Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 23

Are you from Jongnam? (2)

"...Oh, the left Gung...Mida."

"Aren't you pronouncing it right?"

"...Im... the inside is bursting."

"Hmm."

nocturnal. So, Qingming crossed his legs and fell into a thought.

"therefore."

"Yes."

“You said that the money you lent to the volcano exceeded 100,000 nyang?”

"……That's right."

"A hundred thousand?"

"Yes."

"Hundred thousand?"

“……”

"Ten maaaaan?"

Yoo Jong-san wanted to cry.

'What do you say, ma'am!'

If you have a complaint, you have to resolve it through conversation. Fans are crazy like bullying people, so why bother people in this way?

"Hey."

"Yes!"

“Even if I take off your inner lining and sell it right away, it doesn’t look like it will come out for 10,000, let alone 100,000. You said you lent 100,000 to the volcano?”

"Ah, that's..."

Yoo Jong-san, who knew for sure what Cheong-myeong was taking issue with, answered with a broad smile.

“That’s the case with all things called high interest rates. If you lend money with a high interest rate, the interest will continue to increase unless you pay off the principal. Hehe. It becomes huge. If you swallow it in a gulp..."

Whoa!

"Ouch!"

Yoo Jong-san grabbed his head and rolled on the floor.

"I'm proud of you, ma'am."

"Shut up."

Qingming took a deep breath.

'Well, there's no point in blaming this guy?'

Apparently, the volcanic debt was not accumulated at the time.

'That's right.'

It is meaningless to come and borrow large sums of money now. The time when real money was needed was when the volcano was collapsing. I need money to get a basket to stop the leaking sand.

"By the way."

"Yes."

“Did I say you were the owner of the Hwaeumpomok store?”

"That's right."

“When did you buy Hwaeumpomok?”

"Yes? What do you mean? Our family owned that cloth shop from generation to generation."

“…they said it was the owner?”

"Yeah. As far as I know, I've heard that your great-grandfather made the Hwaeumpomokjeom."

Qingming smiled bitterly.

'Is that possible?'

the same Hwaeumpomok Branch was also one of Hwasan’s businesses.

Well?

Were all the successful businesses in Hwaeum-hyeon of Hwaeum?

'Of course.'

It's not unusual. In the beginning, Hwaeum was just a village with a few paddy fields until the volcano was established.

As the volcano was built and the number of visitors increased, a village was formed, and the volcano developed into a large prefecture by releasing money and creating various businesses.

Businesses that claim to make a little money in Hwaeum are basically volcanic.

But what? Hwaeumpomokjeom from my great-grandfather was dying?

Considering his age, his great-grandfather would probably be around the age of Cheongmyeong or younger than that. I have vivid memories of going to the Hwaeumpomok store to pick up children's uniforms, but the owner freezes to death.

'The smell is grassy.'

Let's see.

"I need some answers."

"...ask any questions you want."

“Then who runs Hwaseondaru?”

"This is Yu Rouge."

"Of course, it must have belonged to that family from several generations ago, right?"

"I know so."

“Of course, the oak top and chord gaeksa would do the same, right?”

"Yes. They are all masters of harmony."

Qingming smiled bitterly. Without asking any more questions, I'll know.

Then the people who ran businesses after the top of the volcano was cut off and went bankrupt, gulp it down, right?

"Huh."

No matter how hard I tried, I kept laughing.

There are two reasons why Huashan did not run businesses directly but entrusted them to agents.

The first is that, no matter how much Hwasan is a clan with a strong propensity to go to class, it is ultimately a Taoist class. Wouldn't it look good to others to see the masters running the dungeon and selling silk at the cloth shop?

And one more thing.

- Cheong Myung-ah. What the volcano wants is not to monopolize wealth, but to live well together. Aren't the people of harmony even if they do not belong to the volcanoes, but are not neighbors? If we live well together and we are full together, what could be better than that?

The good thing is to freeze to death.

'This is a person. Long sentence death sentence.'

There is one reason why the scriptures and the forefathers emphasize so many times that people should be able to repay their kindness.

This is because humans are beings who do not repay kindness.

No, I'm glad I didn't pay it back. A person can put a knife on the back of a benefactor at any time if it is profitable.

At the best, he gave me a favor to make a living, but instead of repaying the favor, the benefactor took advantage of the crisis and took the business and carried it.

Then I will know my sins and live with mercy. Putting rings on the volcano based on that business?

"Hey!"

Whoops!

When Qingming kicks Mt. Yu with all his might, the body of Mt. Yu rolls around like a ball.

"Aigoo!"

Qingming looked at it and sighed deeply.

'What are you going to do with this guy?'

Perhaps Yoo Jong-san doesn't even know what's wrong with what he's doing. He thinks that Hwaeumpomokjeom is really a business his family has been working on.

'How should I do this?'

Qingming couldn't help but fall into trouble.

In terms of temperament, I want to beat these guys right away, kick them out of the chord, and then go back to business, but it's not that simple.

Volcano is a prestigious political faction.

Even now, the name of the prestigious family has faded, but in any case, the image of the volcano that Qingming wants to resurrect does not deviate too far from the elite faction.

