Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 183

It's better than bursting into death, isn't it? (5)

the next day.

Yoonjong half-opened his eyes.

'Why am I sleeping here?'

memory… … .

Ah!

Just like that yesterday, Cheongmyung was once more slenderly beaten and fell asleep as if fainting.

huh? Did you call it stunned?

anyway… … .

'I don't want to get up.'

When I open my eyes, that hellish thing will happen again. I don't intend to avoid training, but honestly, this is really... … .

"Ugh..."

Yoonjong shook his head.

Because he heard someone cry in his ear.

'Cry?'

Yoonjong got up and turned his head to find the place where the sound of crying was coming from. It was a jo-girl lying face down not far away. Yoonjong quickly robbed his seat, got up and ran to him.

"Walk! Walk! Are you okay?"

"Sa, the death penalty... Uh-huh-huh! The death penalty!"

"Are you injured by any chance?"

Joe Girl raised his head as if the world had collapsed. Yoonjong looked at him like that with an extremely serious face.

The Jo-girl he knows is a man among men who never despairs under any circumstances. When you see such a jogger squeezing out tears and runny nose, it is clear that even if something happens, it bursts firmly.

“The death penalty….. my strength… my strength.”

"History? Are you sure you're wearing an inner wound?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh of of, of of, of...

“……”

What are you talking about, you bastard?

"...But why are you crying?"

"The death penalty! My strength has increased!"

"Then why are you crying! You idiot!"

Jo-Geul was frustrated and made a mess as if she was going to break out.

"Damn, now that my strength has increased, shouldn't I be doing more of this?"

uh?

Did you hear it?

"I'd rather not get hit from today if my body is broken! Why is my body getting stronger after getting hit?

“……”

Yoonjong unknowingly turned his energy around.

"...is it true?"

It is clearly felt that the endurance has increased.

This was truly astonishing.

what is the strength?

It is the strength that you have to build up over and over for the rest of your life. After working all year round, I was like,

'Oh? Has it increased compared to a year ago?'

And it means you can feel it.

But in just one day, you can feel that your strength has increased in your body.

Such an absurd thing... … .

"... it works. It's absorbed."

Yoon-jong unknowingly grabbed Dan-jeon's hand. It was clear that the energy of the soul fabric that had been filled with Danjeon had been absorbed into the body.

In other words... … .

“I don’t know if I should call it accusation and blood… or full-body assault, but that damn thing worked.”

Hundreds of thousands were approaching. The expression on his face looked even more bitter.

"……Yes."

Yoon Jong was slightly confused by this subtle situation.

Should I really like this? Or should he hate it?

"thing……."

Baekcheon bit his lip as if he was speechless.

'This absurd and absurd thing works.'

To say that you can absorb energy by beating people, if this happens, all the sects in Jungwon would become a violent group... … . Ah? Are you still a gangster?

At that time, the root of all things approached them in a hurry.

"What are you whispering about?"

"Turn it off."

A hundred thousand made a sound of pain.

"My strength has increased."

"Natural sound. I suffered so much yesterday because of that!"

Oh, are you?

But the face of the person who suffered is very refreshing, doesn't it?

"It's not normal..."

Baek Chen sighed.

"I have nothing to say since the result came out like this, but I can't understand it at all. Isn't it basically a matter of clearing the clogged blood?"

"It's similar. And what I did was a little different from chugunggwahyeol."

"……then?"

"It's just beating you down."

“……”

Baekcheon's hand twitched over the sword.

Maybe we need to cut this guy down here so that there will be no peace in the world?

if you can do it though.

"How does that work?"

"Twitter."

Cheongmyung clicked his tongue as if it was bothering him.

If it was in the past, it would be cumbersome to explain, and I would have grabbed his hair and dragged him to do what he told me to do, but now I have no choice but to explain.

Qingming reached out his hand and tapped Baekcheon's chest.

"How did you make this?"

"Yes?"

"This muscle."

Baekcheon gently lowered his head and looked at his chest. There are definitely strong muscles there. Before receiving training from Cheongmyeong, my muscles were not this strong.

As a result of overusing his body with his three generations of disciples, he became this kind of body.

“I practiced.”

“Then why do you build muscle when you practice?”

"Yeah..."

Baekcheon bit his lips.

It was so natural that I didn't even question it. There are countless words to answer, none of which are clear.

"It's simple. It hurts."

"...what does that mean?"

"The muscle is torn."

Qingming twisted his hand slightly.

Yoonjong, who was listening next to him, tilted his head and asked.

"You mean that when a muscle is injured, it grows?"

"It's not just the muscles. Every place gets bigger than before when it's injured. The place where the wound is made swells up, and the broken bones get thicker than before. Depending on the situation, it's a little different, but most are like that."

Cheongmyung chuckled.

"In other words, what's the best way to train your body?"

"... get hurt."

"It sounds ignorant, but it's true. Even this is the standard practice in the field of oegong. What is the famous story in Shaolin about scourging the body by whipping or shoveling your hands into the hot sand?"

