Chapter 16 Ha!

By middle age, Ip Hwan was recognized for his prowess, earning the title of Baishan Gumjun, and he went on to become a renowned kendo master.
At the time, his martial arts level surpassed that of the General Inspector, and was comparable to that of Wenzhou Shagongyun.
But an unexpected and mysterious illness changed his fate.
Suddenly, the circulation of qi in the key acupoints became unstable, and even the dantian contracted, making it difficult to use the martial arts.
At first, I thought it was fatigue or overwork, so I took medications that focused on energy.
But nothing worked.
The doctors’ treatments and prescriptions were useless, and the mysterious symptoms only got worse with time. Eventually, she became bedridden and almost bedridden.
It was an unfortunate exit for @WhiteHouseCheckpoint Jay-Z.
His physical condition has gotten worse this year.
This is because the death of the Bai Bai Swordsman, the pillar of the Bai Bai Sword Gate, had a great impact on his body and mind.
It was over eight years.
The years I spent being sick and helpless.
But…… come and rejuvenate? How is it without end? No, what kind of legendary Daora Godsend is this?
It was a hard pill to swallow for Ip-Hwan.
I wonder why Chul Ryu-hyeon, who knows the situation so well, would come out of nowhere to say something like that.
Of course you want to rejuvenate, but you don’t even know what’s causing it, let alone what it is.
He opened his mouth again, unperturbed by the iron stain.
“It won’t take long.”
Ik-Hwan looked puzzled at the words.
“Hey, are you saying you’re going to fix my body, right here, right now……?”
“So you’re here to fix it, or ruin it?”
Ip Hwan’s eyes narrowed for a moment at Chul Ryu Hyeon’s sarcastic retort, then he shook his pillowed head slightly.
How can you cure a mysterious illness that you’ve had for over eight years in one day?
“You don’t have to go through all that trouble for me, please don’t, and also…… I know my body, I just appreciate your concern.”
His voice is phlegmatic and laced with bitterness.
I ignored the iron curtain.
“I know what I know.”
“Yes?”
“It’s a varicose vein, that one.”
“……!”
For a moment, Ip Hwan’s dark brown pupils rippled with transparency.
Varicose veins.
A rare disease that is also known as venous insufficiency or venous insufficiency.
It’s a disease that no martial artist, including Ip Man, would be unaware of.
A typical symptom of varicose veins is that the yin or yang qi is too lopsided, causing circulation problems in the veins, qi, etc.
As a result, the energies in the body would dissipate and turbidity would accumulate, causing one to lose one’s life. The Nine Yin Deficiency, the Nine Yang Deficiency, the Water Deficiency, and the Fire Deficiency fell into this category.
There are even extreme cases of varicose veins that can damage the five major organs or even the brain.
The so-called long wave ghost cliffs, single soul demon cliffs, and reverse heavenly cliffs…….
Varicose veins were a disease for which there was no way to prevent.
Because.
It’s a congenital condition that has an incubation period and doesn’t show any symptoms until the age of five.
Still, there is no cure, but there is a prevention.
Once you understand the nature of your varicose veins and get the right medication, you can make a full recovery.
But there’s a big catch.
It’s a fact of life that unless there’s a miracle on the horizon, medication is as hard to come by as the stars in the sky.
What he needed to cure his varicose veins was an elixir that was said to be a cure-all and longevity-booster.
To be precise, it referred to the inner circle of mystical spirits such as the Chapter Fire Fish, the Blood Clot, the Blue Tiger, the White Tiger, and the Kyo Dragon, which even if they lived for more than a hundred years, they would only see once.
No matter how powerful or wealthy you were, it was impossible to get your hands on the elixir that would cure varicose veins without luck.
The reason people treat it like an incurable disease is because it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Most people, both men and women, died before the age of thirty, and even if they managed to survive a few bumps in the road, forty was the limit of their lifespan.
One.
Ip-Hwan is now seventy years old.
And the symptoms of courtesy started about eight years ago.
This means that it is not characteristic of congenital varicose veins at all.
Naturally, Ip Hwan has to question the varicose veins themselves.
“I…… make sure you’re not mistaken about something…….”
But Cheol Ryu-hyeon replied like a nail in the coffin.
“There are some cases of varicose veins that occur in old age, and while varicose veins are not uncommon in the world, cases like Ip’s are even rarer.”
” Downside …….”
“Well, I was just born an asshole, no other reason.”
“…….”
Ip-Hwan was dumbfounded.
His confident tone made my head spin even more.
“Well, how do you know that?”
“Ten days of enlightenment.”
Ip Hwan was still in disbelief at Chul Ryu Hyeon’s noncommittal answer.
‘New enlightenment? Where the hell did you come from…… Did you gain new martial arts knowledge by some mysterious miracle? If not, then…….’
Chul Ryuhyeon remained expressionless and placed the bag on the table beside his bed.
“Believe it or not, it’s up to you.”
Then, with a vicious gesture, he ripped his opponent’s clothes to shreds.
Book, boobook, book-!
Ip-Hwon naked in the jolts.
It doesn’t end there.
Chu Liuhui’s fingertips quickly pierced a few of Ip Heng’s veins with a powerful force.
Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da!
After being paralyzed by the qigong pointing, Ip Hwan immediately flinched when he saw the look in Chu Liuhui’s eyes.
