Return of Mount Hua Sect

"Remember, everyone. We are not pupils of Hwasan. I'm just here to buy Jameokcho as a merchant on the top of Hwapyeong."

"That's a cliche."

"You must not do anything to expose yourself to the fact that you are a disciple of Hawasan. Secrecy is the name of the game in this case."

"Didn't you all hear me?"

"So no matter what happens, twice! Three times! Think and think!"

"Yes, think about it!"

Baek Cheon finally shouted at Chung-Myung, who put in a chant at the end of each of his words.

"I mean you, dude, you! You, not anyone else!"

Chung-Myung opened his eyes wide.

"Me?"

"Yeah, who's gonna hear this right now? Who's the only one who's going to get in trouble!"

"Tsk, tsk. Private residence has a strange bias. Did you see me make a mistake?"

"……I shouldn't say."

Baek Cheon sighed deeply.

I'm nervous.'

It was somehow successful to get here, but I feel like my legs are twisted when Chung-Myung takes him into trouble.

But I can't leave it behind.

If you were a person who listened to me, I would try anything, but it was too much to control Chung-Myung even as a private resident.

"Similar."

"Yes, death penalty."

"Stay close to Chung-Myung and make sure he doesn't get in trouble!"

"Yes!"

Yoo-Esul glared at Chung-Myung with his motivated eyes.

Then he opened his mouth with a look of eternal discontent.

"What the hell do you think I am? Do I look like I'm gonna get in trouble in a dangerous place like this?"

"Yes."

"And I'll stay."

"It's weird not to do that."

"……."

Chung-Myung twisted over resentment, but his death penalty didn't bat an eyelid.

'Similar hawks tend to care a little bit, so it'll be better.'

However, it cannot be a fundamental measure. Baek Cheon doesn't think Yoo-Esul can stop Chung-Myung either.

The best way is to quickly get information about the grass before Chung-Myung gets into an accident and get out of trouble.

Baek Cheon exchanged views with Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong.

Whether they feel the same way, their faces show determination.

"Let's go!"

"Yes!"

Hawasan's disciples proudly entered the gates of trouble. The horse was the gate, but there was no one guarding it, and there was no one coming and going.

In a slightly dreary atmosphere, Baek Cheon walked through the gates with a subtle look.

"……What?"

"What's wrong with this place?"

Even inside the gates was more. Everyone raised an eyebrow at the unexpected sight.

"……is there a plague?"

"I don't think so……?"

If I may say so...…lack of vitality.

There were few signs of people on the road ahead. Very occasionally, I could only see those breathing heavily, leaning against the wall.

"……That's too much."

Baek Cheon looked around with a frown.

Cities with advanced uplift should be vibrant. Money circulates in the city and it can't be quiet.

But the trouble now in their eyes, it was literally a dead city.

"Hmm."

Even Chung-Myung couldn't hide the awkwardness.

At that time, Yoon-jong, who was watching the dark scenery around him, opened his mouth.

"It didn't look so good when I came here……. I thought it would be different at least, but I think it's worse here."

"……I see."

Baek Cheon nodded still.

Jo-Gol, who was in the back, sneaked in.

"I've heard that the situation in Yunnam has become difficult as I quit the car trade, but I didn't expect it to be this much.""Is that the only reason? I heard there was a drought, and it probably had a huge impact."

"Yes, I think so, too."

Chung-Myung scratched the back of his head.

"Anyway, this isn't important, so let's get some information on the grass."

"Well, yeah."

Baek Cheon picked up his head in agreement.

"Let's go over the whereabouts of the plant and meet here again when the sun sets."

"Yes, private residence."

"Be careful."

Chung-Myung looked forward with a pleased smile as the death penalty was all scattered in perfect order.

"Well, now we're going to have to look into the whereabouts of the licorice."

Enthusiastic, willful, burning with will.

There is only one problem.

"……but how am I supposed to ask around?"

"……."

Yoo-Esul looked at Chung-Myung with a stunned face.

"Growl."

Chung-Myung puts down the teacup in his hand.

"As expected of Unnam."

Chung-Myung, who has no knowledge of cars, can also know. This scent is obviously something different from that of the midfield.

