Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chung-Myung kicked his tongue when he saw white porcelain and celadon boats gathered in front of the Baekmaegwan.

"……very much…"…."

Hawasan's students, half-dead from a hangover, were shaking with persistent nausea.

"…Living in private."

"Huh?"

"Where else did you sell the black?""

"……."

Baek Cheon glanced down at his waist.

The sword was nowhere to be found, and only the wooden sword, which was unknown where it came from, was hanging.

"Did you make it again?"

"……."

When Baek Cheon couldn't answer, Chung-Myung shook his head with a pathetic look.

"It's a good thing to do. You're doing a great job."

Facing Yado, the sword was almost wrecked. Of course, I didn't break it at all like last time. But it didn't break, but it lost its function as black, which almost turned into a saw blade.

"I've been looking for a good sword somewhere, and you're doing it again. Again!"

Baek Cheon glanced slightly away.

The problem is that Baek Cheon is not the only one who is being stabbed now.

"Handle of the one with the wooden sword."

"……."

At Chung-Myung's words, those who secretly looked around raised their hands one by one. Almost half of them raised their hands, and Chung-Myung held his forehead with one hand.

"You're very well received, very."

Chung-Myung's face is slowly heating up. Then he started to scream and wait.

"The name is a check-up, and you've been fighting a little bit, and you'really. That's a specialized sword from Dangga, huh? You don't make any money!"

"……That's a free gift."

"It's noisy!"

Jo-Gol, who was walking on a different path for no reason, flinched and closed his mouth.

"If we'd fought one more time, we'd have killed ourselves with a sword! Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk."

When his ears were about to bleed because of the sound of his tongue kicking, the mouths of his disciples popped out.

'No, it could be!'

What's so important about that?'

Of course there was an excuse for them.

Most of the way into the bay was seriously ill. A large or a holder, and a heavy pike.

On the other hand, Hwasan's plum sword was made lighter than a regular long sword to facilitate Hwasan's signature colorful and speedy sword.

Wouldn't it be even stranger that the sword is intact, since he dealt with a serious disease in the crowd with a thin, light sword?

But Chung-Myung smoothed his chin as if he didn't like it.

I didn't think of this.'

In the past, Hwasan did not have to make a living or death attempt for those who are now white porcelain or celadon ships to face the power of other literary factions. When Chung-Myung and other celadon ships of the time were running wild with bubbles in their mouths, where would there be a corner for their disciples who were less than 30?

That's why Chung-Myung overlooked it. That they're not at the level to fully carry the sword.

If the battle had been a little longer and the sword had begun to break as a group, the casualties would have increased dramatically.

"Ugh."

Chung-Myung scratches his head.

I'm gonna have to do something about this.'

It was just a moment when Chung-Myung was thinking about a solution. Jo-Gol raised his hand and opened his mouth.

"But……."

"Huh?"

"Why are you standing there? It's time for training."

"Huh? Didn't you hear?"

"…what?"

Chung-Myung smirked and was about to say something, when the door behind him opened and Ungum walked out.At the moment, the body of the Hwasan disciples was tense.

"Are you all here?"

"Yes, my lord!"

A loud voice broke out.

In the past, Hwasan's disciples relied on and followed the ungum. Since Chung-Myung appeared, I have learned more from Chung-Myung than from ungum, but I have never ignored him or turned a blind eye to him.

However, the eyes of the Hwasan disciples looking at the ungum now were different from those of the past.

Didn't they all see it?

The scene where Ungum threw his life to protect them.

If you have eyes and feelings, of course your attitude was different from before.

"You're in great spirits."

Ungum smiled lightly.

Still pale in complexion, but apparently less difficult to move around was the way he regained his health to health.

Looking around his disciples, he quietly opened his mouth.

"You know I'm not complete."

At the calm words, the disciples unintentionally put on a sad look.

"I used to be in charge of the education of the White House, but it's hard for me to teach you in my physical condition."

"That's all right, Guanju!"

"Don't worry about anything and rest! I'll never mess with you!"

"Health comes first!"

The students' strong encouragement poured out like a thunderstorm.

Ungum grinned.

"Thank you."

But you can't just do what they say.

"But you can't leave the training to your own discretion. Aren't we already doing enough self-discipline? So……."

Ungum turned his head slightly.

"Until I recover from my body in the future...…."

The disciples of Hwasan began to tremble when they saw the sight of Ungum.

"…Why are you looking over there?"

"I hope not?"

"Come on... Don't tell me."

But the ungum neatly betrayed their expectations.

"Until I fully recovered, I appointed Chung-Myung as the instructor of the White House and decided to leave the training of the white porcelain and celadon ships for a while."

"Master!"

"No, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Are you crazy?!"

"No, you son of a b*tc*?"

"Cough!"

Yoon-Jong's porridge turned Jo-Gol's chin. Jo-Gol, who was so surprised that he was punished desperately and fell on the floor like a frog.

Yoon-jong, who told Jo-Gol what his habits were in one shot, opened his mouth with a puzzled look.

"Oh, no, my lord. Think again!"

Of course, it was true that Chung-Myung had been training white porcelain boats and celadon boats. However, it was applied to further training after the basic training of the White House.

But Chung-Myung runs the white market itself?

It's not the level of a foal's reins, it's the level of a tiger's freedom from its cage.

"Uh-huh.

Then Chung-Myung kicked his tongue and spoke solemnly.

