Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 343

I'm not qualified to argue with you for forgiveness. (4)

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

As Jo Geul screamed and lay flat on her back, Cheong Myung burst out laughing.

"It's good to train and work at the same time! You've been active in the non-choice competition, so where are you trying to live comfortably? You can't see it until dirt gets into my eyes!"

"Soil? Can it be soil?"

With a shout, Baekcheon, which rose from below, grabbed the soil on the floor and ran towards Cheongmyeong.

But as soon as he ran, he kicked it and fell down the cliff again.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

They all bowed their heads vaguely as they heard the distant screams.

'I will never forget that courage. Private.'

'That yangban is getting less and less of a countermeasure.'

'Would you like to live?'

Seeing this, Qingming clicked his tongue.

"Ttttttt. Everyone fall for it."

Cheongmyeong drank alcohol and jumped off the cart. The other disciples, who climbed up the cliff together, fell to the floor, unable to raise their heads, perhaps completely exhausted.

Unam could not bear it in the end and asked.

"...Cheongmyung-ah."

"Yes?"

"Isn't there an easier way?"

"Ah. Then you can't practice."

“……”

Ah.

Yes. It's only natural for this guy to respond like this.

It was Unam who realized what it meant to return to Cheongmyeong.

“Well, anyway, it’s good to come back.”

"Yeah, the boarding house. Well..."

Cheongmyung, who was about to say something, shuts his mouth and frowns. Then he approached the white and celadon boats lined up behind Unam.

Everyone held their breath, not knowing the English language. Cheongmyung stretched out his hand and pricked the thighs and forearms of the disciples in a row, and then wrinkled his face.

“No, what did these do while I was away, so they cut their body in half?”

“……”

half?

Unam made a blank face.

Some bandits look like they'll all be chewed up, but half... … .

What do you mean by that forearm and the bulging chest muscles?

“If I had done the training I ordered, this wouldn’t have happened, right?”

“Uh… but…”

A look of injustice appeared on their faces. Unfortunately, there was no opportunity for excuses.

"Yeah. Well, people should take a break."

"That's right?"

“But I don’t know if the people behind me think so.”

"……Yes?"

It was because all those who had climbed up the cliff with their carts were staring at them with eyes full of poison.

"While we were all like this, we all played and ate comfortably, isn't it?"

"See those thin forearms? Will they break if I hit them?"

"You have to kill them! You have to kill them!"

The innocent disciples of the volcano became the subject of criticism just because they were comfortable here.

"……that……."

At that moment, a man walked forward with a smile on his face.

"Sook!"

"Baeksang Sasuk!"

Everyone looked at him eagerly with the eyes of even the Savior.

But Baeksang was infinitely kind and smiled warmly and pointed to the other side of the peak.

"One candlestick."

"Yes?"

"……run."

“……”

Some of those who looked at each other started running towards the lotus peak. Then, the rest of them ran to Yeonhwabong with all their might to make sure they understood the situation only then.

"Get out of the way!"

"No, what kind of bullshit! Wasn't this a welcome event?"

"Welcome, Nabal, get out of the way!"

Those who climbed the cliff while watching the disciples rushing to the Yeonhwabong while tangled and overturned struggled to grab the cart.

"...let's go in. For now."

cut profit. profit.

The sound of the rolling wheels of the wagon was the most depressing.

"Ttt. Anyway, I can't leave my seat."

Cheongmyeong walking ahead, and the disciples of Hwasan, who turned into rags and pushed carts.

Unam, who was watching them, could not help but think deeply about one thing.

'Why… … Doesn't anyone care about a hundred thousand falling off a cliff?'

anyway.

Now he felt that the volcano he knew (?) had returned, and he shook his head involuntarily.

* * *

"Reduced, long writer!"

"You've worked really hard."

"Ummm."

Hyeonjong nodded his head with a supremely benevolent face.

A feeling of satisfaction that could not be hidden was revealed on his face, which had washed away the fatigue and old dirt accumulated from the long journey with a bath.

"Everyone must have worked very hard to protect the volcano while I was away. Did nothing else happen?"

"What is the hardship? Jang Mun-in has come a long way, so how dare we say that it is hard work. Rather, I am excited to hear rumors that a volcano in Shaolin has been active in this island. I couldn't control it."

"Huh. Did you mean that the rumors were so fast?"

"Yes. Thanks to that, everyone cheered and rejoiced with one mind."

Unam's face, who had always maintained his composure, was red in his mind. In front of a long doorman, he could not only be reverent, but inside, he seemed unable to control his joy.

"Heh heh heh heh."

Hyunjong burst out laughing.

There is definitely a difference between praising what you have accomplished and hearing it through the mouth of others.

And when I saw that Unam, who was no one else, was so excited, I realized how great it had been.

"It's a good thing. If the rumor spread to Shaanxi before we arrived, it wouldn't take long for the rumor to spread throughout the world."

Unam nodded violently at the words of the phenomenon.

"Sure, Elder. As you've seen as you come, the chords have gone mad! Everyone is so happy that the volcano is regaining its former glory."

"Yeah, that's a good thing."

The phenomenon laughed happily. At that moment, Hyunyoung opened her mouth with a slightly sharp voice.

"Okay, then, let's have dinner there."

It really was the look of a bitter elder.

