Return of Mount Hua Sect

What's with all this town? (1)

“… … Are you human?”

“Are you human?”

“You look like a human?”

Everyone rolled their eyes and looked at him sitting on the ice.

“No, is it a bear?”

“Are you talking! speak!”

“Why are you being temperamental?”

When Baekcheon opened his eyes, Yoonjong secretly avoided his gaze.

The reason why he doubted whether he was a human despite hearing the voice was simple. It was because the person in front of them now was covered in a large bear skin.

It was an outfit I had never seen before in the midfield, so I didn't look like a young person.

“Can I answer you?”

“… … well."

In the midst of everyone's hesitation, the one in the bearskin looked at them and spoke again.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a foreigner."

A pure white face was visible under the dark brown fur that covered his head. It was difficult to fully understand his appearance because of his thick beard, but there was a part that stood out.

Yoon Jong and Jo Geul grab Baek Chun's arms and pull them all the way backwards. And whispered urgently.

“Sah, Sasuk. Sucks, Sacks! His eyes are blue!”

“Isn’t that a goblin?”

“All right, don’t panic. Westerners have heard of blue eyes!”

“… … Are you a westerner? Is this north?”

"Huh?"

Baekcheon couldn't find a word to answer for an instant and flinched.

The three of them glanced at the man and didn't know what to do. Eventually, Yi Seol shook her head and took a step forward.

“Can I tell you?”

“Uh? What does that mean?”

“… … The North Sea excludes the Midwest.”

"iced coffee."

The man nodded as if he knew what he was saying.

“It is the story of the high-ranking people. It has nothing to do with idiots like us.”

Then he smiled roundly.

After seeing Yu Seol and the man having a calm conversation, the disciples of Hwasan came back to the nearby area.

Baek Cheon, who was stabbed in the side and pushed slightly forward, coughed in vain and gently swept the man.

“Excuse me. My name is Baekcheon, the second great disciple of the Hwasan Sect.”

“A volcanic wave?”

The man tilted his head and muttered.

“It’s a volcano… … . I think I heard it.”

It is a volcano that is now famous all over the Central Plains, but it seems that the news did not reach this far North Sea.

No, even if that reputation was passed on, it would be no wonder that this man did not know about the Volcano Sect unless he was a strong man.

Baek Chun added him quietly and briefly.

“It’s a conduit in the midfield.”

“Ah, you were a mastermind. That’s why I didn’t know about the double color.”

A bitter smile appeared on Baekcheon's face at his words.

It's hard to tell if it's a guru or a monk, as there's no animal fur and hide.

"weird. The bald head will be recognizable.”

“… … .”

walk

Why are you doing this to Master Hyeyeon these days?

Any complaints?

Baek Cheon, who noticed that he slightly stretched his feet back and stomped on his toes, coughed and asked.

“… … If it's not rude, may I ask you a few questions?"

“You are polite people. Ask me.”

“We’re new, so, is this the North Sea?”

“Yes. This lake is the North Sea.”

"Ah… … .”

A new look of emotion flashed on Baekcheon's face.

As I was looking at the icy lake that was so wide that I couldn't see the end, I thought I could understand why this place is called the sea.

“It looks like you’ve come to the right place.”

“Yeah, that’s good. If I had been on the wrong road, I would have wanted to break the ice and just jump in.”

“… … .”

These days, Yoon Jong has become more radical.

Then Jo-Geul intervened and asked a question.

“But what are you doing here? There doesn't seem to be anything to do on the ice."

The man grinned.

“It may be a little unfamiliar to you. I was fishing.”

"Yes? Fishing?”

Come to think of it… … .

A long wooden stick was placed in front of the man who was sitting in a small chair, and a rope hung from the end of it went under a hole in the ice.

“Ummm, then… … .”

The man calmly grabbed the pole next to him and smashed the hole where the surface had already begun to freeze.

Jo-Geul asked curiously.

“… … Can you fish here? Is all the water frozen?”

“The top is frozen, but the bottom is fine. If it freezes all the way to the bottom, all the fish will die, so won't it become a dead lake after winter?"

"Ah… … .”

Yoon-jong frowned and whispered to Jo-geol.

“Walk.”

"Yes?"

