Return of Mount Hua Sect

A mountain has to be crossed to be meaningful. (2)

Cheongmyung returned to his seat, puffed up both cheeks in dissatisfaction, and grumbled.

“It’s been a while since we met, but we can talk.”

“Yes, yes.”

“Ah, the elder was harsh.”

"that's right."

"Yes?"

When the unexpected reactions returned, Cheongmyeong tilted her head.

'Why do these humans agree with what I'm saying?'

“Sister?”

"haha. you understand Since it's a meeting with a shaman, wouldn't the elders be sharp?"

“No, that’s not it, why do you keep sneaking around?”

“… … Catch it.”

"Yes!"

Hundreds of thousands rushing from side to side grabbed Qingming's arms and stretched out. Even Hyeyeon, who was behind me, ran and grabbed her waist, and even Baekah, who was in her arms, ran out and grabbed her neck.

“Never let it go wild. never! The future of the volcano is at stake.”

“Yes, Sasuk!”

“I risk my life to stop it!”

No, but these?

Qingming looked to the left and left as if he was absurd and said.

“No, do the executioners think I’m even going to argue with them?”

"no."

Baek Chen shook his head resolutely.

“You are not like that. I guarantee.”

"Yes?"

“It can’t end in an argument.”

“… … .”

If I had to pick the most decisive thing in the world, it was the face of a hundred thousand now.

“Be quiet before you even cover your snout. I am serious now.”

“… … .”

Everyone cheered at least in their hearts as they watched Baekcheon shut the mouth of Cheongmyeong.

'It's a private residence after all.'

'At times like this, it's really unreliable!'

I've been through a lot of things and learned a lot, but the thing I've learned the most is how to keep that damn bastard from running wild.

Of course, it hardly ever worked, and I can't say for sure that it still works.

Even at the moment when they suppressed Qingming, the conversation between the elders continued.

Heo Sanja smiled brightly.

“I am so glad to have met you. I call it a shaman's Heoshan.”

“It is a volcanic phenomenon.”

“It is the epitome of a volcano.”

From the moment he heard the name Heo-san, Hyun-young's eyes lit up slightly.

'Is that San-Jin Heo who is the right arm of Do-Jin Heo?'

They could not have come this far on their own judgment alone. Of course, it must be the judgment of a long writer for such a large number of people to move. However, he sent the person he trusted the most, which means that heo Dojin-in's vigilance against volcanoes has become very strong.

“I don’t know how to express my gratitude, since a precious person has come to visit me so far.”

“It’s far away. Wuhan is like a shaman's front yard. It is said that the real people of the volcano have visited, how can you keep your buttocks in a comfortable room as the owner?”

"haha. As a guest, I am sorry that I could not visit the owner first.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean that. Please do not misunderstand me.”

Jo Geol, who was quietly listening to the conversation, whispered to Yoon Jong.

"execution."

"Yes?"

“It looks like the horse has a lot of swords in it.”

“… … Be quite."

I told him to keep his mouth shut, but Jong-Yun Yoon felt the same way.

'It's bloody.'

We were talking with a smile, but every word was heavy. They didn't back down even an inch, they were holding each other down by means of words.

On the other hand, however, it also meant that Hyunyoung and Hyunsang were maintaining their dignity against the elders of the shaman.

Even though the shaman's disciples have formed a camp and are putting pressure on them.

'Our elders... … .'

Baekcheon smiled quietly without realizing it.

It was because I was filled with pride just looking at that scene.

“By the way, Sasuk.”

"Well?"

Jogeul tilted her head and asked.

“Isn’t that shaman’s elder you’ve seen in sword guns before?”

"Yes."

“From my memory back then, I think Cheong Myung got along with him a bit.”

"It did."

It wasn't exactly a match, it was a fight, but it wasn't easy for even a jogger to say that out loud in this situation.

"then… … .”

When Jo-Geul hesitated to say something, Cheong-Myeong shook her head.

"What?"

“… … .”

“Why is the shaman elder so weak?”

“Hey, man! When did I say that?”

Qingming smiled bitterly.

Of course, Qingmyeong was strong enough to be called a late index even then, but it was weak enough to be compared with now. Whatever it is, it takes time to find the old inaction again.

“I have nothing to say. Because it is true.”

"Yes?"

“That elder is not that strong.”

“… … .”

Hearing this, Baekcheon and his party looked at Heo San-ja standing in the distance with a slightly startled expression on their faces.

'Aren't you counting?'

How could such a person become an elder representing a shaman?

“Everyone seems to be misunderstood.”

"Yes?"

“Volcanoes are a special case. Most of the elite gangs are like this. Because unlike volcanoes, the power of nobles comes from elders and great disciples.”

