Chapter - 252 Episode 252. I dug my own grave. (2)

"You didn't leave the room again today?"

"Yes, Lord Sodan."

Hwang Jong's eyes narrowed.

"How is your meal going?"

"Leave the table in front of the door. You're going to hand out the table you're done with.…."

"Well."

He turned his head slightly and looked at the room where Chung-Myung sat.

"What the hell are you doing?…."

"I can't get into the room, so I don't know."

"Oh, my."

The door was tightly closed with no sign of opening. And Chung-Myung hasn't taken a single step in there for three days.

"If it's a Chung-Myung seal, it's already a master recognized by Kang Ho, so even if it's easy to solve it..."...but you're not frustrated because it's a human being human being?'

I feel like I'm doing something important, so it's hard to sneak away.

"Then……."

It was the moment when I was about to say something.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm going crazy!"

"……."

Wang Jong closed his mouth quietly.

Despite the huge roar from the room, Wang Jong was not surprised at all. The merchant, who was answering in front of him, also looked reluctant.

He wouldn't either.….

"That's the third day, too."

"Yes, Lord Sodan. He's been like that for three days."

"Oh, my God."

Wang Jong eventually shook his head.

Genius is said to be cranky, so I can understand as much as Chung-Myung is cranky. However, it was hard to hide the bewilderment to watch the bizarre acts from the sidelines.

"Anyway, don't neglect your meal."

"Yes, Lord Sodan."

"…I'll be a good drinker."

"Yes."

Eventually, he turned away without finding out anything.

'As a criminal, I can't keep up with him at all.'

But there was one thing for sure.

Every time that Chung-Myung stamp moves, Hwasan has made a huge profit. Maybe this time, too?

'You drive a storm every time you move, so it's worth a dragon.''

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Why can't I think of this!"

Chung-Myung rolled over the fluttering paper and slapped himself on the head.

If Wang Jong had seen the pathetic look, he would have slapped himself in the mouth and spit on the floor.

Chung-Myung couldn't afford to think about how ugly he would be now.

"There's a hole in your head!"

Why can't I think of Gu-Gyeol?

"Yes, I should've listened to it when the death penalty told me to study."

It was Chung-Myung, who regretted that half of the people in the world had to try again.

But this is not Chung-Myung's fault.

Memorizing martial arts is never easy. Furthermore, by senior martial arts, the decision alone exceeds the volume of a thick book. It's impossible to remember all of those structures perfectly.

If a person's ability can fully remember the structure, why would an emergency be necessary?

So it was crazy.

Originally, the insufficient memory should be supplemented in an emergency, but now the insufficient emergency is secured with memory, so the guest was completely turned around.

"No! Like this! Huh? Here, like this!"

It's strange.

I can do nothing, but I don't know how to do it.

The perfect house was built, but the blueprint was lost. So, we have to rip apart the house and make the blueprint again.

"No, why can't you think of anything? Why is he so smart? I wasn't like this in my previous life!"Chung-Myung couldn't beat him and hit him on the head. Then he suddenly stopped and shone his eyes.

"Oh, I remember!"

That's weird.

Why do you think of Gu-Gyeol when you have to hit him?

At this rate, the head will be broken even before all the non-payment is made.

"Ouch!"

He rushed to his desk and picked up his pen and ink. Then he scribbled down the phrase that came to mind like crazy.

"Yeah! That's it!"

Once the blockage is cleared, it comes out easily as if what I have been agonizing over so far is a lie. Then, when it gets stuck again, it rolls, hits, and rushes itself.

It's already been three days since I've done this.

Thanks to this, dozens of already completed secretaries were piled up in the corner of the room.

a dead hand

a battlefield

매Hwasan수(梅花散手).

Taeulji.

Fallen beam.

and so on

In case there is any doubt if there is any ignorance that is not in Hwasan, I wrote a new one in Hwasan now.

"That's enough!"

Chung-Myung lifted the completed class.

[Cancer Table]

It's a lot, too.

"Tsk."

