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'When was your brother's birthday?'

I couldn't remember when I first heard that question In the second or third quarter he no longer answered
those questions That's why I didn't think hearing the answer would help those who asked the question. But
there were times when they answered me like now "It's August 3rd."

'August 3rd? Are you sure?'

'I promised to.'

Then the child frowned.

"Promise? Who decides birthdays like that?"

He took out the Jincheon Passage and began to wipe it off The child is right. No one decides a birthday like
that. But is that important?
"Who did you promise?" No need to know." Is it a girl?"

He looked at the child with a slight frown I could see the face of Kim Nam-woon smiling in the distance. I
thought I knew it was a rough situation.

A lot of memory disappeared during the wheel of time. Some memories disappeared between the wheels,
and Yoo Joong-hyuk intentionally threw them between the wheels. But there were memories that didn't go
away. For example, the memory of learning swords from Pacheon Gumseong for the first time.

" Again?You're persistent."

"This isn't my apprenticeship period. You're not my disciple."

Pacheon Gumseong looked down at Yoo Joong-hyuk with contemptuous eyes. She opened the face of Yoo
Joong-hyuk with a big mouth and blew the smoke Without saying a word, Yoo Joong-hyuk brought the
paper that was attached to the signboard Pacheon Gumseong frowned on "Recruitment of Permanent
Disciples," "Recruitment of Permanent Disciples is correct, but not everyone receives it."

"I'm not anyone."

"You look like that. Your face is definitely quite usable, so I can slave you if you want."

"Teach me Mugong."

Pacheongeomseong quickly buys Yoo Joonghyuk's whole body due to his brazen tone. Then he murmured,
meaning

"I can't even teach years."

"Did you decide without teaching?"

"My martial arts aren't for little guys like you."

"I'm not small."

"And it's not a martial arts suitable for a boy to use."

Pacheon Gum-sung said that, swinging a gombang in the air. It looks like you're swinging it without
thinking. Yoo Jung-hyuk was able to feel the profound herbivores involved in the trajectory of the acting.

'You can't be as strong as I am if you learn my martial arts.'

'You'll know once you know it.'

Are you so obsessed with martial arts?"

The eyes of Yoo Joong-hyuk, who slowly raised his head, were blazing.

"Because it is the only 'Mugong' left in this group."

Yoo Joong-hyuk did not mean that he did not try to learn other martial arts. I also went to Namgung Sega,
where there is Geomje, and to Jongnampa, where even the falling year is cut down. But it was all a bunch
of dorks. There was no proper martial arts left here in <First Moorim>. All the techniques once called
martial arts were standardized and distributed as skill books that anyone could learn conveniently But Yoo
knew it. You can't drop the stars with just that skill.

'I need the power to kill the Holy See."

a man capable of killing the Holy See The most powerful of them was Pacheongeomseong in front of them,
who was named "Star Stream" as the Transcendental Left. Pacheon Gumseong, who sighed lightly, opened
his mouth.

"If you beat him, I'll think about it."

Bungun and Pacheonsin-gun, who appeared growling, blocked Yoo Joong-hyuk. Come to think of it, it was
the beginning of a boring priestly relationship. For Yoo Joong-hyuk, who succeeded in taking away Pacheon
Shingun's rice bowl after many twists and turns, the first task given by Pacheon Gumseong was as follows:

'Do 30,000 cuts.'

'You can't do 30,000 cuts a day.'

"Thirty thousand times is nothing. Some people in the world have stabbed ten billion times in 40 years."

"Don't lie."

"I'll have to use honorifics first.""

Yoo Jung-hyuk thought throughout the entire time when he was beaten by a bowler.

Is it really right to be strong like this? Yoo Joong-hyuk was slapped every day. That way, another week, 15
days passed.

"How long have you been stabbing?"

"I've done it about 10,000 times."

"I've done it 20 times."

"I've told you to do it 20 times."

"Don't hit your butt."

