Return of Mount Hua Sect

The day has dawned.

"Euracha!"

Chung-Myung, who stood up refreshingly, opened the window wide.

"Nice weather!"

Clear sunlight pours into the room. Chung-Myung grinned in the sun that tickled his face.

I feel very good.

Thinking of the beautiful future and bright tomorrow to come to Hawasan makes me feel energetic all over my body. After twisting his back to warm up, he opened the door vigorously and went outside.

"You woke up early."

"Huh?"

Chung-Myung's eyes are slightly bigger.

Wirip San, who had a distinctly different face from yesterday, was sweeping the yard.

"Moonjoo, you're using the yard, aren't you?""

"Haha."

Chung-Myung's words gave him a gentle smile.

"I feel like I was born yesterday, so I'm trying to take care of the most basic things so that I don't forget my new heart."

"Well, that's good."

Chung-Myung smiled pleasantly.

What's the point of Moon-joo's use of the yard himself, but it means that he will lead Hwa Yeong-mun with a new meaning.

"Did you sleep in peace, Little Piper?"

"It's been a while since I slept soundly. It's very refreshing."

Wirip San sighed low.

'Is that possible?'

Last night Chung-Myung treated Wirip San until dawn. It was only a reversal of the time he returned to his room, so even if he had slept, he would have slept for only one time.

How can a person feel refreshed by sleeping in one of the twelve poems a day?

I'm ashamed of myself.

Wirip San only saw Chung-Myung's appearance and thought he might be a retinue messing with Hwasan. In retrospect, however, Chung-Myung led private homes and death row to save Hwayeongmun, even healing Wirip San's inner wounds.

Besides...

"How can a man with such a pure energy be a retarded man?'

Chung-Myung's energy was the energy of Doga that Wirip San had never felt in his life. After experiencing the clear energy directly, people look different. I'm ashamed of the fact that I didn't see anyone with that kind of energy.

'I didn't have a good eye for people.'

Wirip San looked at Chung-Myung with a delighted face.

I thought you were a Hawaiian dinosaur. Isn't he literally a dinosaur? He doesn't show himself easily, and he's not ashamed to be called Shin Ryong.

It was Wirip San who started to look good and everything seemed positive.

I like that bright personality, and I think he's pretty handsome looking at him.

Chung-Myung looks around and asks.

"Have any private and death penalty yet?"

"There's no one out there but the small stamp."

"The sun is already up in the sky!"

"……."

Jungcheon?

Wirip San rubbed his eyes.

No matter how many times I look at it, the sun just came up, but it's the middle of the sky….

That's how diligently you live your day.'

From Chung-Myung's mouth, it was Wirip San who wanted to think better now, but he was under one big illusion.

It is that energy and personality have little to do with each other.

It was only the illusion of those who had not experienced it properly to think that the personality would follow the deep will of the doga.

And even more so in Chung-Myung's case.

"Tsk, I told you to finish it by morning!"

Chung-Myung strode to the main building.

"Where are you going?"

"Oh, there's something I've ordered from private and death row."

Yes?

Who made you do what?

Wirip San tilted his head.'Did you hear that wrong?'

Maybe I misheard you.

While Wirip San was organizing his thoughts, Chung-Myung swirled along and approached. And without delay, I opened the door and leaned back.

"Done... ..what?"

Chung-Myung opened his eyes wide.

There was a strange landscape before my eyes.

Shaking. Shaking. Shaking.

Baek Cheon, who has red eyes, is writing something dead with his handwriting on a long scroll. Paper flowing down to the floor already fills the floor.

"No, this isn't it. This... This shouldn't be the case."

Crack, crack!

One hand writes something down at a formidable speed, and the other hand is bitten by the mouth. He was shaking nervously, biting off his thumbnail one after another.

"This shouldn't be the case……. Then something should come out."

Chung-Myung looked at Baek Cheon with blank eyes and turned his head.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

It is the sound of Jo-Gol sitting at the table hitting his head on the table.

"I'm a piece of crap……. I'm a piece of trash.…. I'm a piece of trash.…. I'm a piece of trash.…."

"……."

Yoon-jong is tearing his hair out with a jangbo. There's a lot of hair pulled out on the floor.

And Yoo-Esul is stuck in a corner muttering something with a gloomy face. Only her surroundings seem a little darker.

"……No, what are these things?"

When Chung-Myung shouts with absurd eyes, four people raise their heads at the same time and look at him. And he sighed deeply and deeply.

"You can't solve it?"

"This is too much."

Baek Cheon bit his thumb and said in a slightly quivering voice.

"I've heard it many times somewhere, but it's not an answer."

"Really?"

Baek Cheon nodded heavily.

"This can't be solved unless you're a genius. There won't be three people in the world who can solve this. I assure you!"

"They said the shaman was released."

"Really?"

"……."

"……."

Baek Cheon coughed in a low voice.

"……it seems that the shaman has a great genius."

Chung-Myung's face turned sour.

"You've solved the shamans, but you can't solve the Hawasan?"

"Who said that? I'm sure there are some of you who can solve it. But we don't have enough time and manpower to get out of here!"

"Hmmm."

Chung-Myung turned his head slightly. Not only Baek Cheon but others are looking at Ho Gong with rotten frozen eyes. I didn't think I could solve it if I had more time.

