I stack experience through writing books - Chapter 114
Reading books gives you more experience! 114
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For two days, Jong-seok looked at the books in the library. There were books on the bookshelf from the Three Books of Libraries.
Some of them were severely damaged books. Especially, the books on the bottom of the bookshelf were almost killed, so it was prudent to touch them.
If you think about the time these books were on the floor, you should be well-managed just by staying like this.
Among the books, there were some books that Jong-seok might call a master calligrapher.
Anyway, Jong-seok looked at those books quickly and found books with Eugene’s handwriting.
The eyes of Jong-seok, who had put down a book and raised it again, sparkled.
“This is it.”
Myung Jin-rok’s handwriting was that of Yu Jin-haksa.
Jong-seok hurriedly opened a book to him.
His life was ruined.
As a servant of the command, it was in the order of heaven that the cause was ruined, though it should not be said.
The incompetence and greed of countless emperors have caused the order to rot, so how can it not be ruined?
However, it is heartbreaking that my incompetence seems to have contributed to the failure of the people in my time.
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Myeongjinrok recorded why Eugene returned to the village and what he thought was the “if” of history.
It was Myeongjinrok who wrote down the path that the Ming emperor should have taken if he had pursued such a policy and had responded to such a thing.
Jong-seok, who read Myung Jin-rok, looked at the books below him. Some had titles, some had no titles.
But all of the titles were Eugene’s handwriting.
He quickly began to scatter the books.
They are trying to check what’s in it for now.
Jong-seok’s hand stopped while he was looking at the books quickly.
“Blow?”
The text in the book was French.
Jong-seok, who saw the writing in French, held it still and sat down where the blanket was.
‘This is what I was looking for.’
As soon as he saw the book written in French, Jong-seok knew it was what he was looking for.
Jong-seok quickly went down to him.
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Jong-seok was reading Eugene’s book carefully.
Eugene left a record of where he got his experience book.
Eugene’s path to gaining experience books was to fight against Japanese raiders. It was the book of experience that brought down the head in the fight against the large Japanese pirates that invaded the South Sea.
Yoo-jin took care of her experience book for one reason. The armor and clothing burst into pieces when the tension was released on the head’s chest, and the experience book on the chest was intact.
Moreover, when the book of experience flew away, the Japanese were shocked and took the book reflexively.
And Eugene, who read the book, had the same question as Jongseok. Why is there no writing?
Eugene wrote and was set up as a cursive.
At that time, Eugene was over 50 years old and had already established a family of academics and military exploits, so he did not gain much experience by using his experience book.
Eugene thought that the experience gained without effort was not his own.
The only way to solve curiosity and questions was to gain experience by using the experience book.
After reading a book for a while, Jong-seok took out his experience book and looked at it.
Yu-jin’s records show how she obtained the experience book, but they were not very informative about the experience book itself.
It’s all about Jong-seok.
“Is it so hard to know about you?”
The Experience Book shows the experiences left by the former writer. But there are things that are not shown.
It was the name of the former writer, and the process in which the former writer obtained the experience book.
As he got to know about the experience book, Jong-seok once asked for the experience that former writers had gained.
However, he did not give me an experience book. In addition, he did not respond to an article asking him to show his experiences when he first got his experience book.
With the words,
Perhaps Yujin knew about it and wrote in a general book, not an experience book.
Jong-seok, who was thinking for a while, looked at the book.
“But there’s something I got. At least how Eugene lived?”
Jong-seok, who was muttering small, suddenly stroked his chin.
‘Eugene’s life, ··’
Jong-seok, who was thinking about Eugene’s life, began to think hard. When I thought about Eugene’s life, I came up with a clue to know something about his experience book.
When Jong-seok thought of it, he heard a hurried knock on the door from outside.
“Representative! Congressman!”
At the sound from outside, Jong-seok hurriedly put his experience book in his backpack and came out.
“Yes!”
There was an old man outside. But, 그런데·.
“Blood?”
The old man’s clothes were stained with blood.
“What’s the matter?”
“A wild boar appeared on the mountain and hurt people.”
“The boar? The patient?”
At Jong-seok’s horse, the old man hurried away with him. Running after such an old man, Jong-seok could see people gathered in the vacant lot of the village.
Jong-seok, who pushed people inside, could see a man bleeding down and his grandmother holding him.
When I first came to the village, it was an old lady who said her back hurt.
“Oh! Senator! Please save my baby!”
Jong-seok nodded at the grandmother’s cry and hurriedly looked at the patient.
Just fifteen years old, he was still a child. Jong-seok, who was checking the patient’s pulse, hurriedly said.
“Is there any saliva in town?”
“Chim?”
“Do you have any saliva anywhere?”
The grandmother looked at Jong-seok as everyone shook their heads.
“What senator doesn’t even carry a needle?”
“It came from Korea…”
Jong-seok, who was looking at his grandmother for a while, asked her to bring clean water and cloth, and took off her clothes.
‘It looks like you’ve got a strong stomach. I’ve got a lot of fish blood, plus a broken rib. It’s been a long time.’
Looking at Mac, he wasn’t just hurt. At least one to two hours have passed since the accident.
He bit the people behind him.
“Stay back, everyone.”
People looked perplexed at Jong-seok’s words.
“Stay back, everyone!”
“Get away from me! Get back! Oooh!”
Jong-seok rose up when people stepped back to his grandmother’s old voice.
“Whoa!”
“Hurry up, doctor. ···”
“Wait a minute.”
Jong-seok spread his hands at the urging of his grandmother.
