Return of Mount Hua Sect

You and me, let's work together. (4)

A cold mountain wind blows into your arms.

Hyungwon's gaze turned to a distant place. Beyond the volcano, beyond the chord, there is a distant southern land.

Behind Hyeonjong, who is silently staring far away, Hyunyeong opens his mouth.

"Isn't it time for the news to come by now?"

"...Ummm."

"Hey, they look like indifferent people. It would be nice if you could send me a quick alert to see what's going on."

Hyunyoung smiled bitterly at Hyungwon's words.

"They didn't go out to play, they were the children who were on a mission. Is there any chance for that?"

"It's frustrating, isn't it? It's frustrating!"

Hyunyoung pretended to hit her chest. Hyeonjong narrows his brow slightly.

“What would you do if you were an elder and didn’t have the patience?”

"Are you talking about the executioner Jangmun? He's been up here about ten times a day and doing that."

“……”

Hyungwon shut his mouth and shook his head.

Today alone is the third time I climbed a mountain because I couldn't control my frustrated heart. Now, even Jeon Hyun-young and Hyun-young are following him up the mountain.

"It'll be fine."

Phenomenon secretly takes Hyeonjong's side. But Hyun-young didn't seem to like it either.

"The speed is good. No matter how difficult it was, you would only deal with shamans with the kids, so don't worry?

"Aren't these children second to none? They're different from us, so they'll do well."

Hyungwon's face contorted slightly.

"It has to be different. They should never be like us."

In those words, the pain of the wise man was young.

They were the ones who witnessed the collapse of the volcano with their own eyes and experienced it with their own body. I have seen countless times people who believed in them turned away, and those who thought they were the death penalty turned their backs on the main mountain.

In the midst of the chaos, he could not even properly equip himself with Martial Arts.

So, was the sadness you experienced again horrendous?

"They have to be different. They have to live with atrocities. They shouldn't live like us."

"The honor of the volcano..."

Hyun-young cut off his words when Hyun-sang was about to say something.

"Honor and Nabal, what's so important? I'm satisfied with that as long as they don't get fed up and go somewhere where they aren't being ignored."

Phenomenon didn't say anything and closed his mouth.

Hyeonyeong, who has been in charge of the re-gyeong-gak for decades, in those words, how can honor and fame not be important to a martial artist. So I can't say anything rude.

"These children should be a new name for the volcano."

Hyeonjong shrugged softly.

"We have enough of that manure, if we can use it as manure."

It was then.

Hyeonjong's head turned slowly while he was speaking. Down there, Unam was running up the mountain.

Unam, who had climbed the mountain in a hurry, prepared a courtesy towards them.

"What happened?"

"The small business owner of Hwaeum has sent us a message from Namyoung."

Hyungwon's eyes widened slightly.

"Oh, the small business owner!"

Hyeonjong looked at Unam with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. I want to tell you to talk about the news right now, but I'm afraid that it might be bad news.

That's why I can't get it to work again.

But Hyunyoung doesn't seem like that.

"Speak quickly!"

"Yes. Legend has it that Hwayeongmun and Jongdogwan's children and shaman's disciples performed the dance on behalf of Hwayeongmun and Jongdogwan. And Hwasan won and Jongdogwan decided to leave Namyeong!"

Hyungwon opens his eyes.

"Is that true?"

"The small business owner said he's already checked it several times. So it must be true."

"Shaman and Bimura. You mean you won the match against the shaman?"

"That's right, Longman."

"Heh heh. Heh heh heh heh."

Hyeonjong couldn't keep up with his words and burst out laughing.

Phenomenon smiles and says:

"Look at that. Didn't they say they were different?"

As a phenomenon of knowing the skills of all the children who went to Namyeong, it was unimaginable that those children would lose to their peers.

The only thing that bothered me was that I couldn't exactly know the skills of the shaman's disciples, but now even that has been resolved.

"Then what about Hwayeongmun?"

“It seems that Hwayeongmun continued to remain in Namyeong and started receiving Mundo again.”

"It worked really well."

Hyunyoung also smiled brightly at that time.

"I knew you could do it! Ah, what kind of bastards they are!"

"Hey, you beat the shaman."

"It's amazing. Those kids will really shine the name of the volcano. And one day..."

Phenomenon shut his mouth to say something.

This was a very sensitive issue, so I couldn't bring myself to speak.

If the second and third disciples grow up like this, there will come a day when the volcano will return to the old file room again.

It's like a dream so I can't put it into words.

"Yeah. The children said they would come back right away?"

"I haven't been contacted directly, so I don't know that far. But, since there's nothing left to do in Namyeong, why don't you come back now?"

"Well, I guess."

Hyunjong smiled and looked back at Hyunyoung.

"Regyeong footnote."

When the title changes, Hyunyoung also straightens her posture.

"Yeah, long-timer."

"Shouldn't we be prepared to welcome the children who have suffered and will return?"

"Don't worry. I'll prepare well."

"Yeah. I'll be back in three days or so."

