Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 27

Volcano has gained a belly. (1) The

sinuses were narrower than expected.

If it's natural to do, it's natural. If it had enough financial power to make a huge wretched iron, then the volcano at the time would have been called the first group in the world.

"...every day he whined that he had no money. I was spending money to make things like this."

I'm in deep rage, but what can I do? I can't even count on those who are already dead.

Cheongmyung went inside and looked around.

There were several things in the bin. What should I check first?

"money!"

Qingming rolls his eyes.

I would be here! The slush funds saved by the death penalty thrifty! A shining gold! Such riches as pottery shining brilliantly... … !

"It should be."

Cheongmyeong looked around and tilted her head.

What? why can't you see

Qingming opened his eyes wide and scanned the inside of his nose again and again. But no matter how much I wash my eyes and search, I can't see anything shiny, let alone riches.

Can't this be?

"Oh, no."

No matter how frugal the person who executed the long sentence was, it would have cost a lot of money as long as he was a long writer!

It would be common sense to plan for a certain amount of wealth to deal with a volcanic crisis or to use it in an unexpected situation, right?

"But why don't you have money!"

A great sadness comes over.

Ha, you fucking bastard. Did you not have any slush funds?

Qingming rubbed his face.

If there was a slush fund hidden by the long writer, it could have been used in many good places.

For the revival of a volcano, go to the kiru, go to the kiru, or go to the kiru… … .

"Ah, no! No! I am purely for the revival of the volcano!"

It sounds like someone's tongue is being clicked somewhere.

"Ew."

Qingming, who had abandoned his regrets, turned his head. In fact, there are things more important than wealth.

"Is this!"

Books arranged one after another on a bookshelf on one wall of the bi-dong.

Cheongmyung swallowed dry saliva and walked over to the bookshelf.

"This should be right."

Pull out the book you see in the middle and scan the contents inside. As he read each character, a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Yes!"

There can be no way!

As expected, the books displayed on the first shelf were volcanic ledgers that the long writer had put together. It was originally supposed to be in Jaegyeonggak, but it seemed that copies were made and collected in order to organize the documents that only long writers could know, and in case of any unforeseen circumstances.

There were not only the ledgers of the Qingming dynasty, but also the ledgers of the previous dynasty. With this alone, I can slap those rotten bastards in the back of the head.

"All these bastards are dead!"

This alone is worth the painstaking effort to open the door.

And on the second shelf… … .

"Oh!"

It's nonsense!

Cheongmyung almost screamed without knowing it.

The secrets of actual volcanoes are here… … .

"Huh?"

Qingming tilts his head.

"Isn't these real kids?"

Cheongmyeong's forehead narrowed. It's a bit different from the martial arts department I've been studying here. In the volcano, the secret ranks of muhak, which are now almost dead, are gathered one after another.

"Well."

Qingming scratched his cheek.

“You look like a very foolish yangban.”

It was decided not to pass it on to future generations, but it is certain that all of them are ignorant of the volcano. It seems that Jang Mun-in was reluctant to completely abolish and abolish such martial arts.

I was wondering if the loss of Muhak would have a negative impact on the future of Hwasan, so I had gathered these Muhaks here.

If the first library proves the writer's duty to the volcano, the second library contains the concern and affection of the long writer for the volcano.

"...a long sentence death sentence."

Cheongmyeong, who had tears in her eyes, scanned her nose.

"Don't worry. I will definitely put the volcano back to its original state."

No, it will make it more prosperous than the past.

Cheongmyung regained his appetite and turned around.

There's no rush, but it's ok. After all, the important rules of muhak are all in the mind of Qingming. It's just annoying to put it down in writing, but it doesn't have to be a secret. 'Cause if you make it, it's over.

And finally… … .

There was nothing in the third library.

There is only a single rolled up scroll in the empty library.

"What is this?"

Without hesitation, Qingming reached out and opened the scroll. And I started reading about a month later.

// Modification

/ Rectangle

long print.

If anyone is reading this, it means that the next generation of long writers has been decided. Sometimes, a single line of text conveys more than a hundred words, so I dare to leave my meaning in writing.

The position of being a long writer of a volcano is never a position to lead a volcano.

As anyone who has become a long-time writer in India already knows, the people who lead the volcano are the disciples of the volcano, and they are the children growing up in the volcano. Jang Moon-in is just enough to protect and support them so that they can carry out their will.

Now that you have become a long-time writer of the volcano, I hope you will put away the impatience that you have to lead the volcano. A volcano is just a volcano. No one can lead, no one can wield it.

succubus

Remember when you are tired of the difficulties of reality and the heavy burdens on your shoulders.

The volcanic spirit does not decay.

A volcano is just a volcano. Whether its momentum declines or flourishes in the world, a volcano is just a volcano. As a long-time writer, what the latter must protect is the spirit of the volcano and its spirit.

