episode_0536

This primitive ancient martial arts world is a world of barbaric and vicious thugs.

It’s different from Cheong’s hometown.

Resentment doesn’t just end up in words and end up as burned firewood, leaving ashes in your heart.

A world where proof is made by cutting with a sharp knife so that there is no end to regret.

To the Qing, the Central Plains people are a bit extreme, what should I say?

Are you good at controlling bipolar sociability selective?

They are kinder to those who are close to them and those who are strong than any other people in the world, but to those they do not know and those who are weak, there are no such barbaric and cruel bastards.

The colors of Acheong’s martial forest and Seomuncheong’s martial forest are different.

If you think about it, before you entered the priesthood, the world was just a gloomy, dark, murky den of evil, nothing more or less.

I don’t know how it is that a highly distributed female disciple of the martial arts faction can make living in the world so dramatically easier.

However, this is because the blue is strong.

Even at the peak, I already had no opponents of my age, and when I reached the height of transcendence, well, no one could stop me except the real monsters.

But what about my friends?

If I could, I would like to put something like enlightenment into their brains, like something unknown and cosmic in the shape of a screen.

That’s impossible again.

In the first place, just because they learn martial arts like that doesn’t mean they will become strong like me, have bright eyes and ears, or have post-human abilities.

So I have to protect it.

I can take the initiative and clean up dangerous things, and if there is a suitable bad guy, I can raise him by letting him experience real combat under my supervision.

So you need strength.

It shouldn’t be limited to being strong for one’s age and having a promising future.

Power, power beyond the peak, power of thought.

That is why a warrior desperate for power steps into the valley of temptation where he should not enter.

The source of a person’s consciousness that is not clearly defined as the name of the unmanned spirit, soul, mind, image, etc. is confusing.

Snap.

Ripples appear in the shallow pool of blood, and countless concentric circles spread out into countless numbers, drawing geometric patterns.

On the other side is a huge wall made of sticky human by-products, flesh, skeleton, ligaments, etc.

In the middle of it all, there is a small hole that invites you to come in.

Every hole, every mouth, leads directly to the devil.

If you just cross that door, just kneel and crawl under your evil instincts, you can go beyond the pinnacle and enter the next state, the state of entrance.

The original purpose of martial arts, weaponry, is simply captured by the urge to kill the enemy.

But are humans creatures that cannot control their instincts and do as they please?

Although he speaks loudly and does not speak loudly, in fact, it is not difficult to suppress the instinct to kill.

This is because people have more important things to protect, such as values, relationships, social status, reputation, and property, to avoid being swayed by impulse.

So, it is true that there is no way to tell the difference between a hwagyeong and a master of the mouth mask unless you are completely mad and your eyes are rolling.

So just close your eyes.

Don’t try to go against human nature.

If you crawl over blood just once and soak your whole body in blood, a dream-like state is just beyond.

So, at a time when power is desperately needed, it would not be so strange for Cheong to step onto the threshold of this Ipma… … only.

Clap and flutter.

Spread it on the flowing blood and lie down.

Could it be that the shape of the arms and legs fluttering around reminded me of the challenge of drawing an angel in the snow that was briefly popular in my hometown in the past?

To the average person, the scent of blood is unpleasant and fishy.

But for Cheong?

Mmm, fragrant. hmm. I want to eat seonji, seonjiguk, and seonji hangover soup. You can see the fish, sea radish, and bean sprouts piled high in an earthen pot, and a mountain of soft, ripe, sour stone parchment paper is piled up like a mountain.

“Tsu-eup, my mouth is watering.”

Cheong lies down on the floor with his arms and legs spread wide and looks up at the evil sound that fills the sky.

I don’t know if that’s real or not.

In the first place, this was the Cheonma appealer at that time, or was he really not the appealer? Anyway, it was a world inside me similar to the one where I was fighting with a mental parasite.

Just as I couldn’t tell whether the Mucheon Great Emperor I saw in the illusion of the cliff of swords was the real Mucheon Great Emperor or whether it was the Mucheon Great Emperor who originated from me as he claimed.