"You can't do this.'

"Anyway, the shaman can solve it, but we can't solve it. This is too much for our ability. I need someone who has studied professionally."

"What did you study?"

"Do the trachea, or the real law."

"Oh, the person who studied it can solve it, right?"

"I will, so we must find it quickly!"

"Here?"

"……."

Baek Cheon unconsciously turned his head out of the window.

'Oh, this is Namyoung.'

It is hard to find anyone who specializes in such things even in the capital. There can be no such person in this countryside.

"……Wouldn't it be better to go to a big city as soon as possible?"

"Even now?"

Chung-Myung's head is tilted.

And Yoon-jong, who saw the angle of the head, glanced back. The intensity of the perverse is higher than usual. This means that Chung-Myung is properly upset.

Chung-Myung's eyes are starting to glisten.

"In a little while, the shamans will flock like dogs. What, you go to a big city and find someone to decipher?"……."

Baek Cheon's heart sinks.

I'm not scared because I think Chung-Myung will get angry. It is true that Chung-Myung is a hopeless man, but he is not a bully by nitpicking at things that he did not do wrong.

The reason Baek Cheon is scared now is quite simple.

This is because I can see Chung-Myung's eyes slowly turning. I don't know what he's really gonna do after that face.

"Bah, there's no way, is there?""

"Hoorah, is there no way?"

Chung-Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth. Hawasan's disciples winnow at the sight of the evil smile.

"What, what are you gonna do?"

"Let's get this straight."

When Chung-Myung reached out, Yoon-jong quickly turned over the Jangbo-do that he was holding in his hand.

"Is it authentic?"

"I think that's right. It's hard to understand, but there's a rule. If I had time, I could try somehow but...…. It's too much right now."

"It's authentic."

Chung-Myung stared at Jang Bo-do.

"Then it must be true that the shaman released the newsletter."

"……."

"Well, then we can't figure out where the sword gun is even though we're in the South Pole. The shamans must have arrived at the shamans by now, so they'll be coming to the south in a few days, right? Don't that right?"

"……."

Chung-Myung's face became more cautious.

"So we're gonna have to look at the roof of the dog chasing the chicken and watch the shamans eat the mixed fabric and get stronger?"

A shaman and a mixed fabric.

It's the most terrible combination Chung-Myung has ever heard in his life.

Wudang and Sorim basically use martial arts based on a strong history. They're gonna have a stronger history?

That's really not the answer.

That's the case with Mu Jin, who fought yesterday. If he eats mixed fabric, his history will be improved, and if so, his disciples, except Chung-Myung, will not be able to touch Mu Jin's overwhelming history.

"Hmmm."

Chung-Myung frowned.

What should I do?'

When Chung-Myung seemed to be in deep agony, Yoon-jong sighed and opened his mouth.

"Chung-Myung아."

"Huh?"

"This is inevitable. We can't deal with a shaman on our own, can we?"

"……."

"Give up this time...…."

"What did you just say?"

"Huh? Let's give up...…."

"No. Before that."

"……we can't deal with a shaman on our own."

"By ourselves. Yes, by ourselves."

Chung-Myung glowed in his eyes as if he had realized something.

"We can't stop ourselves...…."

Chung-Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth.

"Then it's okay if it's not between us!"

"Huh?"

"Let's grow a pan!"

Yoon-Jong과 Baek Cheon이

What else is he gonna do?'

I looked at Chung-Myung with inquiring eyes. Chung-Myung answers kindly to that look.

"We can't stop the shaman anyway. If you know that I beat Mu Jin, the shaman will come out sincerely."

"Right."

"Then I'd rather raise the game properly!"

"What and how?"

"I'm releasing the information to the world that there's a sword gun here."

"……."

Baek Cheon looked at Chung-Myung with a blank face.

"Is he out of his mind?"

The existence of the sword and gun is invaluable information alone. It is like a treasure that cannot be changed even if it is given billions of dollars.

By the way, aren't you saying that you're going to get it and spread it around the neighborhood?

"He……."

"Oh, no, wait!"

Yoon-jong raised his hand to dissuade Baek Cheon."It sounds crazy, but if you think about it, it's not wrong. If a shaman comes here anyway, we can't stop the shaman. But what if there's a lot of different factions coming in here at the same time?"

"……we keep each other in check."

"Right!"

Yoon-jong said, narrowing the gap between the eyes.

"Then there's a small chance. Because you can go fishing. If the shaman finds a sword and gun alone, we have no room to intervene.… there is room for all the other factions! And……."

Yoon-jong turned his head and looked at Chung-Myung.

"You know, there's a guy who's going to be the most excited when a mess happens."

Baek Cheon bit his lips.

"I feel like I'm going crazy."

It's already a sign.

Fast-witted Baek Cheon looked at Chung-Myung.

"How are you going to spread the word? Should I just say that there's a sword gun here?"

"I'm sure you'll believe me."

"Well, we don't have time!"

Chung-Myung shrugs.

"No matter how much we talk, no one believes us. Let someone you can trust speak for you."

"Who's that?"

Chung-Myung smiles.

"Who is it? Where should I say?"

Chung-Myung turned his body around.

"I'll be right back, so everyone rest."

"Where are you going?"

Chung-Myung answered firmly without looking back.

"Opportunity!"