Return of Mount Hua Sect

Bop Kye looked at Bop Jeong, who was sitting with his legs crossed without saying a word.

It is just an old monk that can be seen everywhere except for the impressive white beard that has grown long to the chest.

No one will pay attention to the old monk unless he wears a yellow gun symbolizing Shaolin. That much, Bop Jeong's outward appearance was just normal.

But sometimes Bop Kye came up with that idea.

How much does this man have in his head?'

Shaolin's long story.

Bop Jeong.

Some say that Bop Jeong is too weak for Shaolin's long storyline.

Shaolin's leaders, who have led the world, have left deep footprints on the river. Only giants who could lead the world with high illegality and deep mind could be Shaolin's mastermind.

Compared to those past masters, Bop Jeong, the contemporary director, was too easygoing. Therefore, it was said that the power was not enough to lead Shaolin.

But only Bop Kye didn't think so.

Having watched Bop Jeong closely, he knew very well that this ordinary-looking old man had no shortage to lead Shaolin.

No, maybe in terms of Shaolin's Bangjang, he is superior to any other Bangjang in history.

"Room leader."

Bop Jeong slowly opened his eyes while he was turning the kaboo seat.

When he saw Bop Kay sitting in front of him, he smiled softly and opened his mouth.

"What was the public's reaction?"

"Amitabul, it's the way the chief wanted it."

"I see."

Bop Jeong's voice was just calm. Like hearing the sun rise in the east today. Like accepting nothing but ordinary things.

After seeing the calmness, Bop Kye couldn't stand it at all.

"Room leader."

Bop Jeong grinned at his voice.

"There's anger in your voice."

"…I'm sorry."

"Yes, if you have anything to ask, ask."

Bop Kye nodded low and opened his mouth.

"Did you plan all this from the beginning?"

Bop Jeong smiled profusely at his slightly trembling voice.

"A question should start by conveying its exact meaning to the other person. What are you trying to ask?"

"……the head of the room……."

Bop Kye glanced down and looked at the match table with only four left.

"Did you draw this from the beginning?"

Then Bop Jeong grinned.

"You're curious about something that doesn't mean anything. What about it, or what? The important thing is that things have gone this way."

Bop Kye sighed deeply.

That's what he said, but Bop Kay was convinced that Bop Jeong had painted all of these pictures.

Reason?

It's very simple. This is because it is the best situation that Shaolin can draw.

What was Shaolin aiming for through this competition?

Harmony.

Yes, to put it nicely, it's harmony.

"…People often misunderstand."

Bop Kye continued his words while looking at the room in front of him.

"Harmony is something that is created by giving way and understanding each other."

"How did it get you wrong?"

"Because I forgot one important thing."

Bop Kye's voice is powerful.

"In order to understand each other and to yield to each other, it is imperative to understand each other's position accurately. Isn't the chief trying to make Gupa understand where they are?"Bop Kye looked at Bop Jeong, who was sitting with his legs crossed without saying a word.

It is just an old monk that can be seen everywhere except for the impressive white beard that has grown long to the chest.

No one will pay attention to the old monk unless he wears a yellow gun symbolizing Shaolin. That much, Bop Jeong's outward appearance was just normal.

But sometimes Bop Kye came up with that idea.

How much does this man have in his head?'

Shaolin's long story.

Bop Jeong.

Some say that Bop Jeong is too weak for Shaolin's long storyline.

Shaolin's leaders, who have led the world, have left deep footprints on the river. Only giants who could lead the world with high illegality and deep mind could be Shaolin's mastermind.

Compared to those past masters, Bop Jeong, the contemporary director, was too easygoing. Therefore, it was said that the power was not enough to lead Shaolin.

But only Bop Kye didn't think so.

Having watched Bop Jeong closely, he knew very well that this ordinary-looking old man had no shortage to lead Shaolin.

No, maybe in terms of Shaolin's Bangjang, he is superior to any other Bangjang in history.

"Room leader."

Bop Jeong slowly opened his eyes while he was turning the kaboo seat.

When he saw Bop Kay sitting in front of him, he smiled softly and opened his mouth.

"What was the public's reaction?"

"Amitabul, it's the way the chief wanted it."

"I see."

Bop Jeong's voice was just calm. Like hearing the sun rise in the east today. Like accepting nothing but ordinary things.

After seeing the calmness, Bop Kye couldn't stand it at all.

"Room leader."

Bop Jeong grinned at his voice.

"There's anger in your voice."

"…I'm sorry."

"Yes, if you have anything to ask, ask."

Bop Kye nodded low and opened his mouth.

"Did you plan all this from the beginning?"

Bop Jeong smiled profusely at his slightly trembling voice.

"A question should start by conveying its exact meaning to the other person. What are you trying to ask?"

