Return of Mount Hua Sect

There are also defeats worth more than victories. (3)

“Whoa! Whoops! Whoops! Whoops!”

His blood-stained eyes gleamed ominously.

And the faces of those who looked into those eyes were gradually contorted with anxiety. In the end, there was only one person they could look at.

'What can I do?'

'What do I do?'

'no! Still, you only have a private residence, don't you? You know there's an uproar when it explodes like that.'

'Turn it off.'

These bastards usually don't even treat Dongryong and Dongryong as private tutors, but only when this happens, they stay quiet and look for them.

If only the priests and the four-legged people are putting pressure on them, you can just ignore them.

Unable to overcome the explicit request and the subsequent silent pressure, he finally took a deep breath and slowly approached Cheongmyeong and looked at his eyes.

“Last loss… … . losing streak... … . Seven straight losses... … .”

“… … .”

“Seven straight defeats by shamans and others… … . To a shaman... … .”

crazy

He's usually a bit savory, but now he seems to have gone very well. I could tell just by looking at those trembling eyes and trembling hands.

It was a harsh reality for Baekcheon, as he had to dry the cheongmyeong, which had lost its taste at all, even though he was fine.

'Seonjo.'

I'm going to die like this, really.

Baek Cheon took a deep breath and carefully opened his mouth. First of all, it was necessary to calm down somehow.

"I… … .”

“Creung… … .”

“That… … .”

"Huh?"

Qingming's gaze returned to Baekcheon.

'… … Look at your eyes.'

Soon I will set fire to my eyes... … .

"that… … .”

Baek Cheon stuttered and said unfavorably.

“Yeah, didn’t you?”

"What?"

"that… … There are also defeats worth more than victories.”

“… … .”

There was no reply, but Baekcheon smiled awkwardly and continued.

“Even though we lost, the kids are still learning something, so they won’t be so angry… … .”

At that moment, Cheong Myung's head twisted to the side.

'ruined.'

'George.'

'Do you want to bunny?'

At the same time, blood drained from the faces of the volcanic disciples, who were watching Qingming.

“Location.”

“Uh, huh?”

"It did. Of course I said that.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Cheong Myung-ah.”

“… … by the way."

"Yes?"

“What is that?”

“… … .”

“You say you know everything, Sasuk? OK?"

Cheng Ming's eyes slowly began to roll over.

“If I could do everything I knew, would it be Confucius and Qingming? Even the Buddha took his whole life to do what he knew. What's wrong with what I don't know? what!"

“… … .”

Oh my, how can our sajil be so dirty?

“Things that can’t even be used with this firewood are losing a streak to the shaman! Seven straight losses? Oh no losing streak! Not even a six-game losing streak! Seven straight losses? Seven straight losers?”

Cheongmyung, who had been shouting while trembling with the force of water, suddenly stiffened and grabbed the back of his neck.

“Ouch… … . Back, the back of the neck!”

“Gee, calm down!”

The terrified Baek Cheon hurriedly read the Qingmyeong.

“Didn’t you see the benefits enough to see? If you run wild here, you can’t even eat porridge or rice.”

“Oh, yes, Chung Myung-ah! Now, please calm down!”

“Someone hurry up and bring the party, you bastards!”

The other disciples also began to fervently chant and appease Baek Cheon.

They, too, had been together with Cheongmyeong for several years. It was enough time to know that when this guy starts to fidget, it's always a terrible (?) thing to happen.

“Woo-wook! Whoops! Whoops! Whoops!”

Cheongmyung, who was staring straight ahead with blood-stained eyes, took a deep breath.

“In this case, it would be better to break all the heads of these bastards and just bury them somewhere in the mountains… … .”

“What, is this crazy?”

“No, sir. You used to be crazy, weren’t you?”

“… … Yes, though.”

Even a madman knows a time and a place.

But this crazy guy in front of you can't choose the time and place, so it's not a big deal!

"no! Damn, seven straight losses makes sense!”

