Return of Mount Hua Sect

"Life is……."

Chung-Myung reached out in the wind. A bottle of cold dew was caught.

As he gulped down his drink, he turned his head slightly and looked at the side dishes.

When I saw the duck that Hyun Young gave me, and the delicious Dongpayuk, who said he had a hard time traveling a long way, I couldn't help but smile.

Besides...

"You don't seem to understand. They say they can see the bridge, the bridge!"

"If you have the power to swear, drag more! More!"

"Where are you looking at? I'll squeeze out the ink!"

“…….”

Baek Sang, Yoon-jong and Jo-Gol, led by Baek Cheon, were wringing out Hwasan's disciples. You're holding a sword in your hand and screaming...… just like, uh...….

Chung-Myung, who had been thinking for a while, soon smiled pleasedly.

What do you need to know?

That's enough because it's efficient.

Anyway.

When the upper water was clear, the lower water was clear, and a beautiful system that ground itself to the bottom was spinning on its own.

Yes?

You don't use this at times like this?

It's none of your business!

Chung-Myung's eyes turned to the sky again. Baek-ah wiggled for a while to see if it was pressed on her head, but it soon calmed down again.

'I managed to get here.’

Looking back, it was a very tiring time.

It's been a long time since I was born again as a beggar and came to Hwasan.

Many times lead disobedient young executions to love, and many times the elders and elders who doubt him persuade them with righteousness.

After all the hard and hard fighting, I finally came this far.

"Oh, this is human victory, human victory. Isn't that right, a long sentence?"

- It takes a long time.

"You son of a b*tc*."

Chung-Myung gritted his teeth.

Oh, well, you can try it yourself!

I came all the way here this fast. If the death penalty had been long, I'd be playing Go with Jang Moon-in by now!

"Tsk. What's the point of saying it?”

Chung-Myung, who was grumbling, soon plumped his stomach and looked back at Hwasan with a relaxed look.

Looking at the death penalty who trained on their own without having to touch him, and the elders who started to do their job on their own, they now looked a bit like a gatekeeper.

When I think about the first time I was on Hwasan, I can't believe it's a phase war.

It's just...

"It's still a long way off.”

That way, it's just that they've got the culture of the gatekeepers.

Whasan is praised by the world for beating the whole crowd, but it's just a self-interested assessment to emphasize that Hwasan, who is wearing the mask of a political faction, has disgraced the entire Saffine population.

HWASAN only beat some of the crowd's strength with all his might.

That was the limit of Hawsan now, to put it bluntly.

"You still have to be stronger.”

The late-year-old Han Cheol-gum could raise the Hwasan Mundos by 30 percent, but it should. The acorn was only a little bigger.

Yet it was not the same clique as the HWASAN in the past.

"Those acorns need a little more time to be strong…….”

The problem was that the world wouldn't wait indefinitely for them. What's wrong with being able to spend as much time as you want, but the world wasn't that easy.

"There's still not enough of the thunderstorms."

It was true that the union of the three clans, the Beast Palace, the Sacheon Dangga, and the Hwasan, was named Maeng.

It was inevitable that the world's top ten clans gathered in the old file room, or that the five generations gathered in the same place were definitely sagging."That means we need more door-to-door visitors after all right?

Chung-Myung scratched his head.

If the quality is poor, you have no choice but to fill it with quantity. The same is true of Munpa. If the Wasan Mundos didn't improve, it would be a way to get more disciples and increase their power.

One way was to receive a silk boat under the celadon boat, and another was to accept the disciples of the inner family as their own.

Just one thing.

"…I wish I could stay a little longer."

Roughly enough, he made an iron sword that went back to all his disciples. However, I wanted to make a symbolic plum-blossom for my deities who will come to Bonsan for training and return.

Of course, it would be too much to make a sword with a lot of seasonality, as the native disciples use, but I'd like to give it a sword that glows proudly, saying, "I've taken a season!"….

"Mr. Lee, why is Mr. Hancheol skinny?"

