Return of Mount Hua Sect

look forward to that day (1)

Hyeonjong looked at Jang Il-so blankly.

What did Iza say now?

brother? All-in-one and Cheonwoomaeng?

No, all peoples and volcanoes?

In the eyes of Hyeonjong, there were complicated eyes that could not be said anything.

He, too, has lived many years. Over the years he has met many people. Some were cunning, some were full of cause, and some were dubious and difficult to understand.

But none of them were as difficult to deal with as Jang Il-so, who stood before them.

It felt like a single, insignificant word stabbed a person's lungs.

Hyeonjong bit his lip once and opened his mouth. It was a calmer voice than at the beginning.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Hearing Hyeonjong's answer, Ilso Jang gently twisted his red lips.

“It’s not a difficult story, but there must be something you don’t know. Literally. We all want to join the Cheonwoo Meng.”

“… … .”

Hyeonjong's eyes were young with despair.

“If everyone’s room was with Tianyu Meng, he would have nothing to fear in the world. Are you willing to take the hand of all people?”

At his words, the faces of the middle class became pale blue.

everyone?

That all people and Cheon Woo-maeng holding hands?

This is nonsense.

But… … .

'If it's done, it's a really great thing.'

Even the current Cheon Woo Meng is enough to shake Kang Ho. However, on the day that all peoples join the alliance, there will be an event where all existing power maps must be torn down and rewritten.

What was even more shocking was that it was not Cheon Woo-maeng who made the proposal first, but Jang Il-so of all peoples.

Anyone who knows Jang Il-so even knows the fact that he is never someone who will bow his head under anyone. But isn't he saying that he can bow his head to none other than Cheon Woo Meng?

'What are you thinking?'

Those who couldn't keep up with Jang Il-so's speed were unable to deal with their tangled heads and just watched the situation blankly.

He crushes his son-in-law with his overwhelming presence, and sweeps away those who are in his own way. It was as if a giant hand grabbed those who climbed the volcano and shook them.

It is enough for middle-aged people to marvel at such a Jangilso. But Hyungwon couldn't do that. He is the one who ascended to the leader of the Cheonwoo Meng. No matter how great your opponent, you should never be swept away.

Hyunjong calmly opened his mouth.

“I understand what you mean.”

Jang Il-so gave an interesting glance.

“But that is not possible.”

"why? Because the relationship between all people and volcanoes is not very good?”

Hyeonjong looked straight at Ilso Jang.

“Although I am a long writer of the volcano, I am standing here as the leader of Cheon Woo Meng. It’s not a case of arguing for personal favors.”

"if?"

“Because the people of all nations and the people of heaven do not get along with each other.”

Jang Il-so stared at Hyeonjong without a word as if to continue.

“Cheonwoo-maeng and all men walk different paths. Isn't there any reason to weave things that don't fit together?"

"therefore… … .”

Jang Il-so's roaring voice resounded through the volcano.

“Is this something you don’t want to accept because everyone is a Sapa?”

“… … loser.”

“That’s a strange thing to say.”

Jang Il-so's gaze turned to Seol So-baek and Meng-so, who stood behind Hyeon-jong.

“If you look at the North Sea Ice Palace and the South Bay Beast Palace, they are not factions, did they not accept them? What is the difference between them and all people?”

Hyeonjong gently closed his mouth.

In fact, the distinction between the two is not very clear. It wouldn't be too difficult to distinguish them depending on which direction they advocated for themselves, but if the clan did not set their own direction, there is no clear standard for dividing the two.

As pointed out by Ilso Jang, Namman Beast Palace was closer to a Sapa than a Jeongpa from the point of view of a midfielder.

“It’s weird. I can't accept the safaris in Jungwon because the paths are different, but is it possible to accept safaris other than Sae?”

"that… … .”

Hyeonjong tried to say something, but before that, Jang Il-so giggled and laughed. He acted as if he wasn't expecting an answer.

“Otherwise!”

thud!

Then, suddenly, his foot stomped on the floor. A powerful advance shook the ground and spread out.

“Does being close friends of Cheon Woo Maeng just depend on whether Maeng Joo liked the place?”

Jang Il-so, with his tongue clenched, shook his head as if pathetic.

“It’s a little kid’s plaything.”

Having downgraded the very existence of Cheon Woo Meng at once, he extended his arms exaggeratedly. His elongated sleeves flapped, and the eyes of the men were once again focused on him.

However, Jang Il-so, who seemed to be making a loud noise soon, unexpectedly turned his back and remained silent for a while. The gathered eyes are burning, and it seems that the people watching will give them time to celebrate their dry lips.

“Lord.”

Meanwhile, Hyunjong slowly opened his mouth.

“The people who are with Cheon Woo Meng are not so determined.”

“Hmm?”

Jang Il-so stands out and looks at Hyeonjong.

“The most important thing is trust. We want someone who can lean on each other's backs. However, Chun Woo Meng has not yet had the confidence to turn his back on everyone.”

“… … .”

“If the day comes when Cheon Woo Meng can have strong trust in all people, there will be no reason for us to reject all people.”

Jang Il-so's red lips curled up in an arc.

“Trust me… … . trust… … .”

He nodded his head very slowly.

“That’s right. trust. Yes, trust doesn't matter. I definitely agree with what my lord said.”

“… … .”

“Now, the question is how to gain the trust of Cheon Woo Meng… … .”

Jang Il-so's gaze glanced at the old file room and the elders of the Oh Dae-se family, who stood behind Hyeon-jong.

