Return of Mount Hua Sect

"Giggling. You caught a pushover."

Chung-Myung burst into laughter.

"No, they don't have a real sense of reality, they're merchants. Just because I got you one, you're giving me all this?"

Money!

Money!

Wealth!

Didn't the old good man say that the more money, the better?

Although Chung-Myung had already become one of the richest people in the island by robbing the slush fund of Jangmun-sa, it was always fun to see his wealth increase.

"It's hot, too."

Seomseo said it was a giant statue, but it's just the size of Janggang's hand. I was just joking, but I didn't expect you to give it all. If I took care of one class, I would have called for hurray.

Of course!

Of course, they wouldn't have given Chung-Myung all this out of gratitude alone. Before Hwang Munnyak woke up, I'd have had enough heart, but once you've recovered, things change.

It's human nature to change one's mind before and after the other.

Nevertheless, it must be because there is a different ulterior motive that he gave so much without saying anything.

But even if they wanted something else from Chung-Myung, it didn't matter from Chung-Myung's point of view.

If you don't do it, that's all.'

If Chung-Myung was a seemingly young child, he might feel burdened by receiving this much wealth, but unfortunately Chung-Myung was not a child.

Rather, he is an old man who has worn out too much.

If they had known that, they would have thought differently.….

"Anyway, we've done a rough job of it."

Hwang Dae-in was saved, and in return, he was promised support for Hwasan. As soon as he is ready, he will head to Hawaii with Chung-Myung. So I can say he's done everything he has to do here.

The only thing left is...….

Chung-Myung grinned at one person approaching him.

"Hey, are you feeling well?"

Isong Baek.

Isong Baek, Jongnam's great disciple, came up to the front of Chung-Myung lying on the wooden floor and looked down.

"What's going on?"

Isong Baek stared at Chung-Myung and opened his mouth.

"I'm going back to Jongnam."

"Oh, that's great. I thought I'd be lonely alone. Congratulations."

"Thank you."

Isong Baek showed no sign of turning around after saying that. Looking at him, Chung-Myung opened his mouth.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

Isong Baek smiled faintly at Chung-Myung's words.

"Painthouse."

"What?"

"I understand you set me up to solve this problem."

"What?"

"I can understand it because the results are good."

Chung-Myung got up and sat on the wooden floor. Then he smirked at Isong Baek.

"It's a little strange to say a trap. Wasn't it you who tried to trap me?"

Isong Baek grinned.

"That's why you decided not to blame me."

Chung-Myung laughed as if he were dumbfounded.

'He's got a weird personality.'

Kids these days seemed definitely different from the old days. All the pro-Nam guys I met before were anxious to show hostility towards Chung-Myung.

I didn't even have time to check what the pro-South Korean students were like.

"So what do you want to say?"

"It doesn't matter if you're humiliated, if you're in danger, or if you're playing into the hands of a small stamp. It's all because I'm not good enough."

Isong Baek said with a stiff face."But what bothers me is the blemish I shared with the small stamp before it happened. I still don't understand what I went through then."

Chung-Myung looked at Isong Baek with his eyes slightly narrowed.

"So what?"

"If I may, I would like to have another prayer with you. This bimoo doesn't have any special intentions like last time. I sincerely ask you to pray."

Chung-Myung scratched his cheek while looking at Isong Baek.

"Look at this."

I thought I was picking up a fight again. It's weird not to know that he's been played into Chung-Myung's hands if he knows everything that's going on.

I thought I'd definitely run wild like a boar paid in advance, but Isong Baek was burying it and asking for rain.

I don't think it means that I'm going to beat him up.'

It's a pretty funny reaction.

"Hmm. What should I do?"

Bimu is comparing each other's martial arts in the first place. It may be meaningful for Isong Baek to do the choreography with Chung-Myung, but from Chung-Myung's point of view, there was nothing much to gain from Isong Baek.

So there's no reason to accept this request...….

"Well, sure."

There's no reason to say no.

Chung-Myung got up from his seat. Then he pointed his chin at the yard.

"Here?"

"Let's go where people don't see us."

"Oh, I'm scared. You're not trying to rub it, are you?"

Isong Baek sighed as Chung-Myung pretended to slit his neck.

"Saintiff, I'm not a fool. It's unbelievable, but I already know that the small stamp is superior to mine."

"Ho?"

Chung-Myung looks at Isong Baek with an interesting face.

"I didn't tell you. I want to know what I've been through."

Chung-Myung put on a subtle smile.

"You'll regret it."

"That's fine, though."

"Yes, well, fine. Then let's go."

When Chung-Myung took his foot off first, Isong Baek followed him with a stiff look on his face.

Isong Baek breathed low.

Feel nervous.

Although Isong Baek was not nervous even when he was working with masters and private servants, as well as the death penalty, his heart felt three times faster when he saw Chung-Myung standing in front of him.

'It's small.

Chung-Myung, who carefully re-opened, was still a child.

Now, of course, it's a little embarrassing to say child, but it doesn't change the fact that you're at least ten years younger than him. Jong-nam is his youngest.

At least one distribution difference.'

One distribution is the difference between teacher and disciple.

In principle, Isong Baek, a great disciple, can receive Chung-Myung, the three great disciples. Of course, it is difficult to receive a disciple at an age when one has to concentrate on training, so in principle, one can receive a disciple only when one is a great disciple, but in principle, it is possible.

In other words, now he's holding a sword to deal with his age.

But what?

What's this pressure?

I just recognized Chung-Myung as an enemy and put him in front of me, but the pressure I've never felt before was weighing on him.

