Return of Mount Hua Sect

The world is not alone. (3)

“Shut up.”

Qingming woke up from his seat, stretching his eyes, and closed his eyes for a moment. Then he opened his eyes wide as he saw the sunlight coming through the window.

“What, what?”

morning? Can't this be?

But no matter how hard I tried to deny it, the pouring sunlight did not disappear.

The sun is gently warming the blanket, so it's warm and I'm falling asleep again... … .

Oh no! not this!

Cheongmyeong opened her mouth wide at this absurd situation.

'I said I overslept?'

who was he This is the plum blossom sword zone Cheongmyeong.

Of course, I am not proud that I got the nickname of Plum Blossom Zone through hard work without any talent. No matter how clear it is, it doesn't go out that much. Since he had innate talent, it is true that his efforts were also effective.

But in any case, he had never been lazy from the day he first took the sword to turn his talents into skills.

By the way… … .

“Are you oversleeping?”

I? this me?

The pupil of Qingming caused an earthquake.

“My, I… … .”

Idleness is a sin, and indolence is a felony.

But it's not everyone else and I'm oversleeping!

“Turn it off!”

Cheongmyung grabbed his head and started scratching his head.

“It is said that a person becomes lazy when his belly is full of oil! on the bird! How could this be?”

It was unimaginable in the past.

Even during the war, when I had to feel the limitations of my body, I never overslept like I do now. Would you like to oversleep now that your body is full of energy?

Qingming got up from his seat and opened the window wide.

The sun wasn't just rising, it was almost in the middle of the sky.

“Hey hey!”

No matter what went wrong, it was definitely wrong. Qingming started dressing up in a hurry.

“Damn it! Strangely, it was said that a long sentence of death would appear in a dream! Having seen that face, there is no way that Iljin is good!”

- What the fuck is this?

"no! I don't have time to play right now!"

Ignoring the auditory hallucinations in my ears, Cheong-myeong put her clothes on. Normally, I would have taken a leisurely shower and went out, but now I didn't have time to wash my cat.

“Uracha!”

He blew away only the dust on his body with his own strength, and ran out as fast as a beam of light.

At the gymnasium, all the disciples of Hwasan had already come out and devoted themselves to their training. Even the great disciples were wielding swords while sweating while occupying one side.

let's see that

'Sin, guilt... … .'

In that wind, Qing-myeong realized that there was still one thing in my heart that could be called conscience.

"I'm here?"

“… … .”

“Where have you been? I haven't seen you all day."

“… … .”

“Cheongmyung. Do some water lilies. I go out every morning and practice like that, but will my body be able to withstand it? How many times have you been here today?”

“… … Yes?"

“Twitter.”

Yoonjong clicked his tongue with a slightly worried face. As I looked at the sadness in those eyes, I felt like my heart was being pricked with a needle.

“The strongest man practices the most non-stop, so the rest of the people are too burdened to even rest!”

Jogeul spoke bluntly, and now it started to sting up to her side.

'No, why today... … .'

Normally, if I had heard such a thing, I would have pointed at him and gave a whole bunch of discipline. But now the thief is numb in his feet, and he has no words to say with ten mouths.

“Everyone uh… … Did everyone come out early?”

"Well… … . Usually, when you go out to practice in the morning, everyone comes out to practice within half an hour.”

“… … Half Sijin?”

“It’s like that.”

With trembling eyes, Cheong-myeong looks at those who are practicing.

Every time the sword and sword collided, sweat dripped from his tightly muscled body and fell on the floor of the gymnasium. So much sweat was seeping in, the color of the floor was about to change.

Normally, I would have only seen the scene with joy, but now those sweat drops flew like a dagger and stabbed me.

no.

In fact, the back of his neck was wet with cold sweat.

'I must die.'

Not only the executioners, but also the seniors in the private quarters are sweating profusely to train like that.

- haha! damn good!

“Kaak! Noisy!"

"Yes? what?"

“… … Oh no.”

Qingming mumbled his words awkwardly. Then he tilted his head slightly.

“But it seems like everyone is a little more radical than usual?”

“It’s about working hard rather than being radical. More than usual.”

"Yes?"

Just as Qingming was about to ask, Baek Cheon, who lowered his sword, wiped the sweat from his forehead and approached them.

“Whoa!”

“… … .”

Looking at the sweat dripping down on their faces, it seemed like they knew just how earnestly they were practicing.

“Now that the event is over, what are you doing so radically?”

“That’s it.”

"Yes?"

Baek Chen looked at Qingming seriously and said.

“Now there is Cheonwoomeng, and the phase of the volcano has changed from what it was in the past.”

“… … .”

“So, as you said before, the people we have to deal with will be stronger. Even if I don’t even mention that Jang Il-so and everyone.”

Qingming nodded his head.

“I am the same, but if the opponent becomes stronger, the result is not clear, right? So we have to be stronger.”

At Baekcheon's words, Qingmyeong looked at the theater again with a subtle gaze.

no one is giving directions

In the past, unswords had to use evil to train them, and later, Qingming was beaten and beaten. But now, everyone in the gym is practicing on their own without having to raise their voices.

As he looked at the serious expression on his face, he felt something tickling his fingertips.

"and… … .”

At that time, Baek Cheon twisted his face and looked at Qingming.

“You guys are training like that, but if we practice less than you, we won’t be able to catch up with you for the rest of our lives!”

