episode_0020

Sympathy.

A term used to refer to a person, male or female, who has no sexual experience.

But if there is a reason why men come to mind first when talking about sympathy, it is naturally due to the influence of some martial arts.

Child’s achievements.

By maintaining a state of sympathy, the owner of this internal energy technique can condense powerful yang energy into the dantian.

Any man would know.

What happens when it builds up in your body?

When it builds up, it is bound to be discharged, and this is also proof that you are a healthy man.

Dongjagong is considered a martial art in the martial arts world that is not particularly shameful or strange.

Dongjagong is basically a method of internal energy that builds up yang energy by abstaining from sexual intercourse.

Even those who have previously practiced such acts can accumulate yang energy through long-term abstinence, and those who are virgins can accumulate yang energy even more easily.

Instead, when abstinence is lifted, that is, when the yang energy is liberated, the yang energy that has accumulated in the body is dispersed out of the body through the opening of the pupil.

In fact, with just one yin-yang combination, or with one hand gesture that you solve yourself, you can lose all the internal energy that you have accumulated over several years or even decades.

So, the feeling of losing something is strong when we say that one has lost sympathy, and it is difficult to think of losing sympathy as ‘gaining’ something.

Of course, there may be a sense of self-satisfaction that comes from ‘trying it’, but there has never been a case like mine.

If there had been, the story would have remained, whether in books or legends.

There is a man for whom everything flowing inside his body has become a ‘miracle’ since he became a man in the true sense of the word.

I knew the reason.

But what’s important is not the trigger, but the influence it has.

How far will the Mo Yong-se family go with the so-called ‘miracle’ and how will they utilize it?

How far can miracles go?

Can a man be turned into a woman, like the legendary Kyuhwabojeon?

If you sprinkle the poison of extreme yang on a dead person, will their heart start beating again and they come back to life?

If I spit on the head of a bald person whose hair roots have all been blown away, will the hair grow back?

Indeed, how far does the miracle go?

“Will hide.”

The swordsman made a decision.

The decision of the Black Swordsman is the decision of the Moryong Family, and it is the direction I must follow.

“The miracle is the treatment of varicose veins and the return of women to their youth. I will set the limit to just that.”

My body, a miracle brought about by the extreme positive energy.

Let’s stop trying to figure out how far that miracle will go.

“The situation is already causing a stir throughout the Central Plains just by treating arrhythmia. What’s more, it has the side effect of causing relapse. Its influence is so great that it caused an accident.”

“Are you saying that we should let the world know that it has no further effects than arrhythmia and rheumatoid arthritis?”

“We don’t even need to let them know, let’s just drive the nail in.”

I understand.

“Okay, I will follow.”

There is no need for us to come out and brag about ‘it has this effect’.

” Rep. Seok. Do you know how many women in the same condition as ‘Yu Gi-yeon’ are currently in the entire Central Plains?”

“Are you talking about women who are not twenty years old but have arrhythmias, that is, women who are waiting for the day they die?”

“That’s right.”

“…I believe there are at least forty.”

Officially, of the 108 women, approximately forty were still alive past the age of twenty.

The rest are all women under 20 years old.

The age of those suffering from glaucoma is known to range from as young as seven to as old as thirty-five.

“Those who are over twenty years old are those whose blood vessels are relatively less closed, not to the level of the nine-syllable vein. Thanks to this, they can live until they are forty.”

“Yes. Those women will come to Mo Yong-se one by one. You will have to ‘persuade’ them. ”

“Persuasion?”

“Yes. Knowing satisfaction. In the case of Yu Gi-yeon, it was a very special case, and we should brainwash her that the extreme Yang Ji-hwan is only effective for arrhythmia.”

“Brainwashing.”

“If.”

The swordsman pretended to cut off his own arm.

“If a patient with venous thrombosis were to appear without an arm, and the arm grew back after receiving the Geukyangjihwan, how would you respond?”

“…….”

One-armed patient with arrhythmia.

Not only did my varicose veins get better, but my arms grew back?

That too would be a miracle.

“You must have a sense of humor to say something like that. Yes, maybe a miracle can happen. Maybe…”

The sword pointed to the floor.

