Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 39

It's like a doorman who won't even pick up beggars! (3)

"...are you okay?"

"Yes. Cool! It's fine."

"Is that really okay?"

"It's okay. Cool! Cool!"

"It doesn't look good..."

Hyeonjong half contorted his face and looked at Cheongmyeong. Cheongmyeong, who was sitting in front of him, was speechless. His bones were in contact, and his face turned white.

'How bad is your health?'

No matter how you look at it, it looks like it is on the verge of starvation. If someone who doesn't know sees it, it's likely that they will spit and curse at the disciples asking if they don't even eat blood porridge.

'I don't think it was like this when I first came.'

Hyeonjong turned his head with a subtle face and asked Unam.

"What did the drugstore say?"

"It is said that the energy has gone down."

"prototype?"

"Yeah. Excessive training is said to be in need of stamina."

"Huh!"

Hyeonjong looked at Cheongmyeong with excited eyes.

"Hey boy. You practice until you lose your spirit. Why did you do such a foolish thing?"

'It's not like that.'

Water lilies freeze to death.

It is a Qingmyeong that has not been properly trained since climbing the volcano. But what kind of training is this?

Of course, that was the only thing the drugstore had to say. It is true that the spirit is broken and it is true that the body is broken. Now, how can you imagine that a young man who has just started using the Seoncheonji and his energy is shattered? Even if Hwata was sitting at the drugstore, it was not an answer that could be given.

A strange misunderstanding has arisen, but in times like these, I should answer honestly.

"I'm sorry. Long writer. I want to learn the martial arts of the volcano as soon as possible, so stop..."

"Heh, Seonjae. It's Seonjae."

Jang Mun-in nodded his head as if he liked Cheong-myeong the most.

Qingming didn't lie. Because my heart is true!

"A quick meal pretends to be. What can you do when your body is hurt?"

"Disciple, let's be a little more careful."

"Yes, yes."

Hyunjong smiled warmly.

The child in front of him is truly a volcanic red suit. It's no different than a rolled belly button. So how can it not be pretty?

"Yes. Do you enjoy tea?"

"I don't really enjoy it."

Qingming shrugged his shoulders.

'I don't know if it's alcohol.'

The tea is too strong for the taste of Cheongmyeong. Unlike alcohol, which stimulates the throat, tea was just water with a grassy taste.

The death sentence of the long sentence said that he was a glutton in the first place to become a guru with such a clear name, but what can he do with his taste like that?

'Is there any rule that says that volcanic writers should enjoy tea?'

In the past, the long-distance priests were also well versed in the tea ceremony. And, in the eyes of Cheong-myeong, the current long-distance Indian was not unusual in riding a car.

Jang Mun-in carefully hands the car he was riding in to Cheong-myeong. Qingming took the car with both hands.

"It's a pity that you don't enjoy it, but please taste the tea burned with sincerity."

"Yes."

Chongmyeong drank the tea all at once, without feeling the scent or anything.

“……”

There is a greater pleasure in enjoying the aroma rather than the taste of tea, but to Cheongmyeong, tea did not seem to mean anything more than hot water.

Hyeonjong, who looked at him with a sad face, asked as soon as Cheongmyeong put down his teacup.

"How are you?"

"It's full."

“……”

There was a subtle disappointment on Hyeonjong's solemn face, but Cheongmyeong was simply honest, in line with his duty as a master.

"Hmmmm. Yeah."

Hyeonjong, who had blown away the awkwardness by coughing, softened his expression again.

"I have called you back here to congratulate you for this incident. Thanks to you, Hwasan was able to get out of this crisis. You did a great job."

"I haven't done anything."

"How can you not do anything? If it weren't for you, we would have been sitting on the streets by now."

"I passed by there by accident, and I just accidentally stumbled upon a box."

"Heh heh. It's a coincidence."

Hyunjong quietly shook his head.

"There is no such thing as a coincidence in the world. Everything is just the result of a connection."

Qingming quietly nodded his head.

Hyeonjong's words were just words, but they were accurately piercing Jeonggok.

'I mean, there are times when it's sharp like that.'

"Isn't that right? Unam?"

"Yes, the long storyteller. And even if all of this was made by chance, the cause of the accident is also not small. Besides, since I was not greedy for riches and informed the long writer, how can I say this ball is small?"

"Yes, yes."

Hyeonjong swept down his beard as if he was timid.

"Because."

Then he looked at Cheongmyeong with warm eyes.

"It is only natural to give a reward to the person who accomplished it. The volcano wants to reward you. That's why I called it."

"Did you say award?"

"Yes. Is there anything you want?"

Qingming was a little confused.

What do you want?

"It would be a lie to say that there is no regret even after passing on the wealth. If you need it, I will give you a suitable one."

"Wealth is fine."

"Well?"

Hyunjong's eyes widened slightly.

“Did you say you don’t need wealth?”

"Yes. Anyway, the volcano gives you food and clothes, but if you have wealth, what should you do? There is nothing to use in this mountain."

"Heh heh heh. Yes, yes."

Hyunjong smiled.

'It's a pottery.'

Even if there is no place to use it, it is not easy to give up greed for wealth. I don't have any money to spend now, but doesn't that mean I won't be spending it in the future?

