Chapter 245: 245
"Will it be all right?"
"What did you say?"
"…Is that okay?"
The eyes of Hyun Jong, who turned his head after Hyun Sang's gaze, showed Chung-Myung stirring the pot with a colorful glow.
"…Do I understand?"
No one could even approach it.
I can't cry or leave because I'm worried, but I don't dare to approach you.
Even if you don't know much about martial arts, you can see that something huge is going on there right now.
Therefore, even the three completely exhausted people cannot leave their seats and are staying here until the sun sets and rises again.
"It's already almost the day."
"…That's right."
Hyun Jong looked at Chung-Myung with slightly trembling eyes.
'It's what the three of us had to do.'
How could he do that?'
It's complicated and tricky enough for two elders to push back the history, and for one of the unborn ships to carefully control the history and stir.
Chung-Myung, however, is using both hands to boost the history of different amounts of heat and stir at the same time.
It's already been a whole day!
That's enough to stick out your tongue, what the hell is that constant radiance?
"Woongak……. No, Yakdang-ju."
"Yes, a long writer."
"Did Yakson's podium say that? The podium gives off a glow?"
"…I've never heard of it before."
"Right?"
So what the hell is going on here?
Hyun Jong, who was looking at Chung-Myung in bewilderment, opened his mouth as if possessed.
"Oh, how long do we have left?"
"What do you mean…….."
"How much more do I have to stir?"
"Oh! Eee, there's not much time left. I'm sure it started with Missy, so there's about one left."
"Is there a way to know that it's completely over?"
"I'm not sure I'm going to……."
Hyun Jong clenched his fist and looked at Chung-Myung with eager eyes.
'You have to do it.'
One can tell.
Now Chung-Myung is probably in areas they don't understand. The half-open eyes and the colorful glow from the body were enough to guess.
'Chung-Myung아! Cheer up a little bit more……!'
When Hyun Jong gave his earnest support, Ungak opened his eyes wide.
"Huh?"
"Why, why are you doing that?"
"Look at that! That one!"
"Huh?"
Ungak reached out and pointed to the pot.
"Huh?"
"Well, what's that?"
The wise men's ships opened their eyes wide in astonishment.
Their eyes were on the pot that Chung-Myung was stirring.
Whoo! Whoo!
The pot emits a faint, five-colored glow. The light became stronger and stronger, and soon filled the Hwahae Yakdang with a dazzling glow that hurt the eyes.
"Ugh!"
When Hyun Jong, who closed his eyes for a moment, slowly opened his eyelids…….
What about this scent?
a deep scent
A too thick scent penetrated his nose.
This is definitely the same scent he smelled when he opened the box of the Honors!
"No way!"
"Already?"
Three people jumped up at the same time.
Their persistent gaze never came off the glowing pot and Chung-Myung.
Meanwhile, Chung-Myung did not know what was happening behind his back.
All his nerves were completely focused in the pot.
Harmony.
Yakson is a great man.It wasn't made of ordinary ingredients.
These ingredients are in perfect harmony with each other. Yakson has found the most perfect combination of the many medicinal products in the world.
The strength of the pot and spatula only boosts the energy of the medicinal ingredients.
All that a person who makes a marriage fabric has to do is create this perfect harmony.
'So….'
[Stir for ten days]
That's all I could say.
How many people in the world can understand the word, even if it is used to perfectly harmonize their energy?
It is too hard to convey the meaning fully in writing. And it's even harder if you don't know what level it is to listen to it.
After all, this may be the easiest way that Yakson came up with after much thought. Anyone who will follow his will and take over the secret of marriage can create a marriage group.
Even if the level was a little lower than the original marriage group he created, he thought it was worth it.
Fortunately or unfortunately, it was Chung-Myung who got the secret of marriage.
A person who has exceeded even the confidence of his past life.
That's why he can take a step further from Yakson's original marriage.
Pour energy into the pot.
Embracing the energy of Doga, the clearest energy in the world is mixed with the energy of Honwon.
That's why you're a mixed man.
A private home ( 혼
Heaven and earth. And space.
Different things gather under the sky to form the world, and furthermore, the universe.
There is one world in this pot that Yakson dreamed of.
A world where everyone lives in harmony.
A world where everyone lives without arguing with each other.
I disagree with Yakson's idea, but I couldn't help but admire his tenacity and will to project his will to the altar.
Alone with Yakson.
Sweats are dripping from Chung-Myung's forehead.
The fire that was seething in the pot slowly subsides.
The cold air that had been condensed gradually removes the coldness and turns into water.
Earthenware from those grown on the ground mince the floor, and the underlying wood is tightly wrapped around it.
And the taboo that came out of the season.
Hydration Thursday and Friday.
In other words, misfortune.
There is a foundation for the world here.
A perfectly harmonious world that Yakson sought.
Chung-Myung just adds one more thing to the world.
Province.
Yakson creates a path to the world he created. The world is what exists, and the path is what you have to walk on.
The way is the will.
In the end, it will be the human heart.
Add pottery and heart to five.
His pottery begins to spin with the world of misfortune. The energy that was pushed out, rejected, and quarreled soon accepts the new energy and begins to spin together.
That's the way the world is.
To accept, understand, and hang out together.
There's a world in here.
Yakson's dream world turns into Chung-Myung's dream world.
How does that sound?
Yeah, that's good.
That's the way the world is. It's the world that changes, it's the world that doesn't change.
No matter what form it takes, the world is just the world.
Chung-Myung slowly opened his eyes.
Pushing all his energy to the end, he took his hand off the pot and grabbed an iron spatula.
The energy melts away.
