Return of Mount Hua Sect

Bankruptcy is inevitable, you bastards! (3)

"The death penalty."

"Yes! Priest!"

"Keep a little tight."

"Yes! I will do my best."

The strength in the hand gripped his shoulder.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Yoonjong!"

"Are you an ambassador?"

"Yes that's right!"

Qingming's head turned slightly back. Yoon-jong's face, whose nuntaengi has turned into a bamtaengi, comes into his eyes.

“Still, since you’re the ambassador, I’ll treat you like that.”

"thank you!"

"Hold on."

"Yes!"

As Ambassador Yoon Jong began to rub his shoulder hard and start massaging him, Chung Myung kicked his tongue and turned his head forward again.

The executioners lined up with their heads nailed to the floor catch my eye.

"People……."

When Qingming opened his mouth, everyone flinched. It was a strange sight to see the men with their heads pounded on the floor trembling.

"...if you try to live a quiet life, you shouldn't have to help. Don't you? Executions?"

"That's right!"

"We thought it was short!"

Qingming let out a sigh.

Who was Qingming?

He is the three greatest swordsman. He was also recognized as the highest level of the three great swordsmen, and, with the exception of Cheonma, he was the unofficial first person in the world.

You don't even need strength to deal with these little guys.

No matter how weak they may be, these little ones can't handle the Qingming even if 3,000 people instead of 30 come.

"Until the new ceremony, I understand this. But, the new ceremony should also be human. There are things to do and things to not do in the conduit.

Everyone moaned without answering.

'What makes you so naive?'

'I feel like I'm being insulted by Suk-joo.'

I don't feel like talking to my peers.

Qingming clicked his tongue when he saw those executioners.

'I have to deal with these things.'

The more you think about it, the more ridiculous it gets.

"weather."

As soon as the words fell, the children got up like lightning.

"No matter how much a volcano is going down, the children who should be the cleanest in a volcano are like this."

Qingming clicked his tongue.

"I'm going to have to get him back in his mental state!"

“……”

The children slowly exchanged glances.

'No, something like that crawled in.'

'Who was that bastard who said he was a loser? It's true, really.'

'ruined. Now we have to live together.'

It was literally reminiscent of a portrait house.

It deserves it.

If you live with your master, there may be a place to escape, but the three great disciples must live in harmony with the Baekmaegwan. A tiger, even a bad-tempered tiger, wants to live in a place where rabbits used to live, so where can a rabbit sleep comfortably?

"Twitter."

Qingming opened his eyes and opened his mouth.

"priority."

"Yes!"

"Here, the death penalty, the hand that I am most familiar with the situation in the volcano!"

No one opened their mouth.

But their gaze was clearly turned to one side.

“……”

Seeing the gazes of the executioners focused on her, Jogul's eyes widened.

"hand."

“……”

"Soo-on!"

Jo-Gul's hand moves upwards helplessly.

'Let's see! these guys!'

Still, it's been so many years that we've been living together and selling the death penalty! Things with no conscience!

Jo-gal gritted her teeth and reluctantly stepped forward.

He stiffly raises his head and looks down at Cheongmyeong. Seeing his raised chin and slanted gaze, Cheongmyeong frowned.

"Jo-girl execution."

"……Yes."

"Even though the death penalty is a death sentence, isn't that a stiff head?"

"That's not it."

Joe Girl hurriedly raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I can't bend my neck to see where I'm going wrong while I'm stuck."

“……”

“……”

Qingming slightly clicked his tongue and got up from his seat.

"Follow me into the room."

"……Yes."

"Other executioners go to their rooms for today and rest. Whatever they do, they will do it from tomorrow."

"Yes."

"The death penalty follows."

As Qingming wiggled his fingers and climbed up, Joe Gul followed after him like an ox to the slaughter.

As soon as the two of them disappeared, the remaining three great disciples rushed to Yunjong.

"Metabolic! Are you okay?"

"Are you okay?"

"……Nope."

Yoon-jong caressed his eyes, who had turned into a chestnut. The sad thing was that the snow, which had become a nightmare now, would be fine tomorrow.

'If there is tea, the boarding house will solve it for you.'

It's impossible for him to go and braid it, because of his pride, and even if he tries to show off, he knows the history he has learned and heals and restores his body. By tomorrow morning, everyone will be in good shape as if they were hit.

In other words.

'It must have been that he thought of that and hit him only this much.'

The more he thinks about it, the more terrifying he gets.

"Now what?"

"How do you do what?"

"Are you going to attack me once in bed?"

"...will you do it?"

“……”

Everyone became honey-eaten dumb. In their minds, the image of Cheongmyeong, who ran wild like a wild beast a while ago, came to mind.

'no. This can't be done.'

'If you do it wrong, you die.'

Yoonjong shook his head. When I think of Cheong-myeong, who rolled his eyes and slammed the leg of the chair, dry saliva goes over.

"By the way."

Then someone said something that no one had thought of.

"Why was Priest Jo-Gal taken away?"

“……”

“……”

* * *

"Sit back."