He doesn't seem like a child who can't figure out what to do, but seeing that he refuses wealth, he is a child who practices indifference. It was a vessel to hold the Tao.

However, the inner feelings of Cheongmyeong were completely different from the warm-hearted interpretation of Hyeonjong.

'How much do you need to do that?'

Long writer's secret warehouse. Now, instead of being a long-time writer in Hwasan, the secret warehouse used by Cheong-myeong is filled with wealth that would make Hyeon-jong roll his eyes and faint if he saw it.

Cheongmyeong is already the richest man in Hwaeum County.

It's okay to not accept the penny given by a poor long-writer as a prize.

"Then what do you want? It might teach you a martial art that you can't learn yet with your line-up."

"Muhak is fine."

"...Huh? Is this okay?"

"Yes."

"Isn't that meaningless in ignorance?"

Qingming shook his head again.

"It's not like that. The disciple doesn't know everything, but I think it's meaningful that the ancestors of the volcano have decided what martial arts to learn according to their ranks."

Hyunjong rolled his eyes.

"okay?"

"Yeah. A while ago, didn't a long time ago say that a quick meal is fake?"

"It did."

"I think it's the same with Muhak. I will learn what suits my level and progress even if it's slow."

"Yeah. You're right. You're really right."

Hyunjong nodded his head.

The more we talk, the more I like it. Doesn't a little child yet know what the Tao is and what the Law is?

'Where did you say this information came from?'

Hyeonjong was full of enthusiasm and couldn't hide his laughter, but of course, Cheongmyung had a completely different idea.

'This is the board that I should give you martial arts. men and horses!'

Still, it is Cheongmyeong, who was struggling with the thought of how to hand over the other things other than the martial arts that he gave me this time.

It would have been convenient if I had given them all at once. However, there is a strange side to the human heart, and if you give a gold Buddha image and a silver Buddha image at the same time, the value of the silver Buddha image is devalued.

If you were given the twenty-four plum blossom swordsmanship and the seven plum swords at the same time, who would want to learn the seven plum swords? As Hyeonjong said, if you eat quickly, you will pretend to be.

'You have to pay attention to every single one of these things.'

long sentence form. Wrong.

I'm sorry that I heard with one ear and spilled it with the other when the death sentence Jang was nagging me. I should have known how hard the death penalty was at that time.

Looking at the volcano through the eyes of a half-journer, I think I can see how difficult hearing must have been in the past. And a large part of the difficulty must have been occupied by Cheongmyeong.

I'll listen to you.

Although it is difficult to atone for the already dead Cheong-myeong, it was Cheong-myeong who vowed to do better for the long-running people who are now.

"It's really good that you don't have greed, but it's a bit difficult for me right now. Okay, then, isn't there something you really need?"

'It is necessary.'

What can you do for Qingming at a volcano whose only name is left?

Qingming, who was worried, opened his mouth.

First of all, if you can secure some degree of personal freedom, the radius of movement will be widened. It's more urgent than anything else.

"A long-time writer. A disciple is not lazy when it comes to learning martial arts."

“I can tell just by looking at you.”

“……”

Cheongmyeong, who coughed in vain, continued his words.

"But I think there is a limit to just learning muhak in this clean doryang. I want to see the wide world once in a while. Please allow me to go down to harmony once if I want."

"Ummm."

Hyunjong narrowed his brow slightly.

"I understand your intentions, but that is against the rules of the volcano. Your work is good enough, but if you do that, you are afraid that there will be people who will be dissatisfied with the issue of equity. Let's think about that."

"Yeah, long-timer."

"Is there anything else?"

Chengming, who was worried, opened his eyes.

"Long Moon Man!"

"Well?"

"As you can see, the disciple's body is not good."

"Yeah. If you have eyes, you'll know."

"The drugstore said that he had lost his spirit."

"Yeah. I've heard of it."

"So, by any chance, can you give me the spirit corps?"

"...Youngdan?"

"Yes. Volcano Spirits. Ordinary clans don't have one like that, don't they?"

Hyunjong burst out laughing.

"Heh heh heh heh. Yeah. I need a spirit. Yes, I like a spirit. Is there anything more to replenish the body?"

"Yes that's right!"

"Heh heh heh. Yes, Spirituality. Yes. The achievements you made are enough to receive the Spirituality. Yes. Ummm... Yes..."

Hyeonjong glanced at Cheongmyeong. Then he said in a soft voice.

"Did you say you wanted to go down to a chord once?"

"……Yes?"

"Of course, it's against the rules, but considering the work you've put in, I can grant you that much request. Listen to Unam."

"Yeah! Long writer!"

"In the name of the volcanic scholar, I ask you, in the future, when the disciple of Hwasan, Qingmyeong, descends into Hwaeum, I will not ask for permission from others."

"Yes!"

"But he must keep in mind that Qingming must not deviate from the chord, and that he cannot escape responsibility for everything he does in the chord. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I see. But..."

Qingming tilts his head.

"Youngdan?"

"Also, it should not affect the practice in descending into the chord."

“……”

"Heh heh heh heh. Yeah. Then stop going out."

"Ah, no, Jangmunin. Youngdan..."

"I have high expectations of you. Make sure you don't stop."

“……..”

"okay."

"Take care. Long writer."

Hyeonjong smiled brightly as Cheongmyung nodded his head and hurriedly walked out.