Return of Mount Hua Sect

Stroke.

Flashing!

Stroke.

Flashing!

"Oh, distracting!"

Jo-Gol, who had been withstanding all along, ended up screaming.

"What are you looking back at? You left a honey jar in the back...….Oh, it's blinding!"

Jo-Gol covered his eyes with both hands in the intense reflective light created by Hye Yeon's head back in place.

"What's wrong with you, monk!"

"…Shizu, it's…….”

Hye Yeon said with a sour face, mumbling as a class president.

"What can I do if the back of my head keeps bothering me."

Then Jo-Gol, who looked at him like he was dumbfounded, sighed and found Yoon-Jong.

"Oh, death penalty."

"Why?"

"I think I still have a long way to go to catch up with Chung-Myung."

"What are you talking about all of a sudden?"

"If Chung-Myung is this guy, he'll be bothered because the back of your head is shiny. 'Because I don't have hair to keep the wind from blowing!' I can't bear to say that.….”

"What a fool to be in front of a monk, you idiot!"

(Screams!

Jo-Gol's jaw turned neatly.

When Jo-Gol collapsed with a screeching sound, Yoon-Jong shook his hand and shook his head. Then I peeked back at Baek Cheon.

"…is he really not following me?"

"I know."

Baek Cheon also looked around again, as if he were disturbing.

But as Yoon-Jong, I don't know if he's worried that Chung-Myung will follow him. Or whether Chung-Myung was anxious because he didn't follow.

"Are you really not coming?"

"…I think so?"

"Really?"

“…….”

Baek Cheon shuddered and said.

"Yoon-Jong아. You might say I'm worried for no reason, but...….”

"No, Sasook. I understand."

"I'm still afraid that Chung-Myung will show up in a mask and scream next to me."

Yoon-Jong peeked around without answering. It's because he didn't talk, but he was suffering from the same anxiety.

At that time, Yoo-Esul said bluntly.

"I'm not following you."

"Huh?"

Back Cheon turned around and she added.

"But he's a good boy."

“…….”

I think they're misunderstanding something.

He's not that kind of guy.….

"And if the quality is gone, it's more of a mess in Hwasan."

"Oh……."

Baek Cheon, who was convinced for a moment, nodded unconsciously.

That's true.

They are not the only ones worried that Chung-Myung will follow suit. Rather, those who remain in Wasan will be more worried than they are.

So if Chung-Myung didn't see him in Hwasan now, it would be a mess up the mountain.

Everyone looked up unconsciously at the summit of Hawsan, who was seen above the clouds.

"You think everything's all right?”

"It looks quiet."

"You can't stop by here in the first place."

Unexpectedly, common sense came out of Jo-Gol's mouth. Yoon-Jong and Baek Cheon, who seemed to be in a bad state, looked back at Jo-Gol with their mouths shut like honeyed mittens.

Jo-Gol sighed and clapped his hands.

"Wake up, you two! Now I have to go to Janggang to investigate, but how can you do this already?”

"…응응."

"Eh-oh."

A sigh broke out of the two's mouths at the same time.

Until I left the prose, I was filled with strong will, but when I came down the mountain, I was very nervous that I couldn't hear the d*mn man babbling.

I don't know where people are, but I know where they are, but Chung-Myung's empty seat was bigger than they thought.Baek Cheon finally took a look around Hwasan and moved on.

"Anyway…… I really don't think he's coming. Let's get going."

"Yes, boarding house."

Baek Cheon smacked his lips and moved on.

So I'm in charge now.’

In fact, Baek Cheon has been leading the party, but he has never thought of being responsible for everything.

Not only that, but others would not have thought so. In the end, Chung-Myung had the right to decide. But from now on, they have to think fully and take full responsibility.

'Heavy.'

I felt like I had a big load on my shoulder.

But this burden was also his responsibility in the end. If he is truly qualified to be a writer of HWASAN.

"Come on, let's go!"

"…he's already done it about five times, Sasook."

"Yoon-Jong, please calm down. Stop shaking your legs."

"Pity."

Baek Cheon, who looked back at the priests and their dead bodies with a bit of sad eyes, trudged helplessly.

First of all, it's a problem to lead those d*mn guys well.

There was a long way to go, and one step at a time was full.

* * *

Hawsan was in a strange state of tension.

All the students' eyes were on Chung-Myung. It was because he didn't know what evil he would do when he was left in Hwasan by the order of a long writer.

Faced with unprecedented events, the disciples were nervous and alert to Chung-Myung's every move.

"You're going to smash everything, aren't you?

"That's a good thing. The problem is that we're going to be a department."

"I'm so scared...….”

In the meantime, Hwasan's disciples realized the importance of the Five Swords.

It is true that they have been assimilated to Chung-Myung from some time ago and tormented them, but when he ran like a crazy cow, he also played a role in blocking them by throwing himself.

If you don't have lips, your teeth will ache.

Now that the five swords are gone, Chung-Myung looks like they're going to throw themselves at him.

"I hope it's only common sense."’

"I'm sure you'll catch all the nitpicks.….’

'Death penalty, please come back soon, please.'

But unexpectedly, the problem they thought didn't happen.

Instead, a completely different problem began to arise.

The Hwasan disciples in the restaurant were all frozen with faces that looked like ghosts. Their eyes were fixed all the time.

Press it.

Chopsticks pick up the rice slightly.

Chewing, chewing, chewing.

Put it in your mouth and slowly start chewing very slowly.

