Return of Mount Hua Sect

"You say you're good at everything."

Hyun Young replied with a fierce look. Hyun Young, who was slightly touched, avoided the eye.

"…Don't look at me like that."

"Eh!"

Hyun Jong kicked his tongue.

"You're playing drums with your student next to him because you can't stop him from causing trouble?”

"If Chung-Myung plays the flute, I'll play the drum!"

"It's noisy!

When Hyun Jong shouted, Hyun Sang smiled and comforted him.

"The priest wouldn't have started without thinking. And didn't you need to slowly make Hwasan's name beyond the island?”

"Tsk."

Hyun Jong kicked his tongue as if he didn't like it, but didn't refute it. At that time, Hyun Young secretly added.

"I'm making money for nothing...….”

"That's what it's for!"

"It's just that. For both reasons."

"Ugh."

Hyun Jong made a sick sound.

His feelings for Hyun Young were similar to those of his parents, who only saw a child out of poverty and greedy for food.

I couldn't stand it for a moment, and I was sick and tired of running at the sight of money, but when I thought about why he was like that, I couldn't say anything I hated.

Hyun Young grumbled.

"People might think that a long man doesn't like money."

"Dude, you son of a b*tc*! Who doesn't like money? But even if you make money, you have to see the situation. Why don't you ignore the process because the results are the same? He's a master."

While I was starting, Hyun Jong was about to nag a little more.

"……but what is that?"

"Huh?"

Hyun Jang turned his head to the side he pointed at at out of the blue.

There was a cloud of dust rising behind the foreground.

"……What's that?"

What do you mean dust clouds all of a sudden? On this sunny day?

"But over there...….”

"Do you think it's a long story short?"

Hyun Jong's eyes began to tremble.

If it were in the past, I would have thought first about what this was all about, but now I didn't have to.

"Cher, Chung-Myung, you punk!"

Hyun Jong screamed and started running hard toward the place. Then the elders frightened and followed him behind him.

Hyun Jong, who arrived at the back of the place with all his might, opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

A truly strange sight lay before his eyes.

"Fly this way!"

"Oh, don't scoop up the dirt! It's pouring down here!"

"Get out, get out!"

"A sack! Somebody bring a sack! Put this in!"

Hwasan's disciples were all rushing into the garden behind the place and engaged in a great project.

Some were shoveling madly to dig up the mountain, and some were sweeping up the soil and moving it to the side.

And some were attached to the exposed rock as it dug up the mountain.

"What a big rock!"

"Be careful!"

"Tie it up!"

The disciples, who woven the rope of a rock in unison, began to draw it out with loud shouts.

"Eurachaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

As the shout rang out on Hwasan, Hyun Jong's forehead sweated. I couldn't even speak for a while because I was dumbfounded.

'Now I do...….’

Chung-Myung may have been in trouble for a day or two, but these days, the scale felt like it was growing without countermeasures.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Hyun Jong, who had been muzzling his mouth the whole time, finally shouted loudly. Those who were digging up the garden turned their heads and looked at him."See you, Mr. Jang!"

"No more greetings! What the hell is going on, man!"

Actually, the answer was obvious.

All the disciples who listened to Hyun Jong looked at one place instead of answering. And there was Chung-Myung like a fixed answer.

Chung-Myung, who had been lying on his back half-way with it all the way to his normal day, stood up and popped next to me.

"Jang Moon-in, would you like to sit here?”

“…….”

Are you feeling weak?

I feel dizzy all of a sudden.

"Jung-Myung, you punk! What the hell are you doing? Why are you digging the mountain all of a sudden!"

"Oh, I'm going to pull out the one down there.”

"Bottom? Bottom...….Bottom?"

What's down there?

'Stop, don't tell me!'

Hyun Jong's eyes widened.

"Rain, Bigo? Are you trying to pick a big one?"

"Wow! As expected, Jang Moon-in! You're perfect now!"

"He, he, he...You, you, you! That's Hwasan's secret! With all these children...…!”

