Return of Mount Hua Sect

Thanks, I learned very well. (4)

“Go back.”

Heo Sanja turned around without saying any more. He didn't even wait for a reply from his disciples. A chill dripped from his steps.

It was not something the leader of the shaman would do in a situation where the air had not yet regained consciousness, but none of the shaman's disciples could blame him for such a behavior.

Mujin let out a small sigh as he saw Sanja Heo walking far away.

“Take the elder. Back to the shaman.”

"Yes."

And he looked around at the priests who were still in shock, and opened his mouth with a sigh.

“Don’t forget what the Elder of Hwasan said a little while ago.”

“… … .”

“The real winner will be the one who gets more out of this dance. The result of the game revealed is our defeat, but there is no need to be ashamed if we really gain something from it.”

“… … Yes."

"just… … .”

Mujin closed his eyes.

“I just feel like we're missing out on too much. We weren’t the ones who built the reputation of being the best swordsman in the world, but I thought that was our strength.”

At that, the shaman's disciples all nodded their heads in unison. Mujin's words really resonated with me.

“Let’s start again. again from the beginning. The disciples of Tamun who are younger than us are working so hard, we shouldn’t be ashamed of ourselves.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

“I will try harder.”

"okay. Do you want to?”

Mujin nodded his head slightly.

However, whether his words were comforting, everyone began to move in search of what to do. However, Mujin's heart was actually heavier than before.

The shaman's disciples learned a lesson from this secret dance.

But will the elders and elders accept the results as humbly as they do?

'I can't.'

They have a future, but now is all for the long writers and elders.

When he changed his position, it seemed that he did not want to be evaluated as a long-time scholar who was humiliated by the Mujin-do volcano and gave out the best gates and the best gates in the world.

'Maybe this secretariat will change more than you think.'

It is highly likely that the change was in the direction Mujin did not want, but he lacked the power to prevent it. All he could do was hope that the high priests of the monks would not make the wrong decision.

“Wait a minute.”

After speaking to his other disciples, Mujin began to move toward the volcano as if he had decided something.

“You madman!”

“You idiot!”

“Oh my God, to defeat the shaman’s elder… … !”

“How far are you planning to go, you bastard!”

The hands of the executioners poured out on the head of the returned Cheong-myeong.

chin chin chin! chin chin chin chin!

The dust that had settled on Cheong-Myeong's head rose to a haze. However, the disciples of the volcano did not care about that and patted his head with excitement.

"Hahaha."

Cheong-myeong sticks out her stomach and speaks bluntly.

“What a great thing you did, to this extent… … .”

chin chin chin chin! chin chin chin chin!

“This, like this… … .”

Bang bang bang! Bang!

“No, these bastards want to see you!”

“Bunny!”

“A quick-witted bastard!”

The disciples of Hwasan, who had been banging their heads with this excuse, began to run away as soon as Cheong-myeong rolled their eyes.

Yoon-jong and Jo-geol, who grabbed the arm of Cheong-myeong, who was trying to pursue him, clenched their teeth and smiled.

“Cheongmyung. The witch sees.”

“Calm down.”

"no! Those humans!”

“Isn’t it because you like it, because you like it?”

“You must understand.”

“Turn it off.”

Cheongmyung grinded his teeth with his face at the bottom of the minute. Yoonjong looked down at him, who was holding back his anger, and shook his head.

'Anyway, he's a great guy.'

It wasn't just because he had defeated the elder of the shaman that he thought so.

This picture must have been drawn in Cheongmyung's mind from the moment he heard the word Bimura. In the meantime, have you not seen many times that the seemingly thoughtless act of Cheong-Myeong brings enormous benefits to the volcano as a result?

'This guy and the volcano's reputation will increase even more.'

This victory of Bimu is not Qingming's greatest achievement. In fact, today's victory is nothing compared to the work of pacifying the North Sea and eliminating the remnants of the Magyo.

But that's the volcano's point of view.

From the point of view of the midfielder, the performance in the North Sea at Lee Yeok-myeon is hardly noticeable. In fact, what they did in the North Sea did not even spread the right rumors in the Central Plains.

The conquest of the large annex and the stabilization of the green forest are ultimately incomparable to the battle with that shaman.

After today, the activity of Qingming and the fame of the volcano will spread like wildfire and reverberate throughout the world.

“In the end, I got everything I wanted. That damn bastard... … .”

"Iknow, right."

