Return of Mount Hua Sect

"Turn it off."

Chung-Myung sat on the floor.

"……I'm dying."

This is not an easy task. Even a small hill was a mountain. It can't be easy to go through the mountains.

Moreover, it felt like stealing while taking advantage of the dark night to avoid the eyes of private lodging or private lodging birds.

'Oh, my God.'

I can't get used to this body at all. In the past, Chung-Myung would not have lost a breath even after three days and nights of light attack. However, this weak body often gasps even if it moves a little.

It was the same when I went down to the chords and questioned Yujong San. It was ten times harder to go down and up the mountain than to deal with the loud swordsman, so what would you say?

Moreover, what Chung-Myung does now was not an easy task.

"Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Chung-Myung, who touched the floor, took a deep breath and pushed energy into the ground.

What are you doing in the middle of the night?

"Yeah, d*mn it."

The warehouse will be down here. But the problem is I don't know where it is down here.

There's only one way. I'm just checking one by one.

Thanks to this, Chung-Myung was now crawling through the mountains, pumping energy from point to point to point to find an empty space. If there is an empty space under the mountain, it must be a warehouse.

It's easier said than done.

It's easy to say....

"This is where you find a needle in the desert."

Chung-Myung sighed heavily.

In the past, he would have been able to cover a small mountain like this with energy with just one hand. But now, he was limited to shooting long enough, at the most, a finger.

"Oh, my God, I'm dying!"

And it's not like you can keep firing that kind of energy. His inner circle, which should be called brother, quickly came to the bottom, even though he had only used it a few times. Every time I do that, I'm re-energizing my energy and shooting it for the tenth time.

"What if he doesn't have it, then he's just gonna lie?"'

I'm tired, so I can't stop thinking. Chung-Myung blew up the mind penetrating into his head.

Arthur, where there is a will, there is a way.

"There must be!"

Considering the nature of the long death penalty and everything else, the books must be kept in a safe place. And this is the only safe place.

We need to catch straws. But this hope is more like a floating log than a straw. There's no way I won't!

One more time!

"Oops!"

One more time!

"I'm dying!"

One more time!

"Something's empty. It's none of my business. Oops."

Once...

No. Wait a minute.

"What's empty?"

Chung-Myung opened his eyes wide. Squeeze your energy for confirmation and shoot once more.

'There is!'

I felt something disparate. There's something empty down here. It still has a weak history, so it is not known who created that space or whether it naturally created an empty space.

But it was clear that something was empty.

Then what?

"Spit it out!"

Chung-Myung spat on the floor and stood up. Then he grabbed the pickaxe next to him.

"You have to check with your eyes!"

Now it's a battle of grit.

"Huh!"

One shovel.

"Turn it off!"

Two shovels.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Three shovels.

Splash.

Chung-Myung just collapsed in the pit. The dirt came rushing into my mouth, but now I don't have the strength to spit it out."You're dying. You're dying."

Bloody body.

My arms tremble and my legs tremble just by digging five sheets. My back was hurting like a knife hit me.

Learning martial arts is familiar with suffering.

But pain from hard training and wounds, pain from labor, diverts. Unfortunately, Chung-Myung was not used to the pain of labor.

Even if you're used to the pain of labor, it's not something a child can do.

Digging a healthy land is hard for even a healthy adult male. Besides, it doesn't work the trick. It's something you have to do purely with strength and grit.

"Spit it out!"

Chung-Myung, who spit out the soil that came into his mouth, glared.

Let's see if you win or I win!"

But if you give up here, won't the name Plum Blossom Screening cry?

"Euracha!"

Chung-Myung again vigorously started picking a pickaxe.

If there's a space down there, I'll definitely get there!

Push! Push! Push!

"Eurachachachachachachachacha!"

Push! Push! Push!

"Huh?"

Like this?

Chung-Myung quickly lowered his posture. Then he started peeling off the dirt with both hands. After digging out the soil several times, something hard is touched on the fingertips.

Bricks?

Chung-Myung's face is distorted. It feels strange to touch the fingertips. I feel a crack in the middle. It's a brick.

It may be a good sign that there is something built of bricks underneath these mountains. It means someone created an artificial space.

But Chung-Myung's idea was different.

If this was the Bidong of Hawasan, it would not have been poorly equipped with bricks. I'm sure they've kept a little tighter around in case someone breaks in.

By the way, brick...….

'Let's dig through it for now.'

Chung-Myung suppressed his disappointment. Nothing is certain until you see it. For now, the first thing to do is to check with your eyes.

Smooth.

When the soil was removed, the clear brick pattern was revealed. It was not clear because of the low level of martial arts and the darkness, but it became clear that there was something underneath it.

Let's see.

Chung-Myung grabbed one of the bricks carefully.

