Return of Mount Hua Sect

Are you from Jongnam? (4)

"Shut up."

Qingming sat down on the floor.

"...I'm going to die."

This is not easy. Although it was a small garden, the mountain was a mountain. It can't be easy to rummage through the mountains.

Moreover, I felt like I was stealing because I was taking advantage of the dark night to avoid the eyes of the private tutors and the classmates.

'Damn body.'

This body never gets used to it. If it had been in the past, the sound of breathing would not have been disturbed even after three days and three nights of light work. However, this weak, weak body was often gasping for even the slightest movement.

It was the same when I went down to the chord to interrogate Yu Jong-san. Going up and down the mountain was ten times more difficult than dealing with that loud swordsman, so what can I say?

Moreover, it was not an easy task for Cheong-Myeong to do now.

“Whoa, whoa.”

With his hands on the floor, Cheongmyung took a deep breath and pushed his energy into the ground.

What are you doing in the middle of the night?

"Yeah, damn it."

The warehouse will be down here. But the problem is, I don't know where it is down here.

One way. Just checking them one by one.

Thanks to this, Cheongmyeong was now crawling up the mountain, pushing energy from point to point to find empty space. If there is an empty space under the mountain, it must be a warehouse.

Words are easy.

It's easy to say... … .

"This is how to find a needle in the desert."

Qingming let out a deep sigh.

If it had been him in the past, a small mountain this size would have been able to cover him with energy with just one lift of his hand. However, his current limit was to shoot with energy that was as long as one finger at best.

"Aigoo! I'm going to die!"

Moreover, it is not possible to continuously shoot that much energy. His inner podium, which should be called Bamtol's older brother, quickly came to an end even though he had not used it a few times. Every time that happens, I am repeating the tactic of fortune-telling again, gathering energy and shooting for the thirteenth time.

'If you don't do this, aren't you just doing something stupid?'

My body is tired, so I can't stop thinking. Cheongmyeong blew away the clutter that was digging into his head.

Arthur. Where there is a will, there is a way.

"It must be!"

Considering the nature of the long sentence death penalty and everything else, the ledger must be kept in a safe place. And there is only one place that is safe.

There is also a situation where you have to catch the straw. But a hope like this is more like a log floating on water than straw. How can you not catch it!

Once more!

"Gosh!"

Once more!

"I'm dying!"

Once more!

"What was empty. It's not up to me. Oops."

once… … .

no. Wait a minute.

"What's empty?"

Qingming widened his eyes. To confirm, he squeezes his energy and fires one more time.

'have!'

I felt something alien. There is an empty space below this. It is not yet possible to determine if the space was created by someone or if the empty space was created naturally due to the weak internal strength.

But it was certain that something was empty.

then?

"Hey!"

Qingming spit on the floor and stood up. Then he grabbed the pickaxe next to him.

"You must see it with your own eyes!"

Now it's a tough fight.

"Shut up!"

one shovel.

"Shut up!"

two shovels.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

three shovels.

iron puddle.

Cheongmyung fell straight into the pit. Dirt rushed into my mouth, but now I don't even have the strength to spit it out.

"Die, die."

damn body.

Just selling five pieces makes my arms tremble and my legs tremble. My back hurt as if it had been cut with a knife.

Anyone who learns martial arts is accustomed to suffering.

However, the pain caused by hard training and wounds and the pain caused by labor are different. Unfortunately, Chungmyeong was not very accustomed to the pain of labor.

Even if you are used to the pain of labor, this is not something you can do with a child's body.

Digging a decent land is difficult even for a strong adult male. Besides, this doesn't even work. It is something that must be done purely with strength and perseverance.

"Hey!"

Cheongmyeong, who spat out the dirt that had entered his mouth, widened his eyes.

"Come on. Whether you win or I win, let's try!"

However, if you give up here, the name Plum Blossom Zone will not cry!

"Uracha!"

Cheongmyeong vigorously started sharpening the pickaxe again.

If there is a space down there, you will definitely get there!

Whoops! Whoops! Whoops!

"Ura-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha!"

Whoops! Whoops! widely!

"Huh?"

widely?

Qingming quickly lowered his posture. Then he began to peel off the soil with both hands. After digging up the soil a few times, I felt something hard on my fingertips.

'brick?'

Qingming's face contorted. It feels strange to touch your fingertips. I can feel a crack in the middle. it is brick

It might be a good sign that there's something bricked up at the bottom of a mountain like this. Because it means that someone created an artificial space.

However, Qingming had a different idea.

If this place was the volcanic disaster, it would not have been cumbersome to defend it with bricks. It must have been a little tighter around it in case someone broke in.

But it's a brick... … .

'For now, let's dig.'

Qingming suppressed his disappointment. You can't be sure of anything until you see it with your own eyes. First of all, check it with your own eyes.

squishy.

When the soil was removed, a clear pattern of bricks was revealed. It was still the eve of the end of the year, and the level of martial arts was still low, so I couldn't see clearly, but it became clear that there was something underneath.

'Let's see.'

