a talented bastard!

Therefore, new skills are the fastest way to perfection.

It will elevate ordinary people into gifted people, gifted people into geniuses, and geniuses into immortals.

How many such magical talents does the Qing have?

If it doesn’t have a purple border, it’s not a new skill, and if it has a gold border, it’s not even worth learning.

There are also ignorant skills.

Isn’t the Qigyeong eight veins cleaned with reverse root water mirrors so powerful and strong that they literally turned the chamber upside down?

Adding to it the greatest strength of all time, it is truly the icing on the cake, a silky flower.

Or the icing on the cake.

It is shaped like a strong and strong steel elephant with fire added to it.

In other words, she is like a fire-breathing elephant.

Who in the world would overcome such a monster?

So, even if it is a one-on-one life-or-death situation, Cheong has nothing to gain.

Even if there are two people, if you destroy one in the first battle and only one remains, it’s not a very difficult choice to choose between two or one.

So there are three people.

Three people would be a difficult enough choice.

And one-on-one with Hwa-kyung.

To be honest, I’m a little scared.

However, I think that if I endure that much, I will be able to go beyond transcendence (omitted) and reach the world of peace.

In fact, I thought that there would be no real rival to the Murim Hang at this level, but it is written that the destroyer of the world is walking around the world.

If it’s the final battle, shouldn’t we just quietly wait in the throne room until the challenger comes?

In the world, does it make sense for me to wander around alone and meet by chance, even twice?

Of course, Eon Yeon-young may feel unfair.

Can’t I move around?

And the second time, I went to see his face because someone was impersonating him, so it’s not a coincidence.

But Cheong is clearly feeling unfair.

You can’t run the world like this.

And it’s urgent.

I need strength.

First of all, if we take pictures of the flower landscape, go around the cliff wall and complete the Dokgogu sword, then wouldn’t even Hyeongyeong be out of sight?

You are not allowed to wear your mouth.

Even if we ignore a single area of land (which is not what a military officer is planning to do), we will have to achieve the level of the area to at least create a loophole.

When it comes to speaking up, honestly, I don’t think it would be too much to go to the point of going crazy with my subject.

After stopping by Hangzhou, I will go to the Gaebong Murim Alliance and ask about the Jiangshi.

Doesn’t Eon Yeon-yeong know too much about her Jiangshi?

No matter how famous the Jiangshi is, even if she is the right girl from the Jinju family, how do you know how the Jiangshi feels?

Wow, I know Nyeonyeong very well. Are you by any chance a Jiangshi?

Of course, there may not be correct information.

Because Gangseosul is someone’s vision.

It’s like asking the Murim Alliance about the poison of the Tang family.

Still, if you’re on the same side, I can at least give you some advice.

While Cheong was lost in thought, the warriors were unable to come to their senses as they made a loud noise and declared that they should attack him if he was tempted.

“Transcendent three? One-on-one with Hwa-kyung?”

“No, what kind of bullshit is that.”

The warriors who hear this are just astonished.

If several people attack one, it is a mean-spirited attack! Also, if an expert hits a subordinate, wouldn’t they criticize him for being mean-spirited?

And according to the strict laws of the Central Plains, it is the same as saying that one can feel free to take revenge on a despicable act.

If you win like that, what will happen afterward?

Retaliation for being the best among women comes second.

The angry Murim Alliance declares martial arts and announces that they will be killed as soon as they are discovered.

And is that what you’re going to do if you bring in the military right away?

What kind of life-or-death situation would it be if I left behind the soldiers who were on my side in the first place?

If you’re in a hurry, will you intervene, and if you win, will artillery fire be launched in retaliation?

Unfortunately, I think this level of competition was fair for Cheong, but for the martial arts fighters, it was fucking, really fucking shit.

So there is no one who hesitates and asks for life or death just by looking at people’s opinions.

This continues until Cheong wakes up from his long thoughts.

what? Don’t you attack me?

then? I have to go, whatever.

“I don’t think there’s anyone who wants to challenge me to a fight. Well then, I’ll just leave. General, shall we go now?”

“Hmm. Jockey!”

The warriors are dumbfounded again.

No, you said that the path you took happened to be the same?

