Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 67

do not worry! I'll make you win! (1)

The power of the upper part of the galaxy was really great.

The members of the upper ranks of the Milky Way spit out the spirit of stabilizing and tidying up Hwaeum's workplaces in a matter of days, which Hwa-eum had been unable to do even after mobilizing all the disciples.

Thanks to this, the Buddha-like smile did not leave the face of Jaegyeonggakju Hyeonyeong, who was similar to the usual Yacha.

And most of the places that Buddha-like smile goes... … .

"Have you eaten?"

"Yes, boarding house."

"Okay."

Hyun-young patted Cheong-myung's hair with a smile of a more benevolent smile. Honey seems to be dripping from my eyes.

"Eat a lot. Eat a lot and go somewhere else to earn balls."

"……Yes?"

"No. Bring the ball up."

“……”

The Third Disciples were once surprised that the asura-like Hyunyoung Sa Sook-jo could laugh, and were twice astonished that he could even stroke someone's hair.

It was like death from the point of view of Cheongmyeong, who had to give her head to the younger generation.

'I feel like I'm being trained.'

Even Hyeonjong and Hyunyeong were in the process of rejuvenating absurdly. Black hair sprouting from beneath the white, white hair, and watching the hair under the ears dyed black makes me feel like a wave of absurdity.

'I must have been too old.'

Although they look commensurate with their age, considering that they are uninhabited, they were also too shabby. Those who had suffered so much during that time, who had grown old, seemed to find themselves while regaining their peace of mind.

The harmony settled, and the elders regained their laughter.

And time began to flow like running water. The disciples of the volcano accepted the passage of time, feeling the stability that had come to the volcano for the first time in several decades.

And while everyone was enjoying a peaceful life, the three great disciples were dying.

"Ouch."

"Oh oh oh oh oh."

The three great disciples, carrying stones the size of a human body, moved in sweat like rain. It bends down until it touches the floor, then raises it with all kinds of evil.

"Shut up!"

"Huh, the waist..."

However, if there is one difference, it is that the swearing at Cheongmyeong, which would have been natural to constantly pop out, has almost disappeared.

"Hey, I'm going to die!"

"Don't die. Don't die. Straighten your back."

"No, I'm really going to die...!"

"You just have to do it two more times. Now, this is the last. This is the last.

"Aaaah!"

A tooth collapsed on the floor pushes the boulder away and gasps.

"Hey, aren't you going to die like this?"

"Because I'm not going to die. There's no one dead yet."

"... ok."

At first, I started not knowing anything about it as Cheongmyung ordered it. This is a training I started because I just didn't want to be hit, or because I didn't want to be photographed.

But after repeating the practice for several months, I realized something.

'This works.'

No, it is not enough to say that it works. To be precise, it works great. Thanks to the elixir given by Cheong-myeong, after being able to withstand the training, everyone felt the effects of training with their whole body.

First of all, the lower body is hardened so that the sword does not waver, the stamina has increased, and above all, the whole body is full of vitality.

No matter how low-motivated they are, they are basically all uninhabited. Aren't Mujin people who, if they could become strong, would not hesitate to chew snakes alive and throw themselves over the cliffs of Manjangae without hesitation.

You can improve your skills by gasping and lifting stones, but who would refuse to practice?

Although the voices kept crying, the number of stones they were carrying increased gradually, and now there are people who are lifting hand-made rocks.

The most notable of the dogs was Jo Girl, no matter what anyone said.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The jogger was lifting a rock that was twice his size. Seeing the scene, everyone stuck out their tongues.

"Is it that way without even using inner strength?"

"That's it."

The way they talked had changed considerably. It had only been a few months, but everyone was a span taller and their shoulders were wide open.

In particular, Jo Girl has changed so much that anyone who knew him before would rub their eyes. He, who belonged to the small axis among the three great disciples, has now grown to the extent that he belongs to the larger side, and his whole body has been strengthened with strong muscles.

Yoonjong looked back at everyone and smiled.

'It's strange.'

When he first started this practice, Jong-Yun Yoon had a lot of worries.

Basically, the volcanic sword is a disguise sword and a phantom sword. The characteristic of the Volcano Sword is that it creates numerous changes based on its speed and puts pressure on the opponent through those changes.

That's why I thought that this training method of simply increasing strength would interfere with spreading the volcanic sword.

Somehow, when the effect of training appeared, the sword became twice as sharp.

Thanks to this, I was able to digest the six-joint sword, which I had to learn again from the beginning, without difficulty, and now I am learning a new sword called Nakhwa sword.

It was a little difficult to learn with Chilseongbo (七星步), but Jong-Yun Yoon was more than happy with this burden.

Chilseongbo and Nakhwageom are different from the martial arts they have learned so far. The deeper you dig, the more hidden the mystery of ascension. It is a martial art that I am convinced that if I learn this, I can become strong.

So I can't help but be excited.

'Just one thing.'

"Uhhhhhhhh!"

"Ouch!"

