Return of Mount Hua Sect

I'm joking about nothing. (5)

"……."

Hyunyoung looked at her unarmed with her blank eyes and tilted her head.

'How is this going now?'

He is a re-watcher.

Since he is so quick in calculations and sensitive to gains and losses, he has been evaluated as a talented person to lead the finance industry from the moment he entered the school. But he was rather so, that he could not devote himself to uneducation.

Thanks to that, it is the most inactive among the sage ships now.

As a result, it was difficult for Hyun-young to understand what the scene that was happening in front of him now meant.

Cheongmyeong defeated Jongnam's third disciple. overwhelmingly too.

What kind of event is this?

"No, that long sentence..."

Therefore, Hyun-young, who wanted to listen to Jang Mun-in, turned his head toward Hyeon-jong and flinched.

Because he had a face that Hyeonjong had never seen in decades.

Eyes wide open as if they were about to pop out, and mouths wide enough for passing birds to take a break. Even Hyeonjong and the phenomenon next to him had the same face.

'Should I be surprised too?'

I feel a bit sad because I can't fit it... … .

"Huh……."

"Huh?"

"Uh..."

"Huh?"

Hyeonjong's eyes trembled as if there was an earthquake, and then a voice that seemed to have lost his soul leaked out.

"This, this... no, this... this can't be like this, this..."

A muffled murmur continued over and over again. Hyunyoung, unable to see him, gently pulled his sleeve.

"Long-writer. Outsiders are watching. Calm down."

Then Hyunjong closes his mouth. He was really surprised to see the clattering sound coming out of the forcibly closed mouth.

"No, that kid..."

Hyeonjong managed to regain his face, but the present situation did not. He raised his trembling hands and pointed to the blue sky and murmured.

"I shouldn't be counting like that... This makes sense... This doesn't make sense. Should I lose?"

In the end, Hyun-young got annoyed.

"The child of the inquisitor propaganda, but what a curse!

"...it doesn't make sense, isn't it? Because it doesn't make sense."

Phenomenon raised his hand and rubbed his face hard, and asked still with a puzzled face.

“How long has that child been in school?”

"It's been less than six months."

"You mean that you beat up Jongnam's disciple after six months? Is that too one-sided?"

“……”

Ah… … .

When you think about it that way, it makes no sense.

"Luck sword! Where's the luck sword?"

"Here you are, longsword."

Unlike the others, the Unsword, who maintained a relatively calm look, showed an example.

"When that child entered the volcano, did he learn any other martial arts?"

"No. There was no sign of learning martial arts in Qingming."

"Then you're saying you've reached that level in just half a year?"

"Yes."

Hyeonjong looked back at the Unsword in disbelief.

"You're a genius..."

He said as if luck sword was not a big deal.

"Maybe that kind of expression is not suitable for a child. As a child who does not reveal himself very well, I have not been able to figure out the exact cause of his actions yet."

"Huh."

When Hyeonjong burst out in admiration, Phenomenon muttered to himself.

“I thought that geniuses and divine dragons were only in other people’s clans, but this is nonsense….. It’s like a golden calf suddenly came out of a sack of rice after searching through a warehouse.”

Hyunjong was also shocked.

"I thought it was just a belly button, but..."

His muttering voices represented the feelings of everyone watching.

How many things has Qingming done on the volcano so far? He didn't think it was necessary to have any talent for muhak. If it's a person from Cheongmyeongdo, it's not something a person with a conscience would do to want more.

But, does he mean that he has a talent for nothing? Is that enough to play with Jongnam's third disciple?

When everyone was not surprised, only Hyunyoung quickly finished the count.

"Anyway, I got the job. Isn't it a shameful thing to do?"

“……”

“……”

Hyeonjong and Hyungwon turned their heads blankly. Then, after a while, he looks at Hyun-young with a face mixed with anger and absurdity.

Hyun-young, who had become bloated for nothing, coughed awkwardly.

"For now, that's it. For now."

"Wow..."

"That's why it's a reminder that you have to learn martial arts properly. You're talking nonsense to yourself."

Hyunyoung showed an infinitely unjust expression on the face of the current situation. Hyeonjong just smiled lightly and threw his gaze at Cheongmyeong in the distance.

'Face chirera.'

Can we simply say this?

'perhaps… … .'

The outcome of today's Hwajong branch may not matter at all. It is possible that the volcano now has acquired talented people who will be responsible for the next 100 years.

“…the child of the volcano seems to have won.”

"Um, yes. It is."

“…wasn’t that a very one-sided thing?”

“Hey, that was unexpected.”

Hwang Mun-yak was leisurely enjoying the reactions he heard around him.

'Of course you should do that!'

Hwang Mun-yak does not know the extent of Qing-myeong's inaction. He didn't find his consciousness until the work of the galaxy top was finished.

He heard that he was hit with a blow by Lee Seong-baek and even vomited blood, but he didn't believe it. That request can't be like that. Of course, it wasn't the smoke to catch the pleural effusion, was it?

For Hwang Mun-yak, the inaction of Qing-myeong was an unknown territory. However, there is only one reason why he was able to watch Bimu in a relaxed manner.

'There's no way that small town can fight a losing battle.'

I can't say that I know Qingming very well, but he is the person who made the upper part of the galaxy into a group of tens of thousands of people with just one eye. From that point of view, the fact that Cheongmyeong stepped forward with such confidence means that Pilseung was confident.

Of course, it was more radical and more overwhelming than Hwang Moon-yak's expectations.

'Yes. I do not fight losing, this is clear.'

If so, is this Hwajong branch also a battle of his own for Qingmyeong? If Qingming thinks so, the result may not be what everyone expected.

