Return of Mount Hua Sect

Volcano has gained a belly. (2)

"Ummm."

Hyeonjong sighed softly as he watched the sunlight coming in through the window.

For some, that sunlight may be the start of a pleasant day. But for those who have a hard time living the next day, there is nothing more resentful than that sunlight.

'It's morning again.'

Finally, the day started again.

Two days have already passed. Until the date Gong Rouge said, only five were left.

oil. just five days.

Hyungwon quietly closed his eyes.

'Oh work.'

If 100,000 nyang is not prepared within that short period of time, the volcano will lose all of its buildings and sit on the streets.

There are three things that make people live.

Clothing (衣), food (food), and finally alcohol (住).

Losing a place to live means no longer being able to live.

Of course, those who belonged to the volcano will somehow find a different life. But the volcano will no longer be able to maintain the name of the volcano (華山).

There may be people who have the will and the will to continue the name of the volcano, but that is just a name. For many years, it was as if a death sentence was given to Hwasan as a prestigious family.

If the huge sect that had thousands of pupils shrank to about a dozen and continued in the form of no-gong for home appliances, could it be said that they did not disappear?

Those who have lost their home have no choice but to disperse. There will be people who will follow him for a while, but as life gets tough, everyone will find their way and leave.

so gradually... … .

'no.'

Hyungwon shook his head violently.

'This is not the time to think weakly.'

There are still five days left. You can protect the volcano if you somehow raise money in it.

He is the master of the Great Volcano. Never give up until the day the volcano disappears. Everyone else can give up, but he doesn't deserve to give up.

Hyungwon raised his hand and rubbed his face.

Everyone who had a relationship with the volcano reached the size of a fingernail. Books containing the circumstances of the volcano are being scattered all over the world. There will be at least one of them who will help the volcano.

If only one person could help... … .

Hyeonjong smiled sadly without realizing it.

'Ira to help.'

If you were willing to help, you would have already. Even when there was little left to receive from the volcano, there was no humble helping hand.

But even now, who is lending a huge sum of 100,000 nyang to a volcano that has now collapsed?

'It's heavy.'

It cannot be avoided or ignored. But for Hyeonjong, the weight that weighed him down day by day was too heavy.

The burden of fear that the pulse of the volcano might be cut off in his generation was hard to bear with his bare mind. I prayed and prayed that tomorrow morning would not come in the sleepless night that followed.

It was then.

"Long Moon Man!"

Hyeonjong hurriedly adjusted his guild.

No matter what his insides are, he must not show this to his disciples. Even if the volcano collapses tomorrow, I have to make him remember only his valiant side as a long writer.

"What's going on?"

"Well, I think you should come out for a while."

"Well?"

Hyunjong tilted his head.

But think for a moment. Hyeonjong got up from his seat and went outside. Outside the door, Unsword was standing with a slightly lost face.

"Luck sword?"

Hyunjong narrowed his brow.

It's a fortune-telling, not a fortune-telling. Isn't Ungum in charge of the White House now? If a meteorite comes, it means that something is wrong with the volcano, and if a meteorite comes, it means that there is a problem with the Baekmae-gwan.

But at the Baekmae-gwan, something happens that a long-time writer needs to hear directly?

Early in the morning like now?

"What happened?"

"Come on, Jangmunin."

The face of the fortune-teller is strange. He seemed to be greatly surprised, and he seemed to be exhausted.

'What the hell is going on.'

Gathering and teaching children who cannot understand words properly and who are not yet mature was a very consuming task. Being selected as the right person for such a job shows how calm Ungum is.

However, even such a fortune teller is unable to maintain his composure right now.

"I'll go and tell you the details. Jangmunin! You have to go see for yourself."

“…take the lead.”

Hyeonjong followed the sword without saying a word.

It is not difficult to ask the circumstances. However, if the fortune-telling sword came out here, the hour must be urgent. It's not too late to go and listen.

"Yeah! Long writer!"

The fortune-teller spread its light and went ahead. Hyeonjong followed without delay.

'Where are you going?'

Hyungwon frowned slightly. The place the fortune-teller is headed is not the White Mae-gwan. It was the lotus peak that led to the back of the Baekmae-gwan.

Why on the lotus stick?

However, Ungum tried to climb the lotus rod with all his might, as if he had no intention of answering his question.

'Go see it.'

Halfway up the Yeonhwabong Peak along the unsword, I saw the three great disciples sitting on the side of the road.

'Yes?'

Why are those kids doing that over there? And why are the kids all over the place... … ?

Hyunjong's eyes widened.

Children were lying on the left and right of Soro, who climbed the lotus peak. Even though the long doorman has arrived, he can't even think of raising his head and gasps.

"Hey, what is this?"

Fortune Sword made a big counterattack.

"These guys! Jangmun-in has come, so can't we be polite right away?"

"Leave it."

"One, the long writer."

"More than that, why did the children become like this?"

"that……."

Unsword looked at him and turned his head.

"Cheongmyeong! Where is Qingming?"

Qingming? Why is that name here?