“Even the dead may be resurrected. Unless they have been dead for a short time, or the blood has not clotted in their head, let alone their heart.”

“I understand what you mean. You are saying that we shouldn’t do experiments.”

“That’s right.”

The black sword pointed at my head.

“You are a person with excellent medical skills and enjoy studying and analyzing certain phenomena.”

“…….”

“Accumulating knowledge is of course desirable, but sometimes knowing too much can be poisonous.”

Geomseong continued speaking, his eyes tightly shut.

“…Like me now.”

“That.”

“I will place the Ilseonggeom and the Leeseonggeom in the medicine hall and here at Seongnakwon.”

Behind the sword, two swords made of steel floated up.

“Everything you and my daughter do will be passed on to me in this place where the energy of the Ilseong Sword and the Leeseong Sword spreads.”

I feel a little embarrassed to ask how that is possible.

One. A master who is considered to be the best in the world, and perhaps the best of all time, unfolds his amazing skills and finds out everything that happens in the garden.

Two. Bring the dead back to life.

…the latter is of course not confirmed yet and may not actually be possible, but it is obvious which one is more ‘nonsensical’.

“…I won’t touch the inner quarters of Seongnakwon or your room in the medicine hall.”

The swordsman’s voice trembled for a moment.

“Keep in mind. My eyes are on everything except that place, and my ears are open.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. But-”

“If my daughter knew that, wouldn’t she attack you in a place where I could clearly see and hear her?”

“…….”

“Tell your daughter that I will be watching her everywhere except here in Seongnakwon and in the private room of the doctor of medicine, Seok. If she engages in any indecent behavior…”

Geomseong opened his eyes wide and sternly declared.

“…I won’t make a long story short.”

* * *

After returning to the medicine hall from the separate building, Seongnakwon.

“Did your father say that?”

“That’s right.”

I relayed to Mo Yongseol all the conversations I had with Geomseong.

“Hmm.”

“Why are you like that, my lady.”

“If I touch, suck, and lick you, what can my father do to me?”

“…….”

I had a feeling this would happen, so I held back my words in front of Geomseong.

I guess the swordsmanship was expected to some extent.

What kind of personality does your daughter have?

“I’m telling you to be careful. If you act too affectionately like that, people will say you’re ugly.”

“Whose daughter is she?”

Mo Yong-seol puffs out his cheeks and expresses his discontent.

“After winning the Yongbong branch, I kissed my mother in front of everyone.”

hmm.

what.

When you ask people at the time, the story that Geomseong Mo Yongcheon became a ‘legend’ in many ways in the history of love between men and women is a story that will immediately come out.

The anecdote that Mo Yong-seol told is the most representative one, and is one that can be told in a public place.

“My father and mother set sail on a boat on the Dongjing Lake in the Yangtze River at night-”

“For the sake of the honor of the Sword Master, let’s stop at that.”

It’s a story that those who know it know, but it’s also a story that those who don’t know it have never heard.

“Instead, I’d like to talk about something else. Since this is my room, where even the Sword Master can’t hear, I think we can talk more closely.”

“Oh, wait a minute.”

Mo Yongseol turned his head toward the mirror and looked at his face several times.

“I’m ready, sir.”

“…um.”

It’s obvious what you’re thinking, but unfortunately right now isn’t the time to do it.”

“Young lady.”

“Yes, sir. How about this time, I-”

“The Black Star judged that my ‘miracle’ would allow those who absorbed what came from my body to have their ‘desires’ granted.”

“…….”

Mo Yong-seol’s body, which was about to approach me, froze.

“The self-examination question is that Yu Gi-yeon was cured of varicose veins. That’s because she wanted varicose veins to disappear from her body.”

“Representative.”

“The reason why Geom-hu returned to the human world again was because she truly wanted to return to her 20-year-old body. She also wanted to have a body that could give birth to a child.”

“Congressman?”

Mo Yongseol came over to me while I was sitting on the chair and sat down as if facing me.

“What did you really wish for at that time?”

“Hmm.”

Mo Yongseol caressed my face and then buried me in his arms.

“Congressman, are you very tired?”

“…….”

It’s a trap.

I know it’s a trap, but it’s a trap you can’t avoid.