Why am I so nervous?'

I feel like I'm facing the elders with a sword. Even though that child can't be that level.

Actually, I don't feel any examples from Chung-Myung right now. And I can't feel the firm will to knock down the opponent.

Just looking at Isong Baek with his wooden sword hanging down.Isong Baek bit his lips and strengthened his fighting spirit.

'I have to check with my own eyes.'

What he saw.

"You have a good feeling about it.'

Chung-Myung made an interesting face when he saw Isong Baek shaking with a sword.

Now Chung-Myung poses no threat to Isong Baek. But Isong Baek can't relax like a criminal in front of his eyes.

It's a pretty sharp sense.

"Maybe it'll be Jongnam First Sword in the future.'

When Chung-Myung was that age in the past, were there people of Jongnam's age who had similar senses?

Well, I don't know.

It was when I wasn't interested in others. I was busy enough just sharpening my own sword and avoiding the long death penalty.

But I can't think of anyone with that kind of sense, if I don't know what it is. Being sensible means you can see more, which leads to potential.

It's an atmospheric metamorphosis.'

It may not stand out much right now, but as you get older and train, you will start to step ahead of others. And in the distant future, it might be called Jongnam First Sword or Jongnam Sword.

But the only thing I feel sorry for is...….

"Of all things, I was born in an era when I returned.'

Chung-Myung lifted the sword.

Do you want me to teach you how to apologize?

"Are you coming?"

As Chung-Myung nods his head and aims at the sword, Isong Baek recoils and retreats slightly. Then he clenched his teeth and pulled himself forward.

A cloud of sweat on his forehead shows how hard he is now.

Isong Baek, who took a deep breath again and again, tries hard to open his mouth.

"May I ask you a question before I divide the sword?"

"Yes, by all means."

"Who the hell is that?"

"……I'm Chung-Myung from Hawaii."

Isong Baek clenched his teeth and said.

"How could you do that? The small sealer must have just learned how to use the sword."

I've been cleaning up a hundred years until I've had my fair hair cut.

And even when I was your age, you grabbed my finger!

Chung-Myung smacked his lips.

I feel a little foul, but I don't feel so guilty. Chung-Myung of the year was rather stronger than Chung-Myung of the present year.

It hasn't been a long time since Chung-Myung started training, and he's moving much slower to build the foundation.

In the past, however, Chung-Myung had already polished his sword for more than a decade, and had reached the point of no one dares to stand up to among the late indexers.

So there's nothing to be bothered about.

"The world is always unfair."

"……."

"But it's not that you don't have a chance. The important thing is to believe in your own path, right?"

"If I believe in my sword, I can defeat you someday?"

"Come on. Don't tell me.

Chung-Myung shakes his hand.

"When a snake tries to follow a stork, it tears its crotch."

"……."

"But it's okay. You won't be ashamed of not winning me. You'll find it an honor to share the sword."

"It's madness. It's absolute madness."

Isong Baek's eyes sink slowly.

His face was gradually returning to that of a no man, perhaps because of the conversation, the tension had eased a little.

"Be careful, I know I'm not good enough and I'll do the best I can from the beginning."

"As much as you want."Isong Baek slightly twisted the sword sideways.

Chung-Myung squints at the movement.

"What is it?"

A small change in the black changes its texture. Jongnam is basically a law-seeking cult. There is no occasion to twist the sword. Showing the blade and the blade to the opponent at the same time is a method that is usually used in the p*n*s.

Okay.

It is the way of Hawasan.

"I'll deal with you with a peace of mind."

"Seolwhadenoplast?"

Chung-Myung tilts his head.

Was there such a martial arts in Jongnam?

Jongnam is known as the 36th Sword and the Taeil Spectroscope.

Perhaps he invented something new in his absence.

"I'm coming!"

"Yes."

"Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Isong Baek shouted out loud and jumped at Chung-Myung.

Chung-Myung looked at Isong Baek with a slightly glaring look.

Now, what do we do?'

You want me to crush another junior clean from the top? Or do you want me to teach you how to grow up?

Tsk, no matter how bad I am.'

It is not my preference to trample on such a child as Jongnam's elder or a great disciple. First of all, teaching...….

It was that moment.

Isong Baek's sword causes a heavy change.

Never quick but heavy, and colorful, if not flashy.

A different change from that of Jongnam, which Chung-Myung has known so far, unfolds in front of Chung-Myung.

And Chung-Myung's face, who saw the change, suddenly distorted like a demon.

"This..."

Chung-Myung's wooden sword swings strongly forward without any change.

Whoops!

In just a few days with heavy drinking, Isong Baek spewed blood and fell back.

But Chung-Myung wasn't satisfied with it and rushed forward without delay and grabbed Isong Baek by the collar. Then he pulls himself right in front of his face.

Seeing Chung-Myung's face quickly transformed into a demon, Isong Baek trembled without breathing.

"Where did you learn to do this?"

"Ku, ku, ku, what's that...…."

"This..."

Chung-Myung bit his lips.

Lunar New Year's Day transplant?

What a load of crap.

That word may deceive everyone else, but only one. Chung-Myung is the only one who can't cheat.

The change is dull and clumsy, but the basic type of sword was the sword that Chung-Myung knew very well.

Plum Blossombs.'

The sword of Hwasan. The sword representing Hwasan.

A sword that is said to contain all the integers of Hawasan.

Twenty-four Plum Blossom.

The twenty-four plumage test, which has now been practiced even in Hwasan, is none other than Isong Baek's hand.