Return of Mount Hua Sect

"Hahahaha! Take my glass!"

"Come on, man!"

There was a big drinking party.

Usually, I ate and drank moderately at the restaurant even though I had a feast, but today, I made fireworks all over the training camp and laid alcohol and food on the floor.

The students, who were awkward at first, sat around and laughed loudly and drank alcohol.

"A bandit?"

Hong Dae Kwang, who was watching it, was dumbfounded and laughed.

The liquor is carried away day after day, and the meat is cooked on the fire.

In the right words, it would not be strange to say that it was a feast at a mountain house deep in a mountain unless it was a magnificent vestigial angle and a costume worn.

"What? Why is he taking off his shirt?"

It was no big deal.

Those who were drunk were getting excited and excited.

Hong Dae Kwang shook his head. But at the same time, a strange smile kept coming out.

It's a very unusual place.'

It may seem a mess and a mess to others. However, Hong Dae Kang loved how they looked like. The faces of drinking and talking were too bright. It makes the viewer feel better.

It was only seen in a small hut of openness where people shared a bowl of rice. No, actually, it was hard to see it in such a place now.

However, Hwasan naturally maintains a family-like atmosphere even though there are too many people to compare to the hut of openness.

"The death penalty! What are you doing? I'll take a fly in the glass!"

"Oh, my God, you must have a drink!"

"The Amitabha Buddha, So-seung...…."

"Come on! Go! Go! Go!

"Well, well, let me have a drink...…."

An atmosphere without a trace attracts people.

Before I knew it, not only Hye Yeon but also the openness he had led were interrupting between the Hwasan disciples and exchanging drinking cups.

Hong Dae Kwang was also desperate to get caught between them and put everything down and drink.

But there was only one person who suffered in this atmosphere where everyone was happy.….

"Where!"

"Worn hair!"

"Let's have a drink! I'm going to make a hole in my stomach and get rid of alcohol."

"……."

Chung-Myung's hand, trying to grab a bottle of liquor, was lifted weakly by the shouts of Baek Cheon, Jo-Gol and Dang-Soso.

"No……."

Chung-Myung protested with a worldly expression of injustice.

"Why am I the only one who's eating and playing?"…."

"Crazy!"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!"

"I know, who wants me through a windhole? Who's hurt as much as the death penalty!"

You can push it with force to Baek Cheon and Jo-Gol.

However, Dang-Soso, a sign on the back of Yakdang, had a blood vessel on his forehead, making it hard for even the world of Chung-Myung.

"……No, everyone should go get some drinks…….Huh? You should go and have some fun. Why are you clinging to me like a leech, so I can't even rest...…."

"Don't talk nonsense. If you leave it alone, you'll be d*mned if you drink in your seat."

"Drinking is prohibited! Don't even dream!"

Baek Cheon and Dang-Soso threatened with a glare.

Chung-Myung looked up at the sky with sad eyes.

Now you're being watched drinking by these bloody guys."Ha ha ha. Chung-Myung was here."

As if reading Chung-Myung's mind, Hyun Young, who was walking around the smoke field with his hands behind his back, approached with a smile.

At this moment, Chung-Myung quickly began to cry and talk.

"Come on, Elder! These three are now...…."

"Baek Cheon아."

"Yes, Elder."

"If Chung-Myung puts even a drop of alcohol in his mouth, it's your responsibility."

"That's never gonna happen."

"Tsk tsk. You have to roll your body in moderation. Come on."

Hyun Young, with his tongue sticking out, turned away. Chung-Myung, who was betrayed in an instant, murmured while mumbling.

"…Are you here to tease me?"

"Oh, my God, you're an elder!"

"Mouth open!"

A sigh burst out of Chung-Myung's mouth.

'They're so full of spirit.'

In the past, things that used to sneak away when he blinked, and now when he blinked, he rushed to poke with his finger.

But what can I do?

It was Chung-Myung who raised them.

It was time for Chung-Myung to look around and soothe his sorrow.

"But……."

Yoon-jong looked around and opened his mouth.

"I'm a little nervous, but can I really put it all down and drink?"

"Why?"

"It's not all settled yet."

It was a moment when Chung-Myung was about to open his mouth at the words of Yoon-Jong.

"That's wrong."

Baek Cheon opened his mouth in a low voice first.

"It is also common in military gates to defraud soldiers by releasing alcohol and meat after a massive battle. Whether the result is a big win or a crushing defeat."

"Oh……."

