Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 11

Oh my God, the volcano is going down. (5)

"A child?"

"I sent him to his residence and reinstated him. I think we will just have to proceed with the induction ceremony right away."

"like that."

Unam's gaze turned to his feet. Hyeonjong saw this and opened his mouth with a smile.

"It looks unappealing."

"Rather than dislike..."

Unam, who hesitated a little, sighed and opened her mouth.

"I can't understand all of Jang's deep intentions, but it's hard to understand why he had to accept that child. Now is the time to reduce even one person's mouth."

"Yeah. That's right."

"I don't bring any wealth like other children, and I don't see any special talent for martial arts."

"Ummm."

"Above all, I don't feel any goodness at all. It seems like a child who doesn't fit into the gate. But why are you trying to raise that child as an enemy of the volcano?"

At Unam's point, Hyeonjong showed a soft smile.

"Is that so?"

"...the long-time man."

Unam took a deep breath. Sometimes Hyeonjong is so confused.

'I don't know.'

Although he had been assisting King Hyeonjong for well over ten years, it was still Unam that could not fathom his true intentions. Hyeonjong is too deep for him to pass.

"Unam-ah."

"Yeah, long-timer."

“Relationships sometimes come unexpectedly.”

Hyunjong smiled brightly.

"Maybe that child could be the light of a volcano?"

"...that child is too young to be the light of a volcano."

"Maybe."

Hyungwon's face darkened a little.

The current state of the volcano can be said to be a wind chime. It's holding up hard, but there's nothing strange about failing right now.

This was the reason why Unam was reluctant to use Cheongmyeong.

How great will the sense of loss be if you put an enemy in a clan that might go bankrupt tomorrow and are driven to the streets?

"I know the situation is difficult."

Hyunjong opened his mouth heavily.

"But, Unam. Plum blossoms tend to bloom even in the snow. Plum blossoms that bloom in the harsh cold are bound to give off a sweeter scent than any other plum blossoms."

“……”

"If we don't plant seeds just because winter has come, won't the possibility of plum blossoms in the snow disappear?"

"……Yes."

"Yeah. Go out and see."

Unam quietly closed the door and came out. Then he sighed and shook his head.

Every time he came out of a conversation with Hyeonjong, he felt like his heart was being ripped open.

However, as of today, even after talking with Hyeonjong, my heart did not feel refreshed, instead of feeling frustrated again. At Hyeonjong's words, young Hyeon-gi was still there, but his mind is still dizzy, probably because of the current situation of Hwasan.

The current volcano could not be saved on its own.

Hyeonjong tried his whole life, but the situation only got worse. If we go on like this, we won't be able to make it past this year.

Whenever I thought that a volcano boasting history and tradition could be completely wiped out, my heart ached and I sighed.

'Where are the volcanoes going?'

Unam quietly closed her eyes.

* * *

Chongmyeong blankly lowered her head and looked at the clothes she was wearing.

A white robe catches his eye. Looking at the robes with five plum blossoms engraved on their right chest, I get a strange feeling. It felt like my whole body was tickled... … .

"No, it's really tickling, this one."

The material of the clothes is so bad that every time it touches the skin, it feels like it is being stabbed. If I hadn't tried on rags before coming here, it would have been very uncomfortable because I couldn't get used to it. A month of living as a beggar helped in this regard.

"Twitter."

Qingming frowned.

“It varies.”

In the past, Huashan was not a clan overflowing with money like a shaman or Shaolin, but it still raked in enormous wealth as an old file room.

Of course, I couldn't spend the money to my heart's content due to the long-running death sentence's theory that there is nothing more fun than a master's greed for wealth, but at least it was enough to dress his disciples in nice clothes and feed them good things.

But when I say that my clothes are tangled... … .

"But what did these guys do with all that money?"

There must have been heaps of money in the safe!

No, it's the money in the safe, though. There are only a few juru and business places that Hwasan has in the perineum, but they sold all the money, so why do they dress children like this?

Even if you say that you can't do it properly because you haven't been able to teach it properly, isn't it incomprehensible that even the money you had was wasted?

Qingming took a deep breath.

"There's no such thing as a corner that works properly."

Arthur. The more I think about it, the more my head hurts.

Expectations only increase disappointment.

"Anyway, I made the entrance."

introductory was made. introductory.

The worst disaster happened, in which the world's plum blossom swordsman became the youngest member of the volcano, but anyway, what did he enter?

It wasn't the way Qingming wanted, but he succeeded in entering the volcano anyway.

There are a lot of problems to be solved from now on, but isn't the path of a thousand miles only one step at a time?

No matter how difficult and difficult a task is, there is nothing that cannot be done if you work it out step by step. Most things in the world are going to be solved if you roll people to die and roll them over and over again... … .