Yoo Joong-hyuk was hit again. Even though I didn't get hit a few times, it hurt as if I had been hit by 20,000.
A month like that. Two months passed again. In conclusion, Yoo Joong-hyuk did not learn "Pacheon
Gumdo." What Pacheon Geomsung, who took Yoo Joong-hyuk as a disciple, did was to appreciate Yoo Jung-
hyuk's sculptural muscles while lying on the wooden floor. It was all about basic training or running errands.

"When are you going to teach the sword?"

"Go to Changcheonbong Peak in <The 2nd Murim> and beat Baekryeongcho."

Yoo Joong-hyuk climbed Changcheonbong Peak with all his might, being chased by Gu Pil-bang.

Dozens of times he skidded in the rain and fell off the cliff while competing with the shaman and the
knights of Gonnyun. Finally, Yoo Joong-hyuk succeeded in getting his hands on Baengnyeongcho.

"I brought it."

"Oh. Put it there for now."

"Why did you ask me to bring this?"

Pacheongeomseong smiled happily as he looked at Baengnyeongcho, where a fresh scent spreads.

"There is an air-cleaning effect on this pool."

"Are you teaching me the sword now?"

"The 4th Moorim has a Jangbodo."

It's the 'scene of pedantic labor and management'. Go into the unexplored area and bring the pills left by
labor and management."

"What?" Pacheon-shin-gun, who was next to me, barked.

Pacheon Gumseong said.

"He's so weak these days that I should give him some medicine."

Yoo Joong-hyuk set out on his way to get some medicine to feed his dog. I thought there would be only
weak people because the name was "The 4th Moorim," but the masters of "The 4th Moorim" were great.
In particular, those who were considered teenage masters were at a level that Yoo Joong-hyuk could not
deal with. However, it was a good thing to come back after meeting a teenage master.

"Go to Magyo in <The Third Murim> and get a fountain of cold ice. It's so hot these days that I'm not
motivated to teach Tongmu Gong."
When I went to Magyo, I almost died. I met a shaman called Cheonma, and it seemed that I could not kill
him even if all the teenage masters of the 4th Murim gathered. Even so, the "Cheonma" is only a thousand
miles from "The Third Moorim," and according to Pacheon Gumseong, the real C Cheonma is several times
stronger than that.

"Go to Sorim and steal a large ring. Watch out for these guys."

Yoo Joong-hyuk was also familiar with the reputation of Shaolin Temple. But even so, I thought it was a
place where ddungjung people gather. a body already rivaled by a teenage master and a thousand horses.
There was no way I could have dealt with him. I thought so, but Yoo Joong-hyuk, who was attacked by a
monk for a short time, shaved his head and was trapped in Mardi-dong for three months. Although he
managed to escape and steal the Great Fantasy, he almost died when he came out of the Sippalahanjin
(+羅陣漢)八).

"It took a long time this time. Why is the head like that again?"

Yoo Joong-hyuk's bald head was the work of Shin Seung, the highest master of Sorim. Fortunately, there
was a gain from giving up the head. This is because I learned the [Baekbo Shinkwon] of Sorim. Three
months like that. Six months. Another year has passed. My hair grew quickly. After that, Yoo Jung-hyuk
managed to complete his errands by overcoming the danger of dying several times They were such hard
errands that I thought it would be better to return and start everything again. Starstream = is wide and has
a lot of cilantro. How much stronger. Can we see the end of this terrible scenario?

Sometimes I tried to attack Pacheon Gumseong with a sword. I was nearly dead. Pacheon Gumseong was
something that could not be won even if both Shinseung, Cheonma, and teenage masters rushed in. Yoo
Joong-hyuk was satisfied even though he was beaten to a pulp. In any case, his teacher is stronger than a
god or a horse.

'Why the hell did you choose to teach me?'

'You're handsome.'

'What does that matter?'

'I'm not going to have another chance to beat the handsome guy like this.'

