At the sight before his eyes, Hyun Jong grinned.
What should I say...….
Droplet of sweat.
Teachers who do their best and students who follow the teachings with all their might.
The only thought that came to mind when I saw the beautiful and delightful sight.
"Will it be okay?"
Is this really okay?
Seeing the disciples shaking with a rock the size of a house and Hyun Young, who stood on the rock and gave a speech, I kept sweating.
"Don't your feet stop?"
"I told you to follow the protocol, what are you doing standing in place? Is there such a herbivore in Wasan? Can't you move right now?"
Sweat dripped down from the whole body of the disciples holding rocks. The ground that had been stepped on was so wet that it was dark.
"I'm telling you all to be good. Where can I pay for my meal if I can'
It was just then.
While moving his foot with a rock, Jong Hwae could no longer hold on and sat down. At the same time, the rock he was holding fell on his head.
Jong Huwe closed his eyes tightly. However, I couldn't feel the pain that I was strangely prepared for.
Is he dead already?’
No, I don't think so.….
When I opened my eyes, a person with his back against the light stood in front of me. The blood slowly faded from Jong Hwe's face as he looked up.
I'd rather die.
Hyun Young's face holding the rock was more of a demon than a human being.
Hold the rock in one hand and the other...….
Hyun Young, who threw a rock the size of a house to the side, looked scary.
"How long have you done that you'really.
"No! You can't do it! Death penalty!"
"He's an outsider! Please give me a clear mental education."
Hyun Sang approached with a big smile. Then, he snatched the back of Jong Hwe's neck and dangled it.
"Let's go somewhere nice with me."
Then I walked leisurely into the thick side of the bushes.
After a while, a terrible scream began to ring inside.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Ouch! Elder! Elder! I'm sorry! The elder!"
The faces of the disciples who heard the scream instantly turned pale.
'What, what's going on?'
I wonder, but I never want to know.’
I'm not gonna let you go!
Hyun Young smiled delightedly as he looked at his disciples still holding rocks.
"Yeah, yeah. You're doing well. Great guys."
Then he peeked at Chung-Myung and said,
"Raise one more rock at a time."
Baek Cheon closed his eyes as he saw Chung-Myung carrying a trudging rock.
Why do you always start with me?
You son of a b*tc*.
* * *
Baek Cheon looked wistfully at the grains of rice scattered apart from the chopsticks.
The priests had already given up eating rice with chopsticks, and had their faces stuck in the bowl.
"Can you eat more?"
"…It looks like you're chewing sand, but you still have to eat to hold on."
Baek Cheon sighed with his eyes down.
"You have to eat. You have to eat to survive."
Eventually, Baek Cheon put a bowl of rice into his mouth and scooped it out.'The real feeling of sand chewing...'….’
It was then.
Chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop!
Chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop!
Baek Cheon turns his head weakly.
Chung-Myung, sitting next to him, was literally eating. Chung-Myung, who emptied a bowl of rice neatly, took the stir-fried pork from the bowl and poured it into his mouth.
"Wow! It's so delicious to eat after training!"
That son of a b*tc*...
It's good to eat well. But do you have to eat like you're teasing me?
Eventually, Baek Cheon asked, twisting his face.
"Is it good?"
"……Yes, eat a lot."
What's the point of saying it? What's the point of saying...….
I didn't have the strength to say anything. Baek Cheon shook his head and tried to eat, but Jo-Gol, who took his face off the bowl, opened his mouth weakly.
"I don't understand...… Why are the elders so strong all of a sudden?”
Baek Cheon's ears wriggled. It's because he didn't talk, but he was also curious about the car.
"Is your ball that great? Is that what happens when we learn it?”
"What a dream.”
But Chung-Myung put his chopsticks down with a sour face.
"Do you think your ball is some kind of heavenly peach? I'll make it strong.
"……Oh, no. The elders have become very strong.”
"It's a different case, you guys."
Chung-Myung kicked his tongue as if he were sorry.
"Of course, it's undeniable that the ball is the best of Hwasan's kind.”
They can expect a rise of more than one level by learning self-deprecation. You can't even compare yourself to a plum blossom or a seven-success.
So, if you learn self-discipline, at least the utility of your history will rise dramatically.
But that didn't mean it had the same effect as the elders.
"So the dexterity is like an old tree.”
"…What do you mean?”
You have to explain it to me so that I can understand it. Chung-Myung grumbles with a tiresome face. I said it in earnest.
"If a chef is good, he can make more delicious food with the same ingredients. Isn't that too obvious?"
"So if you get a better record, you can get stronger strength from the same history, and you can take-up history. The output will be stronger compared to the same experience.”
Jo-Gol nods as if he understands. Yoon-jong, who was listening, added words secretly.
"Then what does it mean to say that we and the elders are different cases?"
"I told you, a new ball is like an aquaculture."
"How many years do you think it's been since the elders and the elders trained in internal engineering?”
