Return of Mount Hua Sect

I'm the owner, so why apologize? (3)

Hyeonjong stared at everyone quietly. Silence passed. The middle class swallowed dry saliva at the rising tension.

Volcano's longsword.

In the past, it was nothing more than a long sentence from a small clan that didn't even care. But now, no one dared to think of Hyeonjong that way.

The Sacheondang family yields the upper seat to him, and the rulers of Sae-eux bow their heads in courtesy.

Did he say that a place makes a man?

It was not that Hyeonjong was exuding any momentum. He simply looked around him calmly. However, he felt a sense of weight that overwhelms his son-in-law as well as the warmth like a warm breeze.

Those who had known Hyeonjong before realized the changed status anew, and those who did not know held their breath at the majesty of a volcanic scholar.

However, Hyeonjong was not particularly conscious of the gaze focused on him.

"okay… … .”

As if he had grasped the situation, he let out a long, deep sigh.

“… … I don't know why I think I've seen this scene before. Is it my mistake?”

No, the longsword.

That's not an illusion... … . I saw it often. Aww.

Jo-Gul's gaze turned to Hyeon-Jong. No, to be precise, he looked at the person standing behind him.

“… … me, i... … ?”

“… … Wow, Sasuk.”

Baekcheon stood behind Hyeonjong with a happy smile. His eyes looking at the rest of the disciples were 'stupid people. They should have brought them in right away.'

“… … There are other people who are really smart.”

“No, come to think of it, you mean we just went away after seeing how hard we were to stop that crazy guy, right?”

“Are you a little annoyed?”

"Shh."

The volcanic disciples, who had been whispering, quickly shut their mouths at the glance of Yoon-jong who had come to him.

“Hmm.”

Hyeonjong's eyes turned to Yangkyung.

“I am the sage of the volcano.”

“… … I call it Yanggyeong of Cheongbaekmun Gate in Honam.”

Yang Kyung said with a slightly dazed face. I never imagined that such a giant would suddenly appear.

In any sect, in general, long writers do not act recklessly. Jangmunin is a representative of the clan. Since every word determines what kind of place the clan is, we have to be very careful.

However, the long writer of the volcano appeared here before the other disciples arrived.

In the rapidly changing situation, Yang-kyung shrugged his shoulders as if he was suffocating.

“Can I ask what’s going on?”

“… … Yes, long-timer. As for how it happened... … .”

Yang Kyung explained what he had been through. Of course, speaking from his point of view, my faults were moderately reduced, and Qingming’s corruption was slightly exaggerated… … . No, he didn't exaggerate or do anything, he just said it as it was. Because there is nothing more to exaggerate.

“That’s how it is.”

“Hmm.”

Hyeonjong wrinkled his brow as he heard Yanggyeong’s words. And he looked at the Qingming still held by his disciples.

“Cheongmyung.”

"Yes."

“Are all the things Moon-ju said true?”

"Yes."

It was a story focused on Yanggyeong, but Cheongmyeong did not raise any objections and answered meekly. It's true that something similar happened.

"like that."

Hyeonjong looked at Cheongmyeong standing proudly and nodded slowly.

“I will ask you one thing.”

“Yeah, long-timer.”

“Are you ashamed of what you did?”

"no."

Without a moment's hesitation, there was an immediate answer.

Hyeonjong stared at such a request and then nodded his head. And he cried a little loudly.

“Unam!”

"Yes! Long doorman!”

Unam, who was standing as if escorting Hyeonjong, immediately swooped and bowed his head.

“Get Yanggyeong Munju and other people from Cheongbaekmun out of the volcano.”

"Yes!"

“As of today, climbing to Cheongbaekmun’s volcano is prohibited. And I declare that I will not have any relationship with the volcano in the future.”

“Yeah, the long doorman!”

Yanggyeong's face turned gray in an instant.

“Come on, long doorman!”

He looked at Hyeonjong desperately. However, Hyeonjong didn't even look at him and clicked his tongue as he looked at Cheongmyeong.

“Still, a doin should know how to be patient.”

“There is a time to be patient and there is a time to not be patient.”

"therefore. Wasn't he able to stand it apart this time?"

“It’s not… … . Hehe."

When Cheong-myeong shyly scratched the back of his head, Hyeon-jong shook his head as if there was nothing he could do about it. But he said it quietly for a while.

"You did well."

“… … .”

“The next time something like this happens again, you don’t have to put up with it either.”

"Yes."

Cheongmyeong held out her stomach as if she was a giant. The faces of his disciples were horribly contorted.

“Ah, no, the long storyteller… … . If you speak... … .”

“How are you going to do the backtracking? … .”

“Well, you can’t do that. please!"

Meanwhile, the middle class could not help but be astonished. Things I see for the first time in my life keep happening. It was the first time in my life that a long-distance writer took an immediate step forward in such a case, and it was the first time in my life that a long-distance writer had kicked a disciple who had been kicked in the face of a writer from another family.

However, the most embarrassing thing was that the young disciples risked their lives after the long sentence of the Japanese family.

Even the elders, who should have shouted, and the disciples who followed them, did not show any particular reaction, as if it was natural and familiar.

Hyunjong smiled brightly.

“If there is a problem, you have to stop it like this time.”

“… … I couldn’t stop it.”

“And I can’t stop… … .”

“Heh heh heh.”

Hyeonjong, who had shed a benevolent smile, roughly masking the sorrows of his disciples, glanced at Yanggyeong. A sharp chill suddenly appeared in his eyes as he looked at the disciples with warmth.

“What are you doing? Get it out!”

"Yes!"

Yangkyung looked around with trembling eyes at the great disciples approaching this way. And he shouted.