Another year has passed. In the meantime, Yoo Joong-hyuk met many masters. We fought. We won. as his
fame spread throughout The First Moorim The reputation of Pacheongeomseong Fortress was also
increasing day by day by day.

"I'm the one who defeated the masters, but I don't know why your reputation is rising."

"The world recognized the shadow of an outstanding teacher."

"The teacher is a teaching creature."

"Come to think of it, you don't ask me to teach you swords these days."

Giggling Pacheon Gumseong sat on the wooden floor as usual. The sojourners of Sega, who came to see
Yoo Joong-hyuk, who is training, disappeared one by one, and the cool night air poured in instead. Two
years have passed since Yoo Joong-hyuk came to Murim. Pacheon Shin-gun, who came up to the floor with
a thud, took a seat next to Yoo Joong-hyuk's leg and lay down. A stronger dog than a dog. A dog that even
entered the subject before him became his death penalty. A dog that had the strongest experience in the
world by eating the vision new drugs and grand hospitality of the wise management. Yoo Jung-hyuk sighed
lightly and stroked the dog's back. As if in a good mood, Pacheon-shin gently shook his tail. A murmur of
water came from a nearby mill. The grass bugs wept through the grass. Yoo Jung-hyuk let out his breath
quietly. The swaying leaves of Baengnyeongcho spread the cool cold air of ice late in life. The heat of the
day is gone and the night has come. The night sky of the moorim is beautiful.

"Tell me your story."

Normally, I wouldn't have started talking just because I was told that by a shameless teacher. He was
always on the lookout, and he was the type who rarely talked about himself. So he probably opened his
mouth because he thought this life was wrong anyway. Or it may have been because of the soft hair of
Pacheon-shin-gun that touched his thighs. Or it could be because the round cigarette smoke of
Pacheongeomseong Fortress spreading playfully in the night sky was funny. The sound of grass bugs and
water being heard was so loud that the freezing cold stars were so dazzling that no one might have been
mistaken for listening to him tonight. Whatever it was for, Yoo Joong-hyuk opened his mouth and talked
rambling. The story of the day I first participated in the scenario. Let's start the regression. the story of
repeating the world Yoo Joong-hyuk talked to himself about the story that no one would understand. It
didn't matter whether Pacheon Gumseong heard the story or not. But Yoo Joong-hyuk wanted to talk about
it. There was someone to listen to. Like a tree that has lived for a very long time, Pacheon Gumseong heard
his story. Only the Myeonggyeongmok of Pacheongeomseong Fortress, which shines in the subtle night air,
informed her that she was listening to Yoo Joong-hyuk's story. the eyes that look into the feelings of others

Looking at the eyes that did not comfort or blame him recklessly, Yoo Joong-hyuk felt an unknown comfort.
And how long has it been? Finally, Yoo Joong-hyuk's story is over. Pacheon Gumseong thought for a while
and said,

"You were like a parentless fellow from the beginning."

Yoo Jung-hyuk asked after thinking for a while.

"Are you insulting me?"

"It was like a guy who fell from the sky."

Yoo Joong-hyuk looked up at the sky quietly. Perhaps Pacheon Geomsung's words were not so wrong.
Actually, he doesn't know his parents' faces.

"When was your day of birth?"

"I don't know."

"Nobody told you?"

Yoo Joong-hyuk nodded

Of course, there is a resident registration number assigned to him. But I knew it wasn't really his birthday.

"I only know that I was born in the summer."

The fleetingly beautiful mob sky. At the end of that dazzling Star Stream. There will be someone who made
all these scenarios without hearing.
"Why do you want to be a transcendental seat?"

Yoo Joong-hyuk looked up at the sky without saying a word. Pacheon Geomsung also looked at Yoo Joong-
hyuk's sky. Sometimes there is a feeling that can be conveyed just by looking at the same place. The
Swordsman slowly rose from his seat and drew his sword toward the sky. It was a beautiful sword. The
delicate yet strong, beautiful and restrained sword, and her sword, which stretched out toward the sky,
poured the sky as it was. Is it an illusion? The stars in the sky she earned seemed to fall. Yoo Jung-deok
looked at the stars falling blankly. I couldn't shake my eyes even though I knew it was hallucination. How
long have I been watching the lights that breathe beautifully like firecrackers? In the meantime, there was a
small sketch in the hand of Pajeongeomseong, who had been somewhere.