"...I'll be standing there."

"Don't worry, sit down. I won't hit you."

"Not that."

Jogul hesitated slightly and opened her mouth.

"I can't bend my back no matter where I'm going when I'm hanging from the ceiling. It's comfortable to stand."

“……”

Qingming coughed in vain.

"So then."

"Why did you call me..."

“Let’s talk comfortably, death penalty.”

"……Yes?"

"It's a bit strange for the death penalty to use respect for a priest. Say it comfortably."

"Yes."

"Are you comfortable speaking?"

"Yes."

“……”

Cheongmyung lost his appetite.

Well, as long as you live, you'll be fine. Because today is not the only day

"Then why did you call me?"

"Ah. I have a few questions for you. I'd like you to answer them in detail as soon as you know what you know."

"Yes."

Qingming slowly opened his mouth.

"therefore."

"Yes."

"Are the children here mostly children of merchant families?"

"Yes, it is."

"Hmm."

Cheongmyung tapped the cheek with his finger.

'It's a merchant.'

In the past, there were many children of merchant families who wanted to enter the volcano. However, Hwasan was not willing to accept a person from a merchant family as a disciple if possible.

Because the merchant is vulgar?

Not like that.

As long as the attitude is there, it is not considered lowly because it is a merchant who accepts even beggars. The problem is that the children of Sangga usually do not come to become disciples of Hwasan, but to learn martial arts.

What difference does that make?

In the case of initiators other than merchant families, they often come in with the intention of burying bones in a volcano. After initiation, training, and receiving guidance, he eventually becomes a leader of the volcano and leads the volcano.

However, those who come from the shopping district remain as disciples of the family, learn only permitted martial arts, grow up and return to their own family.

Even in the secular world, he does not forget his status as a disciple of Hwasan and cooperates with a monk, but it cannot be compared to the disciples who remain in the main mountain. Disciples who went down to the world as a disciple are of great financial help, but it is because they are the disciples of the main mountain after all to lead and protect the volcano.

'Most of them are shopping malls... … .'

It means that even the three great disciples, who seemed to be numerous, will all leave the volcano once they have grown up.

'It's a good light bastard.'

Even though the fire raged, I could understand the thoughts of the long writer. No matter how many people they get out of, they say, it's better to fill in the insides than to have no disciples right away. If the number of disciples decreases, the price of the volcano will be cut off.

"But why are the executioners here?"

"What are you talking about?"

“If it was a shopping mall, there would have been some information, and then you would have known that the volcano is not in good shape. What did you come all the way here for?”

"Ah, that's..."

The jogger scratched his head.

"Actually, my family didn't originally want to send me to Hwasan. However, there were not many sects that could enter with my family's financial power. Although the volcano has collapsed, there are still many sects in the world. Those connections give me great strength.”

"Hmm."

According to Jo-Geul, the children of the shopping malls who come here are not very common. I don't mean bad. The merchant ultimately determines its value with the money he has.

If they had a lot of money, they would not have entered the decaying volcano. I would have paid more and went to a prestigious school.

'Then it means that there is no money left in the family of the three great disciples. You must have already received adequate money when you entered the school, and even if you received it, you are saying that living is a shambles.'

All the bones were sore.

It reminded me of the old days of long death sentences, holding books and tying up my hair at the end of the year. At that time, he said that he was too obsessed with money because he became a mastermind to the death penalty, but now that I think about it, it is a statement that could be beaten with a ledger.

People need money to live. Just because you're a Dao doesn't mean you only eat dew.

"Hmm. Then..."

"Yes."

"Are you planning to go back to your family after learning martial arts in moderation?"

"Usually yes."

"That's why the discipline is so sleazy."

There's no way there's love in a place where you've only come to wear a signboard in moderation. So, having such a nonsensical declaration ceremony, the death penalty would have to come together and do something crazy.

"Once you get it. Go away, the death penalty."

"then……."

"Oh, and."

"Yes?"

"When does your work day start here?"

"It's the beginning of Jinshi (7 am)."

“Tell them all to prepare and gather in front by the beginning of Myoshi tomorrow (5 am).”

"Yes?"

"Myoshicho."

"……Yes."

"And have the executioners prepare what I'm talking about from now on."

“We have to get together tomorrow morning, so what are we going to prepare?”

"no?"

"Isn't there any way you don't like it? Just leave it to me."

"Great. I like the positive attitude."

“……”

After a while, Jo-Geul, who heard Cheong-Myeong's instructions, left the room with a subtle expression. And sadly, his room was right next to Qingming's room, so he couldn't run away.

Hearing the footsteps of Jo-Geul moving away, Cheong-Myeong lay flat on the bed.

'Even a thousand miles starts with one step.'

I don't know who said this in the first place, but he is a very comfortable person.

He travels a thousand li, but when does he take one step at a time? Moreover, the road that Qingming had to go was only a thousand li. It is a long and difficult road that requires a long way to go even after going Gumanli.

'Still, it will start with one step.'

And that one step will start with these guys.

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