Return of Mount Hua Sect

How's this going? (1) I had a

dream.

No, he didn't know if this was a dream, a memory, or just a zodiac lamp. He didn't know if he was dead, dying, or not dead.

All you see is the past.

Very childhood memories.

His appearance when he first entered the volcano.

The scenery of training with the death penalty.

And it was the figure of him who could not adapt to the strict norms of the school and went out.

- Before you are a warrior, you are a warrior. Are you saying you don't know that power without Tao is just violence?

plain nagging.

It was boring.

Therefore, although he was a disciple of Hwasan, he did not fully follow the teachings of Hwasan. Although his natural talents were so great that he earned an undeserved nickname of “Maehwa Sword Zone”, he was a heretic of the volcano.

Why didn't you know?

Even if the teaching doesn't make sense, even if it all feels old-fashioned... … . that everything he owns came from a volcano. That he had admired the volcano so much.

It was too late realization and too late regret.

If I had paid more attention to the teachings, so I could have been a little stronger, I might have changed this terrible ending. If so... … .

- Do you regret it?

Cheongmyeong quietly accepted the voice that resonated softly.

This is the voice of the death penalty.

long sentence form. He was his father, his older brother, his family, and his goal.

He wanted to follow, but he could not follow, so he had no choice but to turn away.

Yes. I regret it.

I regret it. execution.

- No regrets.

There is a subtle warmth in the voice of the death penalty.

- Yes, it's a volcano, isn't it?

… … execution.

- one.

The laughter of the death penalty seems to be heard.

Infinitely warm, infinitely benevolent.

- It is still a volcano.'

damn it!

Still wo... … .

bad?

huh? bad?

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

I feel a terrible pain in my head.

sick. it hurts to tears

No, what kind of pain is this? It didn't hurt so terribly when the limbs were cut off?

"Ma'am, Heaven?"

Isn't this bastard dead?

ㅤㅕㅇMyeong instinctively raised both hands and covered his head. If this bastard isn't dead yet, somehow he'll have to stop breathing again... … .

"Cheereounmaaaah?"

But what came back was not the majestic voice of the devil, but a thick and twisted voice that anyone could hear.

"Yes?"

When I open my eyes, I see an unfamiliar face.

'Beggar?'

Beggar. It is also an open space. Judging from the knots on the waist, it's only ilgyeolgae (一結?). In good words, he is the last beggar who has started to open up, and in bad terms, he is a beggar among beggars.

A beggar with a grumpy and scruffy face looked up at Cheongmyeong and was sulking.

'What is it?'

I don't understand the situation.

Qingming tilted his head and looked at the beggar. Seeing that reaction, the beggar's face begins to turn red with irritation. It looks really mean too.

"Chunma is the one who will freeze to death! This bastard is so sleepy and sleepy. You bastard! Everyone else went to beg, but what kind of whole body are you sleeping on? Did I say that? Were the narrator's words funny?"

The beggar turned the batting stick in his hand.

Wait a minute.

'So that's it now... … Are you threatening me?'

"her?"

A smirk came out of nowhere.

I do not understand the situation, but it is not necessary to interpret it according to the situation.

Who is Qingming?

Among the many swordsmen in the world, the one who ranks among the three fingers is Qingming. The people of the world praised his sword as the essence of volcanic martial arts, and praised it as a high-ranking nickname of the plum blossom sword zone.

Besides, the horse is the three great swordsmen, and two of the other three swordsmen cannot be his opponents. Didn't even that angel recognize his sword as the best in the world at the last moment?

Even if the open ark comes, you will not be able to lift your head stiffly in front of him.

But a threat?

Fishing for fish?

"Huh? Huh? Are you laughing now?"

The beggar looks at him with absurd eyes.

"Look. Speaker."

"Look?"

“I don’t seem to understand the situation right now, so I’ll put that down for now.”

"Huh. Heh heh heh heh. Heh heh heh heh."

The beggar started to laugh as if it was really ridiculous. Seeing the scene, Qingming also frowned.

How dare you show such a reaction in front of yourself.

At that moment, the beggar slapped Cheongmyung's head with a baton stick.

'her.'

it's not funny

How dare you do something like this knowing who I am? I guess I'll have to fix this beggar's habit today.

First stop this slow bursting stick!

Cheongmyung slowly raised his right arm. First, grab that stick and properly fill the gap in skill... … .

… … uh?

uh?

'Slow?'

Why are my arms so slow?

The club is flying, but Qing Myung's hand has not yet reached the club.

No, you should already be holding on to that stick the moment you make up your mind, right? Oh, maybe the injury isn't getting better yet?

Then do your best... … .

uh? what?

Qingming's eyes widened.

In the middle of his field of vision, he sees a club flying towards his head. And a small hand appeared at the edge of the field of vision. A small hand moving towards the club at slug-like speed.

too small and... … .

short?

uh?

Shouldn't this be shorter? If it's short, I can't stop it... … .

The club wielded by the beggar passed Cheongmyung's arm and landed on the top of his head.

Woo woo woo woo!

Thunder is ringing in my head

squeaky.

The body of Cheong-myeong, who was shocked by the collapse of the world, moved neatly behind her.

twitch. twitch.