He threw the book in his hand onto a pile of emergencies. And I looked at the pile with new eyes.

Okay.

Hawsan's ignorance was so colorful and varied.

'I'm getting goosebumps thinking about it.'

I felt like my hair stood up thinking that all this martial arts would have been real if I hadn't revived.

"It makes me angry, you bastards."

I'm angry with the demon who's been coming in, and the old file room guys who didn't help me.

"Do you think I'll forget this grudge?"

I'm Chung-Myung, you punks.

I've been busy so far, so let it go, but you guys don't think I forgot. I'll break your head one by one.

The trembling Chung-Myung sighed deeply.

'Now everything else is roughly done.'

Twenty-four neatly stacked brochures came into Chung-Myung's eyes.

"Ha... That's the problem."

When I came here, I was going to start with the twenty-fourth parallel. However, for some reason, the twenty-fourth-purchase screening was postponed to the last minute.

And now there is a limit to procrastination. There's nowhere else to run.

"What do I do?"

Chung-Myung nodded and sat arm in arm.

Is it blocked?

No way.

All other martial arts can be forgotten, but not just the 24th parallel. This sword was the root of Hwasan and the root of Chung-Myung. You can not only recite all the old stories in one sitting, but you can also draw all 24 illustrations.

Nevertheless, there was only one reason why it failed to start.

"What should I give you?"

Of course, what you need to give is a twenty-fourth buy-and-pull method.

The problem is that Chung-Myung knows two things about the 24-year-old's

One is the basic form of the long-standing twenty-fourth-purchase test in Wasan.

And the other is a modified twenty-fourth-peddle method created by Chung-Myung.

This was not particularly unusual.

The upward examiner reinterprets the existing methods to find the best direction for him. Chung-Myung had already transformed the twenty-fourth-hand-peddling method even before the Buddha's death, and had almost completed his own sword in the war against Mahkyo.

A more realistic and more aggressive form that suits a person named Chung-Myung.

"Yes."

Chung-Myung scratched his head.

"No matter how hard I think about it, my twenty-fourth-purchase test works for Hwasan right now."

First of all, it's easy for him to teach. And the speed of learning is much faster than the basic type.

Above all, it can have a much greater effect when dealing with other factions because it is practical.Fast and efficient. Just like Chung-Myung's holy spirit. There is no better test method for Hwasan to achieve results right now.

Nevertheless, he had no choice but to think about it.

Because transferring the modified twenty-fourth plum is shaking the foundation of Hwasan.

I don't even think about it if it's a different method of prosecution. He must have passed on what he thought was right. But it's not just the twenty-fourth parallel.

What should I say?

If I change this, I feel like Hwasan will no longer be Hwasan.

In the gates, prosecution is not simply a tool for defeating enemies. Of course, I don't mean to talk nonsense rather than using a sword.….

'It's full of energy.'

Hwasan's Sword's pursuit of enlightenment. The most complete embodiment of the spirit is the 24th-peddle sword.

A clumsy modification of the twenty-fourth plum may cloud the period of Hawasan's sword.

"Oh, yeah.

Chung-Myung, who was scratching his head until just before bleeding, soon dropped his hand and sighed deeply.

"What do I do?"

Will it follow the foundation?

Or are we going to move on?

He lay on the floor after much thought.

"The death penalty. Long sentence execution. What do you think we should do?"

As I asked Ho Gong a question, Cheon Mun's voice sounded sentimental.

What are you thinking about? Not like you.

"If I had the death penalty, I wouldn't have thought about it. I'm not worried because I'm doing this alone! I'm afraid I'll get nagged later!"

Bad guys.

I'll come with you and help you. You send people alone and make them do everything. Whew.

What's wrong with you?

"I wonder if it is right to modify the swordsmanship given by our ancestors."

Why don't you give me both?

"You know what you're talking about. If I give you two, you'll be confused between them. In a hundred years, the factions will be divided into what to learn."

That's what people do.

Chung-Myung of course now believes in his disciples. But Chung-Myung can't control the disciples he will enter after his death.