It's been a while, so the bricks are tightly interlocked. Pull the bricks with force. But at the same time, be careful not to collapse.

Snarling.

A brick comes up top.

That's right!

Chung-Myung, who carefully took out the bricks, pushed his face into the hole that was exposed below.

'Now, here....'

Chung-Myung, who checked the below with increased safety, slightly frowned.

There's nothing down there. All you see is...….

'No way...Oh! The hallway?

The fist is clenched automatically.

I didn't find it wrong. I found it right, but it just came a little to the side by side. The place he found is not a sinus, but a path leading to sinus. It has not yet been able to detect the exact separation of path and sinus due to lack of ability.

But finding the corridor is finding the way to Bidong!

'Good!'

The moment Chung-Myung looked up and tried to lift up the bricks...….

That'sbuck.

There was a low sound of footsteps from the inside.

'Huh!'

Chung-Myung almost screamed in surprise. Someone is walking this way through the hallway.

"The Long Man?"

He leaned his head back and hurriedly covered the brick he had pulled out. But there was a bigger problem.

Oh, my God!

Light was leaking through the cracks created by pulling out bricks. Chung-Myung hurriedly covered the bricks with his body and lowered his breathing to perform the homing technique."Why now?"

You might get caught if you nod. What would you say if a long man found him digging through the mountains and reaching here?

Never get caught.

That's it's byeok.

The sound of footsteps walking in the dark hallway is getting closer. It wasn't a very quick step.

'You're a long man.'

The appearance in the dark clearly showed that he was a long writer.

Fortunately, Jang Moon-in felt no abnormality and passed by where Chung-Myung was looking down. But there was no sign of relief. This is because the long writer stopped walking soon.

'There's a wall...…?'

As the eyes get used to the complete darkness, the inner appearance is more evident. A large wall is seen in front of where the long writer stopped walking.

No. It's not a wall.

It may look like that, but it can't be a wall. The end of a long corridor is called a door, not a wall. The long writer stands still and looks at the door.

You knew that.'

I expected that to be the case.

There would have been no way for others to know the existence of disagreements that Chung-Myung did not know, but it was highly likely that only Jang Moon-in knew. Jang Moon-haeng may have delivered it to the person who will be the long-lived leader of the future in case of an emergency, or he may have stumbled upon it while writing his residence.

But the odd thing is why was it that Hawasan was in this state if he knew there was disagreement.

I'm sure there were books made by Jang Mun-sa and treasures in Bidong.

It was then.

The long writer raises his hand and stammers for the wall, or the door. For a long time as if I was touching something precious.

What are you doing?'

It was a move that I couldn't find out the meaning of.

Nevertheless, the reason why I don't want to complain about the appearance is because I can feel a different atmosphere from usual in the writer.

Fumbling through the door, he bowed slowly. Then he doesn't move in that position.

Only then did I know.

I'm not trying to do anything.

That's the look of a man who can'

Chung-Myung unwittingly bit his lips as he looked back at him.

to be small

And shabby.

The back of a great Hawaiian writer should always be wide and warm. But now his back feels as shabby as that of the old countryside.

A back that couldn't be seen by anyone. It's because there's no one here, so you can show that back.

I can feel the long writer's back shaking little by little against the wall.

'Ah...…'

I thought I knew.

So you couldn't open it.'

Chung-Myung bit his lips gently.

My back hurts. It's so cold and painful.

The collapsing Hawaiian faction.

Muhak is declining and wealth is falling. Those who press for debt become increasingly vicious, and the enemy's blades become sharper and sharper.

How desperate would it be to lead Hawasan alone in such a situation?

How miserable would it be for a long writer to see his whole life's dedication to the collapse?

Nevertheless, I cannot open my heart to anyone. A long writer is something that should be trusted by his or her literary class. He is not a man who can rely on others.

Even if everyone collapses, they should support this place firmly like a giant tree with a wide range of roots on the earth.

So...

So in a place like this, you alone soothe the pain and sorrow.

Holding on to the door of disagreement that won't open.Chung-Myung looked down at the back of a long writer. As if to engrave it in his eyes.

A long writer who has not moved while holding the door still raises his head.

Staring at the door, he then breathed a low sigh and turned away. And slowly went back out of the hallway.

Chung-Myung held his breath until the long-winded man's gas completely disappeared. Then he lifted the bricks and jumped down the hall.

"……Tsk."

I saw a scene I didn't really want to see.

'My fault is great.'

Not only that, but the good men's fault was great. The future of Kang Ho is important, but the future of Hawasan was also important. It is important to resolve the immediate crisis, but the children who will be left should have been considered.

"It's not too late."

If there is a fault, you can take it back. Chung-Myung will now return their lost years.

"Well, then...."

I turned my head and looked at the door.

"Let's open this d*mn door first."