Should I go? Isn’t it obvious that we are going together?

As the flag flutters and the soldiers confidently approach the gate, the warriors who had been blocking the path spread out to the left and right to clear the way.

Absurdity is absurdity, and I don’t want to touch a moving trap that sends three legs flying if I touch it.

However, wouldn’t there be a single warrior standing in the gap between the left and right sides, pretending to have a stylish posture?

Dokgo-geom, a familiar face in Cheongdo, is no longer Dok-go-geom, Jong Jeong-pil.

Manjeoksal Wi Da-myeong pretended to know.

“No, my brother, since when has it been there?”

“It’s been there from the beginning.”

“No, if you come, you should first say hello. Does your younger brother pretend not to notice you even when he sees you? Jongjeong, you shouldn’t behave like that. Even if it’s not your brother, if you see someone you know, you should approach them first and say hello and ask how they are doing. Even if the relationship is in vain, the only thing that remains in the end is the relationship. So, have you also dated a bit? How old are you and are you still single?”

“Um.”

It was Jong Jeong-pil who was somber and was trying hard to set the mood.

However, Cheong did not miss the way Jong Jeong-pil’s eyes were fluttering.

“People cannot live alone. If you have a companion, a home and a family to return to, then your martial arts skills will increase significantly. I’m always quiet, so I just keep my mouth shut and act like it doesn’t matter, right now, just like that. Don’t do that, well, it’s better, I’ll try to set up a place for you sometime next month. First of all, you have to meet a woman before you can meet a woman in the eye or in the stomach, fall in love, or have a child.”

It was nagging that poured out like rapid fire.

No, that old man was a nice, polite middle-aged man who even used polite words towards me earlier, but is he suddenly meddling endlessly like a lady in the neighborhood?

Of course, there were people like that.

He’s polite and cool when you don’t know him well.

A person who cannot tolerate ‘well-intentioned advice’ after becoming friends with endless meddling and nagging.

“I can still see it now, no, when did you wear those clothes? No, let’s just look at it. Wasn’t this the same outfit I saw at the concert last year? Human, no matter how much substance is more important than appearance, it is true. Just as it takes a lot of effort to cook a dish that tastes ornately decorated, you also have to cook it in a nice way so that women will follow you. If you walk around like a half-beggar like that, the woman you were trying to date will be very disgusted… … ”

Cheong seemed to know why Jong Jeong-pil did not pretend to know Wei Da-myeong.

Even if it were me, I think I would want to pretend not to know.

I think maybe Manjeoksal Daehyup is someone who doesn’t seem to know anything no matter where he goes.

Cheong’s gaze is somehow pitiful.

Jong Jeong-pil, who noticed him, looked at Cheong with his characteristic indifferent expression.

Some kind of connection without knowing it? Or, it was a look mixed with something like an appeal.

“Keuhum. Dear Daehyeop, I understand that you had a special meeting with your brother whom you haven’t seen in a long time, but I guess the Emperor Daehyeop had some business for me so you didn’t stay?”

“Oops. Look at my mind. Looks like I’ve been tricked again. Oh, maybe next time, maybe later, we can have dinner together. I’m doing this because I’m thinking of my younger brother, so don’t listen to me like I’m nagging.”

It’s a perfect Wida name, even to the end of nagging.

Jong Jeong-pil, who was liberated in this way, slightly nodded his head again to Cheong and expressed his gratitude.

And then he opens his mouth and pauses for a moment.

And then he looks at Cheong with somewhat sad eyes.

“ Originally, I just wanted to ask Cheon Hwa-geom about his true intentions regarding Manmin Communist Alliance, but now that I think about it, it is not a light topic worth discussing in such a chaotic place.”

Cheong tilts his head.

What is Manmin Communist League?

Everyone practices together?

“So, I would like to ask about the development and further completion of the entire martial arts community through the common ownership of righteousness and martial arts in the world. Could you please accompany me for a moment and have a serious conversation?”

No, why is this guy really red?

By the way, it was somehow sad.

It seemed like he wanted to avoid dinner.

Cheong wondered what to do for a moment.

Shouldn’t we stop this before a real communist is born?

If you think about it, I think I planted the seed, so I have to take care of it.

