Return of Mount Hua Sect

It's still so vivid that I can get my hands on it.

Black hair like pitch black.

A lot of beard.

Glittering eyes and a smile that looks as gentle as ever.

And…….

The sword of the self-hajin, which was always with the waist.

Chung-Myung didn't know that his eyes would fall into his own head.

This is where it comes from?'

He smiled as if he were dumbfounded.

I expected this and that, but I really didn't expect this to come out.

A sword of your sword.….

Chung-Myung smiled despondently, but Hyun Jong couldn't help but look at his own sword.

"Cheon Mun……."

How can you not know the name?

The man who led Hawsan's heyday. The name that will not disappear from Hwasan's history.

"Oh, my God! How can this thing be in Shaolin?"

Hyun Jong, who rarely gets angry, didn't hide his anger and got angry. But Bop Jeong didn't blame Hyun Jong for being rude. If he changed his position, he would have done the same thing.

That's how important this black thing was for Hwasan.

God'sickness.

A mystical object that symbolizes the gate.

Divine bodies represent the authority of the clique. Like Shaolin's "green jade" sometimes exerts power beyond the authority of the head of the room.

Of course, there is a divine symbol of Hwasan's authority in Hwasan.

That's what this sword is all about.

From the point of view of Munpa, it was an object that should never be lost along with Jang Mun-ryeongbu.

"Does it mean that Shaolin has been keeping this item since it was lost at 100,000 Daesan Mountain?"

"No way."

Bop Jeong shook his head.

"It's only recently that we found this thing. And Shaolin had to pay a huge price to get his hands on this new sword."

Hyun Jong's beard trembled.

This sword is a sword that has been with the history of Hwasan, and symbolizes his authority. It was also an item that had to be retrieved because it was Hwasan, which had little left over from the past.

"I'll return your sword to Hwasan in exchange for this."

"……."

Hyun Jong bit his lips tightly.

It's never easy to go to the North Sea and find out what's However, it was no easier to leave that self-inflicted sword as it is.

Bop Jeong smiled as if he knew how Hyun Jong felt.

"If the price is your own sword, it's not a bad deal for Hwasan either."

There was confidence in Bop Jeong's smile.

And the basis for that confidence was clear.

The last thing to lose in a gatehouse. A lost clique is dealt a fatal blow to its authority. In other words, simply recovering the lost body can strengthen the authority of the Moon faction.

Now Hwasan is being called to the tune with no more momentum. The symbolic significance of recovering a self-inflicted sword to such a clique can never be small.

So Hyun Jong won't be able to reject this proposal. Never

Bop Jeong, who pushed the sword back into the sword, removed the box and placed it on the table. Then he pushed all the way towards Hyun Jong.

"You can take this sword now if you want."

"…Did you say now?"

"Honestly, Shaolin and Hwasan aren't going to have a good relationship right now. But I believe in the clique of Hwasan. What would be difficult to reward the trusted first?"

Hyun Jong's hips were slightly shaken.

I know.

Bop Jeong would never have given up that sword with good intentions alone. While it's not up to plotting, investigating the North Sea can be harder than Bop Jeong said.Nevertheless, Hyun Jong could not easily make a decision.

That sword represents the movie of the past Hwasan.

It is a symbol of the splendid Hwasan, who is a new member of the Munpa and now has no choice but to reminisce. But how can you give up easily?

As soon as Hyun Jong tried to answer with his lips clenched, Chung-Myung, who was watching the situation, suddenly reached out his hand and grabbed his own sword.

"Hm?"

Bringing the sword calmly, he slowly pulled it up.

The self-inflicted sword, which was completely exposed, shone white in the sunlight reflected into the room.

Chung-Myung, who was still looking at the sword, slowly reached out his hand and put his finger on the sword.

Hyun Jong and Bop Jeong held their breath at the same time.

I don't know why, but I feel like I shouldn't disturb him now.

I'm not in the mood.

His expression, which cannot be explained in words, blocked the mouths of the two giants.

'Chung-Myung아.'

Hyun Jong just looked at Chung-Myung without saying a word.

Sometimes this child shows this side of this. And every time, Hyun Jong had to be silent in front of the unknown weight Chung-Myung has.

Chung-Myung slowly closed his eyes.

It looked like a picture.

He closed his eyes with his hands on the sword and opened his eyes very slowly and looked up.

It was only then that Hyun Jong solidified his mind.

'Your sword must be in Hwasan.'

Seeing Chung-Myung holding that sword convinced me. That sword should always be in the hands of Chung-Myung and the world.

"Hwasan asked the director to...…."

Snap!

At that moment, Chung-Myung put the sword in the sword and put it on the tea table. Then, he stared at the sword with a slightly troubled face.

"Well."

Bop Jeong smiled quietly. If it's related to Shaolin so far, isn't it like the game is already over just because Chung-Myung, who kicked and started, is reacting like that?

"Sowon, if you want, I can give you your own sword here. The price is for the well-being of Kang Ho, so Shaolin is not giving orders to Hwasan. Don't you think so?"

Chung-Myung stomps his head. As if Bop Jeong was not wrong. Then, he lifted his head and opened his mouth looking at Bop Jeong.

"And?"

"……huh?"

And?

What and?

"I don't understand what you're saying."

When asked by Bop Jeong, Chung-Myung asked again.

"What else are you going to give me?"

"…and again?"

This time Bop Jeong tilts his head.

"You're saying you're going to give him something else? What does a cow's seal mean...…."

Bop Jeong stopped talking and shut up.

It was because Chung-Myung's face was clearly distorted.

"Room leader."

"……."