"Tsk tsk tsk. That's why Munpa's discipline is like this! How can your disciples be dissatisfied with what you've decided?"

"Who's the reason for Munpa discipline.

"You sold your conscience to the West Bank!"

"……No, private lodging. You have to say it right away...….I never had that before."

"Oh, yeah."

Ungum spoke peacefully while looking at the noisy atmosphere.

"I know it's embarrassing, but please understand. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Oh, no, my lord! What do you mean! You need to rest well so that you don't get hurt!"

"Yes! Take a good rest and take your time...….No, as soon as possible……. No, it's not that. Slowly...…. Ha, I don't know."

Jo-Gol clasped his face.

Ungum smiled lightly as if he had expected such a reaction.

"Didn't we have something that we've been covering our eyes with? It was something I didn't want to reveal as much as possible because of allocation and law, but I felt something through this incident. "Most important of all is the ability."Everyone nodded indisputably at the words.

"Calm down."

At the end of the remark, Ungum made eye contact with Chung-Myung. Then he nodded slightly and went back into the foreground.

The rest of Hawsan's disciples looked at his back with a complex look.

"It's true that you have to eat at the restaurant.…."

"Yeah, that's true."

"…Why did you have to tell him?"

That's what it says, but it makes sense.

There was no one to replace Ungum on the ship that lacked numbers. And except for the ungum, Unja's ship's performance was not that outstanding.

So, Hyun Sang is the kind of person who can take charge of Baekmaegwan, but Hyun Sang was also severely addicted in this battle, so his body is not complete yet.

What's left is...….

"Why is he so fit for nothing?"

"I know. Why are you so alive when you're so hurt?"

Jo-Gol looked up.

"This is Soso's fault!"

"What am I?"

"It's because you're so good at healing! Sense of responsibility...…."

"Jo-Gol. Please shut up. Before I turn my mouth back."

"Yes."

It was necessary to put this fuss to rest. But the moment Chung-Myung breathes in and opens his mouth.

"Quiet!"

"……."

Baek Cheon looked around his disciples, frowning. His stern gaze made all his disciples flinch and shut up.

"What's your problem?"

Baek Cheon bawled out.

"Is there any wind in your stomach?"

"No!"

"Do you think you've become anything just because you beat the whole crowd?"

"Oh, no, Sasook!"

"Absolutely.

His eyes were like a tiger's.

"What did you feel fighting the crowd?"

"……."

"I felt how short I was and how far ahead I had to go. You still don't know? We're so weak that we can't even punish that bayonet! If we had had enough power, the long man would have already led us to Gwangseo Castle!"

I'm sure it's not Hyun Jong, but Chung-Myung.

"But you're not ashamed of yourself, and you're complaining? I don't think I'm going to improve my skills by training even a little harder! Since when have you been such great men?"

His angry scolding made Hwasan's disciples shyly bow their heads.

The fact that he had overcome the crowd quickly returned to his right place.

"Chung-Myung아!"

"Huh? Huh?"

"There's no need to go easy on you!"

With his eyes young, Baek Cheon said sternly.

"We're still a long way from here. I know that this battle was just lucky! So don't let me down, train me! Don't let anyone get hurt and die!"

"……."

Chung-Myung poked his mouth.

Uh...

That's what I was going to say, that's...….

Uh...

It's weird. It's really weird.

It was not much different from what Chung-Myung was trying to say. But to hear that from Baek Cheon, why is it so...….

Why are you unlucky?'

Oh, this is how other people feel when they listen to me?

When Chung-Myung was briefly speechless, Baek Cheon pressed again.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh! Okay!"

Chung-Myung, who was trying to push something back, frowned and cleared his throat.

"You're right about the dorm. Everyone was just lucky this time. And we have to fight stronger enemies from now on.""……."

"As you all may have felt this time, the only thing that protects you at the last minute is your skills. We need to be stronger!"

I love you.

Chung-Myung pulled out a sword.

"To do that, you have to lay the foundations first. Let's start again with meat."

The sword and the wooden sword were pulled out in unison.

Looking into the eyes of his disciples, Chung-Myung ended up laughing.

'Now I feel like I'm being rushed.'

Well, that's good.

Do you want me to make that sound come out of my mouth?

"Starting with the rider's formula!"

* * *

"This is Hwasan."

The two men looked at the towering Hwasan.

One person was standing in front of one foot, and the other man was quietly standing behind it.

It was a very strange sight.

In terms of the amount, the preceding person seems to be more of a status, but his attire was as simple as if he had just returned from the field.

"Gye Hyong."

"Yes, Lord Lowercase."

"Are you sure the man with the command is in Hwasan now?"

"That's right!"

"Well."

The man, called Somasum-ju, glared at the shorn mountains with a discontent face.

"I have no idea. But Hwasan's the door-to-door walker! He robbed the other gatekeepers and told them to come here!"

"As I said, as the Wassan Mundos think……."

"Done!"

Gye Hong crumpled his neck when the man named Somar shouted.

"I heard that Hwasan had defeated the bay. Now that he's that strong, he'll definitely deserve to be an amateur. But that doesn't mean I'll listen to you! I'll ask you what I can do about this!"

a ghostly rumor

Ghostly return Dowon Chan began climbing Hwasan with a determined face.

And his successor, Gay Hong, clasped his face in silence with both hands.

'You'll know when you go through it.'

If you experience it.