There is no way to know whether that evil sound is real or fake.

But what if it’s real and fake?

Regardless of whether it was Emperor Mucheon or Emperor Mucheon, he taught herbalism.

What does it matter whether it’s a real old voice from a thousand years old, or whether it’s a old voice from a thousand years old that originated from me?

What matters is whether it helps or not.

And now is the time when that help is needed.

If it’s helpful, there’s nothing you can’t ask at least to a wandering mixed breed dog in the neighborhood.

Why, as Confucius also said.

“Jogiyo, I made every effort to put up a real flower mirror, but no, why not? Nowadays, if you use martial arts, it seems useless, right? I don’t know if it’s real or fake, but the person who made the martial art keeps showing up and telling me that this is what it is. Doesn’t this mean it’s just before Hwagyeong?”

[…] … .]

“No, it’s just around the corner, and it’s just one piece of paper, this much, a real piece of paper. I’m so frustrated, but there’s no way to express it. It’s really just shimmering before my eyes, so why can’t I see the picture? Why can’t I be Hwa-kyung? I’m really frustrated so I’m going to search.”

[…] … .]

“Hey? Didn’t you know how to speak? What kind of input recording was this? Cheonsalsung? No, Cheonsalgosung? Any advice?”

[…] … Do you want power?]

Somehow, they say that they are reluctant to answer.

“Don’t tell me to go in there. I’ve piled up all the copper I could find, so why should I leave the flowers and go to bed? Well, is there anything that might be of some help?”

At that, the black night sky is full of evil sounds, and the countless eyes sprouting from its surface all close their eyes in sorrow.

As a non-verbal expression, if I had to interpret it, it would be something like, “There are all these bitches.”

Cheong grumbled at that.

“Mrs. Don’t shut your mouth like a mute and pretend you don’t know. And when is wanting power a fad? Don’t say things like that. They accepted me because I was me, but in an unsophisticated way, I lowered my voice and let out my faults. No, who would buy something suspicious? Wow, that’s power! Okay, then just one. Can I have it packaged? If I get two, do I get one extra strength? If you go to that general store at 12 o’clock, if you buy two, they give you one as a bonus. I wonder if it’s going to be like this?”

The surface of the star seemed to be somehow twitching.

And then-

“Ahh!”

Cheong clutches his eyes and screams.

Certain shapes, chaotic shapes that can be seen with the eyes and stuck in the brain, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of millions of images and sounds rush in at once to create an incomprehensible shape.

People, naked people, people shedding their skin, beasts made of bone, twisted limbs, obscenely entangled snakes, corpses, mangled corpses, mushrooms quickly blooming on rotting corpses, flowers, flesh and blood, a burning universe, unusable Gannanae’s shoes, spores blooming on a living sacrifice, eyes, red eyes, blue eyes, irises split in two, into four, into eight, thousands of pupils in three eyes… …

“Ugh!”

Cheong lets out his trapped breath harshly.

Before he knew it, the son-in-law was in the weak light source shaking, and the draping of the luxurious bed was shaking.

And my chest is hot, but the left side is cold.

Where is it?

Soju Jeil Gaekjan Changtaeho Monument Taeyong Royal Family.

Oh, I arrived in Suzhou yesterday.

I don’t know why Bao Zheng is located in Suzhou and not in Nanjing, the capital, but I guess he couldn’t refuse hospitality from the top person in Jiangsu Province.

I gathered around with my friends, and surprisingly, the adult Pojeong Sadaein had a good time.

That talent show was, wow, it was really great.

Such a skill without even learning martial arts.

Cheong reminisces about a fun drinking party.

And nibble. What’s on your chest?

Cheong looks to the right.

The somewhat awkward and servile smile of Tang Nan-ah, who is in charge of the reading of the Wulin Five Paintings.

“Oh. that. Are you awake?”

“… … Aren’t you sleeping?”

“I woke up from my sleep too, right? But I couldn’t sleep. So just a little bit.”

Tang Nan-ah said so and nibbled.

