Return of Mount Hua Sect

The vibrancy was narrower than I thought.

It is only natural to do so. If he had the wealth to make a huge scandal out of a permanent iron, he would have been called the world's foremost.

"……you always whine about having no money. You've been spending money on making this stuff."

There's a deep surge, but what do you say? I can't argue with people who are already dead.

As he mumbled inside, Chung-Myung looked around.

There was a lot of stuff in the rain. What do I need to check first?

"Money!"

Chung-Myung blinks his eyes.

It should be here! The slush funds saved by Jang Moon-hyung! Gold shining brightly! Such wealth as brilliantly shining pottery...…!

"I should have."

Chung-Myung looks around and tilts his head.

What? Why can't I see it?

Chung-Myung opened his eyes wide and looked through the rain. However, no matter how much I wash my eyes and look for it, I can't see anything shiny, let alone wealth.

This can't be happening.

"Oh, no."

No matter how frugal Jang Moon-hyung was, he must have had a lot of money to spend!

It would be common sense to deal with the crisis in Hasan or to set aside a certain amount of wealth to use in an unexpected situation.

"But why don't you have any money?"

A great deal of sadness is coming in.

Ha, you son of a b*tc*. Didn't you have any slush funds?

Chung-Myung rubbed his face.

If there was a slush fund hidden by a long writer, it could have been used in many good places.

To revive Hawasan, go to the gill, go to the gillustration.….

"Oh, no, no, no! I'm purely for the revival of Hwasan!"

I think I hear someone kicking their tongue from somewhere.

"Sad."

Chung-Myung, who abandoned his lingering desire, turned his head. In fact, there is something more important than wealth.

"This is it!"

Books lined up on a bookshelf on one side of the non-dong wall.

Chung-Myung swallowed a dry saliva and approached the bookshelf.

"This should be right."

Pick up the book you see in the middle and go through the contents. There was a smile on Chung-Myung's face, who was reading each letter.

"Right!"

It can't be gone!

As expected, the books on display in the first book store were Hawasan's books, arranged one by one by one by the long-time writer. They were supposed to be in the re-election, but they seemed to have been made and collected to organize documents that only long-term writers could know, and to prepare for any possible situations.

There were books of the Chung-Myung era as well as those of its predecessors. With this, I can slap those bastards in the back of their heads.

"They're all dead!"

This alone is worth the trouble of opening the sinus.

And in the second book store...….

"Oh, my God!"

It's a bad grade!

Chung-Myung almost screamed without realizing it.

There are actual Hawasan's ranks here...….

"Huh?"

Chung-Myung tilts his head.

"These aren't real kids."

Chung-Myung has narrowed his forehead. It's a bit of a class, but what's here is a bit different from the martial arts you usually learn. In Hwasan, the ranks of almost dead martial arts are now collected one by one.

"Well."

Chung-Myung scratched his cheek.

"What a wistful man you are you?"

I decided not to pass it on to future generations, but everyone must be Hwasan's Muhak. It seems that it was uncomfortable for a long writer to completely scrap and eliminate such martial arts.

In case the loss of martial arts had a negative impact on Hasan's future, such martial arts were gathered here.If the first book proves the obligation of a long-term writer to Hawasan, this second book contains the long-term concern and affection of Hawasan.

"……long death sentence."

Cheung-Myung, teary-eyed, skimmed through his nose.

"Don't worry, I'm sure I'll get Hwasan back to normal."

No, I'll make it more prosperous than it used to be.

Chung-Myung smacked his lips and turned around.

There's no grade, but it's fine. After all, the important martial arts convictions are all in Chung-Myung's head. It's just annoying to write it down, but it doesn't have to be a secret. It's enough to make it up.

And finally...….

There was nothing in the third library.

There is only one rolled scroll in the empty library.

"What's this?"

Chung-Myung reached out without hesitation and opened the scroll. And then I started to read it all in a minute.

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A long-written friend.

If someone is reading this, it may mean that the next generation of writers has been decided. Sometimes a line of writing conveys more than a hundred words, so I have to leave my meaning in writing.

The position of Hawasan's long arm is by no means a position to lead him.

As the latter would already know, those who lead Hawasan are his disciples and children who are growing up in Hawasan. Long writers are just enough to protect and push them to do their best.

Now that you have become a long-time writer of Hawasan, I hope you don't feel anxious to lead him. Hwasan is just Hwasan. No one can lead, no one can swing.

My wife.

Remember when you're tired of the difficulties of reality and the heavy burden that weighs on your shoulders.

Hwasan's spirits do not abate.

Hwasan is just Hwasan. Whether that spirit is declining or flourishing in the world, Hwasan is just Hwasan. As a long writer, what the latter has to protect is the spirit of Hawasan and its period.

So that the good men's will can continue to the future. And raise our descendants and continue our will so that they will not change forever.

