Return of Mount Hua Sect

The world is not alone. (2)

“So… … .”

“… … .”

The face of the middle-aged man with the catheter was gradually distorted. Then the young man sitting in front flinched and shrugged his shoulders.

It's not really a strange sight.

It's common for an older person to rebuke a younger disciple.

However, the story is a little different if the person who hears the rebuke is Qingmyeong of Hwasan Gachaban, where even the elders and elders of the clan have raised their hands and two feet.

An uncontrollable bastard.

It was quite a rare sight to see the worst mangjong in the history of volcanoes shrugging their shoulders like that.

“But who knows that I am here… … .”

"Why? If you tell me who you are, will you come to me and give me a boost?”

"Hehe… … . I hope I can You know what I have in mind these days.”

“Catch your heart? you?"

“… … .”

Qingming quietly grinded his teeth.

'If someone gets caught, I will not let it go.'

If other yangbans come and give you instructions, they will snort and run away. But no matter how clear it was, there was nothing he could do about the hearing.

"therefore… … .”

“… … Yes, the death penalty.”

Cheongmyung glanced at the hearing officer's eyes.

'Oh, Mr.'

There is a deep furrow in the corner of the eye where there was always kindness. This meant that at least the nagging Sijin should be heard.

“Bring some of it over there, that… … .”

"Ugh! a stalk? execution! I'm old now... … !”

“… … water. Bring water.”

“… … .”

Qingming sighed in relief and got up helplessly and brought the water bottle in front of the door.

"Here you go."

“Sit down.”

“So.”

As Cheong-myeong sat down again, Cheong-mun squeezed her throat. And he took a deep breath.

“Cheongmyung.”

“Yes, the death penalty.”

“… … Was it a big mistake for the priest to ask you about swordsmanship?”

“No.”

“Is it wrong for a priest who wants to get stronger and has the courage to ask you for a sword?”

“… … no."

The hearing officer's face contorted.

“Then why?”

“… … .”

“Why, why? If your child doesn't know something, you can ask! Are you kidding me for asking that? Are you still a scoundrel?! Huh?"

“Sah, the death penalty! Match your words! Put your fist down!”

“Because I’m out of temper, I!”

Daehyung's hearing.

A great disciple of Hwasan, who knows humanity, knows the Way, and whose sensibility makes even the hearts of those who look at it at peace. He is the one who can't take the position of the next volcano's gatekeeper, and makes even the ignorant of the volcano secretly wish for the current long gatekeeper's washing in gold.

A swordsman and swordsman with a high reputation in the world.

However, even at the hearing of the great swordsman, no reason remained in front of this fool.

“Are you beating a child for asking one question and making him go to the drugstore? Did you even apply honey to the Confucius-dong? Why are you so anxious that you can’t go to Confession-dong?”

“It’s not honey. How much do I hate Confession-dong? If you spend a week in a place without that light, it's just... … .”

“Very just?”

“… … If I just leave, I'm so full of life that I'm going to kill the guy who made me come in here... … .”

“I’ll lose too, you bastard! Me too!”

In the end, he could not stand the hearing and threw Seojin, who had been caught in his hand, at Cheongmyeong. However, Cheongmyung quickly snatched it up and just smiled happily, hehehe.

"no way. You have to say something that makes sense. How can I punish you!”

“… … Can I hit the priest?”

“The priest must be right.”

“What about private residence?”

“If Sasuk is also bullshit, you are right.”

“… … .”

Taking advantage of the silence, Cheongmyung quickly returned Seojin to her place and smiled awkwardly. Hearing took a deep breath.

“Why did you hit me?”

"execution. You seem to have misunderstood, but I'm not a fan because he asked that."

"then?"

“Didn’t I also hear from the death penalty? I listened to the nail into my ear, but I couldn't believe it, did I have to beat it all?"

“Then why?”

Again, as he remembered that time, Cheng-myeong said with a spirit of anger.

“No, I mean, I explained it in detail and even gave a demonstration.”