Then, Yoo Yi-seol, who was approaching this way, nodded with a face that was still moving. Qingming asked with a puzzled face.

“… … Is it that important?”

“It doesn’t matter!”

Jo-Girl let out a scream.

“Honestly, I’m the first person in the world and the first in the world, so I don’t care about that!”

“… … .”

“Just a little bit taller than you! So, if I can stick a bamboo bun on your face once, I can comfortably climb to the top!”

Yoon Jong and Baek Cheon actively agreed to Jo-Gul’s words and shook their heads.

“It looks like you will ascend to heaven with your fists outstretched.”

“If it’s an achievement like that, I think Tae Sang-no will come out and greet you barefoot.”

“… … .”

No, these bastards?

“A hundred years is a long way away!”

“It won’t take long in a hundred years.”

“It’s worth the investment.”

“It takes a hundred years to beat one bastard, and that’s a lot of business.”

"that's right."

The blue eyes fluttered violently.

'These bastards are serious.'

Those eyes are no joke at all.

No, what sin did I commit like that? … .

“It’s a joke.”

“I don’t think it’s a joke, do you?”

“Then half serious.”

When Qingming was speechless, Baekcheon grinned.

“Everyone knows. We have a lot of work to do in the future.”

“… … .”

“I don’t think that a little more practice or a little more effort can make a big difference. But… … It would be a hundred times better than not doing it.”

Qingming nodded his head without saying a word.

“I just do the best I can with what I can do at the moment. Then we will move forward little by little.”

“Watch out for the back of your head!”

“Do your thing right!”

The faces of Cheong-myeong, who watched Jo-geol pointing and Dang So-so pointing behind him, were a little dazed. The sound of the volcano's students working hard on their water lilies resounded over and over again.

Cheng's eyes fluttered slightly.

- If you run blindly, you won't see people following you. Do you really think your priests won't catch up with you?

'How was it in the past?'

Even then, the gym was full of people practicing.

However, the drops of sweat they shed were invisible to Cheong-Myeong's eyes. But not now. Their sweat is clearly visible in their eyes.

- Slow it down a bit.

'execution… … .'

Was this what you wanted to say?

“… … So, the nagging is… … .”

“What, ma?”

Qingming smiled and turned his head slightly. It wasn't particularly emotional, but I didn't want to show the expression I was making now.

With a low sigh and capturing his expression, Cheongmyeong immediately looked at the volcanic ogum as usual.

“I will train like this and catch up well! Good job!”

“… … But this bastard!”

A hundred thousand have sharpened their teeth.

visor!

Soon his sword is pulled out neatly.

"OK! Let's learn how to practice one step at a time! Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I've fought against you!"

“Huh?”

Blue's eyes twinkled.

“Our Dongryong has won a little bit lately, so his confidence is skyrocketing, right? Dare to draw your sword in front of me!”

“I’m a private student, you bastard!”

“It’s a private residence, so you’re alive. If it’s not for private residence, it’s already gone.”

"OK! Let’s have a great time today!”

Baekcheon spewed fire from his eyes and ran towards the blue sky.

“Die!”

“Are you going to die with that?”

The swords emitted by the two of them swept all around in an instant.

“What, what!”

“Are you crazy?”

The disciples, startled by the sudden start of a violent fight, fled to a place where the aftermath of the sword did not reach.

Similarly, with his body pulled back, Ogum looked at the scene with his arms crossed.

“… … It’s brutal.”

“No matter how you look at it, isn’t it Dalian?”

“Can I use water on the death penalty like that?”

However, even in the midst of such a brutal storm, Baekcheon and Cheongmyung's mouths did not stop moving.

“Today I sharpen your chin and rise to the top!”

“You have big dreams. Anyone know how to topline?”

Kaga Gak!

Baekcheon's black blue light was blocked by the lightly swung sword and bounced off.

'Hmm.'

As his wrists got a little chilly, the corners of his lips curled up.

'It's grown a lot.'

In the past, he did not know. How precious are those who can cross swords like this, who desperately follow him.

I only found out after losing it.

As the hearing said, if he had looked back at the death penalty a little more then the future might have changed a little.

But… … .

'It's all in the past.'

Leave no regrets, but no regrets. Because he has something to protect right in front of him.

“Give more strength to your wrists! There is no power!”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

As the attacks were blocked, Baekcheon rushed in with a bubble in his mouth. Cheongmyung chuckled.

'Don't worry, the death penalty.'

Qingming, who had a glimpse of the disciples of the other volcanoes watching this Dalian, shouted.

“Because this time it will be different!”

His sword blooms colorful flowers.

It was a plum blossom that bloomed again.

“Ah, that’s sweet.”

Cheongmyung smiled with a sullen face. Then he wiped his sweaty forehead.

He looked around with a full cat-like face and shrugged.

“I moved my body and I’m hungry. I'm going to eat first."

“… … .”

Cheongmyung walked away, whistling. It was enough to make the viewers feel better about how light the footsteps looked.

but… … If there is one problem... … .

Those who were looking at the back of Cheongmyeong slowly turned their gaze towards the dance hall.

“… … .”

Everyone sighed in unison as they looked at Baekcheon, who was crawling on the floor and convulsing little by little.

“I can’t hit one.”

“… … A hundred years may not be enough.”

“Walk. Please move to the private medical center.”

“… … Yep."

It was the disciples of the volcano who realized that they still had a long way to go.

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