"Wow, your body is getting bigger, so your sword is like chopsticks!"

"Chuckle chuckle. That's barely enough! Bring me another piece of iron!"

Is this really a volcano or a volcano?

It was an indelible feeling that the volcano that Seongi and Pottery should flow is changing like a den of bandits.

"The death penalty. Now it's time to go eat."

"Um, yes."

In the past, everyone looked forward to the end of the training session.

It is also the role of Jong-Jong Yoon to manage the plan for the day so that it does not become disturbed by over-training.

"Now, let's get organized and go inside. We should wash up, eat, and go to practice in the morning."

"Yes, the death penalty."

"I'll just do what I've been doing and finish it."

"Well, let it be."

Yoon-jong, who was looking around, glanced at Jo-Geul.

"But where is Qingming?"

"You don't do well in training these days, don't you?"

"Well, yes."

Since the three great disciples started their physical training on their own, Cheongmyeong did not reflect well on the training ground.

"It's not like I'm sleeping on my back, I always seem to wake up first, so where the hell are you shooting?"

"Do we know? Actually, isn't Cheongmyeong the busiest person on the volcano?"

"Yes."

It wasn't empty, it was the truth.

After a series of events, the volcano was revived. It has become so common that there are at least a few visitors a day, who had not previously looked after washing their eyes, and businesses recovered from Hwaeum are refurbishing and earning money.

In line with this, the old pavilions of the volcano have been renovated, and maintenance for visitors is in progress.

Meanwhile, Cheongmyeong was busy going back and forth between the top of the galaxy and the volcano.

"execution."

"Well?"

"How strong are we now?"

"Well."

Yoonjong tilted his head.

Strength is relative. To know how strong you have become, you need a yardstick. But they have no standards. It's clear that they're getting stronger, but it's hard to feel just how strong they've become since all the death penalty members grew up together.

"Isn't he at least twice as strong as before he appeared?"

"Only twice?"

"I don't know. The word double is a bit abstract. What is certain is that I'm confident that I can deal with three of my former self."

"That's not enough."

"Yes?"

"Did you know. The sashimi is coming soon."

When the word 'hoe' came out, Yoonjong frowned.

"Yes."

"You have to be stronger. Much more."

"……like that."

Yoon-Jong smirked.

"Then let's ask Cheongmyung to roll a little more."

Jo Geul nodded her head resolutely with a sullen face.

* * *

"What does this do?"

Cheongmyeong stuttered and headed towards Nakhwabong Peak.

In order to become strong, a warrior must practice.

His sword is perfectly adapted to the body of his past. Therefore, it can be followed plausibly, but it has not been able to achieve the perfect unity of the new swordsman as in the past.

There is no royal road here. He must constantly swing his sword to resolve the discord between the body and the head.

However, the problem is that the sword of Qingming is not something that can be wielded in front of others at all. If he makes up his mind and trains properly, the volcano will turn over.

"Ouch. I should die rather than get sick."

In the end, I had no choice but to practice in a place where there were no other people's eyes.

So these days, he climbs the mountain like dawn, swings his sword at the rare Nakhwabong, and then goes down repeatedly.

'How should I do this?'

Climbing up to Nakhwabong wasn't a problem, but the problem was that a lot of time was wasted.

'I still don't have enough time.'

He is so busy that his eyes return just from taking care of the three great disciples, managing Hwaeum's business in connection with the Milky Way, and gently appeasing the elders and elders who do strange things in between.

But more importantly, clarity is strong.

'I don't have time to relax.'

If given 100 years of time as it is, Qingmyeong will someday enter the realm of the former plum blossom zone. And, naturally, it can become stronger than in the past. As the clearing becomes stronger, the volcano will naturally become stronger.

But the world is not so easy.

If there are people who are aiming for volcanoes, they will do anything before they become stronger, even if there is no specific place to aim. Because there is no place that welcomes the clan that has begun to flourish.

Somehow, interference will come in, and people who argue will appear.

What if, while taking your time and getting stronger, you run into people you can't handle?

Besides, isn't there an enemy in the volcano that inevitably causes problems?

Qingming shook his head.

'You have to get stronger as soon as possible. As much as I can handle whatever happens.'

So, I couldn't neglect my training. You just have to climb as fast as you can. Knowing that you're lying down doesn't make you stronger. clench your teeth and diligently... … .

"Huh?"

Qingming narrowed his eyes.

there is someone

An uninvited guest appeared at the training center that Cheongmyeong had been using for a month.

'Who's been here from this time... … ?'

In the eyes of Cheong-myeong, who cautiously approached Nakhwabong, a figure of someone wielding a sword under the moonlight came into view.

The tip of the sword creates a smooth line.

soft but powerful. And gorgeous but elegant.

The sword that hit the ground embroidered the sky, and slowly descended like petals falling from the sky.

sword dance.

It was a dark morning where the sun had not yet risen. A woman was dancing sword dance under the moonlight that illuminates the world.

A pure white robe and ebony hair. And a sword shining in the moonlight.