‘I can’t do it with my inner strength now. However, if you use the force of the wind with the gungon-gu wind, you can do it.’
But there was no time. I had to draw in the power of the wind the fastest.
Jong-seok opened his hands and tried to feel the wind. Recalling Eugene’s hard work shown by the Experience Book, ···
‘Wind, wind, wind, ·.”
A stream of wind brushed past his palm as Jong-seok desperately wanted the wind.
Whiz!
Feeling the wind gently touching his palm, Jong-seok’s hand moved. The hands moved, shoulders moved, and waist moved.
And finally, with the feet moving, the wind stayed in the palm of the stalks and began to whirl.
It’s as if the ball is spinning in the palm of the stone.
Whispering! Whispering!
The wind, which used to be only a single stem, became stronger and bigger as the longitudinal stone moved.
And the wind now began to move along the whole body of the stalactites as well as the palm.
‘This is the Geongongu gongpung, ··’
Jong-seok, who felt the force permeating his whole body as he unfolded the Geon-gon-gu gong-gong wind, drew the energy into the Danjeon and began to spread it all over again.
Tuk! Tuk! Tuk!
Along with him, the sound of roasting beans began to be heard from Jong-seok’s body.
The wind energy, which was incomparable to the strength of the stone, stimulated the body of the stone and pained the blocked blood vessels.
Along with the blood donation, Jong-seok had an orgasm-like look on his face.
Every time a blood vessel was pierced, I felt as if a blocked sewer was being pierced.
It’s like the pleasure of doing something alone.
But I couldn’t just feel the pleasure.
The patient in front of us is bleeding and his condition is getting worse.
Jong-seok, who stopped while his body was full of energy, rushed to the patient.
Flap!
When approaching the patient, the old lady next to him fell on his hips.
“Are you all right?”
When Jong-seok said, Grandma stared at him blankly and asked.
“Are you a gentleman?”
Jong-seok shook his head while looking at her out of the blue, grabbed the patient’s hair, and ripped off a few strands.
The stalagmit, who caught the hair that came between his fingers, soaked them in the warm water brought by the old man, shook them, put them on a cloth and pressed them.
So the drained Jong-seok grabbed his hair and focused on his inner strength.
Sreuk!
Then the hair rose stiffly between Jong-seok’s fingers.
Jong-seok, who created a hair-thin sting, took a breath and quickly began to needle the patient’s body.
Steep! Steep! Steep!
Hair caught on Jong-seok’s finger began to stick one by one into the patient’s body.
Jong-seok, who did so, lastly put acupuncture on the patient’s philtrum.
“Oops!”
Jong-seok said, looking at the child opening his eyes with groaning.
“Does it feel to you?”
“Your doctor?”
“Yes, I heard you got hurt by a boar?”
“That, ··, I went to the mountain to pick vegetables, and all of a sudden, ···”
“I see. Can you tell me where I’m uncomfortable?”
“It’s a little uncomfortable to breathe.”
“Yes.”
At the child’s words, Jong-seok gently stroked his chest with his palm and drew a light circle.
“Now something’s going to come up your throat, so don’t hold it in and just throw up. You can do it, can you?”
“Yes.”
At the child’s answer, Jong-seok gently grabbed his upper body and raised it up and focused on his palm.
Let’s do it, ··.
“Woooooooooooo-
The child began to vomit blood.
“Argh!”
“Blood.”
“What do I do?”
Jong-seok turned his head to the cries of the people and pretended to tell them to be quiet and said,
“Good job. How is it? It’s easier to breathe now, isn’t it?”
“Ha! Yes.”
“Yes, it’s almost done now.”
Then Jong-seok laid the child’s upper body back. I’ve lost a few ribs, so be as careful as you can.
Jong-seok, who laid the child down, looked at the child’s waist. There was a hole in the waist.
‘It’s a boar’s molar.’
After looking at the hole for a while, Jong-seok got a pulse again. There was a few fish blood and chills on the stomach, but there was no significant damage to the organs.
‘Fortunately, molars don’t have organs.’
Jong-seok, muttered to himself, told the old man to bring some herbs.
When the old man brought the herb, Jong-seok put it in the water, took it out, put it between his palms, and began to mash it.
Sweep! Sweep!
Among the palms of Jong-seok, herbs hardened to the point of finger jointing began to be crushed and killed.
Scraped from the palm of the porridge, as if it had been chewed in the mouth, Jong-seok laid it against the patient’s wound and tied it with a cloth.
Then wait a moment. A stalactite entered the forest by the village and broke the slightly thick branches and returned.
“Do you have a knife?”
At Jong-seok’s horse, one rushed home and brought a kitchen knife.
Jong-seok, who had received a meal knife and trimmed the branches, applied it to the child’s upper body and fixed it firmly with a cloth.
“Phew!”
Jong-seok, who tied his upper body together, pulled out one by one hair saliva that was still standing firm.
Then, as she picked her breath, Grandma asked hurriedly.
“How’s our grandson, Shinsun?”
“I’ll have to see the details for a few days, but I’ve cured everything that’s critical.”
“Then did you live?”
“Of course.”
Grandmother began to bow to Jong-seok’s words.
“Thank you! Thank you. Thank you, Shin Sun.”
Jong-seok shook his head with a smile at his grandmother’s words.
“No.”
Then those who laid the child on the board carefully began to move home.
When the child was being moved home, the village elders bowed their heads, joining hands toward Jong-seok.
“Dear God.”
The appearance made Jong-seok wonder at his face.
Not Rep. Fresh? Why do you call me Shin?’
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