Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 289

The end is another beginning. (1)

Since the finals started, nothing has changed.

It's just that the atmosphere has become a little more serious and expectations are a little higher?

And, the seats of long writers on the podium.

There is only one thing that has changed a little, very little, in its layout.

'Old file room. And it's in the same location as the five generations.'

Hyeonjong glanced down at his chair. No, he confirmed exactly where his chair was located.

the front of the podium.

This is not the second row where we had to look at the back of the heads of so-called nobles.

frontmost. His chair was added to the front seat where only Goo Pilbang and Oh Dae-se could sit.

- The seat doesn't really matter, but I'm a little embarrassed because the long-time scholar of the clan who had the most students in the finals is sitting there behind me.

Those words of Tang Gunak became the decisive blow. In the end, the long writers, who had a prickly side, simply agreed to change the seat of the volcano to the front row.

Although it was evaluated only by the performance of the late exponents, at this moment, in any case, Hwasan was recognized as an inscription in the world that stood shoulder to shoulder with the old school.

If it had been normal, it would have been enough to cause tears to shed.

If it were normal.

Unfortunately, the current Hyeonjong could not be the same as usual.

The sound of other long-distance writers whispering in the vicinity pierced my ears.

"It's a gamble..."

"You're playing a gamble in the Holy Shaolin, what the hell is this?"

"What kind of clan is that person?"

“I heard that he is the Moonju of Hwayeongmun.”

"Hwayeongmun? Has anyone ever heard of it?"

Every time the words hwaengyeong and gambling came up, Hyeonjong twitched like a man with a needle stuck in his ass.

'I'll be delighted.'

As I thought, I wanted to run right away and overturn that seat.

But since he had already climbed onto the podium, that was only possible in his imagination.

At that time, Jin-in Heo, the long gate of the shaman, smiled subtly and opened his mouth.

"If it's Hwayeongmun..."

His slightly slow voice caught the attention of those around him.

"Does it look like a place I know?"

“……”

Hyunyoung's face turned white as he looked at him.

In the past, Hwasan had collided with a shaman over Hwayeongmun.

Therefore, Heo Do, who is a shaman, has no choice but to know that Hwayeongmun is the inner song of a volcano.

Heo Do Jinin looked at Hyeonjong with a friendly smile.

But Hyeonjong's smile felt like that of a viper.

"You know? Where is Hwayeongmun?"

"How could such a place come to Shaolin and muddy the water? Come on, let's talk, Jang Mun-in."

"We must act now."

At that time, Hyun-young was sweating and thinking about how to deal with this situation.

"Are there any problems?"

"……Yes?"

Tang Gunak, who opened his mouth calmly, glanced at the long writers once, and continued speaking indifferently.

"This is Shaolin."

"That's right. Doesn't that mean it's a Shaolin? If it's not the Shaolin, why do we have to argue whether we gamble or not?"

"You don't understand. It means it's up to Shaolin's will to deal with what's going on here."

Everyone shut their mouths at that.

"I understand you are concerned, but please be careful with your words and actions. Each and every rebuke can be blamed on Shaolin. With common sense, who would dare to open a stall without Shaolin's permission?"

At those words, the long writers all looked at the Shaolin chief courtroom in unison.

The court looked at the gathered gazes and smiled.

"Aren't you okay?"

"Bar, chief."

"One, somewhere in the sacred Shaolin..."

The long writers were bewildered, but the court just smiled.

"I never thought of the Shaolin as a sacred place."

“……”

The court lightly joined hands.

"If you say Shaolin, it's impossible to find a common temple in the world. It's just that there are a lot more people. But what makes it such a great place to gather people and not enjoy it?"

"Ummm."

Seeing the long writers coughing uncomfortablely and unable to agree, the court smiled.

"Isn't Jaffa's disciples enough to be strict? To those who came to look after the disciples of our clan, it's impossible to tell them to match us.

As soon as the court's words were over, words of praise and sympathy poured out.

“You are the room chief.”

“Heh heh, hey, this place should be a place for a festival.”

It doesn't matter if the logic is correct.

If the head of Shaolin says so, it is irrefutable. All the people gathered here are long-time scholars of the clan leading the world, but no one dares to speak up to him.

This is the strength that the Shaolin has built up along with history.