"Did anything go wrong while we were away?"

"There were no major problems. Due to trade with Yunnan, some things had to be coordinated with the Galactic Upper, but nothing has changed significantly, so please check and issue an order."

"Okay. Other than that..."

"Other than that, I..."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

“……”

Unam turned his head in surprise as he did not speak. A desperate scream was heard from outside the door.

"Hmmm. Other than that..."

I tried to ignore him somehow and continue the conversation, but it didn't come easy for him to speak.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"Why is that bastard back! Why!"

"What are you doing as soon as you arrive! Aaaaah, damn it!"

Unam, trembling slightly, eventually got up from her seat and opened the door. I was about to be scolded for making a fuss outside here while talking with a long-distance writer.

“……”

But he was speechless.

After just one hour, the disciples of Shikamezin Volcano were drooling and rolling on the floor.

'Did you put it in a coal mine and roll it?'

Obviously it was soft just a little while ago... … .

The open beggars turned their backs behind the disciples, who were rolling with their brother, and Qingming was shaking his head.

"These gents are falling for it! Are you playing around for a month because there's no one around?"

“Wow, you practiced! You did your best!”

"Anyway? Carry? Are you saying that I tried my best to block even if the magicians stab them with knives? In a month, it's enough time to learn one swordsmanship, so just use that time as it is? "

"Sa, save me... ugh!"

A sympathetic voice passed through Unam's ear, observing the horrific scene in front of him.

"Unam-ah."

"Ah? Yes! Long doorman."

Unam looked back at Hyeonjong. Hyunjong smiled softly and nodded his head.

Yes, I have to go dry... … .

"Close it."

"……Yes."

Unam, who quietly closed the door as instructed by Jang Mun-in, sat back down as if nothing had happened.

Even sadder was that the elders and Unsword were sitting there as if nothing had really happened.

'It seems that something has changed.'

I don't know what has changed, but I definitely feel something... … .

“Anyway, so…”

Throughout the meeting, the screams of the disciples did not leave their ears.

* * *

"Are you playing?"

“……”

"A man was overcoming the critical point of death, and while he was hit with a knife and punched in the Shaolin, he had fun playing around. Are you talking about this?"

Water filled the eyes of the volcano disciples.

Of course, it is understandable to be insulted.

It's because they know that although they practiced hard enough, that 'self' is a pretty important part.

No matter how hard they practiced, even if they died, they couldn't say that they practiced with the same intensity as when they were in Cheongmyeong.

So, you can eat until you swear. until swearing.

But what made them really sad was that it was Baek Cheon, not 'He', who was running wild with his eyes wide open in front of him.

hell… … . No, Baek Cheon, who had fallen down the cliff and came back alive, was literally spitting out life and nagging until his disciples’ ears bleed.

'Is the cliff less high?'

'Just die there.'

And the other disciples who had gone to Shaolin with him also looked at them with their eyes wide open.

Things that looked like bandits when they went out went to Shaolin and returned as demons.

'What the hell happened in that secret dance competition?'

Skill is also determined by talent, but a lot of things are determined by how much you have practiced. For this reason, most of those who visited Shaolin were those with a high rank in each line.

So I can't even resist, and I'm literally going to die.

"Listen everyone."

"Yes! Death penalty!"

The white porcelain and celadon pears, with their national flags tight, gave a loud reply, leaning their upper body back to the point where their waists were bent.

"This time in Shaolin, we felt a lot and returned. It's not just a simple experience. It's definitely helpful to see the shamanism of other schools."

"Yes!"

"By the way……."

Baek Cheon sticks out his tongue and licks his lips.

"It is a very sad thing as a death sentence that you are not alone in having such a good experience."

“……”

"If you don't have teeth, you'll have to fill them with your gums. I! This me! I'll definitely engrave on your body what you've seen and felt over the past month! Don't worry, I'll never make a difference in this experience and you'll never lose your motivation. All right! Do you understand?"

“……”

no… … .

We're fine... … .

"...do you know?"

"Yes!"

Seeing the disciples answering loudly as if the volcano was about to leave, Baekcheon shook his head.

"I'm not saying that you guys had a good time while we were suffering like dogs because of anyone. Absolutely!"

'That's right.'

'Whoever sees it is right.'

'In the past, Cheongmyung was the only one who was mad at him. Now we're all here! Together!'

Baekcheon turned his head back and looked at the volcanic wave (?) that was trembling.

"Guys."

"Yes!"

And he slit his neck with his thumb.

"George."

"Yes!"

Yoon Jong and Jo Gul, who were at the forefront, turned their eyes and ran forward. At the same time, everyone who has been to Shaolin begins to rush in with poisonous eyes as if to avenge their grudges.

In the corner of the volcanic smoke field, which was beginning to become a mess, there were people gathered together as if it had nothing to do with this situation.

They were the monks of Hwayeongmun, who accompanied them to Hwasan with half their own and half others.

They stared at the abandoned gymnasium with sullen eyes.

"Moonju."

"……Yes?"

“So, volcanoes are… pure… with the scent of Taoism.”

Wilipsan gently turned away from the eyes of the disciples.

"...it's been a long time since I've been here."

"It's a place where everyone protects the duty of a Daoin..."

"...it used to be like that."

"So now?"

"noisy."

Wilipsan, who coughed loudly, screamed.