Eat. It's my favorite food."

Steam billowed up from the shaking envelope. Yoo Joong-hyuk frowned.

"I don't eat what others make."

"I bought it for you.Eat."

"No."

"Let's see."

Through the bright summer starlight today, the sword of Pajeongeomseong painted the arms and three.

"From now on, today is your birthday.

I'm your student. It would have been nice if it was the end of the memory about birthdays. But as always,
this Star Stream doesn't like happy ending. Exactly a year after the summer night's fireworks went off. It
was a hot and humid summer, a stormy night.

"Teacher."

Pacheongeomseong was joined by Heaven and Blood. More than a few hundred masters died, and Pacheon
Gumseong fought against the Returning Patients' Federation and maintained his own difficulties. Yoo
Joong-hyuk ran through the air wearing a fallen pajeon sword. He also knew that it was not already a
recoverable wound and that it was a wave test.

"Pajeon Sword!"

There was no response to the cry of gravity. The gravitational pull of her lying in the safe house spilled her
masterpieces into the mouth of Pajeon Sword. These were the spiritual medicines he had been collecting.
Baengnyeongcho, Hyeonhakdan, Daehwandan, but the spirit of Pajeongeomseong was only getting weaker.

Pacheongeomseong's folktale was breaking. Yoo Jung-hyuk uttered abusive language. Please. She was so
big that she looked like a forest. She was also a tree. It was a tree that collapsed when a typhoon blew and
lightning struck. What if we turn back time? If you go back here. So if I can save my teacher. Turning back
time, the electromagnetic wave he remembers disappears His teacher, who raised his eyes, was watching
him. Her big hand thanked Yoo for his night.
"My student."

"I haven't learned Pacheon Gumdo yet."

··Don't you already know?"

Pajeon Gumsung knew Yoo Joong-hyuk's talent. Yoo Joong-hyuk's devilish talent, who learns everything,
has already absorbed the "pajeon sword" that he saw over his shoulder.

Yoo Joong-hyuk shook his head.

"You said you'd make me transcendent. I'll make it possible for you to kill the Holy See. I'll make it possible
to break down that Star Stream. I can't be strong without you. I

"Joonghyuk."

<The teacher's eyes were looking at him.

"You are already stronger than I am," quivered Yoo's shoulders. I was going to say no.

"You're refusing to be stronger than me." Yoo Jung-deok's head fell slowly. Breathing became rough and my
fingertips twitched.

The past year has been so peaceful that I forgot this sense. It's all about to repeat itself again.

"Pacheon Geomsung, I know."

"I know."

The big teacher's hand covered Yoo Joong-hyuk's head. As if he really knew Yoo Joong-hyuk's heart,
Pacheon Geomsung smiled faintly.

"He's a handsome student. I don't want you to learn Pacheon Kendo again."

The teacher's words echoed in my head. I shouldn't have visited Pacheongeomseong. I shouldn't have tried
to learn Pacheon Kendo. I shouldn't have come to Moorim.

"I want you to lie on the wooden floor and eat dumplings made by others."

The teacher knew what he was going to do. I knew what kind of sky she was going to break with so I did not
try to teach swordsmanship. I wanted him to give up somehow.

"But you'll go to beat Baengnyeongcho again. I know why I ordered it, but I'm going to do it."

That's why I had to run such a hard errand.

"I'm going to attack the unexplored landscape of labor and management, and steal ice ice and grand
hospitality forever. Time and time again. I will be 29 years old and I will be Lee Lip."

