What are the conditions of a famous sentence?
In the past, Dowon Chan thought that the condition of fame was fame.
This is because if the public does not know and acknowledge the existence of the clique, it cannot be called a masterpiece.
But recently, I've changed my mind a little.
No matter how well you gain fame, you can never be called a masterpiece unless you are firm in your ability. So Dowon Chan was thinking of devoting himself to the insides of the ghost gate.
And the thought became more solid as soon as I got to Hwasan.
Hasn't Hwasan, the most powerful man in the world, been training so hard? Considering the achievements so far, it is worth a little conceit, but Hwasan's disciples were training as if they had no tomorrow.
What a beautiful sight that is!
I wanted to bring all the disciples of the ghost gate and show them this image.
If there's only one problem.
But isn't that a little too much for a human being?
Dowon Chan rubbed his eyes without realizing it.
"Kill…, you son of a b*tc*, rather kill…"….”
Hawasan's disciples, whose entire body was stained with dust, were wriggling around the floor.
In the meantime, it was very praiseworthy not to let go of the wooden sword, but strangely, tears kept covering my eyes as I saw the hand tremble.
What about the iron clad around the body of the Hwasan disciples? I couldn't tell you more clearly than I did what a terrible training.
"Everyone's into it."
Chung-Myung's resonant voice poured over his barely breathtaking disciples' heads.
"After some cutting, I've lost a lot of confidence. You can't skip basic training for the rest of your life. The men who don't even have the strength in their legs are doing tricks?"
Even the way he nagged and glistened his eyes was unusual.
"Yeah, Hwasan's black is brilliant. But that's why it's easier to fall into the sword and be buried! If you're a medical examiner, you should know how to hold on to the center, even if you have a fancy fingertip! Where is your butt wriggling? Come on!"
'Who was the master of art?’
You're killing me! Really!
Baek Cheon and his group gritted their teeth.
It was a pleasure to see him swing his sword away from the basic training like hell. But before he could swing a few herbivores, his eyes suddenly turned and finally came to this point.
"Oh, you're getting the hang of it, aren't you? Aren't you going down?"
"Again? Again? Why? Do you want me to throw it for you?”
Hawasan's disciples, who managed to climb up the cliff with a lump of metal hanging, looked far down with tears in their eyes.
And then it started to go down again.
"Argh! The stone here is crumbling now!"
"The death penalty! Hold on tight! And then you're going to die! There's no one down there who's taking it anymore!"
"Argh! That son of a b*tc*!"
Screaming and swearing flew from place to place, but Chung-Myung only picked his ears as if he were barking.
"Anyway, kids these days are all into it. It wasn't like that back in my day!"
Huh? When I was young, huh?
Just a rock the size of a house, huh? I used to race on cliffs!
Then, the place where you set your foot crumbles and falls to the cliff once in a while to realize that's why people learn how to do it!"Tsk tsk. You've grown up so beautifully.
A cold sweat ran down Dowon Chan's forehead as he watched the scene.
Because of the training the Hwasan disciples are doing? Oh, of course it's terrifying.
Chung-Myung is making me do it nonchalantly? Yes, of course it was frightening, too.
But what frightened him most was the fact that Chung-Myung is now on someone's back.
Is that weird?
The person who is lying down with Chung-Myung on his back is Shaolin's student.
"Don't you think so, Ddangjoong? Phew, I guess that's what you think, seeing your hair glistening."
Hye Yeon was sweating profusely in her prone position. His face was already completely wet as if he had been rained on, and even his smooth hair was sweating like a fountain.
Hwangpo, which symbolizes Shaolin, was soaked in sweat and looked like a freshly laundered garment.
"Oh, my ass is going down.”
Hye Yeon screamed and raised her waist.
"No. What's wrong with all the kids these days? Hey, but isn't it embarrassing to say that you're a Shaolin monk?"
"I, I don't have a history, and I, uh, I don't know how...…!”
"A long history? A long history?"
In the meantime, Hye Yeon's hands and feet dug deeper into the ground to see if Chung-Myung had increased his attack.
"This is the problem with the Sorim! I've been training my body for a long time, so my body looks like that. What? The force that comes out of your soft body? Are you proud of that? Are you bragging?"
Chung-Myung cried with his eyes fluttering.
"They're all so tired that they haven't been able to learn how to do it for ten days. It's because whatever you do depends on your history. What's the point of having a history of 1,000? It's the body that uses it! If you're a Shaolin monk, you should train yourself first!"
"Cow, in Shaolin...….”
"Then go to Shaolin!"
Chung-Myung slapped Hye Yeon on the bald head.
