Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 53

Haha, what a great person came. (2)

"No..."

"How is it?"

"There is a thing called order."

"Isn't this the most urgent thing?"

"I've come a long way and I'm hungry."

"When the treatment is over, I will prepare a sacramental feast."

“I have no power.”

“Would you like me to re-upload some medicine?”

Qingming glanced back at Hwangjong.

his eyes are burning

Now Hwangjong caught the straw while drowning. And that straw is cheongmyeong. If I can't fix Hwang Dae-in, I can feel the will that I will not let go of in my eyes.

Cheongmyung lost his appetite.

"Then, first of all, from the heart..."

"hurry!"

"...Okay. Don't rush it."

Qingming turned his head and looked at the bed. A person is lying in a thick silk blanket.

"Well."

Checking the face of the person lying down, Cheongmyung narrowed his brow slightly.

'It certainly seems to be the symptoms of Mahwa.'

You'll have to look a little closer to be sure. Qingming came closer and removed the blanket.

And involuntarily, I frowned.

Although she is wearing clothes, there is no way to cover her skinny body.

The old man, who had dried up like a throat ear, was barely holding his breath.

'The condition is more serious than I thought.'

Qingming rubs his chin.

'Mahwa is magic, but it's not a proper magic.'

If it had been subjected to a high level of magic, there was no way it could last a year. Even those who worked hard all their lives were unable to survive for three days when magic came.

This is not a symptom the elderly can tolerate.

then… … .

"I'll give you a pulse."

"Yes."

Cheongmyung reached out and grabbed Daein Hwang's wrist.

And then push in a little bit of energy. As the pure history of Cheong-myeong enters Dae-in Hwang's body, the tables full of tables turn back in surprise.

'Stupid.'

Cheongmyung narrowed his brow.

The symptoms are obvious. But, it is definitely not a symptom of a properly trained magician.

Cheongmyeong, who had released her hand from Daein Hwang's body, clenched her chin and fell into trouble.

Hwangjong could not hide his impatience when he saw such a clear name. Anyone who has had a heart attack would feel the same way if he had a serious expression on his face after releasing his hand.

Finally, Hwangjong, unable to bear it, opened his mouth.

"……How is it?"

"Eh, so..."

Cheongmyung scratched the back of his head.

"Is it difficult?"

"No. I don't think the treatment itself would be that difficult."

"That's right. It's fine. Everyone... Yes?"

Hwangjong's body trembled.

"Now what...?"

"The treatment is not very difficult."

"Are you really?"

"Yes. But right now I can't get my hands on it. I need some preparations."

"If you're ready, what..."

"First!"

Qingming said with a smirk.

“We eat rice first.”

“……”

Chop Chop Chop Chop.

Crushing and cutting everything that Cheongmyung's mouth enters. Hwangjong looked at the scene with the most absurd eyes.

He had met many Taoists while forming relationships with various sects, but, as far as I can tell, this is the first time he has been able to eat meat so well.

Even now, the long torn duck leg was sucked into the mouth of Cheong-myeong and disappeared as if it had ever been there.

Not only that.

crooked shape.

As soon as he fills the glass with expensive Yeontaeju, he rushes to pour it into his mouth.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooogogogogo against!"

“……”

It's the first time I've ever tasted such a delicious drink.

Hwangjong would have laughed when he said, 'I met a very exciting guru today' even if the situation was not like this, but the current situation made him laugh.

"I... a small dojo."

"Eh? Why?"

Cheongmyeong comes back with a lot of meat in his mouth. Hwangjong took a deep breath and calmed his mind.

“Are you ready for that… treatment?”

"You're doing it now."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

Qingming puts down his chopsticks.

"It's a treatment that requires a lot of physical strength, so it's important to eat well. But, Suuksu here is really good at cooking."

you'll be fine

It's the best guest house in Xian.

“I ate only things that were not like rice in the volcano, and now I feel a little relieved.”

Qingming patted his stomach.

"Have you eaten?"

"No. It's just the beginning."

“……”

Is there a caterpillar in your stomach?

He said that the volcano is in a difficult situation these days, but he seems quite hungry... … . No, even if you're usually hungry, does that fill your stomach? Is the human belly limited in size?

He was a magician who surprised people in many ways.

"You probably didn't come here to eat."

"What a cumshot."

“Still, it is a corporation with a purpose.”

“Those who cultivate the Way live according to the flow.”

"It's just going by too fast..."

"I'm keeping it in moderation."

Where are you looking?

Hwangjong sighed, unable to overcome his frustration.

"Swordsmith. It is not that I do not know that it is against the law to rush to the firehouse who has come a long way. But shouldn't the smallsmith also consider the feelings of his son, whose father is lying in a hospital bed?"

"I'm counting enough."

Hwangjong jumped up from his seat.

"Look! Small stamp! My father!"

"I'm not dying."

"...what did you do now?"

"I'm not going to die. Please sit down."

Cheongmyung casually poured the drink and drank it all the way through.