” You’re a smart person, Congressman. Actually, I realized it after the inspector returned to his original state…”

“Young lady.”

“What the?!”

When I put my hand on Murong Xue’s waist, Murong Xue was startled and stepped back.

“Hey, if you say that as if you’re breathing out…!”

“Just because I said I was cured, did you think I would leave for other women?”

“That’s….”

“You think I’m going to stay here and take responsibility for treating a woman who isn’t fully healed, and you’re trying to keep me here?”

“…….”

Mo Yongseol put his hand on my shoulder and didn’t say anything for a while.

“Young lady.”

“…Can’t we expect such a miracle?”

Mo Yongseol stroked my head and squeezed it slightly and firmly.

“The miracle of the congressman thinking only of me and loving only me without caring about others.”

“Young lady.”

“How…can’t it work?”

“No way.”

“……!!”

Mo Yongseol was so shocked that his body froze.

“It’s already happened, so there’s no way a miracle can happen again.”

At my words, he immediately bit his lower lip.

“…It was bad.”

“It’s bad here.”

Kwaaak.

“Ouch?!”

“A patient who wanted ‘treatment’ rather than ‘complete cure’ because he was afraid that I would leave.”

“…….”

The difference between Mo Yong-seol and Yoo Ki-yeon.

Treatment and improvement of condition and cure.

This is because both of them were patients with the same arrhythmia, but their desired degree was different.

Rather, it was because the person who had lived more painfully with the palpitation wished for the palpitation to continue, even if only slightly.

“Don’t do that.”

“Representative.”

“If you promise, I will grant you whatever wish you desire.”

“……Really?”

Mo Yongseol let out a deep sigh.

“I’ll believe you. As always.”

“Thank you. …But, how can it hurt if someone like me grabs it?”

“Ehehehe….”

When I grabbed one of Murong Xue’s cheeks, Murong Xue smiled bashfully and threw his arm over my shoulder.

“…Can I really believe that?”

“Of course. If you’re really worried, I’ll brainwash myself into doing that. ”

I locked eyes with Murong Xue and linked pinkies as Murong Xue tried to grab my hand.

“My miracles can only happen after I share love with you. It is only because you are here that I can create miracles.”

“……I really hope that happens.”

“You never know. It might really happen. So….”

I grabbed Mo Yongseol’s waist and straightened up from the chair-

“…Young lady?”

Kwuk.

Mo Yongseol’s feet wrap around the back of the chair.

“Are you going to bed?”

“No, that.”

“I’m fine with this….”

“…….”

How can a mere congressman escape when a master of the highest order is physically oppressing me?

I quietly buried my face in Mo Yongseol’s arms.

* * *

Geum Se-rin, the Sword Princess, or rather, the Sword Princess, moved her feet without anyone hearing her.

Must be informed.

Now, about the ugly behavior of a woman under the medical office.

-Kidnapping….

-…hijacking….

Since the Sword of the Black Emperor was here anyway, the Black Emperor would know the situation, but since the Black Emperor knew, there was someone he could consult with first.

however.

“……!!”

In front of a room on the third floor of the medical building.

A blue steel sword was leaning against the wall.

The sword was hanging limply against the wall, as if it had taken the form of a sword made of cloth.

“What the heck-”

Chlapak, the distance is ‘vibration’.

“……Oh, ohhoho.”

After the examination-

“Oops.”

Geumhee quickly suppressed her own laughter that was about to burst out.

“…There’s nothing more important than this, so I’ll come see you after I’m done.”

I turned around and looked at the nameplate written in front of Representative Seok’s private office.

Undergoing treatment.

“…Sometimes, being a master of the current situation is truly a sad thing.”

When you become a high-level expert, the exterior walls of a building are nothing to you.

All I can do is ignore it and pretend like nothing happened.

“By the way, oh my gosh.”

Geumhee Geumserin blushed at the vibrations transmitted through the floor.

“A female master is so fiercely attached to someone who hasn’t even properly learned martial arts… Oh my, young people these days…”

Gulp.

“…Ahem, everyone does that these days. Yes. Ahem. New generation, new woman. That kind of thing. Ahem.”

Geomhee’s knowledge has increased.