It’s the height of indifference.
It’s almost as if the eyes don’t contain any emotion.
Ip Hwan definitely saved money.
As we’ve heard before, the nature of the Iron Stream has changed.
Aside from his outward demeanor, I can’t even begin to fathom the intentions behind his eyes.
If I can’t figure it out myself, how can anyone else?
At that point, Chulleukhun reached into his bag and pulled out a large cylinder.
“Let’s get started.”
“Well, what else is that?”
“The stuff you need to fix your varicose veins.”
At the sound, a thought flashed through Ip-Hwan’s mind.
‘Oh, no, not the elixir of life…….’
I hope not, but I’ll be damned.
“The Inner Sanctum.”
Immediately after, he opens the lid.
Click
The room was filled with a strange scent that Ip-Hwan had never smelled before in his seventy years.
The wide cylinder contained three pills, each the size of a child’s fist, and the smell was intoxicating.
Ironclad scooped up one of them.
A blackish-blue, semi-polished pill carved from jade stone.
“It’s a mourning room.”
At the same time as Chul Ryuhon’s brief words, Ip Hwan’s complexion changed.
“Farewell Room!
It is the rare fruit, or Innards, that is said to be obtained by teaching the legendary spirit creature, the Ship of Silence.
I’ve never seen this before, so I can’t tell if it’s true or not, but…….
Chu Liuhyeon soon crushed the silk with both hands and brought it to his opponent’s mouth.
“Chew it up and swallow it, all of it, so it’s over sooner.”
“Now, wait a minute…… is this truly a memorial room, and if it is, how did you get it…….”
“You’re annoying. How long am I going to have to look at your mangled body? It’s a pain in the eyeballs.”
Liu Heng shoved a handful of pill crumbs into Ip Man’s mouth and clamped his palm over it.
“Ugh!”
“Last one, eat while the getting’s good.”
The dazed Ip Man eventually did as he asked and began to chew the food in his mouth.
Next.
Gulp.
When Ip-Hwan swallowed all the pill crumbs, Chul-Ryu-Heon crushed the other two in the same way and took them one after the other.
Immediately afterward, there was a scream.
“Ouch!”
It was Ik Hwan.
Suddenly, countless iron clubs flew at him, pounding into every muscle in his body.
Chulhuen crossed his arms and stared at the figure.
“It’s a required course, so be patient.”
His confidence in healing the varicose veins that develop in old age was unwavering.
It was inevitable.
I’ve seen him cure patients like Ip Hwan in the past.
One such success story was the wielder of the divine sword, Tianzhong Swordzong, who rose to the pinnacle of the Martial Kingdom over four hundred years ago.
At the time, he was not only a renowned swordsman, but his medical skills were second to none.
There was even a rumor that he would cut off the heads of the dead and keep them alive for days.
The medical prowess and knowledge of the Heavenly Swordzone was still in his mind, and he was using it to heal Ip Man.
So it was natural for me to not think about failure at all.
At some point in time.
Ip-Hwan’s screaming subsided and his breathing stabilized.
“woohoo…… woohoo…….”
The excruciating pain in her stomach subsided rapidly.
“Go with the flow.”
Before Chu Liuhui could finish his short sentence, Ip Man sensed that the main qi points in his body, the Qi Jing vein and the Twelve Meridians, were pulsating strongly.
‘No, this is……!
What a surprise.
The bottom front, which had been contracting under the influence of the sick horse, expanded, and a certain amount of Qi accumulated in the Qi.
The turbidity that had accumulated in his body had somehow dissipated, and in its place, he was filled with energy, generating vitality.
It was as if my body was performing a Yun Qi ceremony on its own without my will, cleansing the acupuncture points.
‘Oh my god, I can finally run my own ball! Was that really a mourning chamber I took?
The nonchalant voice of the Iron Ripple, tapping on the lobe of the interocular lobe.
“I don’t trust the guy who saved my life.”
“Ah! Sin, I’m sorry, I’ve been so distracted by…… I believe it now!”
“The primary task is done, now it’s the secondary task.”
“Yes?”
Chulhuen rolled up his sleeves without a word.
Ik-Hwan stammered, suddenly seized with a sense of foreboding.
“Go, suddenly cow, why are your sleeves walking……?”
“Mucus.”
“What? Another……?”
“This time it’s going to be more painful, so grit your teeth and bear it.”
The two fists of the Iron Curtain split the wind.
Puck, puff, puck-!
In the hands of an indiscriminate punch to the chest, stomach, arms, legs, or whatever.
“Eek! Eek! Eek! Eek!”
Ip Hwan’s shrill cry echoed through the boudoir.
What’s with the mucus, that’s a beating!
Then Chuliu Hsin clapped his fists together and said.
“I promise you, by the end of this time, you’ll have the same level of skill as your old master.”
Ik-Hwan was in agony, but also in awe.
What? I’m the same level as the Master of the Four Gongs? Am I? Seriously?
A shiver ran through the pain.
If we can make that happen, it will be a great boost for the future revival of the serpentine.
I wonder if that’s the impact.
As the punching continued, a strange moan escaped Ip-Hwan’s lips instead of a scream.
“Ha!”
As if the pain had been transformed into some kind of pleasure.
Chullehorn smirked and muttered.
“Okay, that’s a good reaction.”
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 17 (17 of 552)