"A secret is not a secret. There's not a single person I don't know.”

"Uh…? That…Yes, but...….”

Hyun Jong had already led his students and opened his own remarks. Didn't Chung-Myung cut off a season then?

Since it was so symbolic, no one didn't know that there was a comment behind the place of the long writer.

"If it's used up, it should be used for something good."

"What the hell are you going to do with all that season? Don't tell me you're going to sell it! No way! Not until I have dirt in my eyes! That's a reminder from the great men of the ages! If you're going to do this, take me and sell me!"

Hyun Jang distorted his eyes when Hyun Jong tried to cry at the spot.

"Chung-Myung is you!"

Then I shouted like a bolt from the blue.

"Good, good, you're going too far now! How can you decide such a thing without consulting with a long writer? I can't stand it this time either! What the hell am I going to use that comment for?….”

"I'm going to make a sword.”

"…what?"

When Hyun Sang paused for a moment, Chung-Myung murmured sullenly at him with poor puppy eyes.

"No…… it was dangerous this time…"…. Plum swords are damaged a lot. In the future, we may face more dangerous enemies, because if the death penalty breaks the sword while using a weak sword, it will be in danger of our lives.I thought the death penalty would be much safer if I made a single sword.….”

Chung-Myung looked up at Hyun Sang with a down face.

"But what... Just tell me that we have to use a weak sword, and I'll bury it again."

"…...tried to make an iron sword?"

"Yes."

"…...for your private quarters and your death row?"

"Yes."

Hyun Sang said sternly with a stiff face.

"Even so, you should have asked for permission from the writer first!"

"This student didn't think much."

"Well, yeah. That's enough."

Hyun Jong, who was still listening, turned his head.

"What does it become?"

"Ha ha ha ha. I'm proud of you. That Chung-Myung is trying to make a sword for my death row. There's nothing wrong with words."

“…….”

Is this crazy?

Hyun Jong turned his head the other way.

Oh, no. Hyun Young is over there. This is really Hyun Sang.

"One iron sword. One iron sword. Why didn't I think of that? Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk! I heard that your head gets stiff when you get old.

"Hyun Sang is, you punk. Well, that's what my ancestors gave me...….”"Hehe, a long writer. There's no way HWASAN's ancestors wouldn't like it if they said they'd carry an iron sword."

“…….”

"Is tradition a problem when children are safe? Tradition, nonsense, the future comes first!"

"Oh, no! Hey, guys! That's Hwasan...…. No, thanks. I'd rather buy you a season!"

"Ha ha ha ha. You think you can get it because you have money. What a joke! Hahahaha!"

Hyun Sang grabbed Hyun Jong's shoulders and started dragging him.

"Chung-Myung아! Go on, go on. I think the writer has given me permission!"

"What's permission? When did I...? Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!

Hyun Sang smiled and covered Jang's mouth with one hand.

"Well, it's all about Hwasan. Hahahaha."

Hyun Jong, who managed to take off his hand covering his mouth, screamed desperately.

"Hey, you guys! Ah! Ah! I'm a man of letters! You d*mn Hwasan bastards! You will be punished by Heaven!

"Hahahaha.”

Hyun Sang grinned and disappeared behind the scenes with Jang.

Hwasan's disciples all stared blankly at the scene.

"What are you doing?"

At that time, Hyun Young chinned at the garden with an indifferent face.

"I'm going to stay up all night. Pick quickly."

"Yes, Elder!"

Hawasan's students, who had hesitated for a while, began digging again.

Baek Cheon, whose face was squishy with dirt, and the pack smiled pleasantly and rubbed under his nose.

'That's enough.'

This clique can't go back to the past forever.

Forever.

"Oops!"

"Eurachaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Finally, a note woven into a rope was pulled up under a large-perforated floor.

"Why is this so heavy?”

"It's light! That's the size of it!"

"Really?"

Anyway, it was the same as hard.

However, it was worthwhile to do my best, and soon the whole thing appeared.

Crouch!

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

"I did it!"

"Now a sword! You can have an iron sword!"