Baek Chen nodded his head blankly.

It's a difficult story to empathize with because it's a swordsmanship, but I've heard of Shaolin and other cults that use oegong to practice such training.

“But isn’t that a way to train your gaegong?”

“You do similar training in a volcano.”

"Huh? We?"

"When you first used the wooden sword, didn't your hand torn countless times?"

Baekcheon lowered his gaze and looked at his hand. Hard calluses, which should have been there for a swordsman, caught his eye.

"……It did."

"But now? Doesn't it tear?"

"Yes."

"The human body gets stronger the more it gets hurt. Excessive use is poisonous, but an appropriate wound makes the body stronger."

"Wow……."

Baekcheon looked at Cheongmyeong with admiring eyes.

"Why?"

"No, uh..."

And he said, looking at Cheongmyeong with a slightly subtle gaze.

"Because I never imagined that you could have such a theory in your head."

“……”

Then the people who were listening next to them also help out one word at a time.

"Surprising Laozi."

"I thought you were just a race that eats when you're hungry and fights when you're angry."

"He had a head."

“……”

no. these cubs?

Cheongmyeong's cheeks trembled.

"Show me what it's like to have no real head?"

"Heh heh heh."

"Is it going to rain? The weather is zero..."

As they all smoked, Cheongmyeong shot them all once with an axe's eye and continued.

"It's basically the same story."

"……what?"

“It’s the same with my strength.”

“……”

There was absurdity in Baek Cheon's eyes.

So what is Cheongmyung talking about now?

"Do you think that if you wear an internal wound, you will gain strength?"

"Yes."

"What nonsense! How can an internal injury be the same as a trauma? If the internal injuries are severe, people die."

"Even if the trauma is severe, people die."

"Yeah, that's right."

Qingming let out a sigh.

"It's no different with internal history. Internal injuries mean that the energy will eventually go down. In the process of recovering the broken energy, it will always recover stronger than in the past."

"But I've never seen such a case."

"Of course. Because there is a limit to the energy that can be gathered through Ungong. But now Sasuk's body has energy that can be absorbed without having to do it, right?"

"Huh……."

Baekcheon nodded his head unconsciously.

Now he has the energy of Honwondan in his body. His ability cannot absorb this energy in a short period of time, but it is true that it does exist.

"Is the body taking care of itself?"

"Is that the result?"

Qingming shrugs his shoulders.

"It's not a difficult story. If you cut the part with qi and blood properly and give it an appropriate inner wound, the body will long for energy to recover the inner wound. Then it will find other energy inside the body and use it. In the process, the aura becomes stronger than in the past."

Cheongmyung wiggled his fingers.

"Aura. Body. A simple logic that works either way."

“……”

At the sight of the executioners staring blankly with his face, saying that he did not understand at all, Cheong-myeong laughed.

'It must be difficult.'

Because this is not the knowledge taught by the clan.

This is the knowledge that Qingming acquired while wandering the battlefield countless times.

It is only a result of applying very lightly according to the level and safety of the death penalty, but in reality, this theory was completed at the crossroads of life and death.

It is only natural that those who have not learned it physically find it difficult to understand.

"I don't need to understand anything."

Woodduck!

There was a sound of breaking bones in the fist of Chongmyeong.

“If your brain doesn’t understand, your body will understand!”

“……”

right. right.

Cheongmyung, who had his neck broken from side to side, waved his hands and approached them.

"I just think of private practice as a comfortable match. If you do a match, it's okay anyway, so it's just easy, isn't it?"

no.

That's not comfortable at all.

Chung Myung-ah. It seems that you are thinking very wrong, but there are no cases in the world where you are right and feel comfortable.

Do you understand what I mean?

"Where can I find a better training than this? It gives you a real experience. It literally makes you use up all of the power you were breastfeeding. In the meantime, it also increases your strength.

"You must have run away before then, you idiot!"

"Giggle giggle."

Qingming smiled broadly.

"It's okay. It's okay. I don't die. I don't die. Have you ever heard of someone who died while practicing?"

I haven't heard

Of course you can't hear it. If I die like this, I won't be able to hear about it.

You can't hear it anyway, nigga!

Baek Chen took a deep breath.

Thousands of fires boiled inside, but for the first time, only those complaints were suppressed.

And suddenly, with a serious face, he grabbed the handle of the sword and shouted at the shouting Cheongmyeong in front of him.

"Okay!"

"Yes?"

"So, you're saying that if you endure the assault under the guise of this training now, you can become much stronger in a short period of time, right?"

"Sure."

Cheongmyung nodded his head without any hesitation.

"That sounds like something I really like."

Come to think of it, there is no better opportunity than this.

Aside from his strength, he fights twice a day with that monster? This is an opportunity that an uninhabited person would have dreamed of.

"but."

A hundred thousand have sharpened their teeth.

"You'd better be careful. If you get cuts on that face, it's going to make a bad impression even worse."

"Oh."

Cheongmyung chuckled.

'I have to come out.'

That's why a hundred thousand is good.