"But where the hell are you?"

There is a fundamental problem.

Jeongak, where Cheongmyeong is now located, was used as an auditorium in the past. However, what has changed in the meantime, the past appearance has disappeared out of nowhere and has been transformed into a dormitory.

According to Qingming's memory, there is no concept of accommodation like this in Hwasan. Those who are newly admitted immediately form a priestly relationship with their master and begin living in the master's residence.

Then what the hell are you doing here?

'It's strange to see it as a place to stay for a while before making a priestly delay.'

For such a place, the basic facilities were well equipped. No matter how you look at it, this is a place made for people to live.

'Am I the only one here?'

Qingming quietly came out of the room.

The rooms were lined up on the left and right around the narrow hallway. It is not different from the appearance of the audience in the past.

Qingming opened the door to the next room. In the room, clothes and various household items are visible.

'Who lives here?'

Qingming tilted his head.

Who dares to live in such an object... … .

"Who is it?"

Qingming turned his head.

'OMG.'

You don't even notice that someone is approaching you! this kind of mistake.

'Ah. Am I not free now?'

Even when he came to the volcano, he learned that only his meatballs should die. Thanks to this, my body is getting stronger, and the foundation laid on the floor is becoming a vast expanse of land... … .

Realistically, the only thing that could be utilized right now was the internal hole that had gathered as much as a fingernail.

It is impossible to maintain the same sense of clarity as in the past with the amount of air that spans the subtle line of existence and non-existence.

"Who is this bastard, he's spying on someone's room. Is he a thief?"

The mouth is a bit rough.

It was a child who seemed to be the age of Cheong-Myeong. As the child screams, some children rush up the stairs.

"what?"

"Jogirl! Why?"

A child called Jo-Geul points at Cheong-Myeong and stings.

"This bastard was spying on my room."

"Who are you?"

"You look like a newcomer?"

The gaze of Cheongmyeong turned to the ceiling of the hallway.

'Why have you come alive?'

Do you see this kind of cruel thing?

It's also heartbreaking to see the blue young guys pointing at them, but looking at them, they look like celadon boats. In terms of distribution, Qingmyeong is like their great-grandfather.

Of course, you may not know.

But how should I understand that those who say they have enemies on the gate make fun of their mouths as if they were intimidated by a local bully? It was a time when I was thinking about where and how to fix these guys' burlesque hair.

"What a fuss!"

"Ugh!"

"Luck Sword Sasukjo!"

At the sound of voices from below, the children retreat to the left and right. A man came up the stairs and frowned.

The clumsyness is reflected on his face and gestures. I could feel the rigor that even if I stabbed it with a needle, not even a drop of blood would bleed.

A person called Unsword glanced at everyone with sharp eyes, befitting the sword (道呼).

"Why do you come back to the coffin and make a fuss at the peak of your training time? Who said it's okay to be lazy?"

“No, that’s not it… my uniform was dirty, so I came to get a change of clothes.”

"Where's the excuse!"

"sorry."

The children were frightened and took an immobile position. In the meantime, he couldn't give up glancing at Cheongmyeong.

"you?"

"It's called Qingming."

“You are a new member of the Baekmae Kwan from today.”

“Is it White Mae-gwan?”

"This is Baekmae-gwan. It is the dormitory where the three great disciples of Hwasan live. Haven't you heard of it?"

"... a dormitory?"

The man frowned.

"Didn't you know that it is polite to answer a question before asking a question when the inquisitor's lord asks a question?"

"Oh, yes. I'm sorry."

John. it's john

… … Damn it.

Once again, my mind was empty. The children who had not even entered the volcano at the time he crossed the volcano must now be served as the chieftain.

'This is non-owned.'

They say that to become a true Daoin, you have to give up your position and face. You will be forced to go through a level that you have not been able to reach even after you endure it for the rest of your life.

I will climb really.

"You too, come along."

"Yes?"

"Whether it's late or early, you have to practice. It won't make any difference if you get a day earlier. It's not the job of a practitioner to waste time."

Qingming agreed with that statement.

In order to change this terrible situation, Qingming must be strengthened even one day soon. For that, an environment and time to focus on training were absolutely necessary.

The problem is that what they are trying to teach him is basic martial arts that are useless to Qingming.

'It's the board I have to teach you.'

"Come down."

When the man leaves first, the children follow the man. One of them glanced at him and turned his head toward Cheongmyeong.

It was a guy called Jo Girl.

"I'll see you tonight."

“……”

"Because I'll fix your burjang hair."

"...Yes, yes."

"I think you'll be better off if you run away."

"Come, come."

"This is real!"