Return of Mount Hua Sect

The start was grand, but the finish was pretty lackluster.

There are several reasons.

First of all, Hawasan didn't expect their victory at all either, so he didn't really have an event to celebrate. So even if I tried to celebrate myself, something became ambiguous.

Secondly, after Sama Seung passed away, Jong Nam's disciples had no choice but to get out of Wasan.

Finally...

"Won't you have a word with me?"

"Don't push! I didn't stand there first!"

"Long man, it'll only take a moment! Long story!"

As soon as Sama Seung passed away, the islanders who watched the beemoo rushed to Hyun Jong. They saw something because they had eyes, and they couldn't just go back as much.

We have to make a deal!'

'This is a business that's always left.''

We can't just let the top of the galaxy be fun!'

It is undeniable that the match has overwhelmed the Jong-nam, but it is undeniable that he is gaining strength at a formidable rate.

Money gets twisted where there is power, as does the logic of the world. The islanders, who watched the beemu, hoped that the money they gathered in Hawasan was their own money.

"What's wrong with you?"

When Hyun Young yelled loudly, the island leaders flinched and noticed Hyun Young's reaction.

Was that too much?

'Yes, I'm a literati of Chinese literature, but with a little more courtesy...….'

It's no wonder everyone's here at once.'

But the words that followed were slightly different from their expectations.

Hyun Young speaks with a face that is more than willing.

"You have to talk to me, the finance minister. I prepared refreshments, so please come this way. I'll prepare enough time for today, so you don't have to hurry."

"……."

"Oh, just in case, we've got accommodation for you. If anyone wants to stay, please let me know. All right, everybody this way."

"……."

Watching Hyun Young humming and heading for the re-election, today's deal was a tough one.

And before Jongnam's disciples all went back. Chung-Myung faced one person again.

"Thank you for your teaching."

"……What?"

"Thank you, little seal."

Chung-Myung looked at Isong Baek with a sour look on his face.

"Everyone else on the death row is grinding their teeth this way, shouldn't they be here?"

Isong Baek scratches his head with an awkward face.

"We've already split up halfway."

I don't think it's half of it.

Should I say it's optimistic? Or should I say dull? Jongnam's disciples were already drinking Isong Baek with their eyes.

If it's obvious, it's obvious.

I hate betrayers more than enemies. From Jong-nam's point of view, Chung-Myung is the most terrible enemy. You won't be able to see Isong Baek talking to such a person separately.

It's like Isong Baek who doesn't care about that at all.

"I didn't understand what he was saying before."

Isong Baek says with determined eyes.

"But now I understand what the small stamp said. And the way I have to go."

"……Hey, I'm a student of Hawasan."

Isong Baek smiles brightly.

"What's the importance of Moonpa in saving his teacher? Anyone can be a teacher if they have something to learn.""Excuse me. Are you...…."

"Yes?"

"Would you like to go into a conduit?"

You go, Hwasan.

You are more like a doin than I am.

"We already have enemies in Jongnam."

Isong Baek grinned humbly and glanced back. Jin Geum Ryong, still unconscious at his gaze, is seen.

"The death penalty must have felt a lot about today's game. Be careful. The death penalty is a great man. Such a person will now train with the goal of small stamps. You'll be stronger and scarier."

"Yes, well, whatever."

Isong Baek smiled bitterly at Chung-Myung's reaction.

"That doesn't mean anything to the little master."

Chung-Myung will be stronger faster than Jin Geum Ryong. As time goes by, the gap only widens, and it never narrows. Isong Baek was also well aware of that.

"I just wanted to say thank you. Then until I see you again...…."

"Wait a minute."

This time, Chung-Myung caught Isong Baek.

"Yes?"

Chung-Myung, who actually called him, looked at Isong Baek without saying a word. Chung-Myung, who has been staring at Isong Baek for a long time, opens his mouth in a different, low tone.

"It's going to be a difficult road, isn't it?"

"……."

Isong Baek sighed as he looked at Chung-Myung.

"The small stamp really seems to read people's minds. I can't hide anything."

"You're still coming?"

Isong Baek nods his head in silence.

"I'm not on my way because I want to. I have to go, so I'm on my way."

Chung-Myung nodded still.

"Sure."

Chung-Myung was struck by a strange sensation as he watched Isong Baek return to the death penalty.

Isong Baek may have to fight a lonely fight from now on. Jongnam's followers will never forget Chung-Myung's sword and will live with it as their goal.

It cannot be easy to protect Jongnam's sword in such a flow. People reject and respect others.

It's going to be a lonely and difficult fight.….

"If we do it, it could be the hope of Jongnam someday."

Chung-Myung turned his head and looked at the three great disciples.

Looking at Jo-Gol smiling and other death penalty, I can't help but sigh.

He's such a good man.'

Why are all these gatecrackers together?

If there was only one guy like Isong Baek, it would have been twice as easy for Chung-Myung!

"Yes."

Chung-Myung shook his head.

What do you say?

If you roll him to death, he'll be a man.'

