Return of Mount Hua Sect

Because it is a volcano. (3)

"Oh, it's cold!"

The dawn in the mountains is distinctly different from the dawn in the plains.

When the cold air meets the moisture of dawn, it creates a chill that penetrates to the bones. Through the early morning air, the three great disciples left the Baekmae-gwan and headed for the dance hall.

"I'm awake."

"I wake up, but my body doesn't wake up. I'm not tired..."

“You should have done your luck.”

“Did you just fortune all night?”

"Oh yeah?"

While exchanging meaningless words, the three great disciples took out sandbags and stone bags from a hut prepared on one side of the gymnasium.

"But how long do I have to do this?"

"Well, maybe until I tell you to stop?"

"who?"

"Ask because you don't know?"

A man appeared on the faces of the disciples.

'Someone like a monster.'

'A man who drowns in poop.'

Although they were the same third-generation disciples, Qing-Ming had already completely dominated the three great disciples.

Because training was so difficult, there were people who resisted in the middle. However, even that did not come out after the last person who resisted was impaled on the ceiling of the Baekmae Pavilion.

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Jo Geol, the first rebel applicant, and Yoon Jong, the great brother, also practice without saying much, but how can they rebel against Cheongmyeong?

In the first place, Jo Geol and Yoon Jong are of different grades among the three great disciples. No one thought of surpassing them. From their point of view, Jo Girl and Jong-Yun Yoon are also monsters, but there were more monsters in the world.

"But isn't he a bit weird these days?"

"what?"

"He doesn't look good, and he doesn't come out well in training."

"……Yes?"

In the beginning, Cheongmyeong participated in early morning training and harassed the three great disciples in various ways, but recently, he has not shown any signs of youth.

“Is that perhaps true?”

"What do you mean?"

“There were rumors that he had heard of a coin purse.”

"Ah! No way."

"No. No. Think about it. As the days go by, you're getting thinner and stronger, and your health is not good, so you keep skipping water lilies."

"Well……."

"I don't know if it's a guy who is usually lazy, and that's not it. Isn't it strange that a guy who does three times as much every time he trains suddenly doesn't look like that?"

"I've heard it's really plausible."

A subtle air current was formed between the three great disciples who listened to their conversation.

"then……."

And someone came up with something that shouldn't have been said in the end.

"Isn't it okay not to practice?"

“……”

The faces of the three great disciples hardened in an instant.

Actually, it is not the same now as when I first started practicing. At first, I really went to the training center under coercion, and every day felt like hell.

But now, he was realizing that he was getting stronger through the practice. It was unfamiliar to me to train the body by moving the body directly rather than refining the energy and studying the sword, but the effect was certain.

The lower body was stabilized and the sword was sharpened.

Is there anything more enjoyable for a warrior than being strong? Although the body was tired, he was learning the joy of training in his own way.

But as soon as I heard this, my heart that had been holding back for a while slowly lifted my head.

'I can't miss it every time, but... … .'

'No, at least once... … .'

'Actually, training is a bit excessive. I don't think it would be bad to reduce it a bit... … .'

Everyone's thoughts come together.

'If there is no Cheongmyeong!'

The murmur did not subside until I stood in the gym with my training tools. Early morning training, which was taken for granted, becomes annoyed as soon as delusion arises.

All human beings were inevitable.

"Look, you're not here today."

"What's the real problem?"

"Then, isn't it worth doing now?"

The last word was the decisive blow.

In fact, there were exactly three reasons why the three great disciples followed Qingming without words.

One is that there is no certainty that even if all the three great disciples rush in, they will be able to defeat Cheongmyeong. No, to be honest, it's because you can't defeat it.

And the second is that Qingmyeong is under the protection of Ungum, the owner of the White Mae Crown. If there is a motive that cannot be dealt with, it must be resolved through the superior. But what would be the best way for the superior to take Qingming's hand?

And finally, Qingming is surprisingly reasonable. In practice, demons attack people without any special forces, but they do not bully anyone or make them do personal things just because they have power.

Thanks to this, there was a point in which life became more comfortable than when Jo Geul caught the discipline of the three great disciples in the past.

But now one of three reasons has collapsed.

'Isn't it worth doing?'

'Is the bone almost scratched?'

'Can't we win if we all work together to fight?'

A determined will began to shine in the eyes of the three great disciples.

While exchanging opinions, Jo Geul sighed as she looked at the three great disciples.

"execution."

"Leave it alone."

Yoon-Jong smirked.

"You'll know the truth soon."

It was then.

Quick profit.

Everyone's head turns to one side. The door to the White House was opening. All the three great disciples are gathered here except for Qingming. In other words, there is only one Qingmyeong remaining in the Baekmae-gwan.

So, of course, the one coming out of the White House right now!

The door was wide open.

And the three great disciples all at once close their eyes and turn their heads.

"Evil! What!"

"It's dazzling!"

Something dazzling light passes through his eyes.

The people who slowly threw their gazes towards the door again opened their eyes one by one.

Qingming walks out. it's obviously clear

But the clear blue they saw was not the clear blue they had seen until yesterday. Clearly, the blue name is the blue name... … .