It's not a good way to divide a sword into two to bring them all together.

So what's your problem?

"Oh, my God! My ancestors...…."

Aren't you the forefather?

"…what?"

Chung-Myung tilted his head.

What are you talking about?

Do you have any ancestors? If you learn first, it's your ancestors. Aren't you the forefather to them?

"……."

What?

Wait a minute. Is that how it works?

- There's nothing to worry about. Your will is the will of forefathers, your will is the will of forefathers. No, your will is Hwasan's, and your will is Hwasan's will. Just do as you please.

"No, but...…."

And that wasn't it?

Chung-Myung frowned.

"Are you sure you're all right?"

- The world flows and flows. It is the world that changes, changes, and flows. And…….

Cheon Mun seems to be smiling softly.

- You're flowing through the present-day Wasan. You flow in Hwasan just like how Hwasan flows in you. Do as you please. That is the most natural Hwasan.

Soon, his voice is getting farther away.

"Tsk."

Chung-Myung sprang up from his seat and grabbed the brush.

Chung-Myung knows that that voice isn't really Cheon Mun's voice. It's what he says in the name of Cheon Mun."Yeah, you're right. I'm your forefather! There's no such thing as an ancestor!"

Of course, I don't know if I'll be dragged down by a dog investigator and beaten by a whip when I go up to the front line.….

"If you don't go there, that's all!"

Finally, Chung-Myung opened an empty book with his eyes wide open.

I leave his mind here.

Wasan's sword and Chung-Myung's sword.

At the same time, it will be an opportunity to reestablish his ignorance.

His eyes sank deeply.

"……."

Chung-Myung looked at the books piled up in front of him.

How long has it been?'

Well, I don't know.

I've almost forgotten the time since I started writing the 24th parallel.

He smacked his lips when he saw the accumulated class.

I'm not completely satisfied.'

That's enough. The deficiencies will be completed by future generations.

Wouldn't it be to move forward with the thought of perfection again, find loopholes that didn't exist, and make progress while doing so?

It's not always a good thing to make everything perfect.

So let's not have any lingering feelings.

More than that...

"How do I take this?"

I'm sure it'll look weird if I pack this big.

"Well."

Is that the only way?

Chung-Myung got up from his seat.

* * *

"Well."

Wang Jong walked slowly.

The moon was dark on the eve, but it was his long-standing habit to go around the harmony section before going to bed.

'The harmonization area has grown a lot.'

Originally, I thought it was a little too much, but now I admire the foresight of the father who created the harmony branch.

In addition, if they were able to participate in the tea trade in Hwasan this time, the harmony branch could be larger than the galaxy's top headquarters.

So the relationship with Hwasan...….Huh?'

Hwang Jong, who was lost in thought, opened his eyes wide.

Chung-Myung's visit, which had been tightly closed for seven days and nights, finally opened slowly.

"Oh, my God. Huh?"

His face, which had been slightly flattened with joy, hardened horribly.

Someone trudged out of the open door.

Black night happiness.

Black hood covering the face.

And a big pile behind his back...….

A thief?

Why is there a thief out there? It's a place where you can't survive even if you have to pay for it, not a thief.

Just as I was wondering if I should scream in a daze, the thief who found him waved his hand.

"It's been a while."

"Stop, don't tell me... Cheo, Chung-Myung stamp?

"Yes."

"What's the, uh, costume?"

"Oh?"

Chung-Myung looked down at his clothes and shook his hand as if it was nothing.

"Never mind. More than that, I'll be right back."

Where?

Hey, you crazy bastard! Where the hell are you going dressed like that?

"Oh, where are you going? On this late night?"

"Don't worry, I'll stop by Hwasan. Oh, I'd like to have breakfast, please. I'll be back before then. Of course!"

Chung-Myung waved brightly and flew away.

After his body shot straight at Hwasan, Wang Jong smiled.

Let's forget.

Let's just think it's a dream.

I think that would be beneficial to mental health.

……that crazy guy.