After all, it`s people who fight wars. Everyone was holding back, but most of them went through a life crisis for the first time in this battle. And the first time I put blood on a sword. Wouldn't that be weird if you weren't agitated?"

"That's right."

Yoon-Jong nodded as if he had understood.

"Of course, alcohol can't wash everything away, but it can relieve some of the anxiety. The writer would want that, too. Don't you think so? Chung-Myung아?"

"Uh………"Is that right?

Private lodging.

You're doing great on your own.

But what should I say when Sasook does it all?

A person can't help but feel guilty when he can't help it. It was inevitable and it was something that had to be done, but it could have been a lifelong pain for those who were unfamiliar.

In fact, haven't many people in Kang-ho suffered from the shock of his first murder for a long time?

There would be children who would not speak, but would rot.

Chung-Myung spoke quietly, looking at his disciples who were busy eating and drinking.

"And it's not good for a person to be too nervous. If you're not going to compete with all the people right away, you need to let them go."

"I think so, too."

In that sense, Hyun Jong made a pretty appropriate choice. Someone who has never experienced a proper battlefield.

Hyun Jong, Un Geom Do, and even Baek Cheon and his group were doing better than Chung-Myung thought.

"Actually, it's enough to throw a party away. You broke that bay."

Everyone nodded at Baek Cheon's words. But then another voice broke in.

"It's not that bad."

While everyone turned around, Hong Dae Kwang grinned and sat down with his hips attached."The people who don't know how great his achievements are now are rather the Wasans. You can like it a little more and put strength on your shoulders."

The faces of the Hwasan disciples began to be slightly recalled. It felt a little more real to hear it through the mouth of a foreigner.

I can't believe it.

How many years ago would you have imagined putting Hwasan's name side by side next to a room full of people, one of the New Zhuo Phae of Eungamsaengsim?

Had it been HWASAN in the past, he would have had to leave his home and run away even if he had come to Taiwan, not the three generations of the crowd.

But now they have reached the level where they can defeat three generations with their power alone.

The term "phase war wall" is used at times like this.

"Of course."

Hong Dae Kwang gave a little strength to his voice.

"Jang Nilso, a panacea defeat, is never going to step down as it is.

"……."

"He has raised all the people throughout his life. He has a strong obsession with his own interests, and he is famous for giving back what he has been to. Which means...…."

Hong Dae Kwang looked back at everyone and continued.

"It means that Hwasan will continue to fight against all the people."

It was a burden to anyone who lived in Gangho. But his disciples were surprisingly calm when they heard that.

In an unexpected response, Hong Dae Kwang tilted his head and asked.

"…Don't you think it's scared?"

"Why?"

"…what?"

Jo-Gol grinned.

"That's what Gangho is all about anyway. A place where the enemy is forced to become stronger. Even Shaolin has a power of respect, but we can't get along with everyone."

"Whoa?"

Hong Dae Kwang looked at Jo-Gol with new eyes.

Baek Cheon, who was listening next to me, added.

"That's right. Although the name "man-in-bang" is burdensome, it was one of the ones that had to clash with, as long as Hwasan advocated a political faction and expanded its influence. You shouldn't underestimate your opponent, but you don't have to be afraid."

Feeling overwhelmed by the calm words, Hong Dae Kwang burst into a blank smile.

So, this is the spirit of a hero?

There are really good people in Hwasan.'

At the same time, he became curious.

When the day comes when they are fully grown and lead Hwasan, what kind of gatekeeper will they be?

"That's a good word. Yeah, well, can I have a drink?"

Jo-Gol tipped the bottle into Hong Dae Kwang's glass. The figure was added by Baek Cheon.

"Chung-Myung, you dream...….Huh?"

Looking next to him, Baek Cheon blinked his eyes. And I looked around in a hurry.

"Cher, where's Chung-Myung?"

"……OMG."

"No, what ghost is it? He was definitely here a little while ago."

"Sa, Sa-Sook! A few bottles of alcohol are gone!"

"Oh, yeah.

Baek Cheon wrapped his head around him.

"Hey, no! I said it was my responsibility! Look for it! Quick!"

"…Why are we responsible for the accommodation?"

"Do you want to die today?"

Hong Dae Kwang smiled as he saw Baek Cheon, who started quarreling over useless things.

The hero's spirit is a sham.

You must have been mistaken for a moment.

"Growl!"

Chung-Myung, who sneaked out of the banquet, reached the top of Yeonhwabong Peak.

"Oh, it's so steep."

I don't know what's going on here, I'm getting used to it.

