Return of Mount Hua Sect

I don't know anything like distribution! (1)

“This… … .”

Heo Sanja bit her lip.

'What the hell are these guys doing?'

A promise between a clan is inevitably more important than an individual promise. But how can you be so carefree when you shamelessly break the promised time?

“Whoa.”

He let out a short sigh, suppressing his anger.

After a while, he turned his aura lightly, calming his heart, and looking at the elders behind Qingming with his cold eyes. While completely ignoring the blueprint.

“If it’s a volcano, it’s still a mundae that was once called a noble family, so I didn’t know that you would take this promise lightly.”

At the sharp remarks, a look of humility appeared on Hyunjin's face. However, Hyun-young, who was standing by, calmly took a step forward and answered instead.

"Forgive me for being late."

“Hmm.”

“There is, however, one thing to correct.”

“… … What do you mean?”

“Hwasan is not a family that was once called a noble family, but it is still a prestigious family.”

“… … .”

“I want you to remember.”

Heo San-ja was so absurd that he laughed.

It is true that the volcanic god dragon at the forefront was the biggest problem, but the things behind them were no different.

'No shame!'

Heo San-ja's heart simmered, disregarding his status as a doin.

'Even this is not a closet area.'

Can you do something like this to excite him? Then they don't even have to work hard. If you set up a suitable troupe and travel around, soon it will be rumored to be a famous troupe and you will be invited by the emperor.

How could there be so many talented actors gathered in one place!

I don't know how they came to be, but one thing was certain.

A shaman and a volcano can never go together like water and oil.

"still… … .”

Heo San-ja, reconfirming that fact, spoke out words that he would never have said if he had been a normal person.

“I am late, but thank you for being here. What if today’s secretariat is canceled?”

He spoke softly, but the hidden meaning was closer to 'You pushed your face here without running away.'

Hearing this, Cheongmyeong smiled and answered on behalf of the elders.

“What are you dealing with great kids?”

“… … small stamp. I tried to keep my mouth shut because it was my business, but it is not right for adults to keep interfering with what they are saying.”

“Oh, we are fine.”

“What did you do now?”

“A volcano is okay. Because it's not so cliche. The yangbans with a short history go over and do what they say. If you want to ask for something like that, show respect to the clan who became your ancestors.”

In an instant, Heo San-ja's face hardened like a stone.

Also, how can you not get angry when you bring up that damned Hwaryongjin?

“The rumor… … !”

As Sanja Heo was about to say something, Mujin, who was standing behind him, gently grabbed his sleeve.

Heo San-ja, noticing his mistake by that small and light movement, suppressed his anger and quietly bit his mouth. The longer you mingled his words, the better it would be to not engage in the conversation itself, if you were drawn to the other person.

If he had only strong self-esteem, he would not back down from a fight with a young guy, but fortunately, Heo San-ja was a person who prioritized the interests of the clan over his pride.

“Well, let’s not blush like that.”

“… … .”

Cheongmyung smiled and continued.

“You said that this is a place to strengthen friendship between the two factions. But just looking at you being so courageous right now, I can tell you that you are risking your own self-esteem and making a life-or-death decision. You didn't come here with that intent, did you?"

“Of course not.”

“Then you should laugh.”

Heo San-ja, who saw Cheongmyeong smiling brightly, gently closed his eyes.

After calming his mind for a while, he was able to open his eyes again. He obviously turned away from Qingming and turned his gaze to the phenomenon.

“Can I start the secretariat now?”

“We are always ready.”

“Then it won’t take long. Take good care of me."

“We are.”

The two swept each other. As soon as he lowered his hand, Sanja Heo turned his body to let the cold wind blow and returned to his place.

However, Mujin, who was guarding his back, did not follow Sanja Heo back to his seat, but stood and stared at Cheongmyeong's face.

“It’s been a while, Dojo.”

"Eh?"

Cheongmyung tilted his head, pointing his finger at my face.

“Do you know me?”

“… … .”

Mujin's face hardened. But there was nothing particularly hostile to his voice that followed.

“It’s Mujin, whom we had a competition with the other day.”

“Minim… … . Infinite... … . Ah!"

Cheongmyung, who had been thinking deeply, clapped his hands as if he had remembered something.

“At that time, the great disciple who came after he was beaten up by those great disciples!”

“… … That’s right.”

“Hey, how much is this? It’s really nice to see you.”

With a clear smile and a bright smile, Mujin responded with a soft smile as he waved his hand.

“It seems that my sword did not leave a strong impression at that time.”

“Oh, it’s not like that. I can't remember other people's faces very well. Besides, I wasn't in a situation where I was comfortable speaking my name.”

“Well, he was wearing a mask too.”

"Oh that… … . Huh?"

Qingming's eyes fluttered violently once.

“But how did you know I was that guy back then?”

“… … No one knows unless you're an idiot."

When Qingming, who was bewildered, looked back with surprised eyes, Baekcheon and his party shook their heads in unison.

“… … Did you think you wouldn't know?"

“People must have thought that all eyes were knotholes.”

“Turn your head. It’s embarrassing for us too.”

Cheongmyung looked at Mujin again with a puffy lip and pouting his lips.

“So? Do you want me to complain about what happened in the past?”

“What are you going to do about protesting the past? After all, there was nothing there.”

Qingming smiled awkwardly and nodded his head awkwardly.

The shaman still doesn't know about Honwondan. If they had known then that Qingming had discovered the horn fabric, he would not have been able to act as he is now.

“Then why?”

“I just wanted to have a conversation with Sodo.”

Mujin's eyes looking at Cheongmyeong were serious.

“If I can deal with Sodo in this secret dance, there will be nothing better than that, but I don’t think I am the opponent of Sodo.”

“Hey, are you?”

