Return of Mount Hua Sect

Volcano has gained a belly. (5)

"Hmm?"

In the distance, Cheong-myeong, who was watching the long-time traders and merchants from the eaves, gleamed as if it was fun.

"Are you going to come out like that?"

Cheong-myeong, who looked at the Jangmun-in with subtle eyes, smirked.

I do not know.

Is what the long writers are doing right now to push them to hell, or is it to give them one last shot of warmth even in such a situation?

It can be interpreted either way.

However, one thing is certain: Hyeonjong, a long-time scholar of Hyeonsan Hwasan, is not as simple as it seems on the outside.

'I guess.'

didn't you see

The figure of a long doorman holding the door of the underground remark and crying.

He was a person who maintained the appearance of a volcanic archer on the outside even if his insides were rotten. While carrying the collapsing clan on his back, he did not lose his gentleness and dignity.

Qingming narrowed his eyes and looked at Jangmunin.

'But that shouldn't be all.'

Patience proved enough. However, it is not only character and patience that a long writer must possess.

Of course that would be important too. But volcanic… … . No, if you are a long writer who leads a clan, there are other things that you must have.

'Just cool.'

Jangmoon-in is such a place.

It is said that it is a place where the Tao live, but the essence of the volcano is Mupa.

Regardless of the original personality, as a long-time writer, those who lead a clan must have coolness. For the movie of the volcano, one must also know how to thoroughly entrust one's body to profit and loss.

Did Hyeonjong really have the heart of reading as a long writer?

Qingming leaned on the eaves and crossed his chin, and raised his body slightly.

Woodduck!

Then there is the sound of bones breaking in the back.

"Ahhh..."

Cheongmyung, who made a sound of pain, grabbed his waist and fell flat on the eaves again.

'I'm going to die.'

There is not a single place in the whole body that is intact, probably because the body has been properly drained. Even though he was constantly practicing his fortune and cultivating himself, he did not think that the blessed Seoncheonji would come back.

The brain had calculated that it would be possible to restore the original state in a month or three, but sustaining those three months was a problem. He came into the body of a young man who was still weak, and he was exhausted and to the point of dying, now he can't even use his weak body properly, right?

"Okay... I'll have to do something about it."

Qingming took a deep breath and shook his head.

First, his body is a matter of later. We'll have to see how it ends.

"Did you ask for the payment due date to be delayed?"

Gong Moon-yeon rolled her eyes involuntarily.

I thought there would be something. He never underestimated the power of a volcano. Dozens of clans appear and disappear every day. It is by no means an easy task to continue for hundreds of years in that battle.

Although the situation of the volcano is not as good as it used to be now, the clan that has a long history must have some potential.

But... … .

'Are you saying that this is all that power is?'

laugh out loud

'Am I overestimating the volcano?'

If you think about it, if they had the potential, they would not have come to this situation. Gong Mun-yeon took a deep breath.

“Moon-in Jang. I have clearly told you before that we can no longer delay the payment date.”

"Don't get me wrong. Bondo isn't asking Gong Rouge right now."

"……Yes?"

Hyeonjong looked at Gong Mun-yeon quietly and opened his mouth.

"I am well aware of the position of the harmonious set-up. That's why Bondo is asking all of you directly now. Even if it's 100,000 nyang, isn't there a separate amount that each of you should receive?"

"That's right."

"So, personally, I am asking if there is anyone who can delay the payment due date."

Gong Moon-yeon frowned.

'Shallow numbers.'

I don't know what this means.

"Then you mean that you can pay back the money to those who say they can't delay the payment?"

"That's right."

"Yes?"

Gong Mun-yeon's eyes widened.

"Even if the volcano isn't what it used to be, it's not that there aren't many people who are willing to help the volcano. We didn't get all of the 100,000 nyang, but we were able to get some. So with your help, the volcano won't lose its name. So please. To those who look after the situation of the volcano today, I will surely repay you in the name of the volcano."

Jang Mun-in once again swore. His posture was low, but he felt confident.

Seeing this, Mun-Yeon Gong frowned involuntarily.

"What nonsense..."

"therefore."

At that moment, Yoo Jong-san, who was watching the situation, cut off Gong Mun-yeon's words and came in. It may not have been intentional, but as Gong Mun-yeon, who suddenly stopped talking, there was no choice but to frown.

“Do you mean that if you delay the payment date, you will inherit it?”

"That's right."

"Jang Moon-in. Let's be honest."

Yoo Jong-san continues his speech with a bitter face.

"We all know that the volcano may go down tomorrow, isn't it something we know about, even the long-distance people. But to trust the long-running people and ask them to postpone the payment, doesn't it mean that you risk not getting the money?"

“…so to speak, yes.”

"Does that make sense?"

Gong Mun-yeon rearranged her complexion. It is true that Jongsan Yoo cut off his words, but anyway, he was doing things for him that he could not say because of his face. Then, it would be better for Yoo Jong-san to come forward.