Qingming carefully grabbed one of the bricks.

As many years have passed, the bricks are firmly attached to each other. Pull the brick with force. Still, be careful not to break it.

surreung.

A brick slides up.

'That's right!'

Cheng Myung carefully pulled out the brick and shoved his face into the hole exposed below.

'Come here... … .'

Chongmyeong, who raised her eyes and looked down, frowned slightly.

there is nothing below All you see is just... … .

'I can't... … . Ah! hallway?'

fists are clenched

I didn't find it wrong. I searched for it properly, but it just came a little sideways. The place he found was not bi-dong, but the road leading to bi-dong. Due to the lack of ability yet, it has not been able to accurately distinguish between the road and the road and detect it.

But finding the hallway means finding the way to the bi-dong!

'great!'

The moment Cheong Myung raises her head and tries to lift the brick... … .

jerk.

Low footsteps were heard from inside.

'Suck!'

Qingming almost screamed in surprise. Someone is walking this way through the hallway.

'A long doorman?'

He tilted his head back and quickly covered the bricks he had pulled out. But there was a bigger problem.

'Oops!'

Light was leaking in through the cracks that were made when the bricks were removed. Cheongmyung hurriedly covered the bricks with her body and lowered her breathing to perform a deafening method.

'Why, at least now!'

If you scratch it, you might get caught. What would you say if a long-time writer found him after digging through the mountains and reaching this place?

you should never get caught

jerk. jerk.

The sound of footsteps walking down the dark hallway is getting closer. It wasn't that fast.

'It's the Jangmunin.'

It was clear that he was a long writer just by his appearance in the dark.

Fortunately, Jang Mun-in passed by the place where Cheong-myeong was looking down as if he did not feel anything abnormal. But there was no time to breathe a sigh of relief. It was because Jang Mun-in immediately stopped walking.

'There's a wall... … ?'

As your eyes get used to the complete darkness, you can see the inside more clearly. A large wall can be seen in front of the place where the long gatekeeper stopped.

no. not a wall

It may seem that way, but it cannot be a wall. Because the end of a long hallway is called a door, not a wall. The gatekeeper stands still and looks at the door.

'I knew.'

I expected that to be the case.

There must be no way for others to know about the existence of Bidong, which Qingming did not know, but only Jang Moon-in was more likely to know. It may have been passed on to the next generation of long-time scholars, just in case, or it may have been discovered by chance while using the residence.

But the strange thing is, if you know the existence of non-dong, why did the volcano become in this state?

In the bi-dong, there must have been the books and treasures that Jang Mun-sa-hyung had made, right?

It was then.

The gatekeeper quietly raises his hand and traces the wall, or no, the door. For a long time, as if touching something precious.

'What are you doing?'

It was an action that had no particular meaning.

However, the reason why I don't feel like I'm flirting with that figure is because I feel a different atmosphere from Jang Moon-in.

As he fumbled at the door, he lowered his head slowly. Then it doesn't move like that.

Only then did I know

I'm not trying to do anything.

That's a picture of someone who can't do that.

Cheongmyung looked at his back and bit his lip involuntarily.

small.

and shabby

The back of a great volcano long writer should always be wide and warm. But now, his back was bent like that of a village worn out by the years, and he felt only shabby.

I couldn't see anyone. Because there is no one here, I can show my back like that.

I can feel the long doorman's back trembling slightly, leaning against the wall.

'Ah… … .'

seemed to know

'You couldn't open it.'

Cheongmyung bit his lip.

my back hurts It hurts so much and it hurts.

collapsing volcanic waves.

ignorance declines and riches fall away. Those who push for debt become more and more harsh, and the enemy's blade is only getting sharper.

How desperate would it be to lead a volcano alone in such a situation?

How miserable would it be for a long writer who can't do anything while watching the volcano he's dedicated his life to collapse?

Still, I can't open my heart to anyone. Jangmunin is a person who should be a dependable to his followers. He is not someone who can depend on others.

Even if everyone collapses, he must firmly support this place like a giant tree with its broad roots on the ground.

so… … .

So, alone in this place, I am going to appease that pain and sorrow.

Grabbing the door of non-consent that won't open.

Qingming looked at Jang Mun-in's back with sunken eyes. As if trying to engrave that image in those two eyes.

Moonin Jang, who had not moved while holding the door for a while, raised his head quietly.

He stared intently at the door, then took a deep breath and turned around. And I slowly made my way back down the hallway.

Qingming held his breath until the sign of the Jangmun-in disappeared completely. Then he lifted the brick and jumped down the hallway.

".... ttt."

I saw a sight I didn't want to see.

'My fault is big.'

Not only that, but it was also the fault of the ancestors. The future of Kangho was important, but the future of the volcano was also important. It is important to solve the immediate crisis, but you should also think about the children that will be left behind.

"It's not too late yet."

If there is a mistake, you can take it back. From now on, Qingmyeong will bring back their lost years.

"Well then..."

I turned my head and looked at the door.

"Shall we open this damn door first?"

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