“When people wake up, don’t they usually put their hands away? What is it? What is this confident attitude?”

“I was going to do that, but what should I do when my hands move randomly? It’s not intentional, but, hey, why are you doing this? My hands can’t move.”

“Ha.”

Cheong sighed deeply.

No, does this person have a ghost that died from not being able to touch her breasts?

Yours isn’t small, so why are mine-

No.

When I think about it, I realize that what I have is nothing more than a weight of useless luggage.

“I have good breasts. okay. chest. Touch, touch.”

“Huh? Really?”

“Because they don’t let you touch them, they don’t sleep all night and wait for you to sleep soundly before secretly groping them. This is just a no-brainer, haha, that’s it. You should consider it your luck to be born a real woman. Just touch me openly.”

When I think about it, aren’t humans naturally creatures that become more agitated and want to do something if they are not allowed to do it?

After learning how to use a yo-yo ball from Hee-mae, I no longer feel so tickled as before.

“Really? Then I just touch it?”

“uh.”

“Are you just going to sleep?”

“uh.”

“No softness?”

“uh.”

Cheong answered roughly.

Then I thought I’d get sick of it.

Suddenly, it hit me hard. Intense pain in the brain.

As Cheong tries to brush his bangs, he turns his head when he feels a heavy hand pressing down on his arm.

On the other side, there is a person sleeping soundly with his arms around me. Oh, it’s dazzling.

Cheong looks up at the ceiling again.

It was a truly harmful face to look at right in front of one’s nose.

After all, tastes seem to be unavoidable.

It’s not so cold, it’s chilly.

How does he use pathetic balls while sleeping?

That’s because for North Sea people, cold air is more of a matter of heating, or survival, than ice cold.

This is because all North Sea people who do not know how to operate the Hansimgong unconsciously while sleeping have been eliminated, leaving only those who know how to do it.

Dororong Dororong small snoring sound.

From what I’ve already experienced, Gu Ning is the type of person who doesn’t wake up even if an elephant steps on her when she falls asleep.

Only when she wakes up does she scream from the pain of being stepped on. Well, only then will she grit her teeth and whine.

Well, that was a sight I quite liked.

If you press it just a little bit – ugh.

Strong. Cheong’s eyes are trembling due to a headache that feels like tingling with needles.

It felt like those wild images were still flashing on my retina, behind my eyelids, as if engraved on them.

Isn’t this, Hal, the special move used by the telegraph warriors of my hometown, a decisive battle weapon to destroy the mind?

How dare this evil evil come at me?

Cheong closes his eyes.

And splash.

“No, since my personality has exploded like that, I am not a person of a thousand years old, but a person of a thousand years of age, and I am a loner and have no friends. If you don’t like it, you say you don’t like it; if you like it, you say it’s good. Why are you always pushing hateful thoughts into people’s heads?”

[…] … .]

If it were real, it would be extremely absurd.

I’ve already expressed my displeasure enough, but is this something a clingy bitch would say?

“Don’t you want something from me too? If I’m trying to achieve something, isn’t it advantageous for me to be stronger? So, why do you keep your mouth shut when I ask you to help me? I know everyone has a mouth. You know how to laugh so loudly that the planet is torn apart… … ”

Cheong trails off.

what. Why do I know? Have you ever seen it?

And then he shook his head.

No matter how much I remember, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile that much. Why do you know?

Then suddenly-

Blood, tears, an old man being trampled, a procession of the old dead, an old woman, a very old woman, a grandfather, a half-dead grandfather, an old man being buried alive, blood and tears gather and flood the world. This may be because there is no country for the elderly in an advanced civilized society. … …

“What the fuck!”

Cheong jumps his upper body off the bed.

Then Tang Nan-ah, looking embarrassed, quickly makes up an excuse.

“Uh, well, I told you to touch it. Cheong-ah said she could touch it? It may have been sleep-talking, but… … ”

“No, that’s not it. Because the dream is so violent.”

On the other side, Seoliri, who was thrown away, was hugging her forearm, with her nose curled up.

Cheong grinned.

Does this bastard want to try it with me now?