Return of Mount Hua Sect

"...it's not coming back."

"……."

"Don't you have to go now?"

Baek Cheon's eyebrows are wiggling.

"Yoon-Jong아."

"Yes, private residence."

"Where did you think he was?"

"Aren't you sure you were after the shamans? Then wouldn't we be able to meet if we take the road towards the shaman?"

"If I follow you, I can stop you?"

"……."

I couldn't answer this question.

Stop him. Stop him.….

That Chung-Myung?

Baek Cheon shook his head.

"Maybe it's better to wait. Your stomach will turn upside down when you see them coming back from an accident, but if you see them in front of you, your stomach might explode."

"……I understand."

But waiting recklessly wasn't something one would do. As time goes by, anxiety increases. This is because I know from experience that the longer it takes, the bigger the accident happens.

Baek Cheon sighed for a long time.

"What sin have I committed in my past life to bring such a man to justice...…."

Objectively speaking, of course, Chung-Myung's presence has brought enormous benefits to Hasan.

Not only did it gain huge fame by overturning the Jongnam, but it is also true that thanks to Chung-Myung, the skills of the three great disciples were ridiculously remarkable.

Baek Cheon would also choose between the one with Chung-Myung and the one without.

But that's the story of thinking rationally. It is not easy to say good things from the perspective of Chung-Myung.

"You don't think you're going to cause a big accident?"

At Jo-Gol's words, Baek Cheon and Yoon-Jong stare blankly at Jo-Gol. Jo-Gol, flinching at the gaze, shakes his hand and excuses.

"Oh, no. I'm not saying I won't cause trouble...…, but I'm sure it's enough to handle it's enough. There's never been a time when he's been in an accident and he hasn't been able to fix it."

"……what is our pain while we're trying to patch it up?"

"Uh... umm."

Jo-Gol slipped his eyes down.

There's a lot I want to say, but it's not something to bring up here.

It's not like he's causing trouble without thinking.'

Jo-Gol, from a merchant family, is sensitive to profit. One of the things he has felt so far is that when Chung-Myung makes an accident, there must be a reason.

It is ridiculous to others, but if Chung-Myung makes an accident, there will be huge profits for Chung-Myung himself or Huawei. So you don't have to stop him from causing trouble...….

Jo-Gol sighed low.

Looking at the faces of Baek Cheon and Yoon-Jong, who are half-rotten, I can't say that. I can't believe I'm gonna die right now.

Even if they know that it is beneficial, their feelings are fully understandable considering the pain they suffer until the accident returns as a benefit. Because I want to reject Jo-Gol right now.

By the way.

Jo-Gol turned his eyes away.

Yoo-Esul, who sits on one side of the table and drinks tea, is in sight.

'He's a very unique person.'

Yoo-Esul was the most changed person in the last two years, and none at the same time.

It was certainly a great change that Yoo-Esul, who had no interest in the death penalty or qualities around him, showed infinite interest in Chung-Myung. But that doesn't mean Yoo-Esul's relationship with other death penalty has improved.Only when dealing with Chung-Myung does he show a different side of himself.

It's weird.'

Jo-Gol considered this not a bad change in its own way.

Over the past two years, Yoo-Esul has become more beautiful than before, and if such a person smiles brightly around him, he'll be overturned.

Since Chung-Myung is here, he must have broken his head if he hovered around Yoo-Esul without training, but he couldn't have prevented his heart from going to the bean field.

Even now.

Since Chung-Myung left, Yoo-Esul hasn't said a word. I don't go away alone as a courtesy of the death penalty and attributes, but I don't have a particular response.

She just spent her time staring at the door. Probably waiting for Chung-Myung to come back.

"Oh...."

At that moment, Yoo-Esul's mouth opened slightly.

Jo-Gol's eyes instinctively turn to the door. And no doubt!

Whoops!

The door opened from side to side as if it had been smashed.

At the same time, Yoon-jong's eyes twitch.

I've told you three hundred times that the door isn't kicking, it's opening!'

If he listens to me, it's not Chung-Myung.

"Chung-Myung아!"

"Hey, hey, hey! What kind of trouble did you come back from? Tell me what's right!"

There was a violent response.

However, Hawasan's disciples in the room soon realized that Chung-Myung was unusual. Chung-Myung, who would have said something as soon as he came inside, rushed to the place where they gathered without saying a word.

"Hmm?"

Chung-Myung shouts urgently as everyone's face is about to harden.

"Gather up! Gather up! Come on!"

They're already here, man.

With everyone glancing away, Chung-Myung pulled something out of his sleeve and threw it almost at the table.

"Hmm?"

Baek Cheon opens his eyes when he sees Chung-Myung's picture on the table.

"What is this?"

"Jangbo."

"Shopping? I think it's made of code."

"Yes."

Baek Cheon asked with his head tilted.

"What the hell is this?"

"We need to decipher this."

"This?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Who is it? Who is it? Of course it's private housing and death penalty!"

Baek Cheon's eyebrows are shaking.

He went out to beat up the shamans and brought a picture with a strange code. And now you want me to decipher this?

Baek Cheon looked at Chung-Myung with a dreary face and said.

"First, explain what the hell this is all about."

"Tsk. I'm busy. I'm only going to say it once. Listen to me!"

After leaving the site, Chung-Myung quickly explained what had happened.

"……Yakson's grave?"

"Right."

"The Yakson from 200 years ago?"

"I'm telling you."

"So this is where the sidewalk points to Yakson's tomb, and it's...…. Uh, it's...…."

You beat up a blue-god sword and stole it?

One of the shaman's three swords, the Cheongryu sword?