Human beings do their best in a given environment. There's no point blaming what you don't have.

Chung-Myung turned to look at Jongnam's disciples leaving the prose.

Jongnam and I will end this for now. Now, Chung-Myung won't step up and hit Jongnam first. They don't know, but Chung-Myung has already avenged enough.

So your relationship with Jong-nam is over here?

"No way."

Now, for Jong-nam, Chung-Myung has become the number one enemy that must be dealt with.

I fully understand. On the flip side, even if Chung-Myung is Jongnam's long-time writer, he will try to defeat him at all costs.

Because it's the only way Jong-nam can live.

"Then you'll die."

Chung-Myung gave a smile of remorse.

Then someone rushed in looking for him.

"Chung-Myung아!"

It was Yoon-Jong.

"Why the death penalty?"

"Come quickly. "The Long Writers are looking for you!""……."

Chung-Myung's face showed a subtle hint of dislike.

Here we go.

He raises his head and looks up at the distant sky.

I should've done it right.'

In fact, this series of events is more about committing than accomplishing.

Didn't he beat up all of Jongnam's great disciples and smoke plum blossoms with his sword in front of the grown-ups?

Of course, long writers and elders have no choice but to question. It couldn't be helped because the rain was only going on until now, but now that the rain is over, of course the story will come out.

What can I say for myself?'

Am I actually your investigation?

Oh, not this one.

Did you learn it at the level I picked up while passing by?

Oh, this isn't it'

"Yes."

Chung-Myung, who couldn't find a way out, scratched his head, and Yoon-jong tilted his head.

"What are you doing? Let's go."

"Yeah."

Chung-Myung sighs deeply.

Oh, my God.

Now I have to find an excuse even after winning.

Jangmunsa hyung. Are you watching this? Do I have to live like this?

Then you should be dead.

No, you punk!

You're saying that you're dead!

Chung-Myung eventually headed to the room of a long-time writer, being dragged to the slaughterhouse. Given that there were quite a few shoes in front of the room, the elders and disciples seemed to be gathered.

"I'm Yoon-Jong. I'm Jang Moon-Jong. I brought Chung-Myung."

"Let me in."

"Yes."

Yoon-jong beckons Chung-Myung to go inside.

"……."

Yoon-jong beckons again.

"……."

"What are you doing, man? Get in!"

"……grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr."

Chung-Myung sighed and opened the door and went inside.

Now that you're in, you're going to get a hell of a lot of questions...….

"Oh, oh! Chung-Myung is here!"

"Wow, you'really handsome! So handsome! Our Chung-Myung is so handsome!"

"……."

What is it?

As soon as I entered the hall, the elders and disciples who were waiting began to applaud in unison.

It felt very, very strange to see the black uncles clapping and liking as a group.

What's wrong with these people?'

Looking up, everyone is full of laughter. He is about to smoke plum blossoms with his face because he can't smoke plum blossoms with a sword.

Chung-Myung realized one thing when he saw Hyun-jong's mouth in the middle almost stuck in his ear.

'Oh, they've never been so good.'

It was Chung-Myung, who was uncomfortable and emotional at the same time, seeing the adults of the private sector who laughed as if it was nothing important.

How should I say this.

I feel like my father couldn't buy me a proper side dish.….

Hyun Jong opens his mouth while feeling sorry for something.

"Yes, blue……. Pooh. . .! Yes, Chung-Myung...….kkkkkk!

Hyun Jong lowers his head and covers his mouth with his hands. Chung-Myung seemed to be a good word.

"Khhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The long writer coughs in vain. But his face turned red, and he seemed to be still struggling to hold back his laughter.

"Well, are you hurt?"

"It's just a slight cut."

"If you get out of here, go to the medicine center, because the wound may fester."

Then Hyun Sang glares.

"You can call the drug lord! Why do you ask a busy person to come and go?"

"……I think it sounds a little strange. Who's busy?"

"He's busy! He's busy! There's nothing a drug dealer can do!"

"……."

Hyun Jong looked at Hyun Sang with blank eyes, but he opens his chest wide as if he is proud. Even the people gathered nodded as if it was natural."……then let's do it."

"Yes, a man of letters."

"You're Hawasan's..."…."

It was then.

Gulp!

The door opened and Hyun Young came in!

"The leaders are pouring money in! Hahahaha! Money is rolling in like a log! I've never even heard of making money in my life! He's a god! God, now I'm doing it now. Earn a ball by working on a beam.…. Chung-Myung, you punk! There you are!"

Hyun Young rushed to Chung-Myung and stretched his cheeks.

"Oh, my God, you cutie, hahahaha! If I had a grandson like you, I wouldn't want anything in the world."

Chung-Myung, whose cheeks stretched out, looked at the ceiling with vain eyes.

Long death penalty.

I live here. I

Now, a child less than my grandchild is holding my cheek like this. What? Do I have to live like this? What?

"I'm sorry to hear that. I hate you."

"Hahaha, what? Yeah, yeah, I'm having fun, too! Hahahaha!"

They were all half-willed adults in Hawasan.