“Yeah, that’s right. That’s natural.”

"no. I don't think you understand at all... … .”

Cheongmyung snorted.

“The power of the elders becomes the power of the clan. But do you think there will be time for such elders to wander around without training?”

"Huh… … .”

That was something I had never thought of.

“Most of the elders are like that. I've already done everything I'd like to experience, and I've also experienced a moderate amount of practice. So now, you're not just learning, you're perfecting your own sword. So do you know what will happen?”

“That, well?”

“They are scattered all over the mountain with only one sword and only learn swordsmanship.”

“… … .”

“As an elder, I can’t eat as much as I want, and if I ask you to do something outside, you pay a lot of hate. If you do what you want to do, and then when something really big happens to the family, then the elders are the ones who secretly show their faces and say this and that.”

“… … The ratings are very bad.”

“As if I had seen such an elder somewhere.”

Cheongmyung smiled silently and looked up at the sky.

- Hey! Please do some work! do some work! A guy called an elder drinks alcohol every day! The other disciples are working with their feet pounding! What the hell are you doing, you rotten bastard!

'Oh, I'm sorry.'

This is what the past hearings have said while holding onto Cheongmyeong.

'Did I know then.'

If I had known then that running a clan is such a pain, I would have helped the hearing with all my might.

… … No, to be honest, I would have given it two or three more times. two or three times.

anyway.

“So, from the point of view of a shaman, there is no one like him. It's not the best for nothing, but anyway, he's got a decent reputation, he's diligent, and he faithfully carries out the will of a long-time writer. That's a skill that's incomparable to strong idiots."

I would have ignored him in the past if it was Cheongmyeong, but now I know. In order for the clan to grow, such a person is absolutely necessary.

Jo-Geul said with a slightly puzzled face.

"Uh, so you're a great person anyway?"

"no. That's not it. Anyway, it’s true that I didn’t count as an elder in a shaman.”

Qingming said firmly.

“So, just look at that yangban and don’t ignore the elders of the shaman.”

His eyes looking at Heo San-ja suddenly became sharp.

“It’s not like I’m ignoring that gentleman. But the real shaman elders are literally sword demons. They are humans who only wield swords, except for the time they eat and sleep, saying they want to get the Way with one sword. It is not easy to see.”

Those who had been listening quietly swallowed dry saliva and nodded their heads.

"and… … The same goes for the great disciples.”

Cheongmyung's gaze turned to the shaman's disciples, neatly lined up behind him.

“I didn’t get particularly good results in the non-choice competition the other day, so I guess you don’t think there’s anything great about being a shaman.”

“Yeah… … .”

“But it is rare for a shaman’s apprentice to lose fame from an early age.”

Qingming said as if chewing.

“The original Taoist ignorance grows stronger as time goes by. Unlike the martial arts of other sects that have been ahead of the curve from an early age, it is the muhak of the Taoist that is weak at first, but accumulates and accumulates to become a great mountain. It’s similar to a volcano, but if it’s the color of the Tao, to be honest, that one is stronger.”

“… … .”

“The disciple of the shaman grows stronger as the training time accumulates. The third disciple is insignificant, and the second disciple barely pays for a meal. People change when you become a great disciple, and when you become an elder... … Become a monster.”

As he spoke, his face hardened little by little.

The subtle change in expression made the listener feel more nervous than any other words he had ever said. Baekcheon opened his mouth slowly.

“The shaman is so strong.”

"Yes."

He nodded at Qingming's answer.

“It’s safe.”

"Well?"

“It should be a shaman.”

“… … .”

“I tried to use my strength and win, but it doesn’t make any sense if my opponent is comfy. If possible, I like it to be as high as Mt. and… … .”

A smile hung on his beautiful lips.

“Mountains have to be crossed to have meaning.”

“… … .”

Cheongmyung, who was staring at him, turned his head to check the faces of the others. All of them were staring at the shaman with a serious face.

A smile crept onto the corner of his lips as well.

“Dongryong has nice things to say about the subject.”

“Is this kid?”

“Until there.”

At that time, Yoonjong gently raised his hand to deter everyone.

“First of all, from the elders’ words.”

Everyone nodded as if in agreement and looked at the elders.

Meanwhile, the conversation continued.

"priority."

Heo San-ja lightly lowered his head.

“Thank you for subjugating the large annex that the shaman could not do. Not only the people of Wuhan, but everyone in Hubei will appreciate the volcano.”

“If you are a sect who respects consultation, this is what you should have done. Don’t worry.”

'Ah, the death penalty.'

Hyunyoung's eyes twitched as she heard Hyunjin's answer.