“You can’t win, you idiot!”

“I can’t win! Of course you can't win! But you don't have to win!"

“… … Please, please, make some sense... … .”

Baekcheon begged, but Qingming was not listening at all.

Of course, I know Qingming.

With the exception of Ogum, the disciples of the volcano have not yet reached the level of a shaman. A shaman is not a military officer in a single neighborhood, and how can he defeat those who are equally divided?

If that had been possible, Huashan would have already risen to the top of the world and had plum blossoms carved on the hair of the middle men of Shaolin.

know. Of course I know. I know... … .

'I know I'm mad!'

oh my, it's my seller

I've lived for so long, so I've seen them lose to a shaman so horribly!

These cubs, when, what?

I've never seen those bastards' faces! I only saw the conduit on the head! Where the shamans raise their heads stiff in front of the volcano!

Cheongmyeong, who was about to explode from boiling in her stomach, trembled as she grabbed the handle of the sword.

“Gee, calm down, you bastard!”

“Are you far from the party?!”

It was then.

Kudada party!

Kwak Hoe, who had been in the dance on behalf of the three great disciples, could not overcome the flying sword and was thrown on the floor of the non-stage.

“I, I, I… … . I!"

In the end, Cheong-myeong, unable to hold back her anger, began to lean backwards.

'No, why does that bastard lose at times like this, even if he loses!'

'That ignorant bastard!'

'Just try to come down!'

It would be unfair to Kwak Hoe, who only got double desire even though he did his best, but that was the case with all world affairs.

Even if he commits the same thing, the one who doesn't get it on time is smitten.

“Whoa!”

Cheongmyung, who managed to get up again, took a deep breath. As if there was some effect, my face softened little by little.

“… … okay. It's weird what I say to the privates."

“That’s right, Chung Myung-ah. Just calm down! Yes?"

"next time! Can we win next time?”

"no. That's not it... … .”

"Yes?"

“The thirsty one is digging a well! I'm out!"

"catch!"

“Stop it!”

The disciples of the volcano nearby hurriedly flew away and attacked and crushed Qingming.

“Let it go! don't let it go I'll shave off all of those bastards' heads and change their affiliation to Shaolin!"

“Ah, Amitabha. You have to listen to the position of the text... … .”

"Noisy! It doesn't help!”

“… … .”

“It’s like rice dumplings! Can't you eat volcanic rice that much and can't even go out? uh? Spit everything you ate, you bastard!”

Hye-yeon's face was full of regret.

No, it's not that I didn't go out because I didn't like it, honestly, how did he, who belongs to Shaolin, go out to the shaman's secretariat?

“Why are you angry with the monk?”

“It's useless! useless! That bald-haired one!”

ha ha ha!

When Cheong-myeong rolled her eyes, Baek-ah poked her head out from inside his robe, and squealed at Hye-yeon.

Hyeyeon, who had grown gloomy, bowed her head. Yoonjong approached him and tapped him on the shoulder.

“We don’t think so, so don’t worry, monk.”

“… … thank you."

Even while Yoon-jong comforted Hye-yeon, the seizure of Cheong-myeong continued.

“Let it go! don't let it go am i going out Wouldn't it be okay if I went out and smashed all of those bastards' branches!"

“You say you’re going out last, you bastard!”

“If you clumsily grab one and come back, nothing will change!”

“Come on, eat sweets, sweets! hurry!"

Jo-Geul shoved the sweet fruit that she had airlifted from somewhere in Cheong-Myeong's mouth.

Cheongmyeong chewed the sweet fruit as if it were the head of a shaman.

“Turn it off.”

Baekcheon sighed deeply at the sight of Cheongmyeong, who was still unable to calm down even though he asked for sugar.

'Seven straight losses... … . No, losing eight straight was a bit excessive.'

Everyone has really done their best since Unsword was successful, but defeat was still defeat. It was also true that each time defeat piled up, it felt like my stomach was twisted.