Chung-Myung took out beef jerky and chewed it and recalled the conversation he had with Dang Gunnak.

But in the end, it's the season. Does it make sense that everything else grows, but it disappears like it breaks off?

When did I tell you that I've lost sight of the season?

About a hundred years?

Do you know where the season comes from?

It'll come off the ground.

It's a long time in life. It's Han-chul that the quality of the season has changed due to the extreme negative energy for 10,000 years. Then where would they come from?

North Sea?

Yes, one iron is a specialty of the North Sea. However, the trade between the Middle East and the North Sea was cut off in the wake of the last war.

- …….

That's why I can't get any more.

"Ugh."

Chung-Myung washed his face dry.

"I should have buried all those commanders then!"

After the war, it hurts the present-day Chung-Myung. If I could go back to the old days, I'd twist my neck.

"If you don't have one, you have to live without one!"

It was not human's job to go all the way to the North Sea to save it.

Chung-Myung, who shook his head, reached for the bottle.

Yes?

However, no matter how hard I stammered, I couldn't catch the bottle.

Where's the bottle....

"Yuck! What a surprise!"

Chung-Myung twisted his body in shock. Yoo-Esul, who came up to the eaves before he knew it, stole the bottle and was staring at him.

"Why, why! Why are you acting like a ghost again, it's killing me!"

"No alcohol."

"Why?"

Elder Hyun Young is looking for you. Something's come up."

"Huh?"

Chung-Myung tilted his head at the sudden news.

"What's going on all of a sudden?"

Then he jumped off the roof.

"…none?”

At Chung-Myung's stunned question, Wang Jong nodded with a shy face.

"…I'm sorry, but I am."

"No, why?"

"Things are dry."

Uh...

I've heard this somewhere.

Chung-Myung scratched his head.

"No, I'm sure last time you said you could get everything but pine plants."

"It was definitely like that then."

Hwang Jong sighed deeply as if he was frustrated.

"But, you know, the supply of goods varies from time to time. That's why the price changes."

"I can pay as much as I want. Now, Hwasan is rich!"

Chung-Myung stretched his belly out.

But Wang Jong just smiled bitterly.

"I know, no one else, but why don't I know the wealth of Hwasan. The problem is, if I can get it for a billion dollars, I'll get it, but I don't have it at all right now."“…….”

"I'm sorry, seal."

"Now, wait a minute."

Chung-Myung's eyes trembled.

"Why is the overflowing ice caps suddenly disappearing?”

"……It wasn't a flood before. It was so easy to get it if you paid a lot of money.”

"Anyway, you were."

Hwang Jong scratches his head as if he's sorry.

"As you know, ice caps are from the North Sea. It's only found in the North Sea. In the meantime, trade in the North Sea and the Middle East has been banned, but things have been circulating in secret. 척박한 북해가 먹고살려면 중원에 물건을 팔 수밖에 없으니까요.”

“그랬죠.”

한철은 안 팔아도 빙정은 팔았다. 그러니 빙정을 구할 수 있었지. 그 빙정으로 만든 게 바로 자소단이 아니던가?

“그런데 들으셨는지는 모르겠지만, 최근 북해의 분위기가 심상치 않습니다. 그래서인지 갑자기 모든 문을 걸어 잠그고 중원인들의 출입을 철저히 금하고 있습니다.”

“어…….”

이거 소림에서 들었던 이야긴데.

“그리고 북해인들도 북해에서 일절 나오지 않고 있습니다. 그러다 보니 저희는 영문도 모르고 교역이 끊겨 버린 상황이죠.”

Chung-Myung이 눈을 크게 떴다.

"So what do you mean?"

"Yes."

Wang Jong nodded his head.

"Unless the North Sea Ice Palace resumes the entry and exit of the Central Cause, we can't get you any more items."

“…….”

Chung-Myung looked vacantly at Ho Gong.

"…I can't…"….then I can't make it?"

He decided to give a wedding party to King Noklim. The problem is that there is no single single pill left in Hwasan now.

The Jasodan fed them all because the medicine was not effective even if they left them, and spent all of the rest for treatment when the crowd invaded.