“How are you? Will you trust us if one of the old file rooms or the five generations comes down?”

"I!"

“Hey, you crazy!”

From the mouths of the masters came the sound of a leaky breeze.

Defeat Jang Il-so.

Who doesn't know his fame? Who doesn't know the strength of the people he leads?

But no matter how much it is, I can't say much about the old file room and the five generations. That is not the case, but even if someone worse than the long day comes.

“Losing!”

Lee Byeok of Cheongseong, who couldn't stand it, shouted out.

“Excessive words. Can you afford it now?”

Then Jang Il-so slightly turned his head to face Lee Byeok.

The moment their eyes met, Lee Byeok took a step back without realizing it.

"Eww… … .”

How would the beast feel when facing the hunter?

The moment he looked into the burning eyes of Ilso Jang in his long eyes, he felt the pain of his whole body being slaughtered with a sharp knife.

'Uh, how... … .'

Yibyeok was greatly perplexed. He was well aware that Jang Il-so was great, but he never imagined it would be this much.

“Ahahahahahahahaha!”

Jang Il-so suddenly burst into a big laugh.

“Can you afford it? Is it a treat?”

The sound of laughter filled with history was truly explosive. Those who were weak in strength quickly covered their ears with their faces turned white. His laughter shook the inside and slapped it like it was going to burst the eardrums.

His laughter stopped as if it were a lie, as a gulp of blood spurted out of his throat. Then, an empty stillness passed coldly through the space.

“That’s funny.”

Jang Il-so's calm voice without a smile pierced the elders of the old school and the five generations.

“Those who show a smiling face to the enemy who reveal it in front of their eyes can’t stand small insults.”

He clicked his tongue as if looking down at something really trivial.

“Before you get mad at me, why don't you dispose of the knife at my neck first? They are good-looking people, so you probably wouldn’t know that.”

“… … .”

None of those present could easily refute that statement. Jang Il-so, who looked at them as if they were asking anyone to give an answer, smiled bitterly.

“It’s not fun.”

Then he turned his head to look at Hyeonjong again. He put his hands together and swung to Hyeonjong.

“Congratulations once again on the opening of Cheon Woo Meng. I hope that one day we will forget our private grudges and sit face to face with each other.”

Hyeonjong nodded his head as he looked at the scene.

“Take a look.”

“Hmm.”

Jang Il-so raised his head slightly bowed and smiled strangely.

“Sage.”

"Yes."

“Don’t take my suggestion as a joke or nonsense.”

“… … .”

“If that’s difficult… … .”

Jang Il-so's gaze turned to one side.

The face of the person who made eye contact with him instantly hardened like a stone statue.

“I can support Cheon Woo Meng without revealing it like the King of Green Forest over there.”

“… … .”

Green King?

At the unexpected name, the eyes of middle schoolers followed that of Ilso Jang. Standing at the end was a nobleman in a splendid outfit.

'The king of green forest? Author?'

'Why is the King of Green Forest here?'

Receiving the suspicious gaze, Lim So-byeong bit her lip.

“Ha ha ha ha.”

Despite Lim So-byeong's sharp gaze, Jang Il-so laughed softly. And he turned around his body as if he had no more business to do.

“Go back.”

The middle class couldn't take their eyes off his back. I had too many questions. Because I couldn't understand why he had come to such a distant place and performed such a journey.

But no one dared to question Jang Il-so. He didn't even dare to call, let alone ask a question.

Except for one person.

"Hey."

“… … .”

Jang Il-so slowly turned his gaze back.

Cheong-myeong stared straight at him with a cold gaze, then gestured towards the chests on the floor.

“Take it off. Because I don’t need that.”

“Ttttttttttttt.”

Jang Il-so bit his tongue and smiled brightly at Cheong-myeong.

“Even if the customer doesn’t like it, it doesn’t mean that he will decline the gift.”

“It also depends on the customer.”

“Huh?”

Qingming's eyes were getting thinner. At the same time, his sharp eyes became increasingly harsh.

“This is the last time you see me and go back to life. The next time you see me is your last day.”

“Ummm.”

Jang Il-so smiled as if he liked it and nodded his head.

"Feel so good. I look forward to that day.”

The fingertips of Cheongmyung's arms crossed, clutching my forearm. He was so strong that his fingertips turned white from his anger.

"go away. That's all you have to endure."

“Ha ha ha ha! thank you I need to get out of here before my head is cut off!”

Jang Il-so, who smiled like a child who started playing tag, turned around his body and shouted.

"let's go!"

"Yes!"

Behind Jang Il-so, who was walking dignifiedly, all men in white robes followed at once.

He said he would run, but his gait was far from that of a fleeing man wherever he looked. To put it bluntly, the strength on each foot was like that of a triumphant general.

Those who were dazzled by the look of his back did not release the power that had been tightly attached to his body only after Jang Il-so had gone away for a long time. Some of them even collapsed due to weakness in their legs.

Baek Cheon bit his lip tightly so that his blood could seep through, and the back figure of Jang Il-so was clearly engraved in his mind.

“That motherfucker… … .”

In response to his mild swear words, Cheongmyung spoke quietly.

“Remember that, Sasuk.”

“… … .”

“That’s a monster.”

Baek Cheon's eyes turned to Qingming.

It is rare for Qingming to appreciate someone so highly. It goes without saying that there are hardly any.

"And he's the one we should put a knife on."

“… … .”

"do not forget."

Baekcheon nodded his head with a stiff face.

It was natural. I can't forget

never.

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