"……the head of the room……."

Bop Kye glanced down and looked at the match table with only four left.

"Did you draw this from the beginning?"

Then Bop Jeong grinned.

"You're curious about something that doesn't mean anything. What about it, or what? The important thing is that things have gone this way."

Bop Kye sighed deeply.

That's what he said, but Bop Kay was convinced that Bop Jeong had painted all of these pictures.

Reason?

It's very simple. This is because it is the best situation that Shaolin can draw.

What was Shaolin aiming for through this competition?

Harmony.

Yes, to put it nicely, it's harmony.

"…People often misunderstand."

Bop Kye continued his words while looking at the room in front of him.

"Harmony is something that is created by giving way and understanding each other."

"How did it get you wrong?"

"Because I forgot one important thing."

Bop Kye's voice is powerful.

"In order to understand each other and to yield to each other, it is imperative to understand each other's position accurately. Isn't the chief trying to make Gupa understand where they are?"Bop Jeong chanted "no" quietly without a reply.

"Now that I've come this far, I think I know what this idiot drew. Except for Shaolin, not a single student was able to make it to the lecture. And unfortunately, it's Hwasan who's been kicked out of the old school."

It is more meaningful than I thought that the old file room, except for Shaolin, did not occupy one of the private lectures.

And it's none other than Hawasan's strides that deepen the meaning.

If Shaolin can win the championship like this, Gufa will be stuck between Shaolin, who shows off his robustness as the head of the Old File Room, and Hwasan, who is surging at a tremendous rate.

If so, the Goofile room will have no choice but to hold Shaolin's hand.

There will be no better way to recover their reputation than Shaolin, who proved that they are the northernmost part of the country.

In the end, the competition went as Shaolin wanted from beginning to end.

No, it wasn't Shaolin, it went the way the director wanted it.'

Bop Kye felt a little goosebumps in his spine.

In that soft smile lies the noble world that grabs the world and shakes it. But how many people in the world know that?

Those who do not know the true nature of Bop Jeong will believe that a simple and plain appearance is his essence.

"Let me ask you one more question."

"There's a lot of confusion in you today. What were you so curious about?"

"Wasn't the chief supposed to be this strong from the start?"

Bop Jeong smiles at the question.

"Can it be?"

"Then what?"

"If you can guess what you haven't seen with your eyes, what's the difference between me and the Buddha? I didn't get to that point. If you can't tell by looking at one thing, it's also a fool."

The slightly lowered Bop Jeong's eyes shone darkly.

"I just wanted a good result for everyone. Shaolin will be able to prove herself, and the old file room will be able to get out of deep arrogance and know its location again, so it can be a long-term benefit. And Hwasan is...…."

There was a moment of silence. He, who was taking a breather, opened his mouth again.

"Hwasan will be able to escape the long darkness. Amitabha Buddha."

Then he stared at Bop Kay, reciting his disapproval.

"It does not consist solely of anger. True anger is made through the law. Even Shaolin, who follows the law, has a kyeyulwon to punish Buddhist indulgence. It is nothing more than nonsense to discuss harmony with those who do not return to the law."

"You're right."

"By the end of the competition, all the world's literary factions will be back to their roles."

"Amitabha Buddha."

Bop Kye also closed his eyes and memorized dislike.

What the hell is in Bop Jeong's eyes, he doesn't dare guess.

Only one thing. Only one thing.

"But the head of the club."

"Hm?"

"Isn't that all going to happen when Shaolin wins the competition? If Hye Yeon couldn't beat him... one in a thousand, one in a thousand...…."

"Hwasan the Divine Dragon?"

"Yes."

Bop Jeong had a subtle look on his face.

It was hard for Bop Kay to hide her surprise on that face. This is because a lot of emotions came to mind for a moment on Bop Jeong's face, which does not show his usual expression.Sadness and expectation. And joy and sadness.

"Hwasan the Divine Dragon. Hwasan The Dragon……. He's a real talent."

Bop Jeong shook his head quietly.

"Hwasan is not good enough to save his talent. Hwasan managed to revive the plum-blossom technique with hard work. At this rate, returning to the old file room is not a dream. But that's all. To move beyond that, plum inspection alone is not enough."

"……."

"It's a shame. It's such a shame. If he had entered Shaolin, he could have made a movie that would last for a thousand years with Hye Yeon."

The determination in Bop Jeong's eyes was young.

"But if it's fate, then he'll have to accept it. Even if the child is a genius beyond Hye Yeon. The plumage is never 70 species.I can't handle moderation. It's like dealing with a long sword with chopsticks."

"Amitabul, then the chief of staff won't be disorganized."

"Yes, it will be."

Bop Jeong's eyes slowly subsided.