Hyeonjong would normally have been thrilled by the power of the huge clan called the Shaolin, but now he could only breathe a sigh of relief at the fact that this matter was somehow resolved.

'It feels like my lifespan has been shortened by ten years.'

After only rejuvenating, the lifespan that has been extended is eroded day by day.

Hyeonjong, who secretly made a sound of sickness, opened his axe eyes and looked at the disciples of Hwasan.

'It's okay to lose the rest of your life, so you have to get good grades unconditionally!'

Reputation is the same as blown away, so you have to take care of your grades. Even grades!

You damn bastards!

“Does it seem that the Jangmun-in is going through a hard time?”

"Yes?"

At Baekcheon's words, Cheongmyung looked away as if he did not understand the English language.

“That gambling board. That….”

"Oh right!"

Cheongmyeong clapped.

“I have to walk too.”

“……”

Qingming put his hand in his arms and pulled out his bundle of slips.

"...well, what kind of money did you bring like that?"

"Money has a use somehow. Look, bringing it in has a use."

It has a momentum to sweep away the hand-made gambling board.

Hehehe opened his mouth and saw Cheongmyeong smiling, Baekcheon shook his head.

But instead of scolding him for that, Cheong-myeong looked at him with warm eyes with a warm smile.

"What, those eyes? Suddenly, unlucky."

"Sook."

"Yes?"

“You’re going to bet everything on Sasuk in the first round? I know how to win if I lose.”

“……”

"On the day you lose one, I'll do anything to make you earn that money, so do it well. If you don't want to use a pickaxe to spread plum swords in the North Sea coal mine, you'd better win even if you die."

“……”

It was too warm words for Sajil to say to Sasuk.

"Cheongmyung-ah."

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you one?"

"When did you not ask? Feel free to ask."

“Who do you think will win?”

Cheongmyeong returned the gaze that was pathetic as there was no other world.

Then, the hundred thousand turned bright.

"Except you."

"Yes?"

“Who is the most likely winner of the rest of the people besides you?”

Oh, except for me?

Qingming made a subtle expression.

"Hmm."

Cheng Myung, lightly scratching his cheek, shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know?"

"……I do not know?"

"Of course, you know who is the strongest. But, Bimu doesn't necessarily mean that the strongest wins."

Just as Baekcheon was about to ask something more, Cheongmyeong continued.

"Still, I can't see those who have a chance.

Baek Chen nodded his head heavily. He had anticipated it.

'Did I say Hyeyeon?'

That blow was truly terrifying. That number alone seemed to be enough to put his name on the winning list.

No one who has watched Bimu can disagree with this prediction.

Cheongmyung pondered for a moment and said.

“Oh, and that Namgung-se counted as well?”

When the mention of her Namgungdo was mentioned, Baekcheon frowned slightly.

“There seems to be one in the shaman, and there was a strong one among the Panga guys. And um… Shouldn’t Geumryong be nominated for the championship yet? Some guys will have a hard time dealing with him.”

"...the vassal of Namgungse, a shaman, and a fanga."

All of them are the ones who make the world resonate like no one else.

"Aside from that, about three or so? Actually, it's not strange whoever wins."

"Then you mean one of them would have won without you?"

"no."

"……then?"

Cheongmyung wrinkled his face as if to ask something like that.

"Without me, the championship should be private. Isn't it natural?"

“……”

"Why? Not confident?"

Baekcheon's lips, who had been silent for a moment, twitched subtly.

"Isn't he confident?"

That was the moment.

"Hundreds of volcanoes!"

Baekcheon slowly got up from his seat and looked back at Qingming.

"Wait, I'll prove it and come back."

"Huh?"

And he started walking towards the rain stage in a supremely cool pose. There was no picture of Baek Cheon wearing a black uniform and walking with her broad shoulders.

Seeing that handsome figure, Cheongmyung smiled.

'He's very simple, too.'

It was a lie.

Oh, of course, one of the contenders for the title is 100 thousand. If you count the odds, you can hold it in his three fingers.

But winning is difficult.

Because there is one monster.

Chongmyeong's gaze turns to the place where the Shaolin is.

'Did I say Hyeyeon?'

That guy has no answer.

The current hundred thousand will probably have a hard time dealing with that guy.

