Return of Mount Hua Sect

A mountain has to be crossed to be meaningful. (1)

The blood drained from Song Tae-ak's face.

'shaman?'

Why did the shaman suddenly come here?

"radish. Are you a shaman? Who said it was from the shaman?”

"I do not know. Well, I haven't quite figured it out yet. But not one or two. At least close to one hundred... … .”

“A ship, a hundred? One hundred?”

Song Tae-ak's eyes, which bulged out in surprise, could not protrude and seemed to be pouring onto the ground at any moment.

'This is not normal.'

Of course, shamans are located in Hubei, so they are not difficult to see in Wuhan. However, it is not uncommon for such a large number to move at once.

I don't know if there are problems with other sects or if there is something to be solved in Wuhan.

However, the Great Byeolchae has already been subjugated, and if it is not for the Great Byeolchae, isn't Wuhan a peaceful place?

“Are you really sure you are coming here?”

“Yeah, it seems so.”

I guess so. Damn it, of course it is.

There is only one reason why a shaman would come to this peaceful infinity.

Song Tae-ak's gaze flew to Hwasan's disciples and pierced them. The disciples of the volcano were also unable to hide their bewilderment.

“Why is the shaman coming?”

"I do not know. It looks like he's coming to say hello."

"why not… … Why?”

However, if you are embarrassed by the fact that the shaman is coming, it is normal to have to look at the front door where the shaman will come in. Their gaze has been glancing at the one person squatting behind them all the time. His face was full of signs of disappointment.

'ruined.'

'No, why when this bastard is here!'

'There's no long-distance man here right now... … .'

'Now, won't the elders do something for you?'

In the absence of Hyeonjong, everyone could not hide their anxiety at the fact that Cheongmyeong faced a shaman.

Seeing the bizarre atmosphere, Song Tae-ak became more and more distant.

“Sir, the upper lord.”

"Eww… … .”

He nodded his head violently as if he had awakened belatedly only after hearing a voice calling from the side.

Whether there is a volcano here or not, once they reach this place, the cause will be a 'visit to the top of the Golden Ship'.

So, of course, he had to welcome them.

'Why at a time like this... … .'

Song Tae-ak ran out the front door without even thinking of wiping off the sweat. No, I was going out.

But he hurriedly left and took a step, and stopped again on the spot. And with a blank face, he looked at the elders of the volcano and Cheongmyeong at a glance.

"I… … .”

Song Tae-ak swallowed dry saliva and opened his mouth with difficulty.

He also couldn't understand why he had to explain such an obvious thing in words. But the unknown anxiety stopped him.

“I’m speaking to the old woman, but maybe with the shaman… … .”

“No worries.”

Hyunyoung said as if it wasn't a big deal.

“Because I don’t want to cause trouble with the shaman as a member of the same school.”

"thank you. Oh, and that… … .”

This time, Song Tae-ak's gaze slowly turned to Cheong-myeong.

He didn't win by beating the top of the infinite best. Just by looking at him, he knew who to answer now. And that that person is not Hyunyoung.

"why?"

“… … No, that… … stamp… … .”

“Are you afraid I’m having an argument with the shamans?”

Song Tae-ak was not the first to react to that.

The disciples of the volcano who were guarding the surroundings flinched as if they were stabbed.

Qingming turned his head slightly and looked at everyone. All the disciples of the volcano secretly averted their gaze as they were afraid to make eye contact.

“Twitter.”

“… … .”

Cheongmyeong looked at Song Tae-ak and smiled.

“Ah, the top lord is really nice too. I'm still in trouble with my reputation, so would I go about arguing with anyone?"

Yes.

Usually the sorcerer is not like that.

But you're not doing this because you don't look like a magician.

"there… … Elder?”

They desperately sent their eyes to the elders next to Cheongmyeong asking them to do something, but they, too, only gently turned away from Song Tae-ak's gaze.

"haha."

“No, but don’t laugh… … .”

“Heh heh heh. What a nice day.”

“… … .”