Chongmyeong's body, spread on the floor, convulsed.

Miscellaneous thoughts about how things are going and how to deal with them are cleared out of my mind. All that was left was the pain as if heaven and earth were opening up.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Cheongmyung grabbed his head and rolled over.

Even when my arm was torn off by Chunma, it didn't hurt this much!

"You bastard!"

The beggar who slapped Cheong-myung's head began to spit on his hand and beat him in earnest.

"Obtain the situation? Understand the situation? Come on! I'll make sure I understand the situation today! If this bastard wants to go crazy, he's going to go crazy! Did he eat the heat! Hawks are the medicine for the heat, you bastard!"

The club is dazzlingly fanning the body of Cheong-myeong.

"Wick! Ah ah ah ah ah ah! This beggar is crazy! I can't stop right now... ah ah!"

"Die! Die!"

"Oh, it hurts! Evil!"

The cry of Cheongmyeong began to change little by little at the frantic pouring of beating.

puck! Whoops! puck!

"You bastard! I won't let it go! I'll open up my life today..."

"Open it! Please open it, ma'am!"

"Ah! Aaaah! Why can't this be blocked! Aah!"

Whoops! Whoops! Whoops!

“That… in moderation… no, ah ah ah ah ah ah!”

There is no hesitation in whipping.

"...save me..."

puck! Whoops! Whoops!

“Sa, save me!”

As if implying that the new life to be unfolded will never be smooth, it was a clear name that was beaten like a fortune-teller from the start.

* * *

"...Ah. I hurt my self-esteem."

Cheongmyung grabbed the cloth that had stuck in his nose and pulled it out.

"Oh, hey."

I feel a sharp pain in my nose. The moment he saw the dirty cloth stained red, Cheong-Myeong's face was dyed with utter despair.

Kopirani!

It's not even a nosebleed with blood refluxing because of an internal injury, it's a nosebleed from being beaten!

Does this make sense?

It wasn't just coffee. There is no holy place in the whole body.

Not to mention the blackened bruised eyelids, and it felt like there was no place in the body to the bone. Have you ever in your life ever been beaten to make you so rusty?

I've never been hit like this in spite of all kinds of accidents at a volcano that boasts strict discipline, I'm sure I'll get my first experience (?) through a beggar.

"You're going to be devastated..."

The hand of the beggar wielding the batting stick smelled of an expert. The beating that slashed without leaving a single part of the body was almost a state of art.

If it wasn't for you, the target of the stick would have applauded you, but... … .

"These open bastards. I'll dry the seeds."

Now I am simply angry.

Chengming, unable to overcome the rising heat and irritation, lay down and fussed. But if I try to fuss, it only hurts my body.

“No, more than that…”

Qingming quickly got up and went to the river. And he tilted his head forward.

The young face you see for the first time is reflected on the surface of the water. When Cheong-myeong distorted his face, the young man also distorted his face, and when Cheong-myeong sighed, the young man sighed too.

"...how is this going to happen?"

Why do you see the face of a young man on the water surface?

no, what a nice face The change in face is understandable. After all, the younger the face, the better, isn't it? It's too young for being young, but it's better to be young than old.

Besides, no matter how much I think about it, this face is more handsome than the old Cheongmyung. So that's no complaint at all.

The dissatisfaction part is that the body has also become younger.

'Short.'

His limbs are originally shorter than his. It's not because he's born short, it's because he's a child who hasn't grown up yet.

Moreover, as this body grew up, it must have been unable to even eat the porridge, leaving only bare bones. Even now, I have no energy and I am hungry, so it is difficult to raise a hand.

Ah. That's right.

anyway!

"therefore……."

to sum it up.

"It means I'm alive."

The word "I" may not be appropriate. No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like the plum swordsman, Cheongmyeong. The old man who was close to eighty had turned into a child's body.

Plum Blossom Sword Zone Qingming was not alive, but Plum Blossom Sword Zone Qingming had entered the body of a beggar child. Even with full memory.

"It's the devil's job to sing."

Is this the reincarnation in Buddhism?

Had I known this, I would have entered Shaolin instead of Volcano.

Pushing away the sudden deepening of dissatisfaction (?), Cheongmyung, who had been trying hard to ignore, raised his hand and scratched his head.

"Ouch!"

His whole body throbbed as he moved his hand violently. The more you think, the more you heat up.

"It won't change anything if you gossip about it."

Not a dream, not a fantasy.

I wondered if the heavenly demon performed magic magic, but if she could perform such a vivid magic magic, she would have already ruled the world.

I don't know what the English is, but anyway, I have to admit that all of this is real.

If so, it is very clear what Chungmyeong should do from now on.

"...for now, I'll have to figure out how the alternative situation is going."

Chong-myung jumped out of his seat and started running again towards the beggar's cave. No, I was going to run.

"Shut up."

I couldn't take a few steps and I fell back on the spot.

"You beat me to a bang, you bastard."

Chengming's eyes began to burn.

“No matter the situation, I will always be able to open up.”

Just because he died and came back to life did not mean that his dirty personality was going anywhere.

He soon got up again and, wriggling, walked to the beggar's den.

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