Pray that the will of the volcano that our ancestors protected will be passed on to future generations. And nurture descendants so that they do not change forever, and carry on our will.

I leave you with a heavy burden as a foreman and as a long writer of the previous generation.

Hearing, which is the longest sentence in the twenty-first generation of Daehwa Midwifery.

/square

"……."

Qingming looked at the writing on the scroll silently.

Know.

This is not a letter written by the death penalty Jang to Cheongmyeong. but it's cunning The person who needs to read this now is Chung Myung, not anyone else.

“It’s true… because he’s a yangban who nags a lot.”

Qingming sighed and put the scroll in his arms.

Others must be returned to the volcano, but this scroll cannot be yielded to the long writer.

"Well then..."

Cheongmyung smiled and turned around.

"I didn't get more than I thought, but this should be enough."

First of all, it is important to obtain a ledger. If you only have the ledger, you can retrieve all the businesses of the volcano. Then you will be able to get out of the debt that is holding up the volcano now.

So at this level... … .

Cheongmyung, who was about to go outside, stopped walking.

'Wait a minute.'

Something is a little strange.

'What's wrong?'

I can't pinpoint exactly what's weird, but I don't know what's wrong.

Why do you feel this way?

"for a moment."

third library?

Qingming's head turned.

long sentence form.

So, Cheongmun, who was the twenty-first generation writer of Hwasan, is a person with a bit of dyslexia. Therefore, the hearing room was always neatly organized.

It's not just a clean person. All furniture and bedding were arranged at an angle, and even if the symmetry was not met, he was a person who could not stand himself.

By the way.

Two full bookshelves on one side and one scroll on an empty bookshelf on the other side?

"No, no. No way."

I know because I've been through long sentences! We can't have that!

Cheongmyeong rushed to the empty library like a deukdal.

'There is something!'

surely there!

That awkwardly empty bookshelf keeps bothering me. Why did you put up a bookshelf to deliver that one letter? The death penalty Jang Moon knows, which Cheong-Myeong knows, is never that kind of person.

If the person who came here was not Qingming, but a long writer of the future, I wouldn't have thought of it as awkward! But the person who is here now is none other than Cheong Myung.

Qingming grabbed the bookshelf. And without hesitation, he moved to the side.

'There can be no devices out there.'

So there is nothing behind the bookshelf. Because that side was covered with perennial iron. But what about below?

there will be Of course, the floor will be covered with cold iron. But?

Cheongmyung, who moved the bookshelf, put his hand on the floor. And soon after, it begins to draw in Jingi.

'If it's a long-running death sentence that I know, this is it!'

If there is an awkward place, that is a trap.

Woo woo woo!

But nothing happened. I wonder if I'm lacking in strength, so something is missing.

'is not it?'

It was the moment when I was embarrassed to give up thinking that I had misunderstood.

exhilarating.

"...!"

have!

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

He pulled out the strength that Cheongmyung had been sucking and pulled him to the floor.

rumble!

Eventually, with the feeling of something falling out, Cheong-myeong lost her balance and fell on the floor.

"Ouch."

After hitting the back of his head a few times, all the stars flashed in front of him.

'Isn't it loud?'

I instinctively turn my head towards the entrance. However, there is no sign that Jang Moon-in noticed. Although it is said to be connected to the living quarters, since it is a distance and soundproofed, you will not be able to notice it easily.

than that!

Qingming jumped up and ran forward.

Obviously something was open.

Cheongmyung ran back to the spot and clenched his fists looking at the hole in the floor.

"Well then!"

What kind of person is the death sentence Jang?

"Because he's a really thorough yangban."

The double floor was made in case someone who was not a long-time writer would come in after opening this secret passage, just in case.

Those who came here through hard work would never have imagined that there was another secret hidden inside a common sinus. Even Cheongmyeong would not have known and left without knowing what kind of person the death sentence Jang Mun was.

Purple.

Light is emitting from that entrance!

light!

Subdued brilliance pours out one after another as if to give light to Cheongmyeong.

Without hesitation, Chong Myung pushed her body through the hole in the floor. The entrance is small enough to fit snugly despite the body of a small child. As I went down through the entrance, I found a space so low that it was difficult to straighten my back.

At that place… … .

Qingming stretched out his hand. Then he carefully closed the lid that had been opened with difficulty.

"Whew. Whoop!"

Now the sound won't leak, will it?

so… … .

Qingming's eyes widened. Breathing is rapid and the heart is pounding. Blood rushes to his face and looks like he's about to burst.

But what about anyone?

"Heh heh heh heh!"

Alright I'm dying!

There is happiness in front of him.

Gold bars neatly stacked on one side.

And various treasure swords arranged at an angle to the other side.