Chung-Myung nodded left and right for a moment. Then soon he tilted to one side and said.

"Since you live in this deep mountain, you seem to have no sense of reality."

"……."

Deep in the mountains?

A sense of reality?

Chung-Myung tapped the self-inflicted sword on the tea table.

"What's the price of bringing a piece of worn-out iron? If you sit still, the chrysanthemums come and pay for it, so everything seems to be easy. If you beg like that, you'll be crushed and kicked out. What?""Cher, a piece of iron?"

Bop Jeong's eyes widened.

Did you just say you're going to break the iron over Hawsan's body?

"Hey, hey. Hwasan The Dragon. You don't seem to understand, but it's Hwasan's."

"What about it?"

"…Don't you know? I'm sick and tired of the Wasans!"

"Oh, I know. But what about it?"

Chung-Myung poked his ears.

"Don't you know what a creature means in Munpa?"

"What a strange man."

"…what?"

Bop Jeong looks blankly at Chung-Myung.

"No. If I'm a Hwasanite, why would the chief decide what that sword means in Hwasan? It's not like we're setting the number of bowls for other people's homes."

"Uh……."

Bop Jeong became a honeyed mute. I saw Hyun Jong just in case, but he was not that different either.

Hyun Jong was also staring blankly at Chung-Myung with a ridiculous face.

"Cher, Chung-Myung. No, but I'm sick of the investigation.…."

"What are you sick of? I mean, if there's anything that's expensive or pretty, you know, all the people who used to come together and pat on the door,

From now on, this is our symbol.'

I'm sick of deciding after that. It's not like a creature coming down from the sky."

Chung-Myung said in a nonchalant way.

"It's just a thing. What do you attach so much meaning to? It doesn't mean that Hwasan isn't Hwasan, it doesn't make Hwasan great, it's crazy to go to the North Sea to get a piece of sword? The North Sea?

Chung-Myung's eyes began to twinkle. Hyun Jong flinched and thought.

'Oh, no, but I'm sick of the investigation.….'

What the hell did he learn to grow up with?'

Their bewildered eyes poured on Chung-Myung.

But Chung-Myung just grinned nonchalantly.

"Well, of course, I wouldn't sell it for money if I could get my hands on it, but it doesn't make sense for my students to be in danger because they're sick of it. Which ancestor would value more than his student?"

"……."

At this point, Bop Jeong couldn't find anything else to say. The desire to do so has disappeared.

Chung-Myung rolled his thumb and index finger in front of his eyes to make a circle.

"Anything else? Money, or...… Money? Oh, a bill sounds good. Slip, or jewelry...…."

"Chung-Myung아. Aren't they all the same thing?"

"Oh, yeah. But……."

Chung-Myung smirked and once again pushed his own sword toward Bop Jeong.

"Come to think of it, I don't think it's going to pay for it. I think this is a very good sword, put it well and use it again."

Chung-Myung woke up as if he had nothing more to say.

Then Hyun Jong also rose up awkwardly afterwards.

"Sure."

Chung-Myung turned around and Bop Jeong hurriedly reached out and shouted.

"Small stamp! Isn't this the end of the story?"

"Sure?"

He spoke more and more quickly, looking quite embarrassed.

"If you don't like the price offered, I'll change it. It's a job for the world."

"Oh, right. The world. That's very important."

Chung-Myung turned around and stood upright. And with such a serious face, he captured Bop Jeong.

"Hwasan's past commitment to the world remains an infinite pride in the hearts of his disciples, Bang."

Bop Jeong closes his mouth.

It's a stab in the wound again."Of course, it's...…."

"I'm not trying to dig up the past. Hwasan lost a lot, but he also gained a lot."

"……."

"So……."

Chung-Myung smiled.

"So I hope Shaolin feels that pride."

"……."

The smile on his face was speechless.

"I'm sure Shaolin can pull it off without a hitch! I will do my best to cheer for you on the island, so please make sure to reveal the evil spirit and save Kang Ho from Dota!"

"Oh, no...."

"Who else would dare to do this if it wasn't Shaolin said. Right? Long story?"

Hyun Jong nodded with a blank face.

"He, he is."

"Wow. That's right, yeah. This can only be done by Shaolin. Cheer up, Bang-jang! If you need to use your own sword when you fight with the horseman, please use it well. The blade was still alive. Of course."

Chung-Myung even waved his hand gently, then opened the door and left.

Watching Hyun Jong follow suit with a possessed face, Bop Jeong shouted urgently again.

"Are you sure you're going to give up your ancestors? Is that Hwasan's choice?"

Chung-Myung on his way back turned his head.

His pathetic eyes flinched Bop Jeong.

Chung-Myung grinned.

"The body freezes to death."

Black sword.

It's just a sword.

Even if that sword was a creature of Hwasan, even if that sword was a long-running petite, it is nothing more than a sword.

The meaning of Hwasan is not young enough for that sword.

It is Hwasan's will that his disciples continue, and it is Hwasan's will that it is incorporated into Hwasan's prosecution. How can a single piece of iron contain such a deep heart?

And crucially...….

I'm your forefather, man.

Where are you crying in front of Chung-Myung?

The meaning of ancestors is here, and it's ridiculous to say that you're sick of iron.

"That good sour Shaolin uses it well."

Chung-Myung walked without hesitation. And I smiled as I saw the blue sky in front of me.

Even if Cheon Mun had heard it himself, the result would not have changed. What's important about just iron?

No, dude! But we're gonna have to retrieve that!

Huh?

Don't you think so?

"Then come and retrieve it yourself."

Oh, I can't do it because my body aches.

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