“However, that doesn’t mean our relationship is over. I hope that I will not lose that sharp sword until the day I challenge myself one day.”

At the polite but exhilarating remark, Cheong-myeong rolled up the corners of his mouth with a funny face.

“Would it be difficult to follow?”

“It’s hard not to have to go.”

“… … .”

"then."

Mujin nodded his head and turned and walked away.

Then Baekcheon and his party, who had only listened from behind, approached Cheongmyeong and whispered softly.

“… … If it’s Mujin, isn’t it one of the three swordsmen?”

"Yes."

“… … So, did you fight him too?”

“Did I not tell you?”

Hundreds of thousands of people looked at Qingming with dismayed faces and their mouths wide open.

No, what kind of accident is this guy running around?

“You look strong.”

“Yes.”

Qingming agreed and quietly nodded his head.

“Hmm, it’s Mujin.”

Mujin's sword he had fought before was still in his mind. That means it was impressive.

However, the Mujin I met today was different from the one I had back then. If Mujin of the past reminded me of a quiet pond, in Mujin of today, I could see a vast lake full of mist.

“It’s not easy to see either. A shaman is a shaman?”

Cheongmyung smiled and turned around.

“Okay, now the preparations are complete. Are you ready to fight?”

However, the response back to those words was not very good.

“If you make a situation like this, where are you talking about!”

“If you hadn’t fallen asleep on the roof, you wouldn’t have arrived right away!”

“I can't live because I'm embarrassed, I can't live! What is this? Even after making a promise to the secretariat, does it make sense to be late, huh?”

Despite the rain-like shouts, Cheong-myeong rubbed her ears as if she couldn't hear well with a sullen face.

“You pay so much attention to the little things. It may be a little late as people live.”

“The guy who makes a fuss about killing others if he’s late.”

“How can the brain only go in the right direction... … . That’s also a trick, a trick.”

Hyunyoung laughed and stopped those disciples.

“Calm down. In any case, shouldn't we be doing the secretarial now?"

“Okay… … . Yes, Elder.”

"Ugh."

Although he sighed through his mouth, Hyun-young couldn't help but be happy inside.

'You still have room to joke around with that shaman.'

Is it because he has a big liver, or is it because he has confidence in his skills? Anyway, in the current situation, it wasn't too bad.

“Didn’t you say that you were ten seonseung?”

"Yes."

Hyunyoung nodded his head.

Not ten, but ten.

Rather than fighting ten times, the one who wins ten first wins. It meant that there could be a minimum of ten to a maximum of nineteen times.

Rather than fighting ten times, it was a way to reveal the superiority and inferiority of the clan's strength more clearly.

“He is a ten-seungung who has not decided on an opponent. I guess that's serious too."

Qingming laughed out loud.

If you were a shaman until recently, you would never have taken this approach. Nevertheless, considering that he proposed this method and exuded such momentum, he felt malicious intent to suppress the volcano at this opportunity.

“There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Baekcheon and Unsword approached Cheongmyeong, who was still sulking, and asked.

“Who are you going to send to the ship?”

“We have fewer men we can send out than they do. You have to think carefully about it.”

“Is that good?”

“This is the first word that comes out.”

Cheongmyung grinned like someone who had heard a plain question.

“What are you asking about?”

"Yes?"

“This is a win-win system. Then, momentum is a hundred times more important than normal bureaucracy.”

"Yes."

“Then, doesn’t it mean that it is advantageous to completely suppress the opponent’s momentum from the beginning or to make them upset by the heat?”

"okay. Yes. So who are you going to send?”

“Ah, the boarding house too. Who among us can go out and turn people upside down the most when we win?”

“Yeah… … .”

Cheongmyung shook his head at the gaze of the unsword that was accurately inserted.

“Except me.”

“Ugh. Then I'm a little worried... … .”

"no way. There is only one person.”

When Qingming turned his head, everyone's eyes followed that direction.

And the moment he saw the person standing at the end of his gaze, everyone had no choice but to nod in agreement.

“… … I'm sure you'll get a fever."

“If you keep your mouth shut, you won’t get it until you open it, but you can’t.”

“… … agree. I agree.”

"Yes?"

The person who received the attention tilted his head with a face that he did not understand the English language.

“You go out.”

Jinhyeon stiffened her face in response to Heo Sanja's words.

“I am ready. But there are private residences, so I'm worried if it's okay for me to stand on the line."

“The opponent is a volcano. It doesn't look good when a great disciple comes from the beginning. It's like the win is decided anyway. Then you have to choose the one that looks the best.”

“… … All right."

Jinhyun nodded his head with a stiff face.

“You must win. It is more important that you win.”

“Yes, elder. Don't worry.”

Speaking in a determined voice, he grabbed the Songmungo sword and went up to the non-stage. No, I was going up.

polk.

“… … Yes?"

But someone cheerfully jumped off the stage first and then walked towards this side. Jinhyun's brow twitched slightly.

'I lost a player.'

But it was pretty good. If we can overcome the first rain, we will be able to subdue the baseline.

"Believe."

“Yes, elder!”

It was the moment he was just about to go up on the non-stage.

“Ah, no.”

huh?

The shaman's disciples, who were going to say cheers to Jinhyeon, all raised their heads all at once and looked over the non-stage.

“That one is a bit boring, and if possible, you should stick with it properly.”

The swordsman of Hwasan, with his impressive curly hair, looked at Jinhyeon with fat eyes, and then immediately threw his gaze at Mujin.

“There, you seem to be famous for the shaman three swords or something, but I am also a person called the volcanic ogum, so let’s play with the same swords.”

“… … .”

Volcano Five Sword Jo-Geul smiled and pointed her finger at Mujin.

It was truly absurd. An incomparable anger began to fill the faces of the shaman disciples.

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