And if my plan goes awry...….'

All the harmony he planned would be destroyed. The world's axis will be split into Shaolin and Hwasan.

Now it's just a little crack, but...….

"Maybe the little rift will lead the world to chaos that will never happen again.'

"Amitabha Buddha."

Bop Jeong was forced to dislike.

I would never let that happen.

Never!

* * *

"Sae-mae."

"Yes."

Yoo-Esul's answer was light.

Baek Cheon looked silently at Yoo-Esul.

'There's no sign of tension.'

Although it was his brother-in-law, Yoo-Esul was a unique person.

The person she has to deal with today is none other than Hye Yeon.

Baek Cheon thought about what he would be like. However, I couldn't have kept calm like she did, no matter how hard I thought about it.

Even though I know he's the strongest of Hwasan's disciples except Chung-Myung.

Hagiya brother and sister were always like that's what happened.'

If the essential quality of a test is to remain calm, perhaps she is the most inspective test in Hwasan. Like Chung-Myung said.

"What about you?"

"Nothing."

"…Is that so?"

Yoo-Esul, who doesn't talk much, opened his mouth again because he thought he needed to add more words this time.

"However."

"Hm?"

Yoo-Esul turns his head slightly and looks at the rain.

"It's not to win."

"……."

Baek Cheon looked at Yoo-Esul without a word for a moment. Then he smiled quietly.

"Yeah, I see. That wasn't all."

I forgot before I knew it.

This competition wasn't a place to produce results.

The result they wanted when they first came here was to announce to the world that Hwasan was back. And already they've had enough of that result.

What's left?

Learning.

And growing more.

Yoo-Esul didn't forget what even Hawasan's ambassador had forgotten for a while.

'That's why...'

Baek Cheon smiled bitterly and said.

"Sae-mae."

"Yes."

"What do you swing a sword for?"

It's a trivial question. Maybe it's just to avoid a slightly awkward situation.

But at the question Yoo-Esul looked away.

"…plum blossoms."

"Apricot Flower?"

Her transparent gaze once again turned to Baek Cheon.

"I just want to smoke it."

"……."

"The plum blossoms I can show you."Baek Cheon closed his eyes slightly.

I never understood what it meant. But the weight of the words is fully conveyed.

He opened his eyes and spoke in a firm voice.

"This fight will speed up the road."

"Yes."

"So fight and come back without regret."

"Yes, death penalty!"

Yoo-Esul bowed his head towards Baek Cheon. Then he turned straight and headed for the rain.

Then Chung-Myung was seen in her sight. As usual, he sat in the front seat with his arms folded.

I wouldn't have stopped normally.

But today her feet stopped in front of Chung-Myung.

Chung-Myung lifted his head slightly and looked at her.

"Why?"

Yoo-Esul didn't say anything, just stared at him.

It's weird.

I already know that Chung-Myung is not a cheerleader. And she already knows what she has to do right now.

But Yoo-Esul felt like he needed to hear something from Chung-Myung.

Chung-Myung also opened her mouth to see if she knew how she felt.

"I don't tell black lies."

"……."

"If the effort that the accident has been made so far is real, I'll give you a black answer."

It wasn't exactly a word of encouragement.

But Yoo-Esul nodded still.

Somehow, I calmed down the moment I heard that.

"Accident!"

Dang-Soso was looking at her with a worried face.

Yoo-Esul, who looked at the concerns with a blank look on his face, nodded unconsciously.

"I'm watching."

"…Yes."

That's enough.

Soon after, he slowly climbed onto the stage with his sword around his waist. He received the attention of his students, including their trust and concern.

Yoo-Esul, who was finally on stage, looked at one person who was up first.

Hye Yeon.

The one who follows Shaolin's purification.

Maybe it will be a fight that doesn't even match.

The opponent is a genius who was raised with special care by Gangho's First Munpa, called the Millennium Sorim.

And Yoo-Esul is just a nerd who was treated like an unusual person even in Hwasan, who was ousted from Gufa.

They're competing?

Ten if it's ten. One hundred if it's hundred. It will predict Hye Yeon's victory.

One.

Growl.

Yoo-Esul slowly pulled up the sword.

a plum sword

Yes, plum sword.

The oldest memory she had left was the image of a man with a plum sword.

Compared to that...….

Yoo-Esul looks at Hye Yeon with sharp eyes.

"I'm Yoo-Esul from Hwasan."

"This is Hye Yeon from Shaolin."

The conversation was enough.

All that's left is to prove it.

"Whoo."

Yoo-Esul, who breathed out a short breath, breathed in a long breath. Heart beating subsides and muscle tremors subside.

at the same time

Yoo-Esul, who became a sword itself, rushed toward Hye Yeon like a swallow who stepped on the water.