Im Sobyong's eyes shone as he looked at the pile of ingredients.
All the ingredients are extraordinary.’
They're not heavenly elixir, but they're certainly not easy to get.
And finally blue jewels poured out of the last sack. Im Sobyong muttered with a slightly strange look.
"You're an icebreaker."
"So in the North Sea, to save this?"
"It wasn't completely fraudulent.”
"No, you son of a b*tc*? You've been saying no since earlier!"
Chung-Myung glared and Im Sobyong coughed awkwardly and turned his head.
He was angry, but isn't there a saying that the strongest is the strongest?
"Do you think there's a different color of ice?"
Chung-Myung kicked the ice boat he had gathered separately. Unlike other ice sheets, it was light blue. This was consumed by the bishop's ritual of resurrection and had already lost much of its effectiveness.
"This is a good quality thing. I brought it especially for you.”
"…I don't think it's a good thing."
"Hey, did you just get fooled?"
Im Sobyong, of course, has not been fooled. It's not common in the world to cheat on King Greenlim.
But the problem was that one of those rare human beings is now in front of him.
"So now we're making a marriage party out of this?”
"Yes, it is."
"Wow, that's Hwasan, too. I've heard that the platform method of the provincial family is different from that of ordinary gatekeepers. So who's on the podium?”
Im Sobyong, who had not lost his composure, had a slight cramp on his face.
"Why the seal, not anyone else?"”
"Yes, I do."
"I mean…… Are you sure about the stamp?”
"But what about you?"
Chung-Myung stared at him again, but Im Sobyong had a lot to say this time.
"Oh, no, there aren't one or two people in Hwasan, there are so many people, why does the seal have a platform?"
If you ask if Chung-Myung is a man to trust, opinions may differ depending on the field.
He may be the most reliable man in the world when it comes to punching, but he was the least reliable person in the world when it came to meticulous and meticulous matters.
But the fact that Chung-Myung is on a 10,000-gold platform with Im Sobyong's life on it makes me upset.
"I'm the only one who can make this."
"……the primitive world."
Im Sobyong's voice, who left Do-ho unknowingly, was shaking.
"No, there's no problem, is there?”
"Don't you trust me?”
For the first time in my life, I was Im Sobyong, realizing something of real despair.
Kwak Pyung, who was beaten by Jo-Gol's sword, screamed and fell out.
"Oh, my back!"
"Tsk tsk tsk."
Jo-Gol looked down at Kwak Pyung, who had his tongue clasped.
Not only Kwak Pyung but also many people were already victimized by him. The three great disciples gathered in the smoke and mirrors were all holding one place at a time.
"There's a lot of gaps. How the hell have you been training so far that you've lost your skills!"
Jo-Gol roared. The priests all flinched and bowed their heads at Jo-Gol's sharp and stern glance.
Some emotions passed sharply through Jo-Gol's mind as he saw this scene.
'This is it!'
Come to think of it, there was no one more wronged than Jo-Gol.
Although he is still only a third-generation disciple, he had the second division among the third.In other words, none of the three greatest disciples is higher than Yun-Jong.
If it was the case of a general civil servant, he could not dare to raise his head to the top distribution, but among the three great disciples, he could have been quite proud of himself.
"Of all things, I've been hanging out with them.’
Every time something happened, I walked around with my two great disciples, Baek Cheon, Yoo-Esul, and the only one of the three great disciples, so I couldn't get out of being the youngest wherever I went.
Isn't Chung-Myung or Dang-Soso less distributed than Jo-Gol?
What's the point of that?
Anyway, looking at the faces of priests who were secretly afraid of themselves after a long time, I felt like something was being filled that had been empty all along the long journey.
"I'm sure I told you not to neglect your training!"
"Gee, I worked really hard."
"I trained to break my back. Ungum Sasukjo acknowledged this."
"When the death penalty comes back, you'll be like this...…. No, I knew you'd be angry, so I didn't slack off for a day.”
"You're lying, you bastards!"
Jo-Gol, who had been pushing for the whole time, also tilted his head as the celadon boats joined forces to complain.
"But why are you so weak?"
Unspeakable emotions began to appear on the celadon ships' faces.
I wish I were dead.’
This is why I hate geniuses.’
Look at that face. You look like you really don't understand.’
As the celadon boats wriggled in despair, Jo-Gol tilted his head as if he didn't know what to say.
"No, I'm definitely weaker than before we went to the North Sea.”
"The footless lord said he was pleased with the results of the training!"
"……what's going on?"
Jo-Gol agonized over something wrong.
Then Yoon-Jong walked towards this side.
"Why are you doing that?"
"Oh, the death penalty. You're here just in time."
"No, I'm sure they've been negligent in their training, but they're insisting no."
"Then I'll scold you."
"By the way, the shaman and the master Baek praised them for their hard work in training. So I'.”
Yoon-jong, who wriggled his eyebrows for a moment, reached out his hand.
"Give it to me."
Jo-Gol quickly stuck out the wooden sword in his hand. Yun-jong, holding the wooden sword in a comfortable position, chanted as he looked at Jong Hwe.
"…The death penalty. I was really hit a minute ago…….”
Jong We grumbled and stood up from his seat. However, as soon as he lifted the wooden sword, there was an indescribable prospect coming from his body.
He rushed quickly and swung a sword at Yoon-jong's head.
The tip of the wooden sword split into dozens in an instant and began to cover Yun-Jong's whole body.
