Chapter - 227 Episode 227, what a dragon lives in that pond! (2)



"Oh, it hurts my pride! I'm just a snake. Spit! Spit! Spit! Spit! Spit!



Chung-Myung spits out the soil that has poured into his mouth.



Whenever I spit out the soil, blood trickled out of my nose.



"…Wipe your nosebleed."



"Nosebleeds Are Important Now……. What's this? What's dripping? Oh, my God, the snake is catching a man!"



Yoo-Esul, who was watching the snare, shakes his head and pulls out a handkerchief from his sleeve and approaches Chung-Myung.



Oh, I'm thinking of wiping you off.….



Swoosh! Swoo!



"Ouch! Ouch!"



Yoo-Esul pokes a handkerchief into Chung-Myung's nose.



Chung-Myung resisted, but Yoo-Esul grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pushed his handkerchief into Chung-Myung's nose with an expressionless face.



"……."



Is that being considerate or harassing?



……I think Chung-Myung's expression is bothering me.



Chung-Myung, who poked a handkerchief into his nose, grinds his teeth tightly.



"Ugh. I don't see a castle anywhere."



The Beast Palace owner, who was still looking at Hwasan's students who were making a fuss, opened his mouth.



"Muklin blood network is the most dangerous of the many creatures of Unnam. It would have been a disaster if he had a gentle personality and not invaded his or her territory because he or she would not harmful."



"Warm-hearted?"



"Yes, I'm rather gentle."



"Ugh."



"But he's too obsessed with his territory. I don't allow you to touch a stone or a leaf. It is almost impossible to trick the senses of that silent bloodline and pull out the Divine Grass."



Why didn't you tell me that earlier?….



"It means we'll have to knock it down to save the pine grass."



"That's right."



The Beast Palace Lord nodded.



"I'm sorry to say this to the descendants of Maehwa Inspection who came from Jungwon, but I can't help you with this at the Beast Palace. You're the ones who have to figure it out."



After the conversation, Baek Cheon approached Chung-Myung with a serious look.



"Chung-Myung, I think it's better to give up on this."



"What kind of waiver is that?"



"There is no way. How are you gonna deal with a knife when it's not working? I was lucky just now. If you were unlucky, you would have been his food."



"Ugh."



Chung-Myung made a groan.



In fact, I almost died when I nodded.



If it were someone other than Chung-Myung, he would have given up his victory and had an in-depth meeting with King Yeomra.



What the hell is that?'



Aside from the power of that enormous size, what was more terrible was the sheer strength of that scale.



Even though the river was raised as far as it could go, it could not even scratch the scales.



If you are Chung-Myung now, you can cut down the railroad in its later years, which means that each scale has a stronger intensity than the later years.



Chung-Myung scratched his head as if he had been bothered.



Swordsmanship was made to deal with people in the first place. It was polished on the premise that a knife will be cut when it touches the body.



In other words, it seemed to mean that no swordsmanship was meaningless if it didn't carry a sword.



"You're saying it runs in the end, right?"



"Yes, it's not a good idea in your history right now. I'm afraid we'll come up with a way back to the midfield...…."



"Okay, let's go back!"



"Oh?"



Baek Cheon looked at Chung-Myung with a slight surprise. No, why is he listening to people so easily?"Go back to the Beast Palace for now!"



"……."



Oh, only half.



That's right.



"If you don't have enough power, you can just stretch it! It's swordmanship, it's nonsense, I'm going to break it!"



Chung-Myung gritted his teeth.



If it was during the plum blossom inspection, I would have been able to poke it with chopsticks and run away after getting beaten by a snake. I was filled with sorrow.



Oh, my God, the death penalty! Long sentence death penalty!



I live here!



Chung-Myung glared at the lake and recited, his eyes fluttering.



"See you in a little while."



Then he turned around and began to run towards the Beast Palace.



"Come with me!"



"No, what else are you going to do?"



Hwasan's disciples started running after Chung-Myung.



The Beast Palace Lord, who was watching the scene, burst into laughter.



"They're funny."



* * *



"No one's coming in!"



"Hey, you son of a b*tc*...…."



Bang!



Chung-Myung violently closed the door and went inside the house. Baek Cheon sighed as he saw it.



