Return of Mount Hua Sect

The more you win, the less you increase. (2)

In essence, alcohol relieves people's tension.

Everyone pretended to be calm, but there is no way that secretarial dance with a shaman was not a burden. In that sense, Song Tae-ak's preparation for a big banquet deserves to be called a foresight.

At first, everyone could not relax and sip with only a small glass of wine, but as the alcohol started to flow around one or two cups, the number of words gradually increased.

And in the end… … .

“So I just put my sword there! uh? Aaaaah!”

“… … Executioner, please calm down.”

“Calm down! We won against the shaman!”

“Did you lose the death penalty?”

“Uh-huh! Didn't you hear Sasuk's words? Sometimes there are victories worth more than defeats!”

“It’s a win worth more than victory. And the death penalty is not included in that priceless defeat, so just shut your mouth and have a drink.”

“Come on, you bastard!”

… … A riot began to erupt everywhere.

"alcohol! There is not enough alcohol here!”

“Here too!”

“No, when was the last time you asked for a drink!”

Song Tae-ak trembled and closed his eyes tightly.

'I'd rather feed the cows.'

It was a mistake to start with expensive alcohol in the first place. When serving the volcanic wave the other day, you should have been aware that all of these guys are talkative.

'No, I ate like a human back then.'

Now they eat and drink almost like animals.

The Tao that avoids fire food as much as possible, beware of overeating, and taboos to indulge in alcohol poisoning?

There is no such thing here.

The swordsmen in black coats... … . No, to be precise, there is only the sight of the sages with half their black coats off, showing off their terrifyingly muscular bodies at a glance, holding wine bottles and meat, and making a fuss.

All the drunken faces were sullen.

“… … Bring me some more drinks.”

“Yes, my lord!”

Fortunately, the people who carried alcohol and food did not express any complaints.

'Don't do that.'

Of course, the volcanic wave was a precious guest from the beginning. Because he was a hero who came to subdue bandits. However, the weight of the current volcanic wave had to be different. Now, they are a prestigious group that has won against the shaman.

For ordinary citizens, the former may be more valuable, but for merchants, the latter is of course a more valuable guest.

There's only one thing that bothers me... … .

'It's a volcano that even the shamans hit. No matter how you look at it, you don't get used to it.'

When it's good, it's modest, when it's bad, it's not too strict. As Song Tae-ak, who had been watching a shaman from the same Taoist school, it was only unfamiliar to him to see the Taoists with their tops open and drinking alcohol.

'But maybe this is the driving force behind the volcano's name.'

In Song Tae-ak's eyes, there was a person leading this atmosphere.

"Oh oh! Qingming is coming soon!”

“Come on, take my drink!”

"drink! drink! You deserve a drink!”

“Heh heh! What a great person you have come.”

Qingming. When he moved, everyone around him gathered and cheered.

“What do you mean? What a great person! I literally beat the elder of the shaman to no one else!”

“Anyway, this monster is real!”

“It’s the best volcanic sword! Volcanic First Sword!”

Cheongmyung, whose face was red from drunkenness, began to twitch his lips more and more. He seemed to be pretending to be calm, but he was so weak in praise that it was not easy to stand up to the pouring praises.

“No what… … That's it... … .”

He spoke loudly and sullenly, but he did not know the end of the pouring praise.

“It’s like this! I'm an elder! He is also the elder of the shaman!”

“I have never heard of or heard that the third disciple defeated a prestigious elder in my life! This is something that even a cartoonist can't talk about! Would you be beaten in the head with a bottle of alcohol for making up a nonsensical story?”

“Great! From our cheongmyeong shines, shines! I can't see because my eyes are dazzling!"

“Well then! It's just light! Our light!”

At the praises pouring down like a torrential rain, Cheong-myeong's face slowly crumbled down.

“Hey… … … .”

“Right! That's right! good laugh! Hey, you laugh a lot too, our Cheongmyeong!”

"Well done! Well done! Well done!"

When Qingming was excited, he drank his drink coolly and started laughing.

“Today, everyone will drink and die!”

“You can die! You can die now!”

“No, you can’t die, you bastards!”

Seeing the disciples of Hwasan playing as if they had already come to another world, Song Tae-ak shook his head.

'It's a doorknob you don't know.'

The atmosphere here was definitely the best. Everyone without exception... … .

'Yes?'

Then Song Tae-ak tilted his head slightly.

It was because he saw a man who got up quietly from the corner of the heated banquet hall and carefully went out.

If it's an ordinary banquet, there's nothing strange about it. I'm going to go see Sophie too. However, this usually doesn't happen at places where powerful people eat and drink. This is because they can control most physiological phenomena.

'There must be something else.'

Thinking that it wasn't that important, Song Taeak quickly lost interest and turned his head.

widely.

Kwak Hoe closed the door carefully and let out a soft sigh.

Fortunately, the atmosphere was so hot that no one seemed to notice that he had escaped. It wouldn't be a problem if I noticed it, but I didn't want to break that atmosphere.

'Everyone looks happy.'

I did just that.

After Kwak Hoe also drank a few drinks in a row, he felt something inside his body leaking out. He pretended not to be, but the fact that he had to compete against that shaman was unbearably burdensome and stressful for everyone.

In such a situation, it was only natural to be overflowing with joy since I got a good result.

Kwak Hui glanced at the bottle in my hand and walked a few steps forward. Then he quickly flew away and climbed onto the roof of the front wing.