Regardless of whether it's better or worse, I felt distinctly different.

"It's understandable that the dignitaries love it."

Chung-Myung smiled leisurely.

However, some people were quite unhappy with the appearance of leisure.

"Wildwood."

"……."

Yoo-Esul looks at Chung-Myung with a sour eye.

In her brief words and gaze,

"Everyone else is walking around in the sun looking for information about the sycamore, and the youngest of the Samun is stuck in a coffin and drinking tea, so what a shame?'

It was full of meaning that

But who was Chung-Myung? This kind of pressure can be avoided neatly.

"Then get out?"

"……."

"Look around? Do you want me to pick on you?"

There was a conflict on Yoo-Esul's face.

I can't see Chung-Myung playing.

Never let Chung-Myung get in trouble.

These two things are colliding in her head.

Yoo-Esul, who was weighing which was more important, stared straight at Chung-Myung as if he had made up his mind.

"Do you want another cup of tea?"

"……."

It's a bit sad.

Chung-Myung grinned and turned his head away. Then he stared at the view of Gonmyeong from the polygwan.

'It's going to be a disaster.'

There is no vitality in the city itself. As far as he knows, this name can be considered a saint in terms of fortune. It means that it is the center of Unnam.

The fact that such a place is so lifeless is no different from saying that the entire Unnam area is losing vitality.

Chung-Myung's eyes are slightly distorted.

'It's like looking at old Hawasan.'

Once upon a time this place would have been full of energy. However, everything collapsed when Magyo set Unnam as the first target of the invasion. And the wrong response has never restored its former glory.

At least Hwasan had the luck of Chung-Myung coming back. If Chung-Myung hadn't come back to life for some unknown reason, what would be the difference between here and Hwasan?

"Tsk."

Chung-Myung lightly kicked his tongue and looked down.

Unnam is Unnam and Hwasan is Hwasan.

It's not that I don't sympathize with that similar situation, but it's not for Chung-Myung to pay attention to.

What I need to pay attention to now is...….

"Owner!"

"Yeah, yeah!"

The owner of the tea ceremony, who had been staring from one side to this side, rushed toward Chung-Myung.

"Is there anything else you need, sir?"

"Bring me something to chew for now."

"Yes, what would you like?""I'd like you to bring me a decent one. And another kettle of cold tea, please.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah! I'll bring it to you right away!"

The owner of the tea hall turned to pick up the car in a hurry.

Then Chung-Myung's mouth opens again.

"Before that."

"Yes!"

The owner's body spins again. Very naturally and quickly, the posture dropped sharply.

Recently, the operation of the multi-gwan has become terrible as no money has been circulating in difficulties. In the meantime, a pushover that makes an expensive car a kettle...…. How can I not lower my posture when a precious man is here?

"It's because of the tea leaves. Have you ever heard of a grass called a birch?"

"Hmm, the grass?"

"Yes."

The owner of the tea hall pondered and tilted his head.

"Well, I know all the tea that comes and goes here, and I've never heard of a tea leaf called Jameokcho."

"Do you know anyone who knows much about medicine?"

"Medicine.Medicine...…."

The owner of the tea crown nodded.

"Among the people I know, there's a drug dealer in distress."

"Oh, really? Where is that place?"

"Oh, my God, sir. What are you trying to do? I'll call him here."

"……is that okay?"

"Hahaha. Of course. Except...… I'll need a little more time to come……."

Chung-Myung smiled and took out a silver coin from his arms and put it on the table.

"Do you cook something simple here?"

"Of course!"

The tea crown owner quickly snatched the silver coin. Then he bowed his head to break his back.

"The car will be ready in no time! Please wait a little longer. And I'll call the apothecary right away!"

"……Oh, yes."

Chung-Myung grinned at the fierce response of the multi-viewer.

As the owner runs to the kitchen, Yoo-Esul looks at Chung-Myung with a strange expression.

"Are you going to do this from the start?"

"Where am I? I'm kicking around. What do you know when I'm around?"

Chung-Myung smirks.

"I'll leave the town's problems to the people in the neighborhood. If you ask me if I'm a nice guy, I'll answer you, but can I compare myself to someone who's paid for it?"

