Chapter - 560 Episode 560. What's the world gonna be like. (5)



Words are meant to be conveyed in many ways.



One should always be careful in delivering words, because even the same words can be conveyed in any different way depending on the situation.



But unfortunately.



There was a race in the world that always twisted well-received words.



"What?"



Chung-Myung's eyes glistened horribly.



"The kids are so weak?"



…...does he have a manure in his ear?



I'm sure I've heard the same thing, but what the hell can I do to get that conclusion?



"That's not what I'm saying.….”



"Then what?"



"The difference between the children and those who have been to the North Sea...….”



"That's what you mean!"



"No, you son of a b*tc*! No! Just because we're stronger doesn't mean they're weak.”



"Oh, so you're saying you're a good cook? Wow, my colleague grew up a lot. Now I know how to brag openly."



"Ugh, stomach, stomach...….”



Baek Cheon faltered, clutching his upper stomach.



"Oh, it's not that your face turned white, it's that you don't have any blood."’



It's understandable.’



Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol looked at Baek Cheon with pity.



Chung-Myung snorted and crossed his legs.



"Well…… it's not unusual, in fact."



"Hm?"



"It's about time."



He murmured something mysterious and put his chin on his back and fell into agony.



Others gave him time to organize his thoughts, but unfortunately, there was a man here who didn't even have the sense to use for medicine.



"What? Don't think to yourself. Say it, say it!"



“…….”



Chung-Myung's cheeks were slightly convulsed. But even in the face of his eyes, Jo-Gol was just so imposing.



"Why?"



"…nothing."



What would you do by talking?



It's not like you're going to eat it.



"It's because I don't understand."



Jo-Gol frowns. No matter how different the experience was, it didn't seem to make sense that there was such a difference.



"I checked again, and I think I've done the right training. Actually, Sasukjo Ungum is not the kind of person to let his students play.”



"That's right."



"Also, the lodgings are those who train at night trying not to lose to us."…that there's no result."



Chung-Myung spat out with a sour look.



"Why? Do you want to brag about Jo-Gol's death penalty?"



"It's not like that, man!"



Jo-Gol ranted out in frustration.



"Now this isn't a simple matter, you know.”



Chung-Myung smirked at a very serious voice.



It was obvious why those who would have simply concluded that they should roll the children more normally, but they held him back and said this.



"It's a wider view.’



So far, training has been about leading themselves. To train me more, to push me.



However, everyone would have known as they went through all the humanitarian and North Sea Ice Palace events. That's not enough.



The same was true in the North Sea.



Although the elderly suffered from a lack of work, Chung-Myung's party could not have prevented Mahkyo at all costs without the North Sea Ice Palace.



Heavenly Demon may not have been revived, but he might have had to watch the horse-riding invasion of the North Sea.



Or you're rushing off to the middle ground.



Chung-Myung shrugged when he saw the faces of the young group with great nervousness. Then Baek Cheon opened his mouth in a low voice."Chung-Myung아."



"Huh?"



"What do you mean it's time?"



"Literally. It's time to move on."



"Next step?"



"It's real."



Baek Cheon's eyes slightly widened at Chung-Myung's words.



"Actual?"



Chung-Myung nodded lightly.



"Just like the death penalty said, Jo-Gol. It's not like the death penalty went to the North Sea and did a lot of training.”



"That's true."



Yoon-Jong walked with an unhappy face.



"I almost broke my back pulling the cart."



"If you're going to be a stickler, you're going to be a dog or a cow or a stickler! Then the cow must be the world's world!"



“…….”



"But there's only one reason why there's a big difference. Have you experienced a life-threatening battle or not?"



Baek Cheon returned as if he didn't understand a little.



"But isn't there a real-life performance in Hwasan?"



"Holding a wooden sword?"



“…….”



"There's nothing to explain and sleep about. You've both experienced private lodging. Can you get as much experience as you did with the bishop once if you do that real-life dance a thousand times?”



"That's absolutely impossible."



Baek Cheon said as if he had nothing to think about.