Song Tae-ak, who was at a loss for words, stared into the air in despair, wondering what to do with this situation. Then, a voice mixed with laughter was heard in my ear.

“Do you have time for this? A precious person is coming, and I think I will have to go out and meet him.”

Song Tae-ak's stomach twisted once at the sight of Cheong-myeong smirking.

“Shut up!”

But it was the right thing to say.

'O God of Heaven and Earth!'

Song Tae-ak left the disciples of Hwasan and ran forward.

As I stood in front of the wide open front door, I could clearly see many people approaching from far away.

It was obviously a fool.

They were familiar shaman warriors he knew well. But somehow, it felt so familiar yet profoundly unfamiliar.

'Yeah, it feels so different.'

Song Tae-ak swallowed dry saliva and gently rubbed his cold fingertips.

And I watched the guards walking proudly, wearing black coats that symbolized the dao.

If you live in Hubei, you will be familiar with that behavior. Song Tae-ak also stopped by a shaman for business or a high-ranking shaman visited the top of the gold line, so he saw it several times.

But the shaman he is now was different from the feeling he had then.

That being said, if it was similar to a volcano, it was definitely not. The atmosphere itself was completely different.

If the volcano felt a little cold because it was not too free, the severity and solemnity of them was clearly felt.

Perhaps this is the real face that the shaman has not shown to Song Tae-ak.

'Wow, the feeling of intimidation... … .'

Heaven's first checkpoint.

At the same time, the first gate in the world.

No other grand modifiers were needed. These two words are not enough to explain the position of a shaman in a stronghold.

And the first sword in the world was now approaching Song Tae-ak with a stiff face.

After a while, the shaman's disciples walked in line and lined up at the main gate at the top of the gold line.

Song Tae-ak, who was waiting for Doyeol without even opening his mouth, opened his mouth hurriedly as soon as the movement of the shaman masters was over.

“Uh, come on!”

His legs were trembling slightly.

He obtained a position that no one could ignore in the upper realm, but he also had no meaning in front of the name of a shaman.

“I am Song Tae-ak, the top owner of the Golden Line. I visited a shaman a few times before... … .”

"Ah."

Then, one of the elders standing in front slowly stepped forward, faced Song Tae-ak, and smiled.

“You are the owner of the Golden Ship. sorry. Because they were only cultivating the Tao in the mountains, they did not recognize the Lord Sang Sang. I didn’t know that a precious person would come to meet me in person.”

"Ah… … .”

“My name is Sanja Heo, the elder of the shaman.”

Heo San-ja gave a nice smile to the people. Song Tae-ak shook his body slightly.

The people he had encountered so far were those in charge of the shaman's finances. There is no one in the world who hates money, but in any case, the position of the Jeongjeongdang was not so great for a shaman who was a prostitute.

In other words, it meant that it was the first time Song Tae-ak had ever seen an elder of a true shaman come here.

“Huh, you were a Heo Sanjin!”

“I am not a person who dares to be called a true man. Just call me Heo San-ja.”

“Yes, elder.”

Song Tae-ak swallowed dry saliva one after another.

The elder of the shaman is by no means easy to see. The power of an elder of a shaman in Jungwon is never inferior to that of the upper class of the Jungwon 10 Daesangdan.

Considering the power of the clan they are carrying, it must be more than that.

But even so, this elder named Heo Zhan-ja was rather humble and polite without showing any pressure.

'This is a prestigious shaman.'

It was a moment to understand why the name of a shaman is moving all over the world, and everyone respects them as Taomun.

“Well, but what… … ?”

Song Tae-ak, who had spoken in a hurry, for a moment shut his mouth.

It is not polite to stand in front of the door and ask about business when a customer has arrived. Normally, I would never have made this kind of mistake, but I made a mistake because I had the thought that I didn't want to be brought inside where there was a volcanic wave.

"iced coffee."

Hana Sanja Heo smiled softly as if not to blame for the mistake.

“I heard that the volcanic swordsmen are staying at the top of the gold line. Is that so?"

“… … .”

Song Tae-ak didn't answer right away.