“Come on, Jangmunin! Is this really the meaning of a volcano?”

Hyungwon didn't answer.

“Is it really Hwasan’s intention to protect those outsiders and persecute the clan of Jungwon? Are you saying that in front of all these people?”

Hyungwon's eyes narrowed slightly.

“You seem to have a deep misunderstanding.”

"Yes?"

When Hyeonjong opened his mouth, the great disciples who were approaching Yanggyeong stopped walking. Hyeonjong spoke in a hoarse voice so that everyone could hear it clearly.

“The volcano does not protect Saeoe. No, I don’t discriminate people based on their background or background, whether they’re a newcomer or a midfielder.”

“Hey, how do you… … .”

“A volcano only protects its friends.”

“… … .”

“Please be wise. Nammanyasu Palace and North Sea Ice Palace are close friends of the volcano and share the same purpose. Volcanoes do not tolerate insults to their friends. If you insult them, the volcano will fight it no matter where it is.”

"that… … .”

Yang-kyung was speechless.

He had no way of rebutting it. The most important thing here was the fact that Jangmun-in, who could be called the volcano itself, was on the side of the Sae-e-e clan, exuding aging to Yang-gyeong.

Yanggyeong's wall was too small to overcome the pressure.

Hyeonjong then looked around at everyone in the hall. As if this is not just a word for Yang-kyung.

“As long as it is under the name of Cheon Woo Meng, Hua Hua will not stand by its confidantes being treated unfairly! Even if it harms the volcano!”

Those who made eye contact with Hyeonjong secretly bowed their heads to avoid his gaze. As much as he secretly sympathized with Yang-gyeong, he did not dare to receive that gaze.

"so… … .”

Hyeonjong paused his speech for a moment. And he quietly put his hands together and swept it. A soft smile crept onto his lips again.

“For those of you who are currently working, please do not keep trivial accidents in mind and enjoy the opening ceremony.”

“Wow, there might be!”

“Okay, Jang Moon-in!”

Hyeonjong straightened his back when answers came from here and there quickly.

“Munju Yang.”

"Yes? Yes!"

Yang-gyeong, startled, hurriedly answered. A little hope filled the corner of his heart. But all he could hear was a cold voice.

“Leave his disciples out of the volcano.”

“Come on, long sentence… … .”

“It’s a good day to end like this. If at any other time I had dared insult them in front of the volcano as I did today, I would never have endured it.”

Yang-kyung grimaced and didn't say anything.

I don't know what the aftermath of that volcanic old man's remarks or what will happen. However, one thing was certain: at least there was no one who would stand by Hyeonjong against him.

“I won’t say it twice.”

That cold voice was the decisive blow.

Yangkyung bowed his head and turned away without saying a word. After that, the disciples of the blue and white gate, who had their shoulders drooping in the same way, followed behind him.

As the crowd split, Qingming, who watched them as they walked along the open road to the prose gate, sharpened their teeth.

“Oh, it should be a little tighter!”

“… … It's thick enough, ma'am! How much more are you going to beat!”

It is embarrassing to receive a blessing from the volcano, but what is more serious is the fact that he was kicked in the face by the third disciple.

If this were known, he would probably not be able to carry his face for a while.

Of course, it would be difficult to lift your face even because of the large footprints.

“Ts. Well, yes. Anyway, I gave you shame.”

“Yes, yes. So calm down... … .”

“Mr. Lee, but thinking about it makes me angry again! What, savage? That little bastard... … .”

“Oh, little! please!"

“Stop it, you bastard!”

The disciples caught on to Cheongmyeong like Deukdal. Hyeonjong looked at the scene and smiled happily.

"haha. They are still good friends.”

“Do you like this? this?"

“Oh, please do something!”

“Heh heh heh heh.”

When Hyeonjong turned his back and looked at the distant mountain, the faces of the volcano disciples were horribly distorted.

'Because you know everything!'

'I really hate it for once! really!'

At that time, the archers of Binggung and the Beast Palace walked out from among the middle class and stood in front of Hyeonjong. There were quite a few humble faces.

“… … Thank you, Jang Mun-in.”

“We’re just… … .”

“Don’t say that.”

But Hyeonjong firmly shook his head.

“Once again, I am very sorry to hear bad things from people from far away. Volcano will take care of this in the future, so please relax.”

“… … Jang-min.”

The eyes of the archers looking at him were filled with emotion. He fully realized that Hwasan’s words that he thought of him as close friends were not just empty words.

This is an indescribable emotion... … .

“Wouldn’t it be impossible to talk about those who just talk recklessly if they bite their snouts to death and brush them all off? Let’s start with them.”

“… … .”

Impressed... … .

I'm impressed... … .

“Hey, you bastard, does that make sense?”

“Why not? If you're talking nonsense, you're right! And this isn't just ignoring the yangbans! You ignored us!”

“Why is that happening again?”

"lets think! If this was the Shaolin, would that bastard talk about the clan affiliated with the Shaolin? Would you have been tempted to ask me to take care of you again?”

“… … uh? Thinking about it?”

"okay! Because this is ignoring us! You have to peel it off and throw it away! I'll have to bring those bastards back!"

"Hey!"

"Why? Do you want to dry it again?”

"no. Let's go together. Thinking about it makes me mad too!”

"Yes?"

The archers, who had been standing haphazardly, looked at Hyeonjong with awkward faces.

Hyeonjong then opened his mouth with a smile that was more benevolent.

“Lucky sword.”

“Yeah, long-timer.”

“… … Push them all into the Confession-dong and let them cool their heads.”

“… … Yes."

Hyeonjong realized again that the accident was not caused by someone else but by the disciples of Hwasan.

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