Of course, there is no way to win.

But that's when we're discussing the game, and if we're talking about skills, it's at a level that doesn't even need to be put on the scale.

I don't know what would happen if I were given a few more years, but the comparison is now.

"Uh, and..."

Qingming scratched his cheek.

"I didn't tell you there was one more in the last son."

what would be ok?

Baek Cheon, who was on the offstage, looked at his opponent and smiled.

'Clearly his name was Jongseohan.'

He is Lee In-jae among the descendant Lee Dae-disciples. From the old days, whenever Jin Geum-ryong did something, he was the one who was close to him.

Jong-seo-han looked at Baek-cheon, twisted the corners of his lips and smiled.

“This, coincidentally, I met a handsome white dragon.”

“……”

“Was it possible?”

Baekcheon looked at him and shifted his gaze to the place where Jongnam's disciples had gathered.

Unsurprisingly, Jin Geum-ryong is staring at this side with cold eyes.

"Where are you looking?"

“……”

"You've earned a vain reputation, and it seems like you're really smart. You don't even deserve the death penalty. Have you not forgotten that? Your great disciples of Huashan have never beaten a subordinate. It's just something I picked up and ate next to that damn volcanic god dragon."

It was a sharp and sharp provocation.

But in fact, Baek Cheon was very calm.

"Uh, yes. Admit it."

"……What?"

"I admit it."

Jongseohan looked at Baekcheon with blank eyes.

'Are you saying the author has no pride?'

How can you be so calm after hearing such a thing?

However, Baekcheon continued speaking with a calm and weak face as if it was not a big deal.

"The second great disciple of Hwasan has never defeated the younger disciple, and my reputation is clearly overestimated."

“……”

"But what does it matter?"

slurping.

Baekcheon slowly drew his sword.

"If you haven't won before, you have to win from now on, and if you've got too much fame, you just have to make it so that it doesn't get too much. I'm sorry, but the disciples of Huashan don't live in the past like you."

"This guy!"

Seeing the angry Jongseohan, Baekcheon smiled bitterly.

it's surprising

In the past, he had trained with all his might to defeat Jin Geum-ryong. However, looking back now, he would not have been able to beat the limit of Jong-seo in front of him, let alone Jin Geum-ryong.

There was a huge difference between the volcano and Jongnam.

"Ah. One correction."

At Baek Cheon's words, Jong Seo-han's eyes were full of doubts.

"Volcanoes don't cling to the past, but I guess I'm clinging to the past because I'm a little timid. The memories of the time you were smashed in the past are still attached to me."

Baekcheon tapped his temple lightly with his finger. Jongseohan revealed this terribly.

"Don't worry. I'll cover it with new memories. It won't be easy to experience being shattered again in front of so many people, so it will remain in my mind for the rest of my life."

"That's right."

Baek Cheon smiled brightly.

"As you said, it was Cheongmyeong who defeated Jongnam, not us. But now we have a chance. Looking at the table, if I beat you, Jin Geum-ryong will be next."

And looking at Jongseohan with bright blue eyes.

"I will completely cut off Jongnam's ghost still attached to the volcano with my own hands. Go ahead. I will prove that Jongnam is no longer an opponent of the volcano."

Baek Cheon, who held the ceremony of the twenty-four plum blossom swordsmanship, raised his sword and aimed at the letter.

He has a black uniform and a pure white hero gun.

A sword shining in the sunlight held in that hand.

In addition to the outstanding looks.

It was the appearance of the hero in the story itself. All the spectators were mesmerized by the splendid appearance and looked at the hundred thousand.

But only one.

Jong Seo-han couldn't look at him soberly.

"Let's see where that sword is as sharp as your snout!"

"Don't worry. It's sharp enough!"

"profit!"

Jongseohan, who had been pushed back with words, sharpened his teeth, and finally drew his sword.

Baek Cheon slowly turned his head to look at Jin Geum-ryong.

Jin Geum-ryong was looking coldly on the non-stage with a blade-like gaze.

'You'd better take a good look, brother.'

Jongnam will fall at the hands of Baekcheon, not Cheongmyeong.

That will be Baek Cheon's last consideration, who once wanted to care about his younger son.

Watching the tense rain on the stage, Yoonjong clenched his fists.