40 years? 50 years?
The exact number of years may not be known, but it may not be comparable to them, so they have been trained for a long time.
"There's no shortcut to history. Only how long you have been training and how consistently you have built it is decided."
Then Yoo-Esul raised his hand.
"Okay, ask me a question."
"Right, it's the ultimate thing to get over it. But there's a limit to the small end. No matter how well-made it is, it can't help but be impure if you compare it to your strength."
No, it's not like that.….
Anyway, I can't say anything in front of him.
"Anyway."Chung-Myung, who was briefly embarrassed, coughed in vain and opened his mouth again.
"So far, the elders and the elders have left the good ingredients that they have cultivated and collected for decades to the poor stock. But this time, the water is...….”
"You've changed to an imperial cook?"
"Yeah, that's how it feels. It's only natural that Beijing's best jujuru has started to cook for you that it tastes different.”
Baek Cheon nodded his head. The metaphor is a bit strange, but it was easy to understand.
"Yes, 50 years."
For a warrior, the training of his skills is like the beginning of the day. Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang must have been training their strength for 50 years, and Hyun Young also gave up swordmanship. He wouldn't have let go of his training.
If so, it means that the history is almost all of a sudden.
In addition, if the history of Chung-Myung's small group is added up, the history alone transcends most elders of the old file room.
Until now, the tolerance law, which utilizes the history, was so low that it was not noticeable, but Chung-Myung changed the tolerance law and began to exert strength by adjusting the history to suit the self-confidence ball.
"……but it was too much."
"Did you see him eat a rock the size of a house with one hand?”
"…It didn't seem to give me strength. I thought it was a rock."
When the story of the power of the elders came out, the Hwasan disciples, who had been spreading weakly, all spoke with their tongues out.
That's understandable. Wasn't it a rare sight in Hwasan?
Even Chung-Myung, who is recognized by others as the best player in Hwasan, does not have an overwhelming history.
Therefore, he has no choice but to open his mouth wide at the sight of lifting a rock, shooting a sword with chopsticks, and lifting a pillar embedded in a cornerstone like a stick.
"So the elders and the elders have become great masters?"
Chung-Myung grinned at the question someone threw while swallowing dry saliva.
"If you were stuck to being strong, would you have survived your private life and death row? I was beaten to death by the greenlings."
"Not yet, not yet. But……."
Chung-Myung, who had improved his speech, grinned.
"The story will be a little different once you've mastered the plum print. At the moment when the Trinity of Beopjeong, Singong, and Geomjeok was completed by mastering Chilseongbo and Maehwa.….”
Then he raised his chin up and cut his neck with his thumb.
I could understand the meaning of the move so well without having to listen to it.
Baek Cheon thought with a smile.
"Don't mess with me.’
Of course, I've never even thought that I would dare to talk to a long man, but now I can't even dream about it.
"But by the way...….”
Yoon-Jong said as if he didn't understand at all.
"How on earth does Elder Hyun Young know how to bully people?”
"……I doubt that, too."
I didn't even imagine it. Swing a sword in the water, carrying a rock the size of a house, and stepping on the prostitution. Is this what a normal person would think?
Even that Chung-Myung just trained him hard and hard with a strong fight, but he didn't bother people this creatively.
"What's scarier is...….”
"……this is what works."
Hawasan's disciples nodded in unison.
Swinging a sword in the water immediately showed how and how their history was circulating. Every time he swung a sword, he had to give more power than usual, which clearly showed the error of herbivores.In addition, as I carried the rock and went through the prostitution, I was forced to maintain the central axis of my body more sensitively than usual, even if the center of gravity was slightly off.
"How the hell did you come up with this kind of training...….”
Everyone is admiring with a slightly tired face, Yoo-Esul opens his mouth quietly.
"I'll do it."
Baek Cheon looked at Yoo-Esul and asked again.
"What did you say, brother?"
"I couldn't find the answer. In a normal way."
At the moment, everyone couldn't say anything. Baek Cheon drew a picture of young Hyun Young with a bite on his lower lip.
He had to learn only the lower class of martial arts, which could not be applied to the ascendancy of Jongnam or other old file rooms, wielding a sword in the water and carrying a rock.
The desperation to be stronger somehow would have led him to come up with such a training method. I wouldn't have recommended it to other students.
Back Cheon, briefly lost in thought, picked up the chopsticks he had put down again.
"Eat. You have to hold out in the afternoon.
"I will never be eliminated!"
Everyone started pushing the rice harder than before.
"Here's another bowl!"
"Soso, it's your third bowl."
"Then I'll have two more bowls!"
Chung-Myung smirked secretly as he watched them push the rice into the stomach.
The predecessor leads without saying a word, and the future trusts and follows without doubt.
Perhaps this is the Hwasan that Chang Jin painted.
Huh? It's a little different from what you thought?
'What do you want?'
If it's unfair, come back to life.