"Your forefathers used to have forearms the size of their heads! How can you be a Shaolin with such a body? Shame on you!"
Hye Yeon's eyes were filled with extra moisture.
But there was no time to shed tears. Chung-Myung was getting heavier. His body was too soft to handle Chung-Myung, who had raised the spine.
"How dare you use your skills!"
"You have to fix the habit of lifting your skills first! Air power follows where the heart goes. In other words, if I want to do it, I need to be able to move without using air power. You're not even good at it, but you're pretending to be a master, you uselessly strong-minded man!"
Hye Yeon doesn't even have the energy to answer now.
This wasn't it.’
What he hoped for on his way to Hwasan was something more of a higher level of training.
But I didn't think that Hwasan Sinryong was just a person who started rolling people.
"You're banned from running for the next month. From eating to walking. Learn how your body moves again. Try not to look anywhere else and get caught. I'm gonna split my Danjeon!"
Dowon Chan's face was now as white as a sheet of paper at the sight.
And at that moment.
"Well, this is how it goes.”
Standing next to Dowon Chan and observing together, Ungum nodded loudly as if he had realized something."It's a sword, but the one who uses the sword must be completed. Well, that makes sense."
Did you say it's a job?
Dowon Chan's eyes stick out.
Hey, is your eye a little different from mine? Are you still saying that after looking at that? All I can see is catching people.
"Yes, my lord!"
Chung-Myung jumped off Hye Yeon's back and ran toward the ungum.
"I know how to train them. But wouldn't it be too dangerous to fall off a cliff?"
Dowon Chan nodded furiously beside him. I felt like I had heard common sense for the first time since I joined Hawsan.
"Do you have a plan?"
"Oh, that? There's no need for action.”
"I'm not going to die. Now, the death penalty will be strong enough to fall apart and end up breaking an arm and leg."
Dowon Chan's eyes pop out once again.
'That's what we're dealing with.…?’
However, the ungum shook his head lightly as if he had understood it.
"If so, how long do you think you should train like this?"
Chung-Myung tilted his head as if he didn't understand.
"Isn't this basic training? I can't do this forever."
"Ey. The basics are for life. Well... but until I cut down on basics and increased sword training...….”
Chung-Myung tilted his head in agony.
"No. Not enough? Forty years?
"Don't you think that's enough to make you a human being?”
Ungum looked at Chung-Myung with new eyes, expressing admiration.
"I didn't think the basics were that important, but I'm sure I was thinking a lot wrong."
"That's the hardest thing. Anyway, you can roll it like this even if I'm not here.”
"Okay, I'll be sure!"
Dowon Chan was lost in thought, turning his eyes far away.
"If it's not just a masterpiece, why don't we live happily ever after?" Wouldn't there be nothing more important than happiness in a person's’
It was a moment when Dowon Chan's lifelong values were forcibly distorted.
"…I feel like I'm going to die."
"…I don't even have the power to say…"….”
The eyes of those who looked at the food were like rotten frozen pollack eyes.
The food couldn't have been better, the food.
But now it's the same with anything in their mouths. Even when I ate wild rice, I felt like I was chewing grains of sand.
"What's wrong with him these days?"
"If Chung-Myung says it's not a day or two that he's going crazy, and that's what he's doing these days...….”
"I think it's especially worse these days.….”
Baek Cheon, whose words were blurred, sighed deeply.
Isn't that what learning is all about?
Even if it is unfamiliar and difficult at first, if you keep doing it, you will get the hang of it, and if you get the hang of it, you will eventually feel joy.
But somehow that d*mn training is getting more and more hellish.
What? Fun? Fun? If learning is fun, is that playing or learning?
"The way we think in the first place is different from ours."
Baek Cheon answered weakly with cracked lips and turned his head. They're a little used to it now, so they're hanging in there somehow, but how is Hye Yeon doing...….
Baek Cheon raised his eyes slightly wide.
Hye Yeon, sitting in the corner of the table, was lowering her head with her hands wrapped around her face."…What's wrong with the monk?"
"I don't know."
Baek Cheon, who hesitated for a moment, rose weakly from his seat and approached Hye Yeon.
"I…… Monk. Are you all right? Anything bad?"
Then Hye Yeon took her hand off her face and looked up weakly.
Tears welled up in his big, gentle eyes.
"Yes. Tell me…….”
"Pooh, I can't stand the grass alone."
Baek Cheon's eyes naturally turned to the lush grass in front of Hye Yeon. He shook his head and kicked his tongue.
Hwasan's students are having a hard time eating meat every meal, but Hye Yeon is eating only grass and hollow dumplings. What do you think?