"……what else are you going to do?"



Yoon-Jong opened his mouth while looking at Baek Cheon sighing.



"But it's still Chung-Myung. He found a solution whenever there was a problem."



"……so when did the solution end quietly?"



"What?"



"I'm not worried that he might do something strange. That's too obvious. I'm worried that the Namman Beast Palace is where he does strange things."



"……uh, that's……."



You're absolutely right.



Yoon-Jong peeked around. After feeling the eyes of the Beast Palace looking at this side, an awkward smile naturally flows out.



"You don't think you're going to be so uninterested, do you?"



"I wish...…."



Baek Cheon sighed deeply, knowing that the sad premonition was never wrong.



Chung-Myung, who entered the house, took out two wooden crates from the flotilla.



One is a large neck. And the other one is a small wooden box.



Taking out another small wooden box from his arms, he sat in front of a total of three boxes with a kabu seat on his back to back.



Then I took a deep breath.



It's something I had to do once anyway.'



I thought this day would come one day.



He's getting stronger so fast that his eyes are spinning compared to the past, but that's not enough.



Of course, Chung-Myung is now at the age of training in Hwasan in the past. But he has to do more and deal with more enemies.



There is no time to be as relaxed and strong as in the past.



If I were to train as I am now, I would catch up with the past in 30 years.….



Where is the guarantee that nothing has happened in 30 years?'



Jongnam or Shudang could go crazy and storm into Hwasan, or the remnants of Mahyo, which may be somewhere, could be revived and pushed into the midfield.



And if you're unlucky, you could be eaten by a weird creature like that.



In order to overcome any situation, Chung-Myung must be stronger first. That way, Hwasan can be strong, too.



It all runs.'



I'm almost done with studying martial arts to match this body. Now, if you have a history, you will be able to naturally unfold the ignorance of the past.



"Come on, then…….."



Chung-Myung smacked his lips and looked at the three necklaces he had put down in front of him.



Click.



The first big wooden box opens.



Inside was a group of marriage that Chung-Myung robbed Hyun Jong. Chung-Myung, who looked at the brilliantly shining wedding troupe with his eyes, looks at his second neck.It's smaller than the first one, but more luxurious.



Click.



As soon as I opened the second wooden box, I began to smell a vicious scent that poked my nose.



A blackish monotone that gently emanates an ominous feeling just by looking at it.



This is the vision of the party's message, the Observatory.



The Celibacy of Heaven is the greatest elixir of the party. Originally, it could not be given to foreigners, but it was given specially by Dang Gunnak, who owed Chung-Myung.



Unlike the ominous black light, Cheondogdan was a great elixir to enhance the history of the user.



Those who take it will not be addicted to most poison, and even if they become addicted, the damage will be significantly reduced.



It is one of the intangible information that increases resistance to poison by taking it alone.



"Whoo-hoo."



Chung-Myung sighed deeply.



Then I turned my head and looked at the last necklace.



There is no problem with the previous two elixir drugs. There's no way that Chung-Myung, who's at the current level, can't handle the elixir.



The problem is this third time.



"Ugh."



Even Dang Gunnak hesitated to give it away because he didn't know what it was for.



Chung-Myung opened the box with a slightly prickly hand gesture. Unlike the previous wooden box, it contained a small white jade bottle.



I took a deep breath and opened the lid of my bottle.



Shoot!



As soon as you open it, a nose-stimulating scent flows out of it. A slightly sweet and refreshing scent. Considering the scent alone, it feels more elegant than a marriage troupe.



But you shouldn't be fooled by the scent.



It is none other than the poison of the party.



It was also an extreme poison called "beauty."



"Whoo."



Chung-Myung stared briefly at the smooth surface of the bottle and brought it to his nose to smell the poison.



"Oh, yeah.



As soon as I smelled the smell of the nose, I wondered if I should do this.



"Can I really trust him?"



Old memories began to pop into Chung-Myung's head.



* * *



"Mr. Do-sa."



"Why?"



"Do you know what the best medicine in the country is?"



Chung-Myung slightly frowned at the sudden question. This is how the Danbo used to talk.



"Daehwandan or Taecheongdan?" No. I'm sure it's a mixed company."