I may have just chosen an appropriate answer in my own way, but this was by no means a good answer. It was because, depending on what they heard, it could be said that the shaman did not know the consultation and left the large annex.

However, there was no significant change in Heo San-ja's expression whether he didn't think like that or whether he didn't show it.

“It’s not just a large annex. I heard that the disciples of Hwasan also did a great job in the North Sea.”

"Ah… … .”

Hyunyoung's eyes twitched once again.

What happened in the North Sea of ​​Yiyeokman-ri is not yet known to this Central Park. Horses are spread by horses, but the North Sea has not yet entered the Central Plains, and trade centered on volcanoes is just beginning.

Still, the shaman knew this. I could feel how excellent their intelligence was.

“It’s not a big deal. I just did what I had to do.”

"haha. Is that so."

Heo San-ja smiles brightly.

“It’s not just the North Sea. Wasn't the momentum of the volcano so high both in Yunnan the other day and in the non-dance competition? I respect you with my heart.”

“Even if the volcanic momentum is high, how dare you be compared to a shaman. Excessive courtesy is rather proportional.”

"Hahaha. It is not. Volcanoes are definitely in good shape these days.”

“… … .”

“So, I mean… … .”

Heo San-ja glanced at the shaman's disciples and said,

“Unlike the disciples of Hwasan, who travel around the world saying the world is small, it is shameful, but our shaman’s disciples still lack knowledge about the world.”

“How could you say that… … .”

“Hani, how about this?”

The phenomenon of looking at Heo San-ja and Hyun-young's face were slightly tense.

“Aren’t shamans and volcanoes the same gatehouse and gatekeepers anyway? If we can see each other's swords, wouldn't it be a good opportunity to widen the fog and advance to a higher level?"

Phenomenon's face hardened coldly.

This is a non-commissioning application.

'This direct?'

Usually, these words do not come out directly.

Bimuran is the division of victory and defeat. If there were even rumors about the outcome, there would be no greater disappointment for the defeated clan.

Because of this, they usually discuss these things behind the scenes and hide the outcome of the match from others.

'Isn't this the case?'

But that's why it was rather an outlier.

The shaman only loses his manners a little, but he's not a volcano. If you hear this and do not respond to Bimu, rumors will spread throughout Hubei that Hua Hua was frightened by the shaman and fled.

If you do that, all the reputation you have built up will be blown away. No, it may be possible to protect its reputation, but the evaluation that volcanoes are not for shamans will be inevitable.

'This raccoon-like author... … .'

The phenomenon deeply felt why Heo Do-jin-in trusts Heo San-ja so much. With just a few words, why don't you put them in a corner at once and take away all the gains you've made so far?

“How are you, Dojo?”

“… … .”

Heo San-ja asked the question again, but the phenomenon did not give an answer.

Even at a glance, the spirit of the shaman disciples brought by Yija is not unusual. Even if you respond to this and lose... … .

It was then.

"Huh? it?"

Hyunjin's head turned around at the ominous voice he heard.

'Why are you doing that again, Jan?'

He saw the figure of Cheongmyeong being captured by hundreds of thousands of people. He exclaimed, whose mouth has not yet been sealed.

“Are you going to do some bimura now?”

“Heh heh heh.”

Heo San-ja burst out laughing.

It is unimaginable in a shaman for an ordinary disciple to intervene in the conversations of the elders. However, as Sanja Heo had already experienced what kind of person that Qingmyeong was, he was not too embarrassed.

“That’s right, Swordmaster. Isn't that a good thing?”

"Yes. That's a good thing. By the way… … Are you okay?”

“What do you mean?”

Cheongmyung chuckled.

“If you challenged a volcano like that and lost even if you were to lose, the face of a shaman wouldn’t make sense.”

“Do, a challenge?”

Heo San-ja glanced at the merchants on the top of the gold ship who were watching this for a moment. Unsurprisingly, the onlookers began to gossip amongst themselves.

"haha. I'm a person and I'm a doormat, so it looks like I'm going to have to make a career out of it. There are times when the shaman of the world takes on a challenge. big! Our elders should have seen this.”

“… … .”

A sense of embarrassment flashed across Heo San-ja's face for a moment.

The shaman's disciples, who were listening to the conversation from behind, also hardened their faces fiercely.

"I… … .”

There were clenched fists here and there, the sound of bones echoing, and the sound of grinding teeth leaking out.

At the quiet rage that erupted, Cheongmyeong grinned.

“Still, there is a history of volcanoes, how can you refuse this? We need to tell you what a real gate is and what a sword gate is.”

In the end, Heo San-ja's face turned red.

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