Baek Cheon's cheeks twitch.

What the hell is he thinking about?'

It is no wonder now that Chung-Myung has defeated the blue dragon sword.

Of course, it is surprising that the three great disciples of Hwasan stood out among the great disciples of Wudang, and even the great disciples of Wudang, beating the one called Wudang Samgeom without a scratch.

But Baek Cheon has decided not to be surprised at what Chung-Myung is doing anymore.

The problem is next."I mean... you took this away from the blue-god sword?"

"Yes."

"From the shaman's blue sword?"

"Oh, why do you keep saying what you've said it again! That's what I'm saying!"

When Chung-Myung shouted back, Baek Cheon finally exploded.

"Hey, you crazy man! What the hell were you thinking about robbing the shamans? How are you going to handle this? They're gonna come running with blood in their eyes!"

"It's okay, it's okay. They don't know it's me. I'm wearing a mask."

"How can they not recognize you just because you're wearing a mask? What a hole in their eyes! Are there only blind people?"

Everyone looked at Chung-Myung with a miserable face.

Shaman

The two major civilizations who lead the world with Shaolin. Their influence extends beyond the Hobuk to the whole world, and their strength reaches the sky.

Considering the number of Mundo and the number of masters, it is not a place where Hwasan can do anything. If a shaman were determined to bite and install a knife, Hwasan would be in tatters in no time.

You should never pretend to be a shaman right now, if time passes by.

Protecting Hwayeongmun was a huge burden. What? You want me to take it? Wudang's stuff?

You'd rather pull out a heavenly nose hair!'

This is such a big accident.

Baek Cheon's deafening voice is heard in Baek Cheon's ears, who has no idea how to deal with this.

"That's not the point!"

"If it doesn't matter...…."

"Sasook!"

"Huh?"

Chung-Myung cut off Baek Cheon with a stern voice.

"Then do you want it back?"

"……."

Baek Cheon closed his mouth.

"Are you sure you don't want this? Huh?"

"……."

Baek Cheon's eyes go to Jangbo Island on the table.

"Yakson's grave."

What if there's a mixed fabric platform in the tomb? Can you give it up and pass it on to others?

'Wow. This is poison.'

If you eat it, you will definitely get addicted. But it's a poison that can't be avoided.

"Think carefully. If you live and do something safe, you'll never get out of it! Sometimes you need to cover it up and throw it away. I mean, you need to gamble! Don't be swayed by this and that and gamble with everything on the line."

"It's a shame to lose."

"...uh, usually, right?"

"……."

Chung-Myung flinched and insisted strongly again.

"But you have to gamble to get a good fortune. You have to eat this even if you die! Don't you think?"

"Turn it off."

Baek Cheon scratched his head wildly.

God d*mn it.

It's not wrong.

This is really a gamble worth a try at the fate of Moonpa. If Hwasan can get his hands on the manufacturing method of mixed fabric, he may be able to solve the chronic resistance problem.

What is the problem with Hwasan?

The martial arts of the stomach distribution are weak, and it takes time for the bottom distribution to grow. It is said that Hawasan's two and three great disciples are too strong for the same allocation, but that is when they compare themselves.

No matter how strong Baek Cheon is, can he deal with the elder of the shaman?

It takes at least 30 years to be that much. This is because more than anything else, it does not support the history. Even if their history is not much lacking, the difference is stark compared to the students of the prestigious faction who grew up eating all the good medicine.'And there may be more differences in the future.'

However, mixed fabrics can solve potential problems at once.

"Turn it off!"

Baek Cheon rubbed his face a lot.

I'd rather swear to my heart's content if I'd done something ridiculous.

It was a piece of cake that I couldn't help but bite. The aftermath is enormous and if you do something wrong, it could turn Hwasan upside down.….

Blood stood in Baek Cheon's eyes.

"Oh, my God, how can I not bite this thing? d*mn it!"

Jo-Gol quickly bit the bait.

"Let's do it, private residence!"

"You stay still...…."

"I don't have time to think about it! Even at this moment, the shamans must be running to the main camp. It's all over when they bring the support team. Even if you die, you have to eat before then!"

Yoon-Jong also shut up about it.

Yoon-jong, confused, looks at Baek Cheon. Baek Cheon is the only one who can decide here now.

Baek Cheon's eyes are starting to glisten.

"Chung-Myung아."

"Oh, private residence."

"……do I just have to decipher it? I've decoded it at best, but I'm sure there's no problem with the trachea or the trap?"

"Yes, all we have to do is decipher it! Then somehow I'll break through there."

"Are you sure?"

"Sasook! I'm Chung-Myung! What's wrong with this?"

"……is that so?"

Baek Cheon's eyes were filled with spectacular beauty.

"Darn it, I'm a man, too! I can't return this to the shaman! I'll do this, even if a long writer blows my head off!"

Baek Cheon turns his head around.

"Yoon-jong! Jo-Gol! Yoo Sa-mae!"

"Yes, private residence!"

"Running in! I'll decipher it by all means tonight! It's time for a split second!"

"Yes!"

The eyes of Hawasan's disciples began to burn.

Over the past two years, Chung-Myung has certainly corrupted his students.

"Before the shamans come, we will eat and fall! Mixed fabric! Mixed fabric!"

"Mixed fabric!"

"Mixed fabric!"

Yoon-jong and Jo-Gol, who had a long history, began to stare at Jangbo-do with bloody eyes.

Chung-Myung smiles pleasedly at the sight.

'Oh, you've grown up. Right, long death?'

- Come on, you f*cking...….

Oh, I can't hear you well today.

Before I knew it, I was Chung-Myung, who completely colored his disciples with his own color.