With his warmest eyes, Hyeonjong gave his gaze again to the distant land of Namyeong.

'You've worked hard, these guys.'

And it was then. Hyunyoung opened her mouth as if wondering.

"But it's kind of weird."

"What do you mean?"

"Cheongmyeong doesn't seem to have had any major accidents. If he had done something, the news would have been the first to hear about it."

Hyeonjong burst out laughing at him.

“Isn’t that guy also a pottery person? If it leaks from the inside, should it be engraved from the outside too?”

“I do.”

"With this, the world will know for sure that our volcano has not yet fallen. And you will also know that the disciples of the volcano are second to none in the world. Now we have to work harder."

"Of course. Long writer."

"Yes, yes."

Hyunjong smiled brightly.

His gaze was so clear and transparent.

But… … .

People here didn't know.

What 'that' Cheongmyung is doing now.

Things in the world never work out the way you want them to. This is especially true when it comes to matters related to cheongmyeong.

* * *

"So..."

The elder of the shaman, Heo San-ja (虛散子), turned his head to look at Jin-hyeon, instead of looking straight ahead.

"As you said before..."

"……Yes."

"There is no other clan in Namyeong other than Hwayeongmun."

"Yes."

"Namyeong itself is no different from the countryside, so there aren't many eyes to see, right?"

"That's right."

Heo San-ja looks forward again. After taking turns giving his gaze several times, he opened his mouth trembling.

"Then what did all those people mean?"

"……that."

Jinhyeon also looked forward blankly.

Well, what should I say about that?

bubbling?

Or gurgling?

The entrance to Namyeong was filled with people. The problem is that they are not occupying the entrance to Namyeong, but are entering Namyeong now.

In other words... … . It means that the multitude of people in front of you now are only a part of those heading to Namyeong.

Moreover, seeing that they are all wearing military weapons on their waists, there is no doubt that they are all Moorim.

"……Huh."

Jinhyun knew it intuitively.

'He must have done something else!'

Other than that, there is no explanation. In Jinhyeon's mind, the face of Cheongmyeong splitting in threads comes to mind.

puddle.

Jinhyeon, who has replaced this, speaks lowly.

"I think those volcanic bastards have done their job."

"……Work?"

"Isn't that the spread of Jangbodo?"

Heo San-ja's pupils shake slightly.

"...that, spreading it? What the hell are you thinking?"

It is impossible to accurately measure the value of a sword gun. So, isn't the shaman also risking his life and death for this work?

By the way, you're going to spread the news that contains that valuable information?

'Is this what a sane human would do, right?'

Heo San-ja looked at the entrance to Namyeong with eyes that were speechless. Heo San-ja, who is evaluated as having a particularly calm disposition even within the shaman, could not help but panic at this moment.

I've heard countless times while coming here that the volcanic god dragon or something is insane. But I'm sure he's just going out this way.

"Even if you spread the news, you mean that people can gather here in just three days?"

“…they seem to have leaked the information that the sword gun is near Namyeong. It seems that all the Moorim people around Namyeong have flocked to it, don’t they?”

"Ugh."

Heo San-ja's eyebrows twitched.

This is what they most wanted to avoid. The sword gun is a place worthy of blood just for its existence. So, why didn't you try to solve the matter in secret?

'This is something that even feels malicious.'

Heo San-ja recognized the situation immediately.

This isn't something someone did with a sword gun. This is something the shaman did to prevent the shaman from entering the sword and excavating alone.

“Did you say that the child who took the Jangbo-do is a volcano god?”

"That's right."

'What the hell are you doing?'

The more I think about it, the more absurd it gets.

'How could that little boy write such a poisonous number?'

If I can't eat it, neither will you. No, even if you eat it, it means that you should try it.

Heo San-ja gives strength to her closed lips at the deep malice that comes from Nam-young.

"How are you doing, Elder?"

Heo San-ja's eyes fell heavily at Jin-hyeon's vague question.

It is true that I was perplexed, but I cannot continue to be surprised.

"The fact that you're heading to Namyeong... means that you haven't unlocked the Jangbo-do yet, right?"

"It seems so."

"Well."

A saliva flowed from the mouth of Heo San-ja's mouth.

'malice… … . Malice.'

The idea of ​​grabbing an ankle is highly bought, but I am not a shaman to be caught by the ankle.

"Then it won't change. The plan of avoiding people's eyes has gone awry, but as long as you can get into the sword gun first, it doesn't really matter."

The eyes of the shaman disciples became firm.

"Look."

He glanced forward. There were people who were looking at this side by side. Some of them even glanced openly, conversing with each other.

"It's already attracted attention. If we start moving, they'll try to get in the way."

"Yes."

"One and only. Don't forget. We are shamans. If we put our minds to it, no one in the world can stand in our way!"

"Yes, Elder!"

The name of the shaman sets fire to their hearts.

"I was just trying to avoid clutter, not to hide because the world was afraid. Now everyone will know that."

Heo San-ja, who looked at everyone once, spoke in a cold voice.

"Get ready. I'll go with a sword gun."

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