"That's wrong, they're not elixir."



"……What are you talking about?"



Dangbo giggles as he sees Chung-Myung's expression.



"The real elixir is in our party gates!"



"I understand that the Celibacy of the Gate is inferior to the elixir of other literary groups. Dokdo is well made and great medicine can't be laughing stock by making a decision to be the topic where dangmun. Then Moses"



"Ugh."



Dangbo smacks his lips as if he has nothing to say.



"Anyway, it's not like the Celibacy. The real hero of the party is Mi-ru."



"Miinru? I've never heard of it."



"I will. It's poison. It's also a really hard poison to make at the party gate."



"…Dok is the elixir? You've been beaten up here and there lately, and it seems like you've gone a little out of course."



"Where did I get hit? He didn't hit them all!"



Chung-Myung stood still from his seat. Then Danbo becomes contemplative and steps back and sticks close to the wall.



"Well, that doesn't mean you have any complaints!"



Chung-Myung grinned and sat down.



"Keep going."



"Other than this beauty tree, it is made by combining many of the world's venom."



"Is that a hell of a German?"



"……No, it's not as bad a poison as I thought.""Huh?"



Dangbo smiled awkwardly.



"The truth is, I made it because I thought it would be very toxic if I put all the venom together, but it didn't work that well. Other than the poison that failed half because they were neutralized and didn't have a synergistic effect."



The plum screen Chung-Myung looked at Dangbo with a sour eye.



"So what's the conclusion?"



"Doctor, what does it run?"



"…It's the energy."



"Yes, energy. But animals and plants just embrace the energy that fits my size. But doesn't a warrior carry that energy in his body endlessly?"



"That's right."



"But some of the animals know how to stay strong. That's what we call a spirit. The creatures create an inner hem in their bodies and go beyond the limits of the beast."



"Don't be so obvious, just say the conclusion."



"Come on. We're almost there. But the only animal that can hold the energy is not the spirit. Poison also rejuvenates."



"Huh?"



Dangbo grinned.



"When a non-poisonous animal embraces energy, it becomes a creature, and when a poisonous animal embraces energy, it becomes a poison. The spirit gathers energy in the inner hem, but the poison...…."



"Gathering energy from poison?"



"That's exactly what it is. Otherwise, a little bigger wouldn't make the poison worse, would it? In other words, the poison of a poison is like a collection of energy that it has gathered all its life!"



Chung-Myung tilted his head.



It smells like a lion.'



"So we've made several attempts to absorb all the venom of this poison and use it in our history!"



"What happened?"



"They're all dead."



"……."



No, he's not this guy.



When Chung-Myung's forearms sprang up, Danbo waved his hand and backed away.



"Oh, no! Listen to me! To the end!"



"Keep saying that crap?"



"It's not nonsense! I failed, but it worked!"



"How do you know that? He's dead.



Dangbo grinned.



"The masters of the party rushed in to subdue the man who was mad because of the poison, and they all got beaten up and fell out. That enormous history almost broke the party house. Two hundred years ago."



"……."



"Of course, it's not resistant to poison, but it's become a very neat handful of blood water because it's taken everything as it is, but it's working anyway. You can't even get close to other small groups, so you can get a huge history! Myniru was not the greatest poison in the world, but it could be the greatest elixir in the world. This is it! As long as I can purify it!"



Chung-Myung sighed deeply.



"So how do you purify it?"



"…I don't know."



"……."



"If I knew that, I wouldn't live like this. You must have already eaten a bowl of Mi-Lu and been burning your back...….No, this is a slip of the tongue."



"Burn it?"



"……."



"Waist?"



Chung-Myung stood up smiling.



"Ha ha ha."



Dangbo sneaks back with an awkward face.



"Come on, let's go for it today!"



Chung-Myung flew into Dangbo without delay.



"Oops! Brother Do- Argh! That's not it! Hey, you malko! How can a Taoist beat a man like this...….Argh! Save me, brother!"



"Die! Die, you son of a b*tc*! You'really!



* * *



"……."



Chung-Myung, who recalled memories of the past, sighed deeply as he saw his illness containing Mi-ru."…I feel like I'm being bullied."



Should I eat this or not?