Seeing Cheongmyeong surrounded by children again, Baekcheon and Yoonjong shook their heads at the same time.

“Ha ha! What a great job.”

"no. Great is great!”

“What the hell did you come up with?”

The disciples of Huashan were still looking at Qingming in disbelief. They knew it was strong, but how could they know how much it was?

But after seeing Chungmyeong's performance today, it became clear. This guy is really beyond common sense.

“It’s not like that’s a shame.”

Cheongmyung listened to the pouring praises over and over, and then twitched his ears a little.

“I won once, and everyone else won once. It’s the same win.”

“… … How is that like?”

“Isn’t your head a bit weird?”

"and… … .”

Qingming looked at everyone and said.

“Today, the losers did well too.”

“… … .”

“The elder said It is said that victory or defeat depends on what you gain from this secret weapon. same He didn't lose just because he lost a match. If that defeat can make you stronger, that's a victory."

The disciples nodded quietly with a slightly calm face.

Cheongmyung laughed at the sight and said with a smirk.

"how? It's not a big deal when you're attached to it, right?"

“… … Rather than nothing.”

Kwak Hoe walked out awkwardly. Then Baeksang, who was listening to Cheongmyeong next to him, nodded his head and opened his mouth.

“It’s still up there, but I thought it wasn’t a tree I couldn’t climb.”

Hearing this, Qingming smiled brightly.

"okay. That’s it.”

That's enough for now.

The disciples of Hwasan, who performed today's rain dance, will no longer feel the shaman as an existence in the clouds. They will still be on top of them, but you will consider them to be reachable if you reach out.

That was the biggest achievement of the volcano in this bimu.

It was then.

“Household!”

“Master!”

Qingming shook his head at the noise coming from behind him. Suddenly, he regained consciousness and saw the figure of the Unsword being supported by his disciples.

Chongqing's eyes widened.

“Go ahead and say something great has happened. lie down a bit Is your back exhausted?”

Upon hearing this, Ungum laughed bitterly.

“The student said he was active, can’t you just lie down and watch?”

“It’s because it’s not a big deal.”

Qingming waved his hand as if it didn't really matter.

“When I say elders, I am only the youngest among them. The shaman will still be overflowing with ghost-like yangbans. We still have a long way to go before we even beat those yangbans.”

“Ha ha.”

He smiled as if luck sword was something he had no choice but to do.

While instilling confidence in his disciples, he guards against his pride. That was originally the role that fate was supposed to play.

When one person is absent, others naturally take their place.

Yes, this is what family and mundane people are all about.

“Cheongmyung.”

"Yes."

“It was a lot of trouble.”

“… … .”

Seeing Ungum's eyes, Cheongmyeong licked his lips as if to say something, then turned his head away. And he moaned with his humble face.

“The public servant… … .”

chin!

However, Hyun-young, who came closer, grabbed his head and began to shake it violently.

“You bastard! What a monster you are!”

"Ouch! sick!"

“Now they are even holding the elders! Just turn it a couple more times and I'll get you to use it!"

I've already caught something similar.

Wouldn't it make sense to say this?

“Awesome. This time, it’s so absurd that I don’t feel particularly good.”

“It’s not about making money, isn’t it?”

"Huh… … ?”

Seeing Hyunyoung open her mouth blankly, as if shocked by something, Cheongmyung flinched again.

'Is it true?'

Is this a little creepy?

"ruler!"

The phenomenon walking to the center lightly clapped his hands to evoke the atmosphere.

“I know the feeling, but not here. There are a lot of eyes watching, isn’t the shaman still there?”

“Oh, then, shall we pour out more of your favorite tea?”

“… … .”

“… … No, because the shaman is over there.”

How the hell did this bastard end up eating? Do you get martial arts skills by sacrificing your humanity?

The phenomenon of looking at Cheongmyeong with trembling eyes made me cough heavily.

“Let’s finish the rest of the words at the dorm. tidy it up I will be back at once.”

“Yes, elder!”

"All right!"

As soon as the name fell, the disciples of the volcano began to organize their seats in a hurry. Chongmyeong, who was slightly embarrassed, took a step to move together.

"Huh? Who is coming?”

“… … It’s an inexhaustible deal.”

“Why are you coming?”

However, when the disciples of Hwasan found Mujin approaching this way, they frowned. Today, a person who did not go to the secretariat approached me, and I felt a subtle uneasiness.

'Are you going to have an argument?'