Seeing Hwangjong's angry expression, his face was not at all agitated.

"I've taken some measures a while ago, so there's no need to go back. It just takes some time for a complete cure, and I've overcome an urgent hurdle."

did you get treatment?

when?

"There is a saying that the sooner you go, the more you have to go back. It's not important to heal Yeong-joon right now. What really matters is why Yeong-joon collapsed."

"...do you really have treatment?"

"Did you just buy a trick?"

Cheongmyung shrugs his shoulders.

"If in doubt, go to the spirits. Obviously, a lot of the black energy between the forehead has disappeared."

Hwangjong stared intently at Cheongmyeong and nodded his head.

"You're not suspicious of my small dojo. I think it's good to be certain of everything, so I'll check it out right now."

"Please."

Hwangjong quickly went out. After a while, he slammed the door and looked at Cheongmyeong in disbelief.

"Daddy, what did you do?"

“Because I was cured.”

"When?"

Cheongmyung did not answer and pointed to the seat opposite me with a calm face.

"Aren't you going to sit down?"

“……”

Hwangjong looked at Cheongmyeong with eyes full of suspicion.

While living as a merchant, I have seen numerous groups of humans, but as a matter of fact, this is the first time I have ever seen such a person.

He sees a child's stroke from moment to moment, but at times feels very old-fashioned and seasoned.

'It is as if an old man is inside a child's body.'

It's unlikely, so it means that this child has gone through something unworthy of his age countless times.

'Can I trust you?'

But there is no reason not to believe it. As he confirmed, Hwang Moon-yak was clearly showing signs of improvement.

Whether or not he knew Hwangjong's complicated thoughts, Cheongmyung opened his mouth, pouring alcohol into his glass.

"If you don't want to sit down, answer while standing. I have a few questions for you..."

Hwangjong sat down again.

"Who is the closest to Youngjon?"

"Did you say you're the closest person?"

"Yes. A person who guarded Daein Hwang. A person who follows everything from bed to climbing. Otherwise, at least someone who will not be suspicious of anything he does."

"...why are you asking that?"

"Let's say you need it for treatment."

Hwangjong tilted his head and said:

"Of course it's me. It's my job to serve my father."

"Except that one."

"Except me..."

Hwangjong, who had been thinking deeply, shook his head.

"I don't know. Father was a man who worked so many things. So, of course, the number of people who looked after you is not small. There are at least five people who meet the standards that Sodojang says."

"It's a lot more than I thought. Hmm. That's right?"

He scratched his cheek as if he had trouble clearing.

But then he shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

“When it’s five, it won’t be easy to find them among them.”

"What the hell are you looking for?"

"You're not asking because you don't know? A. Maybe?"

“……”

Hwangjong's face hardened.

Of course, I'm not asking because I don't know. I just don't want to admit it.

"You mean the pleural effusion is inside?"

“At first I thought it was outside, but looking at the details of Daein Hwang, it seems that it wasn’t outside. From my point of view, it was the work of an insider.”

Hwangjong's face hardened.

"Please refrain from talking. Sodojang! All of the members of the upper galaxy are like family! Except that they have been with the upper galaxy all their lives, and they all respect their father! They..."

"Or not."

"……Eh?"

Qingming calmly patted his stomach.

"If you're suspicious or you're lucky, isn't it?"

"...but that's it."

Qingming yawned sullenly.

"So, don't worry. We'll find out when we investigate."

Hwangjong nodded his head heavily.

Seeing Hwangjong like that, Qingming shuddered inwardly.

'It's naive for a nobleman called a merchant.'

Few people know as well as Qingming how poisonous a person can be.

He watched a monk who preached mercy go mad with his head awake, and also watched a dao who practices the Way contemplating how to cut people's necks more neatly.

Humans are two-sided beings.

It can be a good person to some people, but it can also be a bad person to others.

'It's not that important.'

The important thing is that there is a person who assassinated Hwang Moon-yak in the upper part of the galaxy.

Judging from the state of affairs, it is clear that the person who had poorly mastered magic was continuously pouring magic into Hwang Moon-yak. At first, there was no problem, but after a long period of constant exposure, he became afflicted with magic.

Even if you know a certain amount of magic, you will not know how this symptom originated unless you have seen it with your own eyes and experienced it like Qingming.

'It seems that the inspiration has lived a good life.'

luck was right

If Qingming didn't see the contents of the book... … . No, if he hadn't been interested in Daein Hwang before then, Moonyak Hwang was destined to die from suffering like this.

'Big. This is good deed.'

Save people and make money.

Ditch and crawfish… … . Oh, not so much crayfish.

"But what are you going to do with that investigation?"

"You're doing it."

"……Well?"

Hwangjong asked with a blank face.

"You're doing an investigation?"

"Yes."

"Are you saying that eating food is investigation?

"A. That's not it. The investigation is what I'm talking about in the room with Sodanju like this right now."

Hwangjong tilted his head. I can't figure out what you mean at all.