“Don’t brag about your ignorance and shut up.”

“… … Yes."

Baek Cheon smiled warmly as he saw Yoon Jong beating Jo-Geul neatly.

It is a beautiful priestly relationship.

"Five! Move it!”

At that time, Dang Soso, who was looking at the fishing rod, trembled. Indeed, the fishing rod wobbled and leaned heavily toward the hole.

“Soundbite.”

The man grabbed the fishing rod and pulled it up at once.

I thought that water would come out of a hole that was bigger than a human head, and then a big fish the size of my forearm appeared out of the water.

"Wow."

“Very big!”

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

The man seems to be in a good mood, chuckling and smiling.

“It is rare to catch a fish this size these days, so I was lucky. Is it because of meeting a foreigner?”

Then he shrugged his shoulders and spoke in a cool tone.

“I serve fresh fish in return.”

"Yes?"

"Hahaha. don't speculate Because there is no law against foreigners in the North Sea.”

"no. not that part. What did you just say?”

“Did I say fresh fish?”

“… … Is that?”

"Yes?"

The man turned his head and looked at the fish he had caught.

Even though it had just been taken out of the water, it was already covered in white frost. It's just frozen frozen.

“… … It was fresh a while ago.”

“… … .”

“… … .”

The faces of everyone who looked at the fish seemed a little ecstatic. But then, the luggage of the cart began to wriggle.

“Uh?”

The man stared at him with curious eyes.

and.

suddenly!

"Eh?"

His eyes widened.

It's surprising that it's another load that has risen through the burdens.

The door of the sack moved wide open, and a black hair popped out of it.

“Hey, what the hell is that?”

Baekcheon closed his mouth and covered his face.

Still, I had never denied the existence of Cheong-Myeong itself, but for this moment, I was so ashamed that I wanted to pretend I didn't know.

“… … sorry. That guy got a lot of cold.”

Unsurprisingly, Cheongmyeong with her head raised screamed at the gust of wind.

“Aaaaah! My hair is torn! Ouch!"

“… … .”

“You crazy! It just got colder! How the hell did this town come about?”

“… … .”

The man's eyes looking at Cheongmyeong trembled slightly as if he was bewildered.

“Didn’t you guys call me a mastermind?”

“He is not. Perhaps.”

“… … .”

However, no matter what the evaluation of himself was, Chung Myung was busy pouring out what he had to say.

"Mister! Mister!"

"Yes? Me?”

“This is the North Sea, right?”

“… … Yes, though.”

“Where do I have to go to get to Bukhae Ice Palace? Are you near here?”

“Binggung?”

The man's face hardened slightly at the unexpected question.

“Are you guys going to visit Binggung? Binggung is not accepting foreigners now. Even people from the North Sea can only access the area with permission.”

“Oh, it’s okay. I got permission.”

“You guys?”

The man looked at the disciples of the volcano as if he was a little suspicious, and nodded quietly.

“Well, without permission, there would be no way to visit here in this winter, when North Sea Indians are not allowed to go outside. That means it’s urgent.”

“… … .”

Isn't it?

Did you just come here without thinking?

“So, where is the North Sea Ice Palace?”

“The road to Bukhae Ice Palace is not that difficult. All you have to do is keep going along this lake. At the end of it is the area where the mountain range meets the lake. The North Sea Ice Palace is right there.”

"Ah. So, can we just follow this lake all the way?”

“Exactly.”

Qingming nodded vigorously, as if reassured.

“I was very scared because I knew I had to go for a long time! So, are you almost there?”

"Yes? Did you not hear me?”

"Yes? You said you only have to go to the end of this lake, right?”

“… … Guys, you don't even know what the North Sea is. The end of this lake, that is, the North Sea, is about 1,500 miles from here.”

"Yes? How much?”

“A thousand and five hundred li.”

"Yes?"

“Hey, are you deaf? One thousand and five hundred lira.”

"Yes?"

“… … .”

The eyes of Qingming caused an earthquake.

“Hey, how many li?”

“… … One thousand and five hundred li.”

“Uncle, aren’t you joking with me now?”

“… … .”

“How many lira? From the volcano to the sacheondangga, it is less than 1,500 li, isn’t it 1,500 li?”

