Return of Mount Hua Sect

"No, I'm not."

“…….”

"Why do you look at people like that?"

When Chung-Myung asked as if he was confident, Baek Cheon smiled.

"Chung-Myung아."

"Huh?"

"It's only natural for everyone who knows you to see you with these eyes."

“…….”

The word so convincing that the world's Chung-Myung was momentarily speechless.

Baek Cheon stared at him like that and asked again.

"Isn't it real?"

"No, but these guys?”

Chung-Myung stared at Baek Cheon, beating his chest with resentment.

"No matter how hard I try to give you a potion that doesn't work. Do I look like someone who would go that far?"

"Uh."

"Yes."

"It looks like it."

"Oh, really?"

Chung-Myung smiled awkwardly and scratched his back hair.

I made a mistake. Heh heh heh.

All the other students also looked at Chung-Myung with their eyes on a man they couldn't trust. asked Baek Cheon.

"Then why did you give me another self-organization?"

"Think about it. What's his disease?"

"A half-tone limp?"

"No, it's a three-drinking half-barreled vein."

"What's so complicated? Anyway, a fake vesicle vein."

Chung-Myung nodded.

"Yes, it's a vein of the vein. What's a vein? It's a disease that clogs the vein because there's too much sound in your body.”

"That's right."

"What about Bingjeong? The essence of the coldness of the North Sea?"

"…right?”

At the moment, Baek Cheon, who caught a clue in his head, clouded the end of his speech. Chung-Myung continued with a tongue-kicking sound.

"What would happen if you pushed a jasodan made of ice into your body? The cold is poisonous and the body is smashed upside down."

“…….”

"I gave you the right one for your body. With the people."

Everyone turned to Dang-Soso in unison. She was the only one who could medically verify this fact. Staring in one body, Dang-Soso had a mysterious look that was hard to describe.

"Well…… you're right, but…….There's nothing wrong with logic…….”

"And?"

"I can't come to a conclusion because people are wrong.”

"…I understand."

Words should also be considered whose mouth they came from. No matter how right you are, how can you believe that when the speaker is not right.

"So you didn't give it to me on purpose?"

"Ahem! I gave you everything I wanted. That's about right for him!"

"Yeah, yeah. All right, Chung-Myung is very nice."

He doesn't have to say that he can't be cured once, he uses the most expensive ice sheet of the self-organization in a cheap way, but he takes money to the limit, and rolls a person to the point where he wants to jump off a cliff while making a platform.

You're so nice, but it doesn't stand out.

It was also a feat that good faith was not seen as good faith.

"Then what happens to King Greenim? You can't fix it for the rest assured.

"Just three or four more times. That's why I made it beforehand.”

"Then you can give it to me right away.”

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

"What the f*ck?"

Baek Cheon glistened his eyes, but Chung-Myung continued without caring.

"What have you heard? It's full of music, so if you put in a lot of ice cream at once, your body will be damaged. You have to wait until you're fully recovered and eat again.”

"…How long do I have to wait?"Half a year at a time?

"……How many more pills do I have to take?"

"Han…… your egg?"

Baek Cheon closed his eyes tightly.

'At least this b*tc* is stuck.’

According to Chung-Myung, you should take at least four more medications to completely heal your body. In other words, King Noklim means that Chung-Myung will have to live in slavery for at least two years.

Baek Cheon was seriously troubled.

Chung-Myung has been fishing for people more than once, but I couldn't tell whether it was an illusion that the means were becoming more sophisticated or not.

"That…… by any chance."

"Yes."

"What happens if you don't take your medication?"

"Hey. Why would you ask such a thing?”

"As expected, it's going back to normal."

"No, you're not."

"Huh?"

Chung-Myung smiled brightly as Baek Cheon raised his eyes slightly.

"It's the oral vein that kicks out of the lane and changes its body according to its temperament.”

"That's right."

"If you don't heal completely......it'll erode faster than it did before it was cured. It will erode twice as quickly and be worse than before because it is a situation where a mountain is broken and a bridge is built in the river. It's gonna be a real nine-syllable vein, then...….”

Chung-Myung, with a playful smile around his mouth, pretended to slit his neck with his thumb.

"Quite."

“…….”

When I saw him like that, Baek Cheon's eyes bent gently.

What a terrible thing we are.

"…Where is King Green Forest?"

"You're sick."

In Jo-Gol's reply, Baek Cheon wiped the sweat of his heart from his eyes.

That's understandable.

It's understandable.

If you think about it in common sense...Anyway, the temple vein is a monosyllabic, so you should like it, but isn't it Chung-Myung that makes happy and sad things happen?

'Scary one.'

No matter how old Im Sobyong is, he is still the green-rimmed king. But how can you fool someone like that with an elixir...….

"Anyway, so the greenlings are roughly organized now."

"Is it organized? I have to pay for it. I still have to work hard to calculate the money I need to get from now on, the money I need to get after, and the money I need to get afterwards.”

Baek Cheon was momentarily speechless.

Sometimes I couldn't believe his body had the same red blood.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah. Don't be too harsh."

He sighed and said, "Chin' at the sack surrounded by Chung-Myung.

"But why are you holding it? I'll keep it at the pharmacy."

"Storage is frozen to death. Whether it's young medicine or food, you need to make it fresh and take it when it's hot. Gather all the kids."

"……right now?"

"I made it hard, so I'm going to feed it quickly. You said you were weak and weak.

"You said you'd take it real?”

"Who's going to take responsibility if the weak go out and fight and come back? Let's make it real and ridiculous, first of all."

"…I got it."

Yes, Chung-Myung.