This is partly because what he had done turned out to be the case, but because the eyes of Sanja Heo who spoke those words seemed to say, 'I know that you are trying to move your business to a volcano, not a shaman.'

His eyes were only mild, but he felt an unknown coolness. Then Heo Sanja asked again.

"How is it?"

"Ah… … . Yes! Yes! there is. now in... … Volcanic waves... … .”

Heo Sanja chanted Doho lowly.

“I also heard that the Volcano faction subjugated the Daebyeolchae and provided mercy to the civilians. As someone who follows the Way together, I came to the conclusion that I should visit and give thanks. If it doesn't bother you, could you possibly meet people who are volcanic waves?"

When he came this far, there was no way out for Song Tae-ak.

“All right, of course, Elder. Please eat inside.”

“Infinite money. thank you."

Song Tae-ak glanced at Heo San-ja's back.

'Your words and actions are so different.'

Contrary to the words of Sanja Heo who wanted to give thanks to the Hwasan faction, the faces of the shaman disciples who were guarding him were young with strange anger and jealousy.

But what to do?

Being caught between the shaman and the huge clan called Hwasan, there was nothing he could do. All I can do is let the two of us meet as instructed and pray to the Heavens and Earth that nothing happens.

No, I'll have to pray to the Primitive Heavenly God this time.

The disciples of the shaman, led by Song Tae-ak and Heo San-ja, entered through the main gate at the top of the Golden Line. And before he could even take a few steps, his eyes met with the disciples of the volcano, who were roughly seated inside.

At the sight, Song Tae-ak felt a sense of extreme discomfort.

'It's even worse here.'

Was it because I felt the momentum of the shaman disciples with my whole body a while ago?

Compared to the shaman who came in perfectly aligned, the disciples of the volcano, who were roughly gathered here and there, half-sitting, almost looked like neighborhood bullies.

It's the same door, so how can they be so different?

But if we could find only one thing that was the same, it was the eyes.

Only the eyes of the volcanic disciples did not fall behind the sharp momentum of the shaman's disciples.

No, rather… … .

"Huh?"

That was the moment.

Qingming, who was squatting in the middle like the boss of a gangster, jumped up from his seat. Then he smiled brightly and ran away.

“Hey, elder! How much is this!”

He rushed forward, smiling softly, grabbed Heo San-ja's hands, and shook it up and down again and again.

"OMG… … .”

“That madman… … .”

What Song Tae-ak wanted to say, Hwasan's disciples did it for him.

“Heh, heh heh heh. Heh heh heh.”

Heo San-ja laughed as if it was absurd.

“It’s been a long time, Sodo.”

“Yes, yes! It's the first time I've seen you at Sword Gun, so this is uh... … how many years? As people get older, the years pass so quickly, I don’t know.”

that crazy guy

Song Tae-ak's face turned white in shock. No matter how you look at it, the blue young Cheongmyung didn't dare say anything in front of Sanja Heo.

However, Sanja Heo only burst out laughing instead of anger as if he was already familiar with that kind of clarity.

"Yes. It's been a long time. I’ve just been dedicated.”

"Yes. It's really nice to see you again. Hey, what kind of sign are we? Still, we shared some swords (?)... … .”

thud!

At that moment, Hyunyoung's fist fell on Cheongmyung's head.

“Don’t talk to me, go behind me.”

“Oh, elder! Until I hit it... … .”

“Would that be more correct?”

“I am going now!”

Cheongmyung covered his head and ran backwards, his mouth crooked. Heo San-ja laughed as if there was nothing he could do.

'It's really not easy.'

I don't know if I thought about it all or if it was because I was really happy. However, thanks to this, the atmosphere the shaman was trying to create was completely destroyed.

'It's probably good.'

Heo San-ja opened her mouth as she looked at Hyun-young and Hyeon-young who came forward.

“Infinite money.”

“Infinite money.”

Those who shared strife while chanting Doho to each other raised their heads and looked at each other.

The moment they met each other's eyes, with gentle smiles on their faces, the surrounding air changed and tension began to flow.

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