“… … By the way?"

“Even if you tell me three times, you can’t get enough of it! And keep telling me!”

“… … .”

“Why does a guy who doesn’t understand even if I tell him keep telling me! It's not about fucking people!"

Heung-myeong, who was slightly speechless, took a deep breath at Cheong-myeong.

“Cheongmyung.”

"Yes?"

“Are you bored?”

“… … .”

Cheng Ming pushed her mouth shut again.

He liked this aspect of the hearing. Others would have been furious at first saying that it made sense. But the hearing gave him one more thought before he became angry.

“It’s not that boring at all… … .”

Qingming murmured a little.

“It can’t be done anyway.”

“… … .”

“There are things that work hard, and there are things that don’t work, so I don’t know what’s so bad about it.”

Hearing just looked at him without saying a word. Cheong-myeong, who was sullen for nothing, bowed her head.

“Cheongmyung. They are your priests.”

“… … .”

“Of course, it can be frustrating for you. But won't you one day come across something that you can't handle on your own?"

“… … .”

“Then what will you do then?”

“Isn’t it okay if I get taller?”

“What if not?”

“Then you should be stronger.”

“… … .”

Cheongmyeong shook her head as Heung-myeong looked at her with a puzzled face.

“I know it will sound frustrating. But, the death penalty.”

"Well?"

“It is said that the speed at which volcanoes are counting is faster than the speed at which the volcano grows because I teach them.”

“… … .”

“You don’t have to hold on to your ankles. Then I do it all on my own. Shaolin and shaman, I'll just beat them all. You can eat rice cakes while watching the death penalty.”

“… … .”

"Hehe. If possible, it would be better if you share a rice cake with me.”

Heung-hwan exhaled a long breath through his nose. Cheong-myeong was pricked by a lever and flinched, but in fact, what was engulfed in the gaze of Cheong-myeong looking at him was regret.

To others, those words of Qingming may sound only as an absurd excuse for avoidance. However, it felt very sad for the hearing.

'I can't get along.'

The world that Cheong-Ming sees is different from the world that others see.

When a person notices one thing in what he sees before his eyes, he sees ten or twenty at once. Will these two communicate with each other?

To Qingming, even the hearing would seem like a dull and frustrating person. Nevertheless, it is Qingmyeong who is condemned to death and who speaks of the scourge.

“Cheongmyung.”

"Yes."

“How far do you want to go alone?”

“… … .”

"okay. I understand your feelings too. I also know that it is many times more beneficial for the volcano to be strong on your own than to drag others around.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“But then how much more fiercely do you have to live?”

Hearing quietly shook his head and continued.

“It may seem like you are going to leave everything and go alone, but in fact, it is the way to carry everything on your back. Can you handle the fate of this volcano alone?”

“… … .”

“Yeah, it might be possible. But that's no different from climbing a steep cliff with your bare hands. Even those who climbed the cliff countless times didn't fall to the distant bottom by mistake. Can you live your whole life in such tension and pressure?”

Qingming didn't say anything. It was because there was an indescribable sincerity in the voice of the hearing.

“Even if it were possible, I wish Chung Myung wouldn’t let you live that kind of life.”

"execution."

The hearing smiled quietly.

“I don’t think they are slow, but you are too fast.”

“… … .”

“If you run blindly, you won’t see people following you. At first, you will look back once or twice, but if no one sees you each time, you end up running without ever looking back.”

Cheongmyeong looked at the hearing without saying a word.

He sometimes had a hard time understanding what the hearing was saying. It was because it was not a word that could be interpreted as reason and logic.

“Cheongmyung.”

“Yes, the death penalty.”

“The world is not alone.”

“… … .”

“No one can live alone. Without the stuffy children you are talking about, you are the one who is the most frustrated. Do you understand what I mean?”

“Yes, the death penalty. I know. I know... … .”

“Give me a little delay.”

Qingming let out a deep sigh in the cramped heart.