Yoo-Esul nodded still.

"Smart."

"……."

"Unmatched."

"Drink tea."

Chung-Myung started sipping tea.

Then Yoo-Esul looked at him with new eyes.

This is a very small matter.

People have one of the biggest misconceptions about Chung-Myung. It is that "Chung-Myung is ahead of his fists and doesn't think deeply."

'That's just how it looks.'

Yoo-Esul has been watching Chung-Myung and is convinced that it is not.

Looking at it coolly, Chung-Myung is the deepest of Hwasan's disciples. What he seemed to have thoughtlessly done was to come to a conclusion after several careful considerations.

So I was able to get here.'

"Aren't you drinking?"

Yoo-Esul grabbed a teacup at Chung-Myung's words.

Anyway, it's true that she feels sorry for the death penalty who must be suffering from the scorching sun, so she stuck her car in a slow motion.

Jo-Gol sighed.

I've been asking around about Jameokcho, but strangely, no one knows about Jameokcho in Gonmyeong.

It was an item that was previously handled by the up-and-down side of Sacheon, so it was strange because there was not much information.

"Should we have asked around more in Sacheon?"I thought what would happen if I arrived at Unnam as long as I heard that there will be a grass in Unnam. You seem to have been a little complacent.

What can you do now if you regret it? Insufficient information needs to be filled with footprints.

"But even if the information is filled with footprints...…."

Jo-Gol frowns.

The situation of hardship that I looked back on was not as good as I had seen it for the first time. Most shops locked their doors, and those they encounter must be hungry and have no vitality in their eyes.

Sometimes there were even people who grabbed the hem to beg him.

This is why proper information cannot be obtained.

I'm trying to figure out a different way...….'

It was then.

"Huh?"

Jo-Gol tilts his head.

"The death penalty?"

I saw Yoon-jong standing in front of me.

Of course it's not strange. Even if they have a lot of difficulties, it's natural for them to run into each other a few times if they're unmanned.

The strange thing was not the encounter itself, but the state of Yoon-Jong.

Small children are flocking around him.

Jo-Gol approached with his head tilted.

"What are you doing?"

"……ah? Joe, is it Jo-Gol?"

Yoon-jong looks back at Jo-Gol with an awkward face.

"Why do you...….Huh?"

Jo-Gol squints his eyes.

Yoon-jong's hands were crammed with grain bags and dumplings the size of a child's fist.

"…… death penalty?"

"I know, this isn't the time for me to be like this, I need to get information quickly. By the way... Ha...…."

Yoon-jong looked down at the children with a sheepish face. When I handed out dumplings to the drooling children, looking only at his hands, everyone rushed in.

"Give it to me, too!"

"Me!"

"My brother is starving! Give me one more!"

Yoon-jong bit his lip a bit.

"If this falls, I'll buy you more, so calm down. You'll get hurt!"

The dumplings were handed out with one hand, and the children who flocked in with the other hand and were pushed gently to prevent them from getting hurt.

All the dirty children are blinded by the dirt and rush to Yoon-jong.

When what was in his hand ran out, the children stared at Yoon-jong with stunned eyes.

"Eat it first, take care of your family. I'll get you some new food soon, so come back here!"

The children nodded and moved away without saying thank you.

Jo-Gol frowned as he watched the scene.

"……I wish I could say thank you for your help."

Then Yoon-jong looked back with a slightly stiff face.

"You can't afford it."

"……Yes?"

"Ethics come out once you're full. How can children who are starving to death argue about that right now? I may have weaker siblings in my house, or my parents may be lying down. Don't blame the kids like that!"

"……yes, the death penalty. I'm sorry."

Jo-Gol recoiled at the almost angry Yoon-Jong. We've been together for a long time, but I've never seen Yoon-jong so angry.

"Maybe..."

It was then.

"Aaaaaaaaaah! I'm telling you, I'm not!"

"How dare you steal a thing? Come here! I'll teach you a lesson today!"

"I didn't steal it! Argh! Argh! Argh! It hurts!"

The faces of Yoon-jong and Jo-Gol quickly hardened.

The two quickly flew to where the screams were heard.