Return of Mount Hua Sect

"Hmmm."

Wirip San rubbed his chest still.

It's not getting better.'

You can tell from experience.

This internal injury will probably haunt him for a long time. It is clear that a full recovery will be almost impossible.

An internal injury does not heal just because it is seen by a good lawmaker. The energy flowing inside the body is shaking. Unmanned internal injuries can only be solved through history.

But Wirip San's internal injuries were deeper than I thought, and it was bothering him day by day.

I thought I was getting better.'

When Hwasan's disciples won against Wudang's disciples, they thought their internal injuries were as good as they could be. He/she also forgot the pain of the body because he/she was in such a good mood.

However, the body began to complain of pain again as it slowly became aware of the reality.

"Good night, Father."

"Hi."

Wirip San replied casually to Wiso Haeng's voice outside the door.

You must not show weakness.

He is an English writer. And Hwa Young-moon has only managed to get out of the woods and get a chance to start again. In this case, if Moon-joo is said to be unable to operate properly due to internal injuries, it will definitely be someone in Hwa Yeong-mun.

'You can never do that.'

It's only a chance I've managed to seize again. However, if Hwa Yeong-moon misses the opportunity because of himself, he will not be able to close his eyes even if he dies.

Wook Shin!

Wirip San's hand, which grabbed his side, gained strength.

"Uh...…."

The pain of internal injuries comes from time to time. However, I felt that the pain deepened at night.

With a low sigh, Wirip San sat on the bed.

"This incident will spread the name of Hwayoungmun Gate. Depending on how I do it, the public's eyes on Hawasan's inner house may change.'

So you can never show your weakness.

If the head loses his power, Moonpa loses his power. Why can't he just lose his strength and undo all this when he's defeated a shaman in the main mountain?

Wirip San sighed deeply and grabbed the quilt.

I'm going to sleep.

I can't sleep easily, but I have to sleep somehow. I have a lot of work to do tomorrow.

'It's not a waste of life.'

However, if there is one thing I hope for, I will survive until Hwa Yeong-mun gets on the rock and Wiso Haeng takes over his position and becomes the Moon-ju.

If you want just one more thing, you'll see that the students of Hwasan grow further and spread his name all over the world, but that's too much of a wind.

Wirip San lifted the blanket and went to bed.

It was then.

Click!

"Huh? Are you sleeping already?"

"……."

Wirip San just grinned, though it didn't sound like a man who let the door of the owner's room open.

Let's not hope.'

I've only been through it for a few days, but I've had some insight into the child's s*xuality. No, I had to figure it out.

How can you not know when a man jumps up and down more than a man?

"What's the matter, little seal? Is there something bothering you?"

As usual, Wirip San, who thought Chung-Myung had something to ask for, hinted. But the answer back was a little different from what he thought.

"It's not me who's uncomfortable, it's Moon Joo. Don't you think so?""……."

Chung-Myung closed and strode inside.

"I put out the fire. Let's get this straight."

"……what are you organizing?"

"Internal injuries, we need to treat them."

"……."

Wirip San opened his eyes slightly wide.

"You mean the small stamp will heal my internal injuries?"

"Yes."

Wirip San looks at Chung-Myung with curious eyes.

There are only two ways to control internal injuries. One is to correct the blood warped with one's own energy. But Wirip San wasn't good enough to treat this kind of internal injury on his own.

The second is a more difficult method, in which others push their energy to restore twisted blood donation.

This is ten times more difficult than the first.

Think about it.

There are so many unmanned people who spend their entire lives because it is hard to control their own energy, how difficult can it be to breathe energy into others' bodies and move as they please?

This is why Wirip San did not request the dispatch of a master to treat internal injuries to the main mountain even though his work with the shaman was over.

He thought there was no master in Hasan to treat his internal injuries. There may be situations in which useless requests are made and awkward with each other.

And now this little man is going to heal his internal injuries. Aren't you talking?

"Paint, it's not as easy as you think."

"Yes, I know."

"……and by mistake, even the small stamp could be damaged internally."

"Come on, don't tell me."

"……."

Looking at Chung-Myung's smiling face makes me feel better.

Why is he so speechless?'

Is my ear clogged?

"Khhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Wirip San, who coughed loudly, admonished Chung-Myung with good words.

"Hey, little master, I fully understand your willingness to heal my internal injuries. I'm very grateful to the little master for that. But this isn't an easy job to try. If we do something wrong, we can seriously hurt each other. You'd better try it after finishing the urgent task."

"No way. The longer you leave your internal injuries, the deeper it gets. It leaves a lot of aftereffects. Let's get it over with."

No, dude!

If I do something wrong, I'll die! Why don't you understand me?

Wirip San's eyes were twitching.

I heard you're a Hawaiian dinosaur. I don't know how this guy got such an excessive nickname.'

Shin Ryong's nickname is not attached to the strong. It is a special nickname for the late jockey who will be responsible for future strongholds. How thrilled I was when I first heard of the emergence of a so-called Hwasan dinosaur in Hawaii.

But the Hawaiian dinosaur. Of all things happen to be this guy.

For some reason, it was Wirip San whose eyes turned red.