“I know what you mean. that… … . Yes. Honestly, that doesn't make any sense. No matter how much I wait and delay, if there is no intention of following me... … .”

“Do you really think your priests don’t want to catch up with you?”

“… … .”

“Isn’t it because the thorn you set up makes you unable to express those thoughts in front of you?”

"that… … .”

Hearing finally smiled with a bit of pity.

'He's also true.'

he knows

Others didn't know, but he knew.

The fact that the most waiting for the person who will stand next to you is the fact that Cheongmyeong is the one. Otherwise, there would be no way Qingming would listen to him.

It has been a long time since the hearing has already been overtaken by force. Even the elders of the clan can't do anything with their swords. And Cheong Myung knew that fact best, and he wasn't particularly restless.

For the reason that he almost raised him, there was no way that ignorant guy could just follow the hearings like a rock.

Qingming knows it too.

The fact that if even the relationship with the hearing is cut off, he will have no choice but to be alone.

'It's different from us.'

For Qingming, the world is a volcano.

They are different from those who climbed a volcano with the determination to become a guru after seeing the world. From the time when he was able to see the world with his eyes, he stayed only in the volcano.

How can the hearing be guessed as to what kind of heart he is looking at the volcano?

“Cheongmyung.”

“Yes, the death penalty.”

“I am not asking you to watch the priests for the sake of the volcano.”

“… … .”

“See for you. For you. The day will come when you too will realize the value of those who support your back.”

Then, Cheongmyeong looked at the hearing with the most serious eyes. Heung-moon smiled eagerly on that rather serious face.

“Yeah, I get it… … .”

“No, it only makes sense when it is of minimal use! If those are the plates to support your back, I'm done! You must put down your sword.”

“… … .”

“You have to say something to hear it! Yes? What are they? hey! It won't happen unless I'm broken and I'm not born again."

The hearing laughed out loud.

“Cheongmyung.”

"Yes!"

“Bring me a stick.”

“… … .”

"hurry!"

"under. haha… … . Hahaha."

Qingming smiled awkwardly and jumped up from his seat.

"execution!"

"Yes?"

“I will engrave the words of the death penalty on my bones. I understood perfectly, too, the words to take good care of the priests. I will renew my bones.”

“… … .”

“Then let me go!”

Then, without looking back, he slammed the door and ran.

“Hey, that guy! Aren't you standing there? You must go to a volcano! Where are you going to run away?”

“I’m going to practice!”

Hearing the voices already heard from far away, Heung-moon let out a deep sigh.

'It's asking for too much.'

Man cannot be perfect.

Those who have exceptional talent in one field are often lacking in other areas. Qingming is born with incomparable talents, but because of that, he doesn't know how to get along with people and embrace them.

And that was increasingly isolating Qingming.

Being strong is a good thing.

But what does it mean to be strong alone, with no one to rejoice with?

The names of Cheongmun and Hwasan still hold onto Qingming, but even the reins were not known when they would be released. Then, maybe one day, tears will flow from both eyes of Cheong-myeong, and Cheong-mun always boils and burns.

Heungmyeon, who was closing the door that Cheongmyeong sprinted out of, stopped for a moment when something caught his eye.

There was something like a root of grass in the place where Qingming had been sitting a while ago.

“… … three?”

Wild ginseng (山蔘).

He seemed to have found it while going deep into the mountains to practice.

“… … guy."

As I looked at the ginseng that Qingming left behind, the sadness doubled. At the root of the grass, I could feel Cheongmyeong's heart for hearing, and on the other hand, it was because the back of Cheongmyeong, who went to practice in a deep mountain where others could not see, leaving a comfortable gymnasium, was nice to the eye.

When I think of that clumsy figure, a corner of my heart aches.

"Someday… … .”

One day, even that child will be able to meet people who will give him a heart.

If I could see Chong-myung smile innocently in the midst of others, even once, I couldn't wish for anything more.

“It’s still a long way off.”

Nevertheless, the day will come when this volcano will fully embrace that child.

It was a hearing I really wanted to believe.

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