The reason why I didn't worry was because I met Maeng So, the head of the beast's palace, and received more pine trees.

I thought I could make as many pine trees as I could, whether it's small or mixed.

But…….

"If you do this, you're doomed.”

Chung-Myung's eyes shook violently.

Green forest king?

No, Im Sobyong doesn't matter right now!

If Im Sobyong and Bingjeong are no longer in supply, they cannot create additional small groups. How hard did Chung-Myung struggle to find a way to manufacture the d*mn suicide squad?

But you're done with that one time?

"What kind of ghost-washing noise is this?!”

No!

My Self Squad!

Hyun Young, who was listening to the conversation, asked.

"So there's no real way?"

"Yes, Elder. I'm sorry, but it's too much for our upper class. No, no top will save the ice. Just in case, I'm checking to see if there's anyone who's bought ice cream before who's willing to sell it back….”

"I can't get the answer if I gather them little by little."

"That's right, and I'm sure the price will go through the roof, so I don't give anything away."

"f*cking hoarders!"

Chung-Myung looked up.

"Anyway, there's no way. Not only the cause, but also the North Sea, the mere stepping into the North Sea now makes me thirsty."

"…I guess so.”

The disciple of Shaolin returned to the North Sea as a dead body, what else would he say?

then

Baek Cheon, who was still listening to the conversation, opened his mouth.

"But you can go.”

"Huh?"

"Forgot? The Beast Lord told you about you in another Sae-O-Gung palace. Don't beat me up."

“…….”

When Hyun Young first heard it, he looked surprised and asked Chung-Myung."Is it true?"

"Uh…… I've heard that……"….”

Then Yoon-jong looked up at the ceiling with sad eyes.

"Again…… I'll have to go myself.”

Jo-Gol clasped his head.

"It's winter soon! If you go to the North Sea, your bones will ache."

But Baek Cheon shook his head calmly, saying, "I can't help it."

"There's nothing we can do about it. That's what happened."

The two, who were in despair, eventually nodded. They seemed to have already accepted the fate ahead.

One.

There was one person who seemed to be in a slightly different position.

"I disagree."

Everyone's head turned to one place at a time.

Hyun Jong was shaking his head with an unhappy face.

"This job is too dangerous."

"But Unnam-do...….”

"It's not like that. Unnam and the North Sea are different situations."

It was a natural response if it was natural. Hyun Jong has already listened to Bop Jeong, the leader of Shaolin.

"Magyo."

It is not yet clear, but the marijuana was found on the body of a Shaolin family transported from the North Sea. This means that there is a high probability that the North Sea is intertwined with the horse religion.

"Of course, it is important to make a self-organization. But that's not so important that you have to risk your lives."

Hyun Jong said firmly.

"I am a long-time writer of Hawasan, and I cannot allow you to go to the North Sea."

It was a stern voice. Everyone sitting there didn't dare to contradict.

The silence fell for a moment.

But then.

"Come on, long man!"

Someone knocked violently on the door of the reception hall. Hyun Jong asked with a slight frown.

"What's going on?"

"I, I think you should come out! You're in the mountains now!

"Hm?"

Everyone jumped to their feet feeling extraordinary at the urgent voice.

Enemy?

Is he an intruder?

Perhaps because I burned myself in a crowd, I acted before words. Hwasan's disciples, including Chung-Myung, stormed out the door in unison.

It was not long before the people who stood in the prose stood out.

"……Huh?"

Everyone paused and turned their heads in embarrassment.

"I……."

Chung-Myung blinked his eyes.

Yellowish yellow cloth, and the shiny hair above it glistened in the sun.

Chung-Myung, who was staring blankly at his teeth in the prose, groaned.

"…Why is he coming here?"

"You know, right?"

Everyone looked blankly at the scene, saying they didn't know the English. When he found this side, he approached with a smile and became the class president.

"Long time no see, Hwasan The Dragon."

Bop Jeong, Shaolin's long writer, greeted with a bright smile.