“Yes. Please do so.”

Jongjeongpil nods his thanks, then quickly walks over and takes a seat next to Cheong.

The problem was that Cheong was riding a handsome white horse, and the general horse named White Ro was showing off his style with his head held high.

So, Jong Jeong-pil, who was standing next to him, somehow ended up looking like a servant who had to hold the reins.

—-

Cheong subdued the spirit of the Heavenly Demon, the first Heavenly Demon, and as a superior, he could summon it at will.

The so-called Qing’s true secret, the final drinking trick that has not yet been shown to friends, is the secret technique, the summoning of the Heavenly Demon.

For reference, when I showed it to Seomun Surin, I was severely punished, so I have not yet been able to use it to spice up a drinking party.

And as a provincial commander, Wang Ssangryong possessed similar types of summoning techniques and special moves.

Summon an official in that name!

However, this could be said to be a much more arduous study than summoning the Blue Demon.

The Cheong has to be called directly to bring out the Heavenly Demon Spirit, but the provincial commander is automatically activated just by entering the neighborhood, and the officials who take care of it come to you with gifts.

It’s like workers digging up minerals from the blue blood, a traditional game of the Korean people and old electronic entertainment.

So, as soon as we arrived at the reserve military facility or fort station that exists in every city, there was a fat man who warmly welcomed the group.

“Oh my, the old commander! I am so happy that you come and go like this! Since you are a general who is busy with the affairs of the country, isn’t he truly a loyal subject for eternity and a great blessing to the imperial family?”

A loyal and capable general is a blessing to the country because his mere presence establishes military order and prevents enemies from approaching.

That’s exactly what the fat guy said.

“Kuhm.”

Wang Ssangryong cleared his throat.

Normally, I would laugh loudly and say, “Yes, I am the general!” I would praise myself, but

The imperial family, at this point, Wang Ssangryong became a little, no, very uncomfortable.

You bastard, what would happen to me if you say something like that when your mom is next to you!

The fat man and the landowner’s eyes tremble at that.

what? I thought, did I make a mistake?

The landowner of Chamdoro is a very high-ranking official who rules over a large city and the entire region.

Of course, compared to the city commander who oversees the military of the entire Shandong Province, he is a weak being, no better than a lowborn citizen.

So I have no choice but to pay attention.

“Wow. General. You are very respected! Indeed, I thought you were capable because the military is elite,”

Wang Ssangryong’s expression was as bright as the sun.

“No, no, what are you talking about? Let’s give a word of praise.”

It was Wang Ssang-ryong who could barely suppress the respect that automatically came out because there was something like a beggar in his seat (Jong Jeong-pil).

The landowner also immediately noticed this delicate relationship.

A landowner is a low-class citizen compared to a provincial commander. At this level, we can boast that our ancestors from generation to generation were landowners, and that our family is a family of landowners. This is a very, very high official position.

And if you are a high-ranking official of the current imperial dynasty, you basically have a ten-thousand sense of insight and an amazing ability to understand the relationship between superiors and subordinates at a glance.

This is the so-called magical eye of management, or divine eye.

“Hehe, thank you for your hard work on your way here! I have prepared a small drinking table to reward my hard work in a small way, so please attend and grace the occasion.”

Even though his body and gaze were directed at Wang Ssangryong, Cheong somehow felt as if he was speaking to me.

This is the fear of management!

He possesses strange abilities that cannot be explained by either the common sense of the central plains or the modern science of his hometown!

For example, such non-directional communication, a spirit worker who exists in the list but has no substance and yet receives blessings, forgives the sins of the guilty, wealth that springs up from somewhere and accumulates even though there is no source, etc… …

“Wow, drinking during an operation-”

gulp. The sound of Cheong swallowing saliva.

“Oh my, I’m thirsty! Can the thirst of the captain be quenched with water? Jiju Daein, I will gratefully accept it!”

The general suddenly became very thirsty.

How loud can the sound of swallowing saliva be?

Although it was small and weak, it was large and magnificent for Wang Ssangryong.

This can be said to be the mysterious ability of management.

Wang Ssangryong will probably remember this conversation for a long time.

Mom likes to drink. important.

Like this, breast stay, day after day from today.