Everyone's eyes were full of greed. The conduit to be clean was filled with dirt dust, and the Taoists to memorize the Do-gyeong with greedy eyes were overcome with desire.

"It was really hard."

"I didn't think it'd take three days! What's this!"

"Oh, my God. You opened a mountain and made a new one!"

Everyone's eyes on the muddy mountain, which was created next to the original site of the mountain, showed signs of boredom. How much soil did you dig to get rid of the dirt?

"I did it anyway!"

"Chung-Myung아! It's working now, right?”

Chung-Myung nodded as he looked at the comments that had been pulled out.

"That's enough. All you have to do is move it down the mountain.”

“…….”

Everyone's face, which was full of excitement, hardened as it is.

…...this?

You're moving it?

Everyone's eyes turned toward the cliff over the fence.

The thought of moving this note down that shaven cliff made me dizzy.

Someone murmured in a voice of sadness and anger.

"……Why did your ancestors build conduits on these mountains…"….”

"That's what I'm saying!"

But it's too late to turn back now. Isn't that what you're supposed to do anyway?

"Come on, let's not have any complaints! It's not a good thing, it's a sword falling into our hands!"

When Baek Sang shouted, the eyes of his disciples came back one by one.

These are Hwasan's disciples who have been dragged to death by Chung-Myung's activities so far. Of course, the benefits have been numerous, but if you ask what happened to them right now...….

"Actually, there was only meat!"But isn't this a benefit to them right now?

The iron sword is a precious thing that most people in the world cannot even imagine. There's nothing you can't do if it falls into your hands!

"Oh!"

"Let's move! Down the mountain!"

The very moment when everyone is about to burn their passion again and rush into the Remarks.

"Where are you going?"

"……Huh?"

Chung-Myung said in a nonchalant way.

"We'll move it next time, and we'll restore it before then."

"…what?"

"Are you going to leave it like that?”

Chung-Myung's finger pointed to the dug-out mountain. The black hole was a monstrous.

"Fill it up again."

“…….”

"Quickly."

The lights went out of the eyes of the Hwasan disciples again.

* * *

"I'll be back from the Dangga."

“…….”

Hyun Jong looked at Chung-Myung with a soulless face.

"I have to make an iron sword, and I'm going to drop by the ghost gate on my way.”

“…….”

"Hehe. I have a few other things to do. I'll be back as soon as I can!"

Hyun Jong's head, which was looking at Chung-Myung smiling, turned weakly. A voice that seemed to have lost all its vitality escaped from my mouth.

"……It's up to you."

"Hehe. Yes, then…….”

Gulp!

At that time, the door of the long office was almost broken open. Then came a loud voice.

"The death penalty! I heard you're going to Dangga!”

"Huh? Where do you hear that...….”

It was Dang-Soso who stormed into the room.

"No, you son of a b*tc*! Why don't you tell me when you're going to Danga? Is the death penalty the son of a danga? I'm your dangga daughter, right?"

"Then come with me."

When Chung-Myung spoke in a nonchalant way, Dang-Soso turned to Hyun Jong like the light.

"Can I come with you, Jang Moon-in?”

“…….”

Hyun Jong looked weakly at Dang-Soso and nodded slowly.

"……do as you please."

"Thank you!"

At that time, Hyun Sang, who was next to me, opened his mouth.

"By the way, Chung-Myung."

"What?"

"I know there's a problem, but what if you go away like this?"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that.”

"Huh?"

Chung-Myung looked shrugged.

"I asked the master, and he said he could recover in ten days. It'll take about ten days to prepare this and that, so I'll leave as soon as Guanju recovers.”

"……Oh, well, then.

"Instead!"

Chung-Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth wickedly.

"I'm going to roll it to the death for those ten days. You don't have to worry too much. Who am I? It's Chung-Myung."

“…….”

Hyun Sang shuddered with a chill in his back somehow. Then a weak voice came from behind his back.

"…do as you please…"… at your disposal."

a lengthy writer

Then you'll be on the ship.