Chung-Myung, who grumbled for a moment, trudged toward the cliff. It's been a long time since it's dark, but Chung-Myung's eyes showed a steep cliff and the scenery of Hwasan that stretched below it."Tsk."

Chung-Myung, who took a step back and sat on the floor, took out a bottle and two glasses from his arms and put them on the floor.

I sneaked out, but it was a great seat.

To the point where we want to chat and have fun together.

But I didn't want to drink there today. He has a different partner to drink with today.

"Take a drink."

Follow, follow.

Chung-Myung filled the glass that was placed across the street. Then he spoke quietly.

"Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I poured alcohol into a long-running glass."

He didn't do well in his masterpiece.

When the two of us drank, he nagged until the end of the day.

Follow, follow.

His glass was filled with alcohol.

I usually prefer drinking from a bottle, but today I wanted to feel like I'm playing a big game with Cheon Mun.

Chung-Myung gulped down the glass.

"Wow!"

A high-powered shipper went straight down my throat.

"The death penalty."

Chung-Myung, who laid down the glass, smiled as he saw the atmosphere of Hwasan under Yeonhwabong Peak.

There is no Cheon Mun across from him now. But it's okay. The death penalty is like Hwasan. Just looking at Hwasan makes me feel like Cheon Mun is sitting in front of me.

"They've grown up a lot."

Chung-Myung grinned.

"I was really worried, but I guess I was a bit nosy. Everyone did a lot better than I thought."

The eldest, Hyun Jong, and the elders.

Not only the Unja, but also the white and celadon ships.

Chung-Myung has grown beyond comparison with the first time he was on the Wasan.

"It felt a little weird, didn't it? I guess that's why the death penalty nagged me so much to get my student. Watching the kids grow up, you know...…I'm a little proud and tickling."

Chung-Myung, who was still talking, laughed to himself.

"Oh, I know. It's not the time to get sentimental. There's still a long way to go. I know that, but...…."

Follow, follow.

Chung-Myung poured the drink back into the glass and gulped it down.

"I just did. You know. If he were here now, he would be so happy to see this. I'm sure our descendants laughed happily thinking that they were doing well. I just kept thinking about it."

There's no one to be happy with.

There is no one to share this complex and overwhelming feeling of him.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm having enough fun right now. I'm not doing this because I'm lonely. There are people who can't leave people alone. I'm sure you're still looking."

It's just...

Chung-Myung, who was looking at the dark sky without saying a word, reached out and grabbed Cheon Mun's glass.

"Have a drink."

Chung-Myung, who sprinkled the glass on Hwasan, grinned and put it back on the floor and filled it.

After a brief silence, Chung-Myung spoke in a subdued voice.

"A long time ago."

A slightly dark light permeated the downward eye.

"I'm sorry for asking you why you're being so frustrated. When I tried it, it wasn't as simple as I thought. I thought the death penalty must have been rotten to take care of me. Haha. Funny, right?

I never thought I'd find out what I didn't know in my whole life.

Chung-Myung lay on the floor.

Chung-Myung, who was lying down and drinking a bottle of alcohol, wiped his mouth and smiled faintly.

"You thought I'd run somewhere, right?"It must have been like that before.

I'd run without looking back.

However, Chung-Myung could no longer be the inspection of plum blossoms of the past.

"Well, that's what it is. I guess the reason I was able to go wild in the past was because of the death penalty. But now I feel like I can't live without you.…I can't act like I used to. I couldn't do it."

Chung-Myung looked up at the sky with a strange expression.

But he wasn't as sad or stuffy as before. On the contrary, he looked slightly proud.

"The death penalty. It's a little different from Hwasan when there's the death penalty.…."

He looked up at the sky and asked.

"It's pretty good right now, right?"

I wish you could say so.

It's an answer that you can't hear anymore.

"Compliment the kids. Everyone is working really hard. I'm only paying for the meal now, but that's a relief. I was really surprised this time."

So

I mean...

Chung-Myung closed his eyes quietly.

You're doing great, man.

"Only in words."

And he smirked at the voice he heard.

It's just words, words.

Standing up from his seat, he grabbed a bottle and headed to the edge of the Yeonhwabong Peak. He stood at the edge of the cliff, stared at Hwasan, and tilted the bottle.

"Share it with the priests there. There won't be any alcohol in the lineage. Oh, I can't give you another bottle. This is mine."

someday

I'll go drink with you.

Alcohol was sprinkled like rain on a quiet Hwasan.

So with the strong smell of shipper, it spread to the sky where the spicy plum scent could not reach.