'Well.'

Mujin, who arrived right in front of the camp of the volcano under the eyes of everyone, swung lightly and stared at one person.

"stamp."

"Yes?"

“Can I talk to you for a moment?”

"Me?"

“Yes, the seal.”

Qingming tilted his head.

“What else do we have to talk about? Even if it’s a knife, I don’t know.”

“… … .”

"why? If you're itchy because you can't fight, I can give you a fight."

“… … It's not like that... … .”

Mujin took a deep breath. The last dance was so intense that I forgot for a moment that Cheong Myung was like this.

“There is something I would like to ask for advice.”

“Hmm.”

Qingming nodded his head softly.

“Well, good. Go over there.”

"Yes."

Mujin first turned and headed to a corner, and Qingming shrugged his shoulders and followed him. No, he was overshadowed by it.

It would have been the case if someone hadn't called Qing Myung.

“Cheongmyung.”

"Yes?"

Baekcheon looked at him with a smile.

“Release your sword and go.”

“… … .”

Chongqing's face contorted.

"Why? Do you think I will come and cut a knife?”

“Yeah, it won’t. Alright, let it go.”

“No, but!”

“Cheongmyung.”

Unsword smiled kindly next to him and nodded his head.

“Let it go.”

“… … .”

His side was not here from the beginning.

“… … Why are you leaving the black behind... … .”

“Ah, that’s it. Don't ask.”

Mujin smiled bitterly as he saw Cheongmyeong with his snout and feet protruding.

'He is a great man.'

After all, Kang-ho is a world ruled by inaction. The strong were bound to be treated more highly. However, the shaman did not seem to be particularly afraid or wary of Qingming, who defeated the elders of the shaman.

Mujin knows how difficult this is.

For example, Gong Gong was also a person who hated formality and manners, but instead of gathering people around him, doesn't everyone look down on him?

When I first saw Cheongmyeong and the current Cheongmyung, it seems like a different person. Maybe Chungmyeong has changed, or if not, Mujin is different from back then, so he might see things he didn't know before.

“But why?”

"Ah… … .”

Mujin hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth.

“There is something I want to ask the dojang to teach me.”

"Yes. tell. It's not a subject I'm going to teach people, but I'll give you a good answer anyway. I have done something before.”

“… … The mask was definitely impressive.”

It was Mujin who laughed out loud when he saw the blatant Cheongmyeong without even trying to hide it in the first place.

"stamp."

"Yes."

“Isn’t the dojo the lowest in the volcano?”

“Are you ignoring me now?”

“… … Not like that.”

Why is this guy being so rude?

Mujin, who coughed in vain, continued before further misunderstandings arose.

“I know that shamans and volcanoes are different, but I still want to ask. What should be done when a person of low distribution and status has a different opinion from the elders?”

"Yes?"

His voice was more serious.

“When what I think is correct and what the elders think is different, I don’t know what to do with the disciple.”

Qingming narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Hmm. I don't know why you're asking me that."

“… … Yes. It is not.”

“You already know the answer, don’t you?”

Cheongmyung looked directly into Mujin's eyes and said.

“People already know the answer to most problems. But he can't afford it, so he just pretends he doesn't know."

“… … .”

“You have to ask yourself, not from others. All I can say is this.”

Mujin raises his head and looks at the sky.

After staring blankly at the floating clouds for a while, he lowered his head and swung respectfully.

“Thank you, seal.”

"It was nothing."

“I hope to have a chance to see the sword of the dojo next time. now… … Yes. There is no sword.”

“Twitter.”

"then."

Mujin once again bowed and turned around. His steps towards the shaman's disciples seemed a little lighter than when he came this way.

Cheong-myeong, who looked at his back like that, quickly smiled.

Mujin is young.

He is willing to change and whoever has passion in his heart deserves to be told, no matter how young he is.

There are certainly limits to what one can do alone, but as long as someone has their own doubts, the shaman will not stay where he is now.

'There is a guy that comes to mind when I look at it.'

how was that guy

transport bag.

Cheongmyung, who had thought of him for a moment, without a word, scratched his head and shook his body.

All of the goals that came out as strong this time were achieved.

'Now I have to go back.'

Before Hyeonjong, who remained in the volcano, wept in loneliness.

'Well, I'm sure you'll like it because you're carrying a nice present.'

A pleasant smile hung on the corner of Cheongmyeong's lips as she ran towards the disciples of Hwasan.

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