It was confirmed that the distance to the shaman was not far.

However, it was also the moment when he clearly confirmed that the distance clearly existed.

'I'm a fool... … .'

Baekcheon looked at the shaman's camp with a heavy expression on his face.

“It’s still high.”

"Iknow, right."

Baekcheon and Yoonjong stared intently at the shaman's camp.

The shaman certainly deserved to be called the best sword in the world.

'Even if the day comes when our children will catch up with those great disciples, there is a difference in the number.'

Not all of the shaman's great disciples came here. The number of shamans is approaching one hundred with only one great disciple. The number is overwhelmingly higher than that of a volcano.

Even considering that the second and third generations of the shaman also grow while they grow up, the difference in power will not be easy to overcome.

Furthermore… … .

“Even if you overcome them, the elders of the shaman will be behind them.”

“… … I don't want to think about it at all, but it's kind of terrifying."

"okay. like that."

It must be that this is the power of a prestigious family. It is not that difficult to go beyond each one. However, even if they overtake one of the prestigious inscriptions, they again block them in the form of a high mountain.

"But… … .”

A firm will stood on Baekcheon's face.

“It should be enough to have a taste for chasing.”

still far too high.

But I don't think it's a mountain that can't be crossed. The disciples of Hwasan must have felt the same way through this secret dance.

In the past, it was so high that it was impossible to estimate the end of the shaman, but through this secret dance, he confirmed the approximate height. If so, doesn't that mean that one day you can climb it?

'The biggest harvest of this bimu is to gain confidence and return.'

Baekcheon smiled quietly.

There was, however, one thing that was disappointing.

“It would be nice to be able to check once again how skilled the elders of the shaman are.”

“It will be difficult. The elders are not easy going people, are they?”

"Yes."

Although it is said that Sanja Heo exists, Heo Sanja cannot be said to be a true elder of a shaman. What they wanted to know was not the person in charge of external activities such as Heo San-ja, but the power of the real elders who were dedicated only to the training in the shaman's Shimsanyugok.

'It's a pity I missed that one.'

Anyway, I got something else, so that's enough.

“Turn it off. Those bastards... … .”

“… … .”

So first, let the dog calm down a bit... … .

… … I'm going to die. really.

"Good work."

“Yes, elder.”

Seeing the disciple who had returned victoriously, Sanja Heo nodded his head broadly.

eight times.

The last time he lost in the match against Uiseol, he won all eight of them since then. It should be said that eight of the planned things have been accomplished. However, while watching the winning streak, Heo San-ja's face was hardly straightened.

'I am definitely winning.'

Why can't I feel that I'm winning so much?

Heo Sanja bit his lip and glanced towards the volcano.

The disciples of the volcano, who were making a lot of noise, did not look like losers by anyone looking at them. Rather, it seemed close to the appearance of those who had achieved great victories.

On the other hand, even though the shaman was winning, the atmosphere was only gradually declining.

'I have to break it... … .'

Considering the reason why I started this dance, this kind of atmosphere should not continue. It is important to publicize the difference externally, but I had to make Hwasan realize that it is a high wall that a shaman can never overcome.

To do that… … .

Heo Sanja shouted.

“In the air, hasn’t this guy arrived yet! Jang Mun-in personally gave the order, so how can you be so arrogant!”

“I’ve already arrived, so don’t be so upset.”

Heo San-ja, who knew Mu-jin's stupid answer, raised his eyes when he heard a voice from behind. Looking back, I saw the priest's face with a slightly strange expression on his face.

"execution. It looks like you are suffering quite a bit.”

“Why, why are you so late!”

At Heo San-ja's new face, the air smiled.

“It’s terrifying.”

“… … what?"

“Since when did the shaman become so weak? You can't deal with a volcano if the elders don't step in.”

“Hey, this guy… … .”

“Isn’t that right, the death penalty?”

Everyone began to hold their breath at the low, overbearing voice in the air.

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