"There are talented people in volcanoes."

"It's great considering its age. No, no, it's not enough to say it's great."

"You can't beat the last son's disciple by accident. Isn't there a big difference at first glance? If he was to take the lead in such a secret dance, that child would surely be an outstanding talent among the three descendants, but it can't be this one-sided. "

The conversations of the maintenance workers sound like a beautiful song to Hwang Mun-yak's ears.

However, Hwang Moon-yak did not miss the strange heat contained in the voices of the people who spoke casually. It is difficult to praise him greatly because he shows the sensibility of Jong-nam, but there is no one who did not notice that Cheong-myeong is a big fish.

'Don't even dream. This is the fish I caught.'

With this single streak, Cheongmyeong succeeded in getting more attention than Jin Geumryong. No matter how the Hwajong branch ends, the name of Qingming will be circulated throughout Shaanxi for a while.

Hwang Moon-yak glanced at Cheong-myeong's back as he returned to his seat with a smile.

"But now, it's only been won once. If all the other three great disciples lose, it'll just end with that kid was great."

“It definitely has to be the case.”

About Hwangmun He narrows his eyes as he sees the three generations of disciples welcoming Qingming as if interested.

'Come on, show me. Qingming seal!'

indeed.

Will it be over with one surprise?

Or will the volcanic counterattack begin?

Cheongmyung ate and sat down with a cat-like expression lying down in the warm sunlight.

His face, which looked like he was about to burst with irritation, was gone, and he had a refreshing expression as if all his complaints had been resolved.

'How can you be so happy when you beat someone!'

'Even the devil will not do that.'

But it was delightful that they were the same. Eventually, the words inside will burst out.

"Cheongmyeong-ah! Well done!"

"Didn't you step on it more?"

"All the ten-year-old jams are gone!"

Seeing the cheering priests, Jong-Yun Yoon smiled warmly.

'These are also called Taoists.'

If he had been through a similar situation before Qingming came, he would have said all sorts of things, such as whether his hands were excessive and whether a person who cultivates the Way can defeat people that much.

But now these guys have also been stained by Qingming, so they are about to hold a festival.

Even Yoon Jong couldn't help the corners of his lips that kept getting curled up.

"Cheongmyeong, you've worked hard."

"Well, I just came here to play."

It's unfortunate, but for this moment, even that seems dignified and just.

'I knew this guy was strong, but... … .'

It must have been enough to shake off Jong-nam’s disciple so badly that he couldn’t even use his hands or feet.

This was the first time Jongnam's disciple felt pity. Huashan was always in a position to receive sympathy, not a position to sympathize with them.

It was Yoon Jong who deeply realized that he was an object of sympathy for all men and women, regardless of age or gender, who was entangled with Cheongmyeong.

"Cheongmyung, you did a great job!"

"It was amazing! Great!"

Even if the relationship with Cheongmyeong is terrible, even the disciples, who are not in the crowd, flock around to cheer.

do it

The happiest people right now will be the second generation, neither the third generation nor the elders. Because Qingmyeong fully paid for the disgrace they suffered.

Defeat was also a defeat, but Jong-nam's ridicule continued throughout the course of the dance to the point of causing tantrums. In the midst of this, Cheongmyeong beat Jongnam's disciple as cool as ice water on a midsummer day.

Personal feelings are also emotions, but they were even more happy that the honor of the volcano, which had fallen in the previous Bimu, had been restored to a small extent.

'It's just cheeky.'

'If you have the skills, you can be cocky.'

'If you get to know him, he might be a good guy.'

With a shrug of his shoulders as he received cheers from everyone, Cheong-myeong looks back at Yoon-jong.

"execution!"

It was a firm voice. Yoonjong, who had guessed the meaning of the voice, nodded his head with a firm expression.

'It's my turn.'

Chungmyeong is enough to fulfill my role... … No, you overdo it. Now, Jong-Yun Yoon and the other executioners should take over the role.

I am determined... … .

"What are you looking at stupidly. Get out quickly."

“……”

No, this bastard is doing well and must be!

"……okay."

tell me what just don't rot

Still, there is something left to say.

"Do you have any advice or anything like that? Is it a characteristic of the last son Muhak?"

"If I tell you, can I use it?"

“……”

"Just get out. If you can see your head roughly, you can beat it."

"...for now, I knew."

Yoon-jong heads towards the unarmed with bewildered eyes. Looking at the eyes of those around him, Yoon Jong made a subtle expression.

'The atmosphere has definitely changed.'

It is a volcano that did not have a portrait house. However, thanks to Cheong Myung's perfect landslide victory, the mood changed dramatically.

The expectation that the three generations might be different.

It is Yoon Jong's job to make that expectation a reality.

"Whoa."

I don't want to be nervous, but things don't go my way. Maybe it's better if he doesn't receive expectations, isn't it because of Cheong-myeong's performance, he is also looking forward to it?

But on the day that Yoon-jong even loses... … .

It was then.

"execution!"

Behind his back, Cheongmyeong calls for Yoonjong. Yoonjong looked back with his hardened face.

Yes, you must have a conscience, but a word of encouragement... … .

"It's a bummer on the ground."

“……”

Ah. I forgot for a moment the fact that that guy was Cheongmyeong.

It's my fault. It's my fault.

Yoon-jong took a deep breath and hardened his face once again. And then he pulls out his sword and takes a stance. The eyes stare at the place where Jong-nam's disciples are gathered.

And he raised his sword and aimed at his servant.

"Yunjong, the third disciple of the great volcano, asks Jongnam for a secret dance!"

The wind began to blow towards the volcano.

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