Neither the five-hands nor the energy of Chung-Myung melt into one as if it means nothing.And finally!
Whoo! Whoosh!
The five-colored glow that used to come out comes together and has a subtle purple color. Not a brilliant glow, but a subtle embrace of purple.
Chung-Myung, who looked at the pot as if possessed, soon stepped back with an iron spatula.
"……."
Oh my god.
A spatula falls from a relaxed grip. Chung-Myung didn't know that and stared blankly at what he had created.
"Chung-Myung아?"
"……."
"……Chung-Myung아?"
In time, Chung-Myung's face turned blank.
Behind his back, wise men's ships and Ungak looked at him with a face that they couldn't breathe.
Hyun Jong gulped down his dry mouth and opened his mouth in a slightly trembling voice.
"Oh, what happened?"
"Uh……."
Chung-Myung alternately looks at them and the pot.
I'm gonna have to be honest, aren't I?
"For now, I failed to make a marriage party."
"……."
Hyun Jong's eyes are filled with gloom.
Instead of Hyun Jong who closed his mouth, Hyun Sang opens his eyes wide and asks.
"Shi, fail?"
"……."
"Ee, this is the light from failure?"
Hyun Young also hurriedly opens his mouth as if he doesn't understand.
"What's going on, man? Explanation……."
"Quiet."
Soon after, however, Hyun Jong stopped them from acting in a low and heavy voice. The elders, who were about to shout, all shut up.
Hyun Jong, who was looking at Chung-Myung without saying a word, smiled brightly.
"I'm sorry to hear that's too bad. But you'll have to try it again. It'll take a little time, but let's not think too fast. You've been through so much. Don't worry."
Chung-Myung smiles at Hyun Jong like that.
He's a great man anyway.'
failure
No one in the world will be disappointed before this. However, Hyun Jong regained his composure in that short time.
And I'm more worried that Chung-Myung will be disappointed than their troubles have gone to nothing.
'That's how you're a long story.'
And that's how you're a master.
I'm glad this person is a long writer, really.
Chung-Myung, who was slightly accused, continued.
"The marriage party failed."
"Yeah, that's fine. I don't mind……."
"But I don't think I……."
"Huh?"
Chung-Myung turned his head and looked at the pot emitting a purple glow.
What do you call that?
Okay.
That's the only one.
"…I think you've created a small group."
"Huh?"
"The Self-Defense Forces?"
Hyun Jong tilts his head.
"What does that mean? What do you mean?"
The Jasodan was the most accomplished group in Hawsan in the past. However, the podium law of the fleet was practiced with the invasion of the Magyo.
But what do you mean, out of the blue?
Chung-Myung grinned and continued.
"I'm not saying that I made the original Jasodan that was handed down to Hwasan. But this isn't even a marriage party."
It was a little different from Yakson's intentions.
It's a complex that only Chung-Myung can create in the world.
"A further group from the marriage was created in Hwasan, so it's called the Jasodan."
Hyun Jong's eyes trembled.
What did he just say?
"More, more?"
"Yes."
"You're saying you've moved on from the original mix?"
Chung-Myung shrugged.
"I told you so."
"Well, then."
"Yes."
Chung-Myung smiled.
"It worked!"
The elders faced each other in the face. And the pharmacist also looked at the elders and pots in disbelief.
And a little later.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
"Ho, alone! No, Jasodan!"
"I'll have to see it with my own eyes! With my own eyes!"
Where did they gain such strength, the dying elders rushed toward the pot with enormous force. Then he puts his head out into it."Oh!"
"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
Hyun Young, who saw something white with a subtle purple glow, turned his head and told Yakdangju.
"It's not a small group."
"Hey, that's right! This is the small end."
"Isn't it just a lump?"
"Ee, if you roll it up and dry it, it's the spirit! Come on, Elder! It's a success!"
"Success?"
"Yes! If you don't succeed, you'll never smell like this! I've never seen a light-splitting altar before! If this is not a spirituality, what is a spirituality in the world?"
Hyun Young looked back and forth at the pot, Yakdangju and Chung-Myung as if he couldn't believe it.
And
"Hahahahahaha! You goblin!"
He rushed in as if he had nothing to think about and hugged Chung-Myung.
"Argh! It hurts!"
"Hang in there, hang in there! Hahahahaha! This lucky man now does. You're even making a nirvana! What did you want to eat, man?"
And that wasn't enough, so I held Chung-Myung up and went round and round.
"Ah! I'm dizzy!"
"You cute little thing!"
Hyun Sang shouted with tears in his eyes.
"Jang Moon-in! Success! Success!"
"Yes…. Yes. I see."
In fact, Hyun Jong, a long-time writer, stammered as if he could not help himself from the overwhelming emotion. He looked up at the pot and looked up at the ceiling.
My forefathers.'
We're finally here.
To get here,
Are you watching?
An indescribable emotion shakes Hyun Jong.
It's all thanks to him showing up.'
I can't imagine what HWASAN would look like now if our ancestors hadn't sent Chung-Myung away.
No.
Maybe even the name Hwasan isn't left by now.
The thought of it made my nose run cold.
It was the moment when Hyun Jong was about to say something out of emotion.
"No, it's not time for this!"
"Huh?"
Chung-Myung hurriedly pushed Hyun Young away and lit his eyes.
"What do you think will happen? Don't try to throw a party already, but hurry up and make the altar! You can't feel safe until the whole thing goes into your mouth!"
That's right!
"Move, move!"
"Oh, come on!"
"I'll start right now!"
The elders rushed into the pot and tilted their heads.
Huh?
But who are we listening to right now?
"Hurry up!"
"Oh, come on! Yes!"
I don't care.
To do anything…….
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