“Twitch!”

He got down on the roof tile, took a seat, and looked up at the moon in the sky.

“It’s bright.”

The full moon, which had just risen, was illuminating the surroundings like broad daylight.

As he looked at the unusually bright moon, the words he didn't want to come out came out of his mouth.

“… … Can I do it?”

"What?"

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

At the sudden reply from behind, Kwak Hoi was so startled that he stumbled and fell. Barely grabbing the edge of the eaves and hanging on, he moaned and climbed up again.

“No, you were surprised!”

“Why are you so surprised?”

“If you come, you’ll be able to do a little something!”

“You seem to have misunderstood something, but I didn’t come, but your guy came to the place where I was resting. I came first.”

“… … .”

Kwak Hoe looked at Baek Sang with a shaky face.

'At least... … .'

No matter how good a relationship is, a private residence is a private residence. Therefore, for most of the celadon vessels, the white porcelain vessels still felt a little uncomfortable.

And Baeksang was one of the most difficult private residences for celadon ships.

Among the white porcelain ships, it was next to 100 thousand in distribution, and it was difficult to say that it was particularly good because of his ambivalent personality. Isn't he even emerging as the core of re-awakening, which can be said to be the core of volcanic power?

It was no exaggeration to say that he was the most influential person among the late indexes, except for Volcano Ogum, who became the representative of the volcano.

No matter how you think of it, it was not welcomed to be the sole leader of Baeksang in the place where he had escaped from the banquet.

“You asked. What?"

“Ah, that… … .”

As Kwak Hui couldn’t answer easily and hesitated, Baek Sang got up from his seat and stuttered towards him. Then he sat down next to Kwak Hoi.

“Okay. waist.”

“… … Are you okay?”

“It’s nothing. It just hurts when I got hit.”

There was no way that the wounds I had been injured while doing the dance would heal in half a day. But Baeksang was just calm, as if it wasn't a big deal.

“Did you bring alcohol?”

"Yes."

“Then let’s have a drink.”

When Baeksang gently held out the bottle, Kwak Hoe had no choice but to bring the bottle in one hand to the bottle.

visor.

The sound of bottles hitting each other sounded like swords hitting each other.

The two continued drinking without saying a word.

"nice!"

“Hmm.”

Kwak Hoe, who stole the corner of his mouth, looked at the bottle and opened his mouth first.

“It’s strong. Try drinking such an expensive drink like this.”

“It’s an expensive drink.”

At that, Baeksang looked down at the bottle and shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s good that it’s expensive.”

"Yes?"

“But I like the cheap wine from the volcano more than this kind of alcohol.”

“… … .”

Baeksang smiled quietly at the gaze of Kwak Hoe, who was silently staring at him.

“Is it strange?”

"no."

Kwak Hui quickly shook his head. And he said with a slightly recalled face.

“Actually, so am I.”

“Ha ha.”

Baeksang took another sip of his drink. There was a smile in his eyes as he looked up at the moon.

“There are guys like you.”

“… … .”

“A person who can’t put everything down by himself when everyone else puts it down to rest.”

Kwak Hoe, who was stabbed by Jeonggok, was momentarily at a loss for words.

“What’s wrong?”

Instead of answering the casual question right away, Kwak looked into Baeksang's eyes. Contrary to his calm voice, his eyes were slightly subdued, so Kwak-Hwa somehow didn't want to speak in front of him.

“Just a little… … .”

"A little?"

“I’m a little scared.”

“… … .”

Baeksang waited for Kwak Hoe to continue speaking without urging. Kwak Hoe spoke again after a while.

“At first it was just good. It felt like my skills were improving, and I was able to hope that I would not have dared to dream before.”

“It must have been.”

“If I do my best, I will… … Yes, I thought I could be something.”

“Not now?”

“… … Rather than not… … .”

Kwak Hoe paused for a moment, as if groping for thoughts.

“Like I said, I’m a little scared.”

"Why?"

“… … It’s not there.”

If it were anyone else, he would have tilted his head, but Baeksang nodded as if he understood.

"okay. That is the scariest thing.”

“… … Yes."

Kwak Hoe wanted to be like Jo Geol or Yoon Jong.

He didn't even want a blue sky or a hundred thousand. He has always believed that if he just devotes himself to the goal in front of him and works hard, one day he will become as strong as them.

But… … .

“Are you afraid that you won’t be able to catch up forever?”

"no… … . That's fine. but… … .”

Kwak Hui bit his lip slightly.

“It’s scary getting farther away.”

“… … .”

“Despite our best efforts, the death penalty keeps getting farther and farther away. As he faced swordsmanship with the shaman's cohorts, he could understand how strong they were. So I realized just how strong the death sentences that we fought and won were.”

Kwak-hui's gaze turned downward. From the banquet hall where the lights were flowing, the sound of chatter leaked out.

“So, I don’t know what to say, but I mean… … .”

"it's okay."

Baek-sang smiled slightly and looked at Kwak-hoe.

“You don't have to explain everything like that. Because I fully understand that feeling.”

"I am… … .”

And before he could hear all of Kwak-hui's words, he gestured toward the banquet hall.

"look."

"Yes?"

“Do you think the laughing and chattering people over there really don’t feel burdened and are playing like that?”

“… … .”

At that, Kwak Hoi bit his mouth tightly.

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