Normally, at this point, Yoo Jong-san would have calmed the situation, but this time, Gong Mun-yeon remained silent. Now we need to push the long doorman a little more.

'Now it's over.'

At this site, the volcano will mark the end of its long history.

The fact that Mupain Volcano collapses by the power of money, not the power of the Tamun faction, will make the viewers bitter, but that's why it's even more meaningful.

"You, the owner."

"Yeah. Long doorman."

“What would Bondo have to offer?”

"……Yes?"

Hyunjong shrugged.

A cool wind blows from somewhere. Hyeonjong smiles brightly as the wind blows.

"There is nothing left of a volcano. Now, all that remains of the volcano is the honor of supporting harmony and shamanseo for many years. All I can stake on is the name of the volcano."

"thing……."

"If you ask me what should I see and believe, the answer is this. The name of the volcano. The history of the volcano. Would it be difficult with that alone?"

Yoo Jong-san kept his mouth shut as if he had nothing to say.

The name of the volcano.

Volcanic history.

okay. Maybe it's a meaningful word. Unless the people gathered here are merchants.

A name or history means nothing to a merchant. For merchants, only money has meaning. Is it money or is it not money? Those who bet everything on that one are the merchants.

But ask the merchants to secure the name and history as collateral?

"haha."

Yoo Jong-san couldn't stop the burst of laughter.

"Jang Moon-in, aren't you too harsh?"

"Did you force it?"

Hyeonjong looked at Yujongsan quietly. At the heaviness of those eyes, Yoo Jong-san stumbled back without realizing it.

"Maybe it's forced."

However, unlike his heavy eyes, the voice that came out of Hyeonjong's mouth was only soft.

"But I want to try to force it, because I believe that the name that Huashan has left to the world, which has been protecting Shaanxi and harmony for hundreds of years, was not in vain."

“……”

"I want to ask you backwards. What does a volcano mean to you? Is there really no value in the name of a volcano or in its history?"

No one could open their mouth.

volcano.

Who would dare call that name light? And who will dare to say that history is in vain?

Now, only traces remain of the name, but no one dares to take the name of the volcano lightly. Moreover, it will be even more so for those who have lived with their roots in harmony.

So no one was willing to continue the conversation.

Except for one person.

"I think the story has leaked a bit."

Mun-Yeon Gong went out to ventilate the atmosphere. Hyeon-jong's eyes turned to Gong Mun-yeon. Unlike Hyeonjong's slightly empty eyes, Gong Munyeon's eyes were sharp as never before.

"To sum up, those who will personally delay the payment date will delay it, and those who will not, get the money here today."

"I hope so."

"good."

Gong Mun-yeon nodded her head.

"Originally, it is something that should be opposed in the name of the Hwaeum Merchants Federation, but I am a person who knows the morals, so I will allow it. If you want, you can personally postpone the payment. Hana!"

Gong Mun-yeon looked back with sharp eyes.

"You have to bear the responsibility for it. The Merchants Union does not provide any protection for those who postpone the payment date. Even if they take the money."

It was mild pressure.

"You can choose. Those who will keep the payment date are here. And those who think that the payment date will be delayed, go over there."

Gong Moon-yeon's hand pointed to the side.

"Is this all over? Long storyteller?"

"That's right."

Hyunjong nodded his head softly.

"I don't know what this means. But I will respect the opinion of the long writer until the very end. It is a volcano that will disappear now, but isn't it a place to be respected as a writer of a volcano?"

Hyunjong smiled softly.

"Thank you for your concern."

Gong Moon-yeon frowned without realizing it. Hyeonjong's attitude did not change even though he tried to provoke him.

'I'll break that attitude.'

Gong Mun-yeon, who had been resting for a while, said with a shiver.

"How about? Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be anyone who can delay the payment date?"

“……”

"Look."

Gong Mun-yeon pointed back. Hyeonjong's gaze follows Gongmunyeon to the merchants. All those who met Hyunjong's gaze averted their eyes a little bit and avoided their gaze.

"Do you need more time?"

Hyungwon didn't answer. I just closed my eyes.

"No matter how long you wait, it won't change anything. No one will give up a large sum of money because of the name of the abandoned volcano. So, let's stop it, Jangmunin. Put down your shard and step back. You have done enough."

Gong Mun-yeon, intoxicated with a sense of victory, unwittingly spread her arms out.

"Now, with this..."

"Twitter."

That was the moment.

I hear the sound of footsteps behind my back. Gong Moon-yeon looked back without knowing it.

“…the owner of you?”

With a face that looked like he had chewed on something, Yoo Jong-san was walking to the side and moving to the side.

To the place where those who are going to delay the payment date decided to go.

"What the heck..."

Seeing Gong Mun-yeon's absurd expression on his face, Yoo Jong-san let out a deep sigh.

"...Look. Owner Yu. What are you thinking?"

Gong Mun-yeon's angry voice sharply spread in all directions.

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