Hyeonjong looked at the Unsword with a face that he did not understand at all. Qingmyeong seems to be referring to a child who recently entered the volcano, so why are you calling that child?

"Here it is."

The answer came before the question was answered.

Hyeonjong's eyes widened as he instinctively turned to the direction he heard the answer.

"You, you why? Huh?"

From behind the tree, a bizarre mournful clarity walked out.

His face was whiter than a blank sheet of paper, and his lips had turned blue. The black shadow under the eyes goes almost all the way down to the chin.

In a word, it is not a human frailty.

Even if he collapsed and died right away, it didn't seem strange.

"What the hell happened?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I practiced a little too much..."

what kind of bullshit is this?

If a person becomes so obsessed with training, not a single bastard who eats knife rice in the river would have survived. You have to make a sound that makes sense.

At that moment, the sword hurriedly opened his mouth.

"It doesn't matter now."

Hyeonjong rolled his eyes for a moment.

Doesn't it matter?

"What are you talking about now!"

A guy called the Gwanju of the White House is talking nonsense like this!

Baekmae-gwan is the future of volcanoes. Aren't the three great disciples who train in Baekmae-gwan the same kind who should lead the volcano in the future? But it's not anyone else, but a guy named Baek Mae-gwan who said something like this... … .

"You must come here to see. This guy Qingming has found something strange."

"wonderment?"

"Uh, come on!"

Unsword's attitude is very urgent.

'no… … .'

If someone else had shown this attitude, they would have screamed right away, but the person who is fussing in front of Hyeonjong's eyes is none other than Unsword. The calmest cloud sword in the volcano rages like a foal on fire.

Hyeonjong finally followed Cheongmyeong and Unsword as if possessed and went into the forest.

"What the hell is..."

Hyungwon's words could not be continued.

In his sight came the dug-out land and an old box exposed beneath it. The entrance to the box was half open.

Hyungwon's eyes widen.

see.

Inside the half-open box, something golden was shining. There is only one metal in the world that emits such a golden light.

But it wasn't just gold that caught Hyeonjong's attention. The book next to the gold.

The title of the book was absorbing even the soul of Hyeonjong.

『Daehwa Sanpa Hwaeum Hyeon Office Department』

The dirty long title and the number attached to it.

"This, this, this...?"

Hyeonjong couldn't come to his senses.

Why does this come from here? Why does it even come with that gold?

It's scary to be ready to approach an unbelievable reality. I was afraid that if I stretched out my hands for a while, those objects would disappear like a mirage.

"Hey, how did you find this?"

"That kid found it."

"Is that kid?"

Hyeonjong's head turns. A corpse-like appearance can be seen.

"Hey, how did you find this?"

With a half-dying face, Cheong-myeong opened her mouth with difficulty.

"Bird, dawn... I'm going to training at dawn..."

"What?"

Hearing the mosquito-like voice, Hyeonjong tilts his head. Then the Unsword secretly gave an interpretation.

“It sounds like you got to the lotus peak through early morning training.”

“Since it’s early morning training, when did you say you started doing that?”

"It's been a while since I started. Since that kid came."

"Yes?"

since that child came.

How long has that child been here?

'Oh, no. It's not important now.'

You can ask for more details later.

“So you mean you found this while climbing the lotus peak for morning training?”

"To be precise, I was so tired that I was going to rest a little inside the bush, but the place I sat on was strangely hard, and when I looked at the floor, something was sticking out. So I dug it just in case..."

"that!"

"By the way... the things inside are so... unusual, so I thought it would be right to inform the superiors of the inquisitor... rather than check it myself."

"Ma'am, speak slowly. What kind of bastard's training makes such a banchan?"

“Training is… the root of uninhabited people…”

"Hey, I'll figure it out for now. You should go to Jeongyang for a while! I'll check it myself."

Hyeonjong swallowed dry saliva and walked towards the chest. Then he put his trembling hand into the chest. The places he touched were not the brilliant gold that caught everyone's attention, but the books next to him.

"Daehwa Sanpa Hwaeum County Office."

Hyeonjong muttered as if he had lost his mind as he pulled out one book at a time. His trembling hands spoke of how turbulent his heart was right now.

I didn't even think to open the book. If you clumsy open a book and this old book crumbles, you will not be able to close your eyes even in death.

"The Conversational Sanctuary."

This was obviously a librarian dealing with the history of volcanoes. It may not play a practical role like a book, but it is a book that may be more important to a writer of volcanic books.

Hyeonjong carefully laid down the books he took out, and saw the title of the book that was quietly placed under it.

"Chi, chi, chi..."

His eyes twitch.

"Chi, Seven-mad swordsman?"

The whole body trembles.

"Hey, this is here... this is..."

"Come on, longsword man!"

"Kurr rook."

Hyeonjong's body, whose consciousness was blown away, passed behind him.

"Long Moon Man!"

"Calm down! Long writer!"

Hearing the shouts from all directions, Hyeonjong smiled brightly until the moment he lost consciousness.

What came out of this chest was not mere wealth and books.

It was just hope.

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