Yun-Jong's sword, which had not been stuck on the spot until almost touching his body, disappeared leaving a first-come-first afterimage. And flew towards Jong Hwwe like a war of islands.
Jong Hwe's wooden sword quickly escaped from his hand and sprang up in the sky.
Yoon-Jong frowned with a wooden sword on Jong Hwe's shoulder.
All those who watched the scene were stunned with their mouths wide open.
"In a single number…….”
"It wasn't that different originally."
"Oh, my God, I bounced a sword.”
Flying the sword that the prosecutor was holding at one stroke to Ho Gong was not usually something that could be done with a difference in skill.
Jo-Gol has long been recognized by everyone as the best player in the celadon ship, so that's why I was able to do it. But it wasn't Yoon-Jong. There was not much difference between Yun-Jong and the other celadon ships."Look, the death penalty. I told you, these bastards were playing."
"You should be quiet."
Yoon-Jong looked at the children with a serious face and nodded with a heavy face.
"I need to see Baek Cheon's house.”
Baek Cheon's smooth hair fluttered gently in the wind. Glaringly white clothes flashed gracefully.
Of course he never lost his cleanliness even during the long trip. But I guess it wasn't enough for his standards.
It's only been a couple of days since he returned to Wasan, but in the meantime, Baek Cheon had turned as fluffy as a furry animal.
Oh, my God, you don't have any blemishes on your clothes, let alone wrinkles.’
'I think the material is different from our clothes.' Are you making it separately?’
"What's going on?"
Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong flinched as they stared blankly at Baek Cheon, who seemed to have a halo behind their backs.
I thought there was a monk named Hay Yeon.’
What's so shiny about it?
Yoon-Jong shook his head and opened his mouth.
"There's a little bit of a problem……I'm afraid I'll have to report to my senior."
Baek Cheon pointed forward and the two sat silently.
"Report? It's not like things happened not long after I got back…"Are you Chung-Myung?"
As soon as Chung-Myung was uttered, the halo behind Baek Cheon's back instantly weakened.
"It's not Chung-Myung, so feel safe."
"…That's good to hear. I've only just recovered from my stomach."
There was a moment's shadow beneath Baek Cheon's eyes.
The two sighed deeply. Of course, Chung-Myung is suffering enough to have a hole in his stomach because of him, but can he be compared to Baek Cheon's heartache?
Baek Cheon's face, which seemed exhausted for a moment, became serious again.
"What's going on?"
Baek Cheon's face, who was briefed, was slightly stiff.
Yoon-Jong slowly flickered his head.
"As a result of the hand-in-hand experience, it certainly wasn't that the priests didn't grow up. My body became stronger, and my swordmanship definitely became more sophisticated."
"Yes, but…… should I say that something is off."
Baek Cheon gave Jo-Gol a peek and he nodded hard, too.
"That's exactly what it felt like. I'm sure something's gotten a little better...…I feel like I'm not alive."
Jo-Gol paused, thought hard about something, and started talking again.
"I can't say this directly to the priests, but I feel like Soso is stronger than other priests."
When did Dang-Soso enter Hwasan?
Of course, she is not lazy to spend a day, and she is performing intense training that other two or three great disciples would be embarrassed.
But in a cold light, it hasn't outstripped the other three. No, it shouldn't have been.
But Jo-Gol was definitely feeling that way.
Baek Cheon, who heard the word, nodded quietly.
"I see what you mean. I was actually feeling the same thing."
"You've mixed your hands with the dormitory.”
"Chung-Myung doesn't have him, so I'll do it. It's a matter of course for a great student to lead priests."
Baek Cheon said as he looked at Yoon-jong and Jo-Gol with a slightly darker face."Let's make sure of one thing first. No other death penalty has been negligent in training while we are away. Objectively speaking, their skills have definitely improved."
"It's about the eyes."
There was a bitter smile on his neat mouth.
They literally crossed the dead line in the North Sea.
He risked his life against the elite of the Bukhae Binggung Palace, one of the new royal palaces, and fought against the elders of the palace.
Is that all?
The bingo fought tooth-to-teeth with the monks who could be swept away in no time, and, although it was a joint venture, it also fought against the feared bishop of the church.
There was no way that the swords of other death penalty who had trained them normally could be seen.
"It started at the same place. However, if you look back at the one who has gone a hundred pages and walked ten pages, wouldn't it look as if he had hardly moved from the starting point?"
Jo-Gol nodded as if he had understood. But Yoon-Jong couldn't be satisfied with just understanding the situation.
"We didn't train more than anyone else when we went to the North Sea. It is said that pulling a cart is also a practice, but the rest of Hwasan's men suffered. But isn't it a problem that there's a difference?"
"It's a problem."
Baek Cheon nodded emphatically.
"It's a problem that must be solved.”
"But there's a way to...….”
Baek Cheon, who had his eyes slightly lowered, soon straightened his shoulders.
Soon thereafter, the magnificent spirit of Hwasan's great disciple began to pour out.
How overwhelming, Yun-jong and Jo-Gol shrugged without realizing it.
"When are you going to do this?’
He spoke in a dignified voice.
"We'll find a way. This is Hwasan. What would be the problem?"
"That's right, Sasook!"
Slightly moved by the true spirit, the two responded loudly, feeling their hearts swelling with anticipation.
Baek Cheon said in a loud voice.
"You guys go straight."
"Bring in Chung-Myung!"
The twinkling Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong's faces lost their strength.
If you're going to do that, why are you so energetic?
I'm going crazy, man.….