Return of Mount Hua Sect

"The great disciples are coming back."

"Hmm."

Hyun Jong drooled heavily.

It's good that the children who left the closure will return, but you can't just think about what will follow.

"Where did he come from?"

"Some seem to have already arrived at the chords, and most seem to have now reached the chords."

"I see."

Hyun Jong looked up and looked at Unam.

"The Long Man."

"Say it."

"Why is the Hwajong branch, which is supposed to be held in half a year from now?"

"I've sent a stovepipe from Jongnam. He wants to pull the Hwajong branch a little bit this time."

"Can't you postpone or postpone the meeting?"

"It's difficult."

The cloud cancer sighs.

"Hwasan is in high spirits right now. Everything is going well, and at least I can live without worrying about food. I can't stop smiling on everyone's faces. This is a remarkable change, considering only a few months ago."

"Right."

Hyun Jong agrees with Unam.

The most different thing is that Hawasan is full of energy.

Those who lived without knowing what would happen tomorrow saw hope. A full-faced smile makes the viewer feel warm.

"But we are essentially Mufa."

"Right."

"We're discovering and learning new martial arts, but it's not time for real results yet. And even if it pays off, it's not enough to compete against Jongnam."

Hyun Jong nodded silently.

Unam is right about everything.

In the past, Hawasan had a martial arts that could overwhelm Jongnam, but the only martial arts that remain in today's Hawasan is its shell. It was only to the extent that the Chimaegum was found and gained hope.

'That's a silver lining, too.'

There is a long way to go.

I've just managed to solve the problem of making ends meet. But in order for Hwasan to regain his old reputation and film, he must eventually regain his past reputation.

But what kind of martial arts can solve a problem overnight?

There was absolutely no time left.

"If the results of this Hwajong Branch are the same as before, I'm afraid that my disciples, who had hope that they could only do it, will become defeatists, too."

"Unam."

"……Yes, a long writer."

"Why wouldn't I know that?"

Hyun Jong shook his head.

"But what difference does avoiding make? Will the disciples have hope just because we avoid the Hwajong Branch? Don't you think even the long writers don't trust them?"

"That's……."

Unam lowered his head.

"There is no shame in losing. It can't be helped if you lose even though you did your best. You just have to try harder. But to avoid losing is something you should never do. It's like bringing in bigger anger for immediate comfort."

"I was short-minded, Jang Moon-in."

"I fully understand your concern. But…… it must be difficult to postpone the Hwajong branch in many ways."

Unam sighed.

'You said something nice to distract the writer.'

In this case, we need to say something hopeful.

"In fact, wouldn't it be a good thing if these students could make good progress?"

"Right."

Neither Unam nor Hyun Jong knew it was easy.

Jong-nam was once underfoot, but now the gap between Jong-nam and Hawasan is inexplicably wide. The weight of Jongnam's Ewha Womans University student and Hwasan's Ewha Womans University student are as different as the weight of a full-fledged rock and a feather.

They say they tried through closure, but it would be difficult to win.At least I wish I didn't lose easily.'

Hyun Jong's heart sank heavily.

"Unam."

"Yes."

"These are the children who are coming back from hard work. Prepare good food and release the alcohol."

"One……."

"It's a day off for kids who've had a hard time training. That's fine. And shouldn't the children also know that things have changed in Hasan?"

"That's what it is. We'll prepare it without any problems."

"Yes."

"then, bye."

Unam got up from his seat and carefully set up an example.

When Unam leaves the room, Hyun Jong gets up from his seat and opens the window. Looking out of the window at Yeonhwabong, he breathed a low sigh.

Jong Nam.

It's like a thorn stuck in the heart. It hurts every time I breathe, and it's going to get stuck deeper one day and break my breath.

"It's hard. It's hard."

Winter is long and Hawaii's spring is still too far away.

* * *

"Can you win?"

Yoon-jong and Jo-Gol gathered in Chung-Myung's room.

If someone else had said this, I would have ignored it, but Chung-Myung's words have a different weight.

Neither Yoon-jong nor Jo-Gol know. Chung-Myung has never said anything in vain. No matter how absurd it may be, Chung-Myung always kept what he said.

"We?"

Chung-Myung clicked his tongue at the two.

"Not now."

"Huh? Even if you're this strong?"

"The death penalty has gotten stronger."

"Right?"

Chung-Myung made his thumb and index finger float.

"This much?"

"……."

"……."

"Hey, I'm kidding. It's not like this."

"Of course!"

"Of course it is."

Chung-Myung just doubled his thumb and index finger.

"That's about it."

"……."

"……."

Jo-Gol, who was blushing, eventually jumped up and pointed a finger at him.

"Hey, we've been rolling around to kill ourselves, and it doesn't make sense that we're only that strong! I feel it with my body."