Yoo Joong-hyuk's hand shook. I wanted to say something, but my voice didn't come out. Pacheon
Gumseong went on to say.
"I will ask for your birthday without knowing anything else. People will congratulate you when you are 29
years old and when you are Lee Lip. Light was disappearing in the eyes of the wavefront sword, as if looking
at the distant future of the student who would repeat the same time without understanding what it meant
to you.

"Don't hate people too much, though, Jezza."

He is a regressor. A person walking alone, remembering all the time.

"They're just glad you were born."

Looking at the slowly falling teacher's hand, Yoo Joong-hyuk raised his head. The sky of Star Stream was
seen again. The view of the same sky was only reduced by one, but the stars there looked different than
usual. Yoo Joong-hyuk stood up completely from his seat. Just as trees grow only after receiving light and
water, tales grow on tragedy. Humans in the scenario become strong only when they lose something.
Moorish nights were no longer beautiful. Yoo Joong-hyuk held the sword. He was born at last. At that
moment he was neither a saint nor a star. Nevertheless, Yoo Joong-hyuk seemed like a bright star to the
Holy Fathers of the distant universe. Thus, Yoo Jung-deok became a transcendent seat.

The video was played with the bright light of search search in the body. [41], who was sitting on the park
bench and looking into the video together, murmured.

'Did you remember this?'

the covert schemer shook his head slowly. It was his old habit to recall his entire life using the memories of
the little Yoo Joong-hyuks He was also the first to see such a memory.

"Do you remember seeing him for the first time?"

You must remember all and Yoo Joong-hyuk."

[I also have a memory that I don't know] 41. As if you had forgotten your life.]

The words silenced [41]. 41st Episode of Yoo Joong-deok,

He is the only speaker who does not remember most of his life. Because of that, he doesn't even know
what exactly happened in his life.

[Maybe it's a newly observed memory]

Yoo Joong-hyuk's memory of living 1.863 episodes is as vast as the universe. Some of the memories exist
unrecorded. You may wonder what that means, but this universe is built like that. As if something had
come to mind, the "secret plotter" took a book out of his arms. [41], who saw the name of the book #Kim
Reader's Comment Record Book, asked with his eyes wide open.

'What's that?'

[The book chronicles the lines he left behind] ]

"I mean, why do you have such a thing?

The clandestine schemer turned the pages without an answer, and stopped at one point.

"Writer, but when is Jung Hyuk's birthday?"

The secret plotter looked into the comment for a long time. Kim reader left this comment before or after
Pacheon Gumseong talked about his birthday. It was then that the text message arrived with the sound of a
tingling.

Captain, you're coming at 8 o'clock today, right? Everyone is waiting.

< The message was accompanied by a single photo. I think we're all together. Lee Ji-hye, who was coated
with flour at night, was making a V with her hands. Kim Nam-woon, who frowned with walking, Lee Heon-
sung, who was helpless with broken dumplings, and Uriel, who was making large sheep-shaped dumplings,
were also seen. At the edge of the picture, I could see the hand of a boy who looked like a middle school
student

This too? What Lee Ji-hye sent was a picture of a big dumpling the size of a human head. It was not a size
that a person could eat, but a big dumpling that could not be understood by his beauty. On top of the big
dumpling, there was a cringe-worthy writing as if it were written in ketchup. A secret plotter of dumplings
made by others looked into the picture for a long time and entered a reply.

-So, what others made was a secret plotter who had written so far, pressed the wall space to erase all the
sentences. The sight gave [41] a grin. The afterimage of Strathsoffin [41] permeated the secret plotter. The
secret plotter rose from his seat without a word. The sun was setting before I knew it. I looked at the clock
and it was 7 p.m. Originally, it was time to start paying for the scenario, but no matter how long I waited,
the scenario did not start. Next to the blinking clock was a number indicating the date.

Search in the body Search August 3rd. It was a day of solar power that had nothing to do with him. The sun
is not his back star, and naturally the solar power is not his time. No one lives a time like that, and no one
lives a time like that. But those who still remember him say today is his birthday. He wasn't sad about that
now