“Isn’t that the North Sea?”

“… … Is this really crazy town?”

Qingming muttered in confusion.

I've heard that the lake is so big that it's called the North Sea, but that's to some extent! Isn't this too much to do?

“Hey, in this cold weather, you have to go another thousand and five hundred miles with the cart?”

The cord of reason that Qingming had been holding on to was finally broken.

"Damn, I'm not human unless I set fire to the head of Shaolin's head, whether it's a courtroom or a rice cooker! Is this person cheating wearing a sump? Is this where people come? this?"

I thought the informants sent by Shaolin had been beaten to death by the demons, but now I see they are frozen! It's frozen!

But there was no one to stop Qingming's abusive language. Baek Cheon and the rest of the disciples were also stunned.

“A thousand and five hundred li?”

Even now, it looks like it will freeze soon, but I have to go another 1,500 miles to the north. My face was about to go blue.

The man shook his head as if he was sorry.

“You guys had no idea what the North Sea was like. This is just the beginning of the North Sea. If you go to the mountain range up there, it is incomparably cold here.”

“… … .”

“It’s perfect to freeze to death in that outfit.”

The man who was talking smirked.

“I can’t help it. This is also a relationship, so please follow me.”

"Yes?"

“North Koreans don’t treat guests badly. I think we should go home and warm ourselves up a bit.”

"Ah… … . Thank you for your words, but... … .”

"Yes! I will go!”

Baek Cheon, who had stopped talking to Qing Ming at first, looked back with a fat expression on his face.

"Hey. In someone else's house... … .”

“It must be freezing right now, but does it matter if it is someone else’s house or mine? Then, if you freeze to death on the street, who says you are polite and say something?”

Cheongmyeong was now proving with her whole body why it was said that the temperament of those living in cold regions was urgent.

“It’s not wrong. It is better not to underestimate the North Sea.”

“… … Then I’ll be rude and take care of myself.”

"Hahaha. what do you care about Come follow me.”

The man began to clear the seat where he was sitting.

“I’m happy though. It's winter, so there's nothing to eat, but I caught some fish today."

"Yes? Is that?”

The man nodded his head at the question of Qingming.

“Are you going to share it?”

“… … It's not easy to catch something like this in the North Sea in winter."

Even that one fish?

“Shut up. I'd rather die than get sick."

It's supposed to be frozen, but I can't even cook my stomach. Being reborn as a beggar doesn't mean you can't live like a beggar.

Cheongmyung, which came out of the back of the bag, sprinted towards the hole in the ice.

“Ugh! cold! cold! Aww! It must be really frozen!”

Then, without delay, he shoved his hand into the hole.

“Now, what are you doing… … !”

“Ouch!”

When Cheongmyung pulled out his hand, the ice around the hole shattered. And several fish the size of a human forearm came together and soared.

“Huh?”

Tung! empty!

The fish that fell on the ice fluttered and immediately froze.

"Five! Cheong Myung-ah, you did well... … .”

Baek Chen's eyes twinkled and he turned his head to praise Qingming. But he was no longer there.

“… … .”

When I turned my head, the sack with the entrance tightened was procrastinating and digging into the luggage.

“… … I can't tell if I should curse him or praise him once in a while."

“It will all happen, Sasuk.”

Yoonjong patted Baekcheon on the shoulder as if comforting him.

The man looked alternately at the fish strewn here and there on the ice and the sack dug through the luggage.

His eyes softened slightly for a moment.

“Put this on quickly.”

"Yes!"

When the disciples of the volcano loaded all the frozen fish on the cart, the man also cleaned up his fishing rods.

“Probably… … They don't seem like ordinary guests."

Then he straightened his body, stood up, and looked at Baekcheon.

“Let me introduce myself again. My name is Lee Myung Hong.”

“As I said before, we are the followers of the Jungwon Volcano Sect. I am the third generation of volcanoes... … .”

“Oh, okay! Let's go! I’m going to freeze it!”

“… … .”

Hong Yi-myeong nodded as he looked at Baek-cheon, who was looking at him with slightly sad eyes.

“Gasena.”

“… … Yes."

His personality was a hundred thousand, realizing that there was no difference between cold and hot places.

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