Those who have not experienced it dare not imagine it. There was a difference between the bishop who had vaguely thought and the bishop who had encountered him right in front of his eyes.



How can you explain the life that seemed to tear the soul apart and the pressure that crushed the body?



Back Cheon recalled the time and said in a heavy voice.



"Those who haven't experienced it don't know."



"That's right."



Chung-Myung nodded.



"There is a mysterious aspect of ignorance, and there is a part that can't be solved by just looking at it. No matter how hard I try to hold the real sword and push it like it's real, there's a place in my heart.”



"That you're not really gonna kill us?”



"Yes…. Oh. Should I have acted like I was going to kill him?"



"…Come on."



It is scarier than the bishop.



"Hm. So you didn't do enough?"



Baek Cheon nodded as if he understood at first sight.



Come to think of it.’



In fact, except for them, Hwasan's students have rarely experienced proper inscriptions, let alone proper practice.



During the Hwajong Branch, some of the celadon ships and Chung-Myung were defeated without any effort except for him. In addition, only a few representatives participated in the World War II Defense Competition as non-military.



I've been through a real battle during the international crisis, but I've gotten used to it with just that once. It was hard to say.



"But does it make such a difference when you go through the real thing or not?"



"It's kind of like a game of go.”



"…what?"



Baek Cheon looked at Chung-Myung as if it was some kind of nonsense.



"I can see the numbers well when I practice. You can use your skills as much as you want. But what if I get my fortune in there?



"……your hands will tremble."



"But life is more precious than all possessions."



Chung-Myung said coldly.



"Those who have played such baduk over and over again will be able to improve their skills by leaps and bounds. You can just do what you can. It doesn't end like that.”



"Well."



Jo-Gol, who was still listening, quietly asked Yoon-Jong.



"Not enough to climb a cliff without a rope?""There's a net underneath it, too."



Jo-Gol nodded with a small sigh.



Everyone could understand for sure now anyway. I realized what the difference was in my senses because I had experienced it in person.



"It's definitely.



"Well, a lot."



Chung-Myung continued his speech in a nonchalant manner.



"That's why Munpa sends out moderately aged disciples. If training is really omnipotent, those who have trained hard in the gate should be stronger than those who have been wandering around and gaining fame, but not really."



"So you're going strong."



"That's right."



"But it's weird...….I've been through a hard ride before, but I didn't think I'd made much progress then."



"…Living in private."



"Huh?"



"You have to be mature, mature!"



“…….”



"You have to ripen it and make it taste good! If you bury the cheap stuff roughly, it'll just rot! You can't sell your old-fashioned housekeeping for a penny. I have to pay to sell it!”



"Turn it off……."



Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong snuck at shaky Baek Cheon.



"Calm down, Sasook."



"It's not a day or two to be ignored."



"You're doing this because it's not a day or two, man!"



"Why are you mad at me...….”



Jo-Gol, who was criticized for nothing, pouted out his mouth when he became sullen.



"Anyway!"



Only the true Baek Cheon looked at Chung-Myung and said,



"So in order to improve everyone's skills, we have to be able to go through a real battle.”



"That's right."



"…Actual action is accompanied by such a risk."



"Better late than late."



Chung-Myung said in a low voice.



"If you're afraid of it and avoid the real thing, you're faced with something you really can't It's too late to regret going there.”



The people here knew what that 'unavoidable' was.



a horse's bow



In order not to endanger the death penalty, what if the day comes when you have to protect yourself only in Hwasan and fight the demon?



Can those who haven't experienced real life be able to afford the lives of the marchers?



It was a difficult task to think about.



"I see."



Baek Cheon nodded his head.



"I'll tell you this part separately."



"Yeah."



Looking at Baek Cheon's determined face, Jo-Gol clenched his fist in subtle anxiety.



"But the death penalty."



"Huh?"



"When you go through a real battle, you're saying that the housemates and priests are all strong."



"That's right."



"…Will it be all right?"



“…….”



Yoon-Jong also seemed nervous.



'This is not something to think about easily.’



If it's skill, isn't it a proud death penalty that is second to none in the world?



Wouldn't it be a big deal if all those people went out as a group?