Baek Cheon beckoned and called Yoon-Jong.
"Yes, boarding house."
"Go to the kitchen and tell them to put some boiled eggs in monk Hye Yeon's place."
"Boo, you're the Buddha.….”
"I'm going to live and see."
I wondered if this was okay, but Yoon-Jong also had to nod for now. Hye Yeon can decide whether to eat or not.
"…How long do we have to do this?”
"Soon, Chung-Myung will go to Sacheon, so that's all we have to do. So just a little bit...….”
"The Ungum saisook found training very interesting.”
"Well, I heard that. Is this all I have to do?….”
Baek Cheon flinched. Goose bumps all over his arms.
I have to keep doing this?’
Then it's either one of them.
Either die in training or survive and become iron man.
Perhaps the former side has a much higher probability.
The disciples wrapped their heads in silence for a moment.
"If that's the case, I'd rather have Chung-Myung follow him to Sacheon...….”
"What the hell is that? How long does he bother people?”
"But there are at least no cliffs on the way to Sacheon."
A subtle light flashed through Baek Cheon's eyes.
"Well, well, that can't be true. It's hard for Dang, Yeon, Hee, and Myung to follow him to Sacheon. I can't leave you to do such a rough job."
"Execution. Don't play tricks on me."
Baek Sang flashed his eyes at Baek Cheon, who spoke solemnly.
"…To be honest, why does Chung-Myung always follow the death penalty in his work? If you've gone like that every time, you should know how to yield at least once!"
"Uh-huh! That's not what I've decided on my own terms! It's all written by a man of letters.….”
"Then leave this one out! Let's take a look at Sacheon!"
Madness began to grow in the eyes of other students around him.
Baek Cheon confirmed the spirit of the rebellion.
"I'm the ambassador!"
"Ha ha, death penalty. You're saying something weird. Since when has there been an up and down in Hwasan?”
As soon as Baek Cheon tried to tighten his eyes, celadon boats, who were listening to this side while eating on one side, slowly rose from their seats.
"Well, apparently it's only for the housemates."
"Please let us in. Does anyone have feet to go to Sacheon?"
The eyes of the white porcelain boats faded.
"Get out of here, kids."
"Who just said there was no up or down in Hwasan?"
A smile filled with ulterior motives hung over the celadon ships' faces.
"Since we're here, why don't you show us your skills? Chung-Myung would want to take some more talented people, wouldn't he?""…skills?"
Baek Cheon's head tilted. And he snorted as if he was amazed.
"Did you say skills now?"
"Of course, I know that Baek Cheon has a strong private life. But……."
Chong Gong rolled up the corners of his mouth.
"I don't think you've been close to each other lately. Do you happen to know? I don't know if we've ever been as big as a chicken."
"It's not a chick anymore, it's this."
At the feast of cheeky sounds, Baek Cheon grinned pleasedly.
I'm proud of you.
How did he grow up like that?
"Yes, of course there's no up or down in Hwasan."
"Whoa, you know...….”
Baek Cheon's hand ripped off the table top that he was holding it.
"Let's make it up and down today, you rotters!"
Tossing the removed top to the celadon boats, he stormed in with a loud shout.
Step on it!
Only Hye Yeon chewed on the grass alone in the restaurant that had become a mess in an instant.
"They're having fun.
Chung-Myung, who was lying on the eaves, kicked his tongue in the uproar below.
Kids are supposed to grow up fighting, but that's how it is. Tsk tsk tsk.
Clinging his tongue, he tilted his head and looked at the night sky. And I figured out what to do as if I were counting the stars.
There's a lot of work to do.’
The trip to Sacheon was not just due to the iron sword of later years. I've already talked to Wang Jong about it.
'It's more meaningless.’
It was evident in the recent international crisis. The solidarity of the old school has become looser than in the past, and no help like in the past can be hoped for.
Then we have to rebuild our surroundings with trustworthy people.
"Tsk. This is a bother."
But what can we do?
This is all for Hwasan.
"Oh, my God, I'm so lazy. A long sentence I...….”
The roof right next to Chung-Myung trying to say something penetrated with a roar. And one of Hwasan's disciples screamed and soared into the sky.
Chung-Myung peeked out and looked down at the restaurant through the hole.
"Die, you son of a b*tc*!"
"What kind of private lodging is that? There's no order to go!"
The celadon and white porcelain boats were completely intertwined, making beautiful and warm fist conversations.
Chung-Myung, who turned his head back into place, smiled and looked up at the sky.
a lengthy death sentence
……I can't handle it anymore, to be honest.
* * *
As such, the day has dawned when it departed for Sacheon.