I leave you a heavy burden as a good man and a long-time writer of the previous generation.

Cheon Mun, the great Hawaiian pie in the twenty-day period.

"……."

Chung-Myung still looked at the writing on the scroll.

I know.

This is not what Jang Moon-Hyung left for Chung-Myung. But it's a coincidence. The person who needs to read this is Chung-Myung, not anyone else.

"What a... nag."

Chung-Myung sighed and put the scroll in his arms.

Others will have to be returned to Hawasan, but this scroll cannot yield to a long-time writer.

"Well, then...."

Chung-Myung grinned and turned away.

"I've got nothing more than I thought, but I'm sure this is good enough."

For now, it is important to get the books. With that book, we can take back all the businesses in Hawasan. Then we can get out of debt that is now squeezing Hasan.

So at this point...….

Chung-Myung, who was about to go outside, stopped.

'Wait a minute.

Something's a little off.

What's wrong with you?'

I can't pinpoint exactly what's strange, but I can't help but feel uncomfortable.

Why do I feel like this?

"Wait a minute.

Third stop?

Chung-Myung's head turned around.

Long death penalty.

So, the twenty-day-old writer of Hawasan, Cheon Mun, is a slightly necrophobic person. Therefore, Cheon Mun's room was always tidy.It's not just the level of clean people. All the furniture and bedding were arranged at angle, and even he couldn't stand himself without symmetry between left and right.

by the way

Two bookshelves full of bookshelves on one side, and one scroll on the other?

"No, no. That can't be true."

I know because I've been through a long death sentence! There can be no such thing for us!

Chung-Myung rushed to the empty library.

There's something!'

There must be!

That awkward empty bookcase keeps bothering me. You put up a bookshelf to deliver that letter? The long death penalty Chung-Myung knows is never like that.

It wouldn't have been awkward if it wasn't Chung-Myung who came in here but a long-time writer of the future! But it's none other than Chung-Myung who's here now.

Chung-Myung grabbed the bookshelf. Then, without hesitation, he lifted it to the side and moved on.

'There can be no device out there.'

So there can't be anything behind the bookshelf. That side is covered with permanent iron. But what if it's down there?

Of course, the floor will be covered with a single iron. But?

Chung-Myung, who moved the bookshelf, touched the floor. And soon the quenched begins to attract.

"If it's the long death penalty I know, here it is!'

If there's an awkward place, it's a trap.

Woooow!

But nothing happened. I wonder if I lack strength, so I pulled something out, but there is no change.

'No?'

It was the moment when I tried to give up because I thought I made a mistake.

Up and down.

"……!"

Here it is!

"Eurachachachachachachachachachachachachacha!"

Chung-Myung pulled out his wet power and pulled the floor.

Rattling!

Soon, with a feeling of something falling out, Chung-Myung lost his balance and rolled on the floor.

"Ouch, ouch."

The stars flashed in front of me after hitting the back of my head a few times.

I hope you didn't say anything out loud.'

Instinctively, he turns his head towards the entrance. But there's no sign that the long writer has noticed. Although it is said to lead to a place of residence, it will not be easily recognized because it will be distant and soundproof.

More than that!

Chung-Myung jumped up and ran forward.

Something's definitely open.

Chung-Myung, who ran back to the spot, clenched his fist as he saw a hole in the floor.

"Of course it is!"

What kind of person is he?

"He's a very thorough man."

In case a person who is not a long-time writer opens the door and enters the room, the floor has been made double in case.

If you've been through a lot, you'll never imagine that there's another kind of sinus hidden in the sinus. Even Chung-Myung would have left without knowing what kind of person Jang Moon-sa was.

purple

Light is gushing out of that entrance!

The light!

As if to give Chung-Myung light, a subtle glow pours out.

Chung-Myung pushed himself into the hole exposed to the floor without hesitation. A small entrance that's tight enough even though it's still a small child's body. Passing through the entrance, there was a space so low that it was hard to straighten out.

There is...

Chung-Myung reached out. Then, he carefully covered the kite with difficulty.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

The sound won't leak anymore, will it?

So...

Chung-Myung opened his eyes wide. Breathing is tight and the heart beats. Blood is rushing to my face and I feel like I'm about to burst.

But what about anything?"Hehehehehehehehehehehehe!"

I'm dying of joy!

Happiness is in front of him.

On one side, neatly stacked gold bars.

And various beams arranged at the other end.

And...

"Is this a gravestone?"

Unidentified jewels, even the rank of rain!

"Hehehehehehehehehehe!"

I keep bursting out laughing. Even though I tried to control myself, a silly smile flowed out of control.

"Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe!"

Yes, let's smile! Smile!

"I'm rich now!"

Eventually, the twenty-day long story of Hawasan, Cheon Mun, wanted to avoid it at the expense of a fortune.

It was the moment when the fate of Hawasan passed on to the person who should not enter the most.