'What makes it so soft?'

'Is oil running down your face?'

'Where did you pick up wild ginseng and eat it?'

All the three great disciples doubted their own eyes.

Surely, until yesterday, the bone was damaged, so it was not strange to die when the pick collapsed, wasn't it? But now, the Cheongmyeong in front of me was not healthy, so it looked like it was dripping with oil.

'Team.'

'I ate it. I should practice training.'

'I had a good dream.'

The three great disciples intuited that their dreams had gone far away.

"Hmmmm."

Cheongmyung, who walked to the dance hall and stood in front of the three great disciples, opened his mouth with a slightly gloomy tone.

"Gentlemen."

“……”

"This instructor can't help but feel sorry for the soldiers. He's been ill so far, so he has had no choice but to neglect their training. This instructor is deeply responsible for this."

"...Ah, no."

"It's okay. It could be!"

"We're fine! We're really fine!"

They were desperately screaming when they sensed that something strange was going on. But Qingming only shook his head with a sullen face.

"No. I practice hard even without me, but I did not live up to that expectation. This is definitely the instructor's mistake."

The atmosphere gets weird.

'Can't this be?'

'Does that bastard say all those things?'

Still, it's not a good thing... … .

"However!"

“……”

Qingming made a decisive declaration with his bewildered eyes.

"Even if you can't undo a mistake, you can make up for it! If you lack training, practice more!"

"That dog..."

"Fry it in poop and kill it..."

"I'd rather kill him. Rather!"

Small swear words poured out here and there, but Cheong Myung didn't even care.

"So, I hope that you too, do not forget that the future of the volcano belongs to you and work hard in your training with all your heart. Then first."

Qingming points upwards with his chin gesture. Everyone's gaze is directed upwards.

A towering lotus peak was seen.

“……”

"go."

“……”

"First-come-first-served basis. Half of those who arrive late go back."

“……”

"Aren't you going?"

At that moment, someone started running away like lightning. The face of the three great disciples who confirmed the identity of the person heading to Yeonhwabong at a formidable speed is astonishing.

"Metabolic?"

Jong Yoon.

He, the great disciple among the three great disciples, was running towards the lotus peak until the soles of his feet caught on fire. Someone quickly follows after him.

Of course it was a jogger.

"No, death penalty! Without loyalty!"

"Hey, run! Hurry!"

"If you're late, you have to go back! Run!"

At that moment, the rest of the three disciples begin to run towards the Lotus Peak.

"No! How can you become like that overnight!"

“Do you know Nanda?”

"The death penalty! Did I say it was worth trying?"

"A gentleman should know how to see time! Now is not the time!"

"The gentleman will freeze to death! Malco baboons!"

"What man?"

"The death penalty! Death penalty! Fall behind! Run! Death penalty!"

The three great disciples wore flags and climbed Yeonhwabong Peak. The practice of Qingming does not end with the passing of time. You cannot eat rice until the quota is over. If you climb the Lotus Peak twice and meet your quota, you will have to walk with your arms instead of your legs that day.

So everyone wears a flag and runs!

"Even ghosts don't care! Don't catch that one, what are you doing?"

"It looks like a ghost has been caught!"

Everyone ran and ran and ran with tears of blood. I don't know what they did, but as long as Qing Myung recovers health, there's no hope for them.

It was the moment when the first rebellion attempt was neatly suppressed before it even started.

Looking at the backs of the three great disciples climbing Yeonhwabong recklessly, Cheongmyeong smiled.

"Very cute things."

Dare to dream of rebellion?

The body, which became more sensitive as it reached a new level, did not miss a single conversation between them even in the White House.

"Well, okay."

Because it was like that in the past.

Submissive people who listen well have their limits. Volcanoes may prefer them, but they're not blue. At first, he wasn't physically rebellious.

But!

There is nothing worse than that if the complainant is not competent. The first thing that Mujin needs to get the right to speak is skill, and the second is skill.

“That skill, I’ll make it for you.”

Qingming smiled brightly.

It is important to regain the inaction of the past by himself, but no matter how strong he becomes, he cannot bring back the glory of the past volcano. This is because the Moonpa is not influenced by the power of one person.

Thousands of years of Moorimsa.

There were countless people who rose to the top of the world by their own strength. However, their fame may be passed on, but their successors do not leave a mark on the world.

In the end, in order for a clan to maintain its reputation and become famous, all members of the clan must be strong.

The reason why Shaolin is called the first gate in the world is not because there are the first people in the world. This is because even a clan with the best people in the world cannot defeat Shaolin as a clan versus a clan.

Haven't you heard that even volcanoes in their heyday in the past are several lags compared to Shaolin?

'Not this time.'

Qingming's eyes lit up.

In the past, he had no choice but to follow the methods of his masters and executioners, but this time he can rebuild the volcano from the ground up with his colors. It will be a long and difficult journey, but the end will be higher and grander than in the past.

Of course, it is questionable whether Jangmunsa-hyung will like the volcano.

“If you are sad, you will come back to life.”

After giggling for a while, Cheongmyung put both hands on his mouth and shouted.

"The last person has no food today!"

It was a viciousness that even the devil would cry.

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