"But even if it's real. There's no one in particular fighting. It's not like I'm going into a bay."



"Do you have anything to worry about? Just grab a decent living quarters and shake it off."



"Shh! Dude! King Greenim is here. Would you like to hear that?"….”



"I heard."



"Look, you heard that...….Huh?"



Back Cheon, flinched, turned his head slowly.



Through a small window on the wall, two now familiar pairs of eyes were looking inside.



"I heard it."



“…….”



Baek Cheon coughed in vain.



How am I supposed to fix this...….



"It's not right to eavesdrop on someone else's conversation even though there's a window out there's a window.….”"What are you trying to reason with a bandit? If you're going to do that, I've seen the past."



That's right.



Yes. There's definitely nothing wrong with that.



But aren't you going back and forth with your superior as much as you need? Very convenient?



Im So-bong, who opened the door and came inside, screamed as he looked at Chung-Myung.



"No! I was wondering where the other guy who was preparing the podium disappeared! What? Peel the wild vegetables?



"Uh-huh. I'm rushing you to make rice! You have to take a break!"



"Then boil it and talk! Coughing! Coughing! Hehehehehehech! Go, my heart...….”



Baek Cheon said bitterly as he looked at Im Sobyong, whose face turned blue.



"…I don't think it's acting. You're like a three-syllable vein, aren't you?



"No, I took a quick look at it and it was a lie."



"Oh, really?"



"Yes, it wasn't three notes, it went a little further. Three drinks and half a vein?"



“…….”



That's a dirty long name.



"Chung-Myung아."



"Huh?"



"Make me a fiddle before you hit the invoice."



"Tsk. I'm so lazy."



Chung-Myung said, glancing at Im Sobyong.



"I'm going to make you a spirit tablet.”



"Yes! Yes! Please! Please! Please! Would I ever leave a living quarters and come here and do this?"



"That's why."



"…Yes?"



"Do you happen to have any extra living quarters? I don't listen to you, so it's a good place to beat up everything and bury it."



"Hey, dude!"



"What nonsense is that to the Green Forest King!"



"I have something to say and I don't!"



Hawsan's disciples panicked and dissuaded. But Im Sobyong didn't have such a fit as their concern.



Rather…….



"Uh…… but…"



"Huh?"



Is it there?



Why do you have that?



"Will you take care of it?"



"Now, wait a minute."



asked Baek Cheon, frightened.



"Well, is that okay? But you're still a green-rimmed king, and you're going to rob a living quarters?”



"That's a bandit."



"Yes, it's a bandit. It's not like we're going to have any trouble in the world if a few of them



“…….”



Baek Cheon's face trembled.



'These bastards are crazy.’



Why do you have such a good chemistry with the master? Why?



"It's a good sister and a good wife. It's nice to take care of your troubles!"



"We're happy to train the kids?"



"No. It's good to make money."



"Huh? Money?"



Chung-Myung smiled and looked at Im Sobyong.



"How much are you going to pay?"



“…….”



"I'll give you a good deal, a good deal."



“…….”



Im Sobyong's face turned white.



"Money?"



"Yes."



"…...then you take all my property and pay me again without giving me the money you were supposed to give me?"



"That's different from this. Hehe."



Chung-Myung smiled brightly and added obnoxiously.



"Isn't that what a deal is?”



Im Sobyong took his hand to his mouth without saying a word.



It's pouring.



"What?"



"Oh, my God!"



I didn't cough much, but Im Sobyong's mouth began to bleed like blood.



"Oh, are you all right?!”



"Are you going to die?"



Im Sobyong, who was blocking the blood flowing from his mouth with a pale face, said quietly.



"I……."



"Me?"



"…I'll curse. d*mn Hwasan guys."



Flop.



Leaving that alone, Im Sobyong collapsed as it was.



Like a patient……. No, Baek Cheon said weakly, looking at him cramping like a patient."…go get Soso."



"Yes, boarding house."



"and bring my stomach medicine on the way back."



"……Yes, boarding house."



It was Baek Cheon who felt something strange about Im Sobyong.