With a deep sigh, he looked at Chung-Myung and said.

"I understand how you care about me. There are things in the world that can't be done by heart alone."

Thank you.

I mean it.

It was Wirip San, who was comforted by that mind that he was willing to heal his internal injuries, regardless of whether he was capable or not.

'Unlike the looks of it, the s*x isn't bad.'

How can he be a Hawaiian for nothing?

Chung-Myung is also a student of Hwasan.….

"Oh, you don't quite understand that."

"……Huh?"

"Lie down, lie down. I'm a busy person, too. I'm going to do it quickly. I have a lot to do right now."

"Oh, no. I'm fine!"

"I'm not okay."

Why would you?

Why aren't you okay when I say I can handle my body?

"Now that you're done, get out of here.…."At that moment, Chung-Myung reached out and pushed Wirip San. In the heat of the moment, Wirip San went to bed with no time to resist.

"Oh, no! No!"

Dabbing.

Chung-Myung clasped Wirip San's hand and began to energize him.

"……!"

Wirip San opened his eyes wide.

"Hey, you crazy man!"

I wanted to scream right away, but I couldn't.

It is taboo to speak in circumstances of history. The same goes for the giver and the receiver, because the history can be lost through the mouth and put into the mouth of coins.

Now that his history has already been dug into his wrist, Wirip San had no choice but to pray to heaven and earth for it to end without any problems.

But it appears that the gods betrayed him, too.

No, exactly, the gods of heaven and earth couldn't help Chung-Myung.

"Look at this, look at this. It's crazy."

"Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi!"'

Horse?

Didn't you just say that?

It's not the sound of your heart, is it? There's no way I've mastered mind reading!

Hard as a stone, Wirip San rolled his eyes and looked at Chung-Myung. He grabbed his wrist nonchalantly and frowned slightly.

'I misheard...….'

"Well, fortunately, it's not completely damaged."

Wirip San opened his eyes wide.

"Are you sure you're talking?'

It is only possible for an unmanned person to speak while inspiring his or her opponent. Even the elders of most literary groups could not dare to think about it.

But the three great disciples of Hwasan, Chung-Myung, can do it?

"Am I dreaming or something?'

However, the energy that penetrates his wrist was too clear to be a dream. The heavy energy is coming in...….

'Ah...…'

It's clear and Chung-Myung.

It's clearest than any energy he's ever had. If I have to paraphrase it, it is like clear clean water flowing through Simsan Yugok. Clean water that is so clear that the floor looks like it's going to be caught.

A painfully cool and warm energy penetrates his body and begins to caress his wounded blood.

Wirip San closed his eyes without realizing it.

"Hold in there. It's going to be soon."

I feel strange.

Wirip San is comforted by Chung-Myung's energy that penetrated his body rather than by his words.

The energy of Doga.

The fragrance of Doga, which I have always admired, is soaked in Chung-Myung's energy.

"The small stamp is indeed a disciple of Hawasan.'

It's finally real.

On the surface, it is ridiculous and light, making people frown, but the energy of the innocent doga coming in clearly proves that Chung-Myung is a student of Hwasan.

At that moment, Chung-Myung's energy swings all over his body and begins to caress the damaged blood.

Warm energy spreads out of the body.

Woooow.

The pain is going away.

The pain that had been bothering Wirip San for a long time disappeared, and the energy that had not been circulating began to circulate vigorously.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

At that moment, Chung-Myung tightened his wrist. Wirip San's body rises to Ho Gong and sits with his legs turned.

"I'm going to do a great job. Move your energy as directed."

The answer was not available.

But Wirip San followed Chung-Myung faithfully. Chung-Myung began to move his energy as it guided him.

One week. Two weeks.

Wirip San, who finished his twelve-year-old career in an instant, kept his energy up and checked his body.'None!'

There was not a trace of the internal injury that had plagued him. With just one stroke, the internal injury, which I thought I should take for the rest of my life, has healed as if it had been washed away.

Chung-Myung's energy escapes his body without being moved. As the clear and pure energy disappears, I feel more than proud that my internal injury has healed.

Chung-Myung, who has all his energy cut off Wirip San's wrist.

Wirip San slowly opened his eyes. In his eyes, Chung-Myung has a serious face unlike before.

"Cow..."

"Hwasan will remember."

"……."

Chung-Myung, the three great disciples of the Grand Hwasan faction.

A tooth called the wasan dinosaur in the world.

He spoke as if declaring to Wirip San.

"Hwasan never forgets grace. Moon-joo's devotion to Hawasan over the past few decades will surely be rewarded. Moon-joo, please protect Hwasan's name as it is now. Then the name of Hwajeongmun will resonate with the world with the name of Hwajeongmun will resonate throughout the world."

I can't find the lightness that I've seen so far even if I wash my eyes.

Overwhelmed by the momentum, Wirip San stared blankly at Chung-Myung and clenched his fist.

"My……."

I'm getting emotional.

Wirip San, who had been itching his lips, opened his mouth with a trembling voice, pressing his sour eyes.

"I will certainly do so."

It was the moment when Hwa Young-moon declared his revival after a long time of hard work.