In fact, it's not a strange sight at all right. It seems a bit slow and overly meticulous, but isn't it common for people to eat slowly?

But the faces of those who watched the scene turned as pale as dead bodies.

Cheo, Chung-Myung is...…eat with chopsticks.’

Oh, my God, he's chewing without drinking.’

I can't hear the passionate chaps.

Chung-Myung, who was the basic rule of eating food in front of his mouth as if it were a battle, is picking up food with chopsticks and swallowing it.

Hwasan's disciples, watching the scene, realized one thing keenly.

It is scary for a normal person to do something crazy all of a sudden, but for a crazy person to do something normal all of a sudden is Hyun Sang, which is several times more grotesque and scary than that.What the hell is wrong with him?’

Mom, I'm scared...….’

People say you die if you do something you don't do.’

Farrah, you son of a b*tc*!’

It is not just a matter of words and actions.

Isn't Chung-Myung's impression enough to scare away demons from hell?

His drooping shoulders, downward eyes, and drooping pupils were not what they knew of Chung-Myung. No, that is not Chung-Myung.

Like this.

At that moment, Chung-Myung put down the chopsticks he was holding.

Drum roll.

Then he got up, trudged along, opened the door and went outside.

Like this.

The door closed quietly.

At the same time, hellish silence fell in the restaurant.

"Did you see that? I opened and closed the door with my hands."

"Bars, without kicking…….”

"Did you just hear that? It's Tak, Tak! It wasn't Kang!”

"Woah, my prime minister...….”

Hwasan's disciples, staring blankly at the door that Chung-Myung closed, exchanged their eyes with a blue-faced face.

"Hey, what's going on here...….”

Indescribable fear began to sweep the Wasan disciples.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Gwak Hae desperately wielded a wooden sword. Sweat dripped down my face like rain. Every time I shook my sword, sweat scattered everywhere.

His legs trembled and his arms trembled, but his sword did not stop or slow down at all.

I didn't get picked this time either.’

I know.

He doesn't dare to be comparable to Yoon-Jong or Jo-Gol yet. I'm trying my best, but the difference between them is still significant.

Even if he was a lengthy writer, he wouldn't have thought of sending Gwak Hae instead of them. To be fair, aren't you losing to Baek Sang, who's becoming the center of re-alarm, not the five swords?

"You have to work harder.’

The fact was more aware of itself.

And I also knew the only way to overcome the difference was to try to cut the bones.

Still, there was only one reason why he couldn't let go of his nervousness easily.

Are you sure I'm following the death penalty?’

No, probably not.

The difference is getting farther rather than narrower.

Not long ago, if I competed with Jo-Gol, I could still blend in for a while, but recently, it's hard to stand a few rounds. The difference is getting further and further, and the death penalty is no longer in sight, even though they are trying so hard not to be ashamed of anyone.

I'm not the only one who's thinking about this.’

So I did too much work.

Knowing that he was not good enough yet, he pleaded with the long man to give him a chance to learn about his self-harm, even though he knew that he was not qualified enough to do so.

Because you're greedy?

No, it's not like that.

If only the death penalty learned the ball first, the chance to catch up with them would disappear forever.

I'm not jealous of them being strong. It's just a measure of their strength set by Gwak Hae, and it's frustrating that they can't get stronger faster. Perhaps all those who went to visit the writer's office together felt the same way.

How do I get stronger faster?’

How can I do it like the death penalty...….

"Yikes!"

Gwak Hae, who was chiminh, swung the sword violently.

The black ghost with emotion went off track. Thanks to this, the center of gravity was disturbed and the shaky legs collapsed.

"Huh?"

Fortunately, I'm training at intervals, so there's no danger of anyone being hit by a cross sword...….Whoosh!

At that moment, a loud sound rang, and Gwak Hae's eyes trembled as if there were an earthquake.

His wooden sword, swung sideways in the wrong direction, touched someone's head.

That alone was a terrible accident.

But the more terrible reason that makes Gwak Hae tremble like an asiatic tree is that his neck is bent sideways by a wooden sword.… was that he was too familiar.

"Wife, wife, wife, Cheng…"… Chung-Myung아…….”

The trainees next to each other were looking at this side with their fists in their mouths and eyes wide open. Some have already memorized Doho and prayed for Gwak Hae's life in heaven.

"Cher, Chung-Myung. Is this on purpose...…this was never meant to be…….This is……."

No... Why is Chung-Myung here...….

No, before that, why couldn't he avoid this?

Either way, his fate had already been determined.

I'd rather kill him neatly.’

Gwak Hae felt his fate and closed his eyes tightly.

But at that moment.

"…Che."

"Huh?"

Chung-Myung slipped the wooden sword that touched his head.

"Work out your lower body more. If your lower body is firm, you won't lose your sword even if you lose your mind.”

"Huh?"

"If you want to be strong, do the basics first."

"……Uh, uh. I got it."

When Gwak Hae answered, Chung-Myung nodded and went his way without saying a word.

Far away, Chung-Myung looked at Gwak Hae and his death penalty with blank faces.

"……what is it really?"

"What did I eat wrong?…?”

"Oh, no. It's common sense when I think about it, but...….”

"Isn't that why it's a problem?"

“…….”

Empty.

Gwak Hae, who dropped the wooden sword in his hand weakly, murmured softly.

"……Hwasan is a d*mn sign?"

The world's collapse of the brain spread to a statically locked smoke field.