I don't know if it's a sapphire, but people called prestigious political factions threaten other people's businesses by force and eat them without any justifiable reason?

On that day, the name of the volcano falls to the ground.

"Even if it's twisted, it's messy."

I can clearly see how things went, but the solution is difficult. You must find a way to get your business back without intimidating by force and without losing your cause.

Easy to say! Say it!

"Turn it off."

Cheongmyung scratched the back of his head and looked back at Yujongsan.

"Hey, so..."

It was then.

"Stop!"

"Huh?"

Hearing the voice from behind him, he turned his head.

"Huh? Are you awake?"

One of Yu Jong-san's escorts, which had been blown up a while ago, came to his senses and aimed his sword at him.

I thought I hit it pretty hard, but now that he's already regaining consciousness, it looks like he's stronger than Chungmyeong thinks.

"You damn bastard!"

The escort grinded it.

"Cowardly make a surprise attack!"

surprise attack?

Qingming looked at the escort with a puzzled face.

"Hey, you ran into it first."

"You coward!"

"Uh, yeah. Then let's just do that."

I don't want to hang out with a guy like that. Let's just say so.

"Who are you?"

"Yes?"

“Given his skills, he doesn’t seem like an obscure pawn, but reveal your identity.”

The embarrassment grew a little more.

If I was going to reveal my identity, would I have been wearing a mask?

"What do you do when you know the identity?"

"I need to know who the dead on my sword is."

"...you were hit by me a while ago and passed out?"

Then, even if you find consciousness, you have to pretend to be dead. Why do you get up and earn a hawk? Did all the kids get stupid during my reincarnation?

"If I wasn't vigilant, I wouldn't be a person like you. I was an escort for a while, but I'm being humiliated like this. Do you know who I am?"

“……”

"This grown-up god is a trench swordsman Jeongbin. Even if you don't have much knowledge, you've probably heard of this body's name, right?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm not more knowledgeable than I thought."

“……”

Jungbin of the trench opened his eyes wide.

Although he is now on an escort mission to earn money, his name is widespread in Shaanxi. But you haven't heard of this name?

"jackanapes."

Jeongbin grabs his sword and aims at Cheongmyeong.

"Give me a chance to say his name before I die."

"under……."

Qingming took a deep breath.

Why in the world are there so many idiots?

"Hey, but I don't think that's what an escort means? No matter how you look at it, I'm closer to the person you're supposed to escort."

“The escort is good now.”

Ah yes. sorry.

You were a hot person.

"Be prepared!"

Even in the trenches, Jeongbin wielded his sword and rushed towards Cheongmyeong. Cheongmyung clicked his tongue when he saw that.

His strength is clearly stronger than Qingming. And the power, speed, and clarity are incomparable. By a general standard, Jeongbin is so strong that it would be rude to even compare him to Cheongmyeong.

So, is Cheong-Myeong weaker than Jeong-Bin?

you're welcome!

strength, strength, and speed.

That's not a measure of strength. It may be a measure for ordinary people, but it does not apply to Qingming.

Doesn't he have the experience of wielding a sword throughout his life and the memories of the plum blossom sword zone?

"Soundbite."

The sword of clarity is swung slowly. It is a powerless swing that seems difficult to catch even a fly compared to the power contained in Jeongbin's method of flying fiercely.

good!

However, the powerless sword clings to Jeongbin's powerfully flying sword.

"What?"

At that moment, Jeongbin opened his eyes.

As soon as the slow sword of Qingming clings to the drawing of the sword, a tremendous weightlifting force is suddenly transmitted through his arm.

"Aaaah!"

As his hands exploded, Jeongbin's tao soared into the sky.

"Come learn more."

The sword of clarity embroidered the sky brilliantly. It is not a vivid plum, but hazy flower buds bloom in the air.

dump.

Jeongbin's body fell to the floor like a rotten tree.

"Twitter."

Cheongmyeong clicked his tongue and retrieved the sword.

If I do not have the strength, I can use the power of the enemy.

A kid who can't handle even one of his own strength is not a match for Cheong-Myeong, even if a hundred people come.

"Know the subject..."

That was the moment.

"Yeah, of course!"

"Eh?"

When I turned my head, I saw Yoo Jong-san looking at him with very surprised eyes.

'Ouch!'

At that moment, Qingming realized his mistake.

Anyway, Yoo Jong-san is also a human being who lives on Hwaeum. The clumsy flower buds drawn by Cheong-Myeong may be the only way to guess his origins. Of course, if you had an idea, you would have already guessed it to some extent, but it's different from giving convincing evidence.

"As expected, you came from a prestigious family. I expected it."

The face of Cheongmyeong in the mask is distorted.

'Are you going to wipe it off?'

Or make sure you never open your mouth... … .

"That clean and splendid swordsmanship! A high level of martial arts! And above all, a gentle feeling of good spirit!"

what? do you feel virility

Then why not?

The moment Qingming hesitated, unable to find a way to respond, Yu Jong-san exclaimed with conviction.

"Even at such a young age, there is only one place nearby that can nurture people with such abilities! Right!"

"Oh, no..."

"Daejong Nampa!"

“……”