But I'm so glad you don't at least eat Hwasan.

Really…….

A moment later, all of Hwasan's disciples gathered in the smoke and gazed forward, speechless. To be exact, I was looking at Chung-Myung doing something bustling.

On a large table moved to the front of the drill, there was something round lined up."…You saw it, didn't you?"

"Yes, I'm used to it."

"Yeah, I've seen it.….”

Hwasan's disciples opened their mouths as if they were dumbfounded by Chung-Myung's sheep.

"It's self-defense."

"Yes, it's a small group."

"No matter how you look at it, it's a small group."

There is no reason to wear eyes if you don't know who it is even after seeing the round spirit emitting a subtle purple glow.

Why is that there again?’

Is the elixir supposed to be made that way at times?’

Not a little, not a little. What the hell is that's...….’

What is elixir in the first place?

Even in Shaolin, which is the richest of all the literary factions in the world, the rare object that is given only to the nobility is the elixir. Isn't that why some say that Shaolin's grand hwandan cannot be saved even if you give 10,000,000 won?

But…….

"…Can I just spread it out like that?"

"…I know."

But in front of their eyes, as much as Shaolin's...…. No, there were more precious self-talks like snacks from a local dog.

"…I don't think that's something you can make of money."

A small snowball that began in Yakson's tomb rolled over and now covered Hawasan.

"But what's he doing again?"

"Really?"

"What's that bottle?"

"…I've never seen Chung-Myung treat him so preciously."

The other Munpa fighters were treating the bottle in his hand as precious as if he were serving the gods, who had rolled the jasodan on the table.

That's....

"Is it alcohol?"

“…….”

That's a good.

Everyone whispered and babbled constantly, but nothing was heard in Chung-Myung's ears.

He was drawing his concentration to its limits, as he did when he faced the bishop in the North Sea.

Again.

"Oh, my God!"

Chung-Myung, who was concentrating as much as he could, screamed with his eyes fluttering.

"It's a little bit more. You have to take out as much as an ant's eye booger.”

Then he quickly rolled up the liquid that had fallen on the end with the prepared needle and moved it to the side.

Hyun Jong sighed because he couldn't see it from the side.

"…Is this how you do it?"

"Do you know what this is like?"

Chung-Myung stared at Hyun Jong with his bloodshot eyes wide open.

"It's a small group, you can make it anytime with the ingredients, but it's not something you can get for money!"

"Oh, I know."

Hyun Jong nodded violently.

public oil

I've only heard of it, the elixir of the elixir I've never seen before.

'That's not real.’

It didn't feel real at all because public oil, which is said to be windy and bloody even if just one drop appears, was fluttering like alcohol in the bottle.

"It's fair, it's fair! If you receive as little as an ant's eye booger, you will have a grudge. I know that when Jang Moon-in gives Baek Cheon a private car, he gives me a drink and a bitter drink. I can't forget you!"

"……You don't drink tea, you leave everything behind."

"But it's a matter of mood, mood!"

You're a cheap guy.

How can you be such a jerk? Hyun Young didn't say anything about giving more meat.

"So you can't go in as much as an ant's eye booger or less."

"Oh, I see."

Hyun Jong replied reluctantly and shook his head. Sometimes Chung-Myung shows excessive obsession with really useless things.'A man needs to know how to be bold... '….’

"That's it!"

Then Chung-Myung stretched his back wiping sweat on his forehead. My face was filled with pride.

"You've done a great job, but...…why did you leave this out?”

"Oh, it belongs to the elder and the elder."

"……huh?"

Chung-Myung whispered softly, pretending to cover his mouth with his hands.

"It's especially two drops of public oil."

“…….”

"It's good for your health, so hurry up and eat."

Tears welled up around Hyun Jong's eyes.

How can you be so polite and respectful of your superiors?

I can't believe you beat this good boy up!

I was overwhelmed with emotion. However, Hyun Jong struggled to decline his self-discipline.

"What's the point of eating this when we're old? Take care of the kids a little bit more.”

"I heard that some of the effects of public petroleum can increase the lifespan, so I added some more."

"I think there's a little bit left in the bottle, but one more drop...….”

“…….”

“…….”

Hyun Jong, who coughed loudly, turned his head slightly.

"…I'll put in some more."

"Thank you, hmm."

Chung-Myung is pretty, too.

Hyun Jong stepped forward and said loudly, as if he was trying to cover up his shyness and awkwardness.

"Listen, disciples!"

"Yes, Jang Moon-in!"

Hwasan's students, who were lined up, all got down on one knee and answered loudly.

"It is a small cluster made of materials that people who left for the North Sea saved after a lot of hard work. Even if it is natural for the death penalty to help and lead each other, we must not forget the gratitude."

"Yes, Jang Moon-in!"

Guns sparkled in the eyes of the disciples of Hwasan, who stood around the podium and looked at the Chung-Myung party.

How can I not thank you?

There is no one who does not know how important elixir is. No matter how easy Hwasan has the secret to manufacturing a young tablet than anywhere else, the value of that elixir does not diminish.

"Jung-Myung is the best at this and that.’

Human beings are a problem, but no one cares more about us than Chung-Myung.’

'Good boy, bad boy. You're mean, but you're nice.'

Then Chung-Myung smiled as he looked at them pleased.

"Eat well and melt well. I'll have to eat now to hold on."

“…….”

"I'll roll you as hard as I can without a shot."

Behind Chung-Myung, Baek Cheon and the crowd were smiling. In fact, it's

Hawsan's disciples somehow lost sight and closed their eyes.

I'll give you medicine and sickness.

This was now a natural truth in Hwasan.