"You'll freeze to death after a few months of rolling!"

"No, it's definitely stronger than it used to be……."

"How can an acorn grow three times as big as a tree?"

"Yes."

Chung-Myung is giving an honest assessment.

The growth of the three great disciples is scary now. Never seen Chung-Myung grow at this rate. That's how much I craved and scooped up, but if I don't improve, he's even more amazing.

But...

There's still a long way to go.'

Compared to Hawasan's three great disciples in the past, there is a long way to go. And it's the same for Jongnam.

It's true that Jongnam of the time was hard to compare to Hwasan, but it's still an old file room. If he still maintains his skills at that time, no one can beat Jongnam's three great disciples.

"Is he the only one?"'

Jo-Gol is just as likely to win if you meet your opponent well. I need to meet Yoon-jong better.

Only two of the three great disciples. If you compare it as a whole, you don't have to think about it.

"Then how do we win?"

"You can count."

Yoon-jong frowned.

"It will be as long as 15 days to the Hasan branch. How can you catch up with an opponent in 15 days after months of training?"

"That's why I asked."

"……Huh?"

Chung-Myung grinned.

"Are you ready to die?"

"……."

No, it's....

"Why don't we just hear what the hell's going on?"

"It doesn't matter. The important thing is, are you prepared?"

"No……."

As soon as Jo-Gol tried to say something, Yoon-Jong cut him off and opened his mouth."I'm ready."

"The death penalty!"

Jo-Gol raised his voice, but Yoon-Jong didn't even look at Jo-Gol.

"I don't know what other death penalty is like, but I'm prepared. And maybe most of the other kids are prepared."

"The death penalty, but what he's doing...…."

"I know."

Yoon-Jong was as determined as a cucumber.

"But that doesn't matter. I'm dead if I die right now, and I'll never see it again. I still dream about the Jongnam guys laughing on my chest."

"……that's true."

The two have already represented the Hwajong Branch two years ago. And I've experienced a crushing defeat.

How can I say that humiliation?

"If I could return the humiliation, I would risk my death. It's not a no man to live with it. I'd rather return and go down the mountain, I'll never see that again."

Jo-Gol nodded, too.

Listening to Yoon-jong brings back the humiliation. It's something I don't really want to experience again.

"Well, yes, and I'll let you win, death penalty."

"I believe."

"All right."

Chung-Myung grinned.

But Jo-Gol, who was nervous, asked what he shouldn't be asked.

"By the way, Chung-Myung."

"Yes."

"Can't you tell me that's the way it is now?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just gonna change the way I train."

"How?"

Chung-Myung answered in a nonchalant way.

"Executive."

"Huh?"

"If you've built it up, you should use it now. I'll show you how to use the body."

"……."

Jo-Gol's eyes shake slightly.

"Uh... What if it's how to use it?"

Chung-Myung shrugs.

"You know that. You're supposed to learn martial arts by rolling with your body. Get ready. I'll start right away from this evening."

"……."

They were two people who had a hunch something was going wrong.

* * *

A late night.

The three great disciples were gathered in the smoke field.

"Do we really have to get together at night?"

Jo-Gol pouted and grumbled.

Now, there are no adults who do not know that the three great disciples train themselves at dawn.

At first, there were some people who expressed concern about the training, and there were some who questioned the training method, but now that the training has been going on for months, everyone seems to do so.

Ungum, the official owner of the white plum house, recognized the effect and prevented interference.

So now, it is okay to train during the bright day, but Chung-Myung only sticks to training at dawn like this.

"But what the hell are you trying to do, death penalty?"

"Nandal?"

Yoon-jong shrugged his shoulders.

Everyone is complaining about training at dawn, but every single one of them is lining up with me.

Now everyone knows it. Chung-Myung's training is extreme but effective.

Chung-Myung has made a boast that he will make it strong, so I'm sure it will be the same this time.

"Did you all get out?"

Then Chung-Myung looms up to the curb.

The three great disciples looked at him with a mixture of excitement and fear.

I'm sure I'll do something ridiculous again this time, but I'm sure it'll produce results if I can make it through.

Now, they were all three great disciples who trusted Chung-Myung with a subtle feeling.

"Chung-Myung아. But the training I'm going to do this time is...…."

It was then.

It's growl.

Chung-Myung pulls out the sword from his waist.

"……."

A real sword?…Huh?

That looks like a real sword.

Chung-Myung's sword shines blue under the moonlight.

Even if an ordinary man holds a real sword, he is subtly scared, but it feels like his heart is pounding because a crazy man is doing that at night.

"Oh, training?"

Chung-Myung asked back nonchalantly. And slowly approach them with a sword in his hand.

"It's nothing. It's just...…."

The corners of my mouth are going up.

"You can die once in a while. Nothing much, huh?

……what? That crazy guy.