Return of Mount Hua Sect

I think the volcano has changed something. (3)

"Here!"

"Oh, Confucius, you've come again. Come this way. We'll guide you to a good spot."

"Isn't it great?"

"Oh my gosh. What's the big deal? Thanks to Confucius' frequent visits, business is going well and it's worth living. Ha ha ha ha."

Cheongmyeong headed to the window seat under the guidance of Jeom So-yi.

"It's a cool wet towel. If you wait a little, I'll bring you the sohongju you always had. What would you like to have for snacks today?"

"Give me a couple of suitable ones."

"Yes. I will talk to the chef and prepare the best food for you today."

Not the best, but the most delicious, man!

Who are you trying to catch?

However, without time to dry, Jeom So-y ran to the kitchen of Burinake and served two bottles of chilled Sohong-ju.

"Here it is."

"Great, thanks."

As soon as Cheongmyeong received Sohongju, he opened the lid without delay and poured it into the glass.

From the sound of the alcohol pouring in, it's even more delightful.

'People live in this taste.'

No matter how Qingming is a human who has kicked out the Taoist laws, there is no way he can drink alcohol at the volcano as a third-generation disciple.

It's not a complete ban on alcohol, but it's because drinking in prose is strictly prohibited.

But who is Qingming?

If you don't want to do it, you have to do it, and if you don't want to do it, you should absolutely do it.

'Oddly enough, if you tell me not to eat, I want to eat more.'

The two bottles of alcohol I had brought from the cave had long since froze, and now it has become a daily routine to change into a uniform and stop by the Juru every time I come down to Hwaeum with the privilege of a long-time writer.

No matter how often they come, Soy Jeom is the first to know. Shame on you!

"Great."

Cheongmyung, who poured a glass of alcohol down his throat without delay, was drooping down on the chair with a face as if he had arrived in paradise.

"There are so many things that people say that it's the right thing to do, but don't do it? People have to agree!"

After all, what are scoundrels!

what?

Am I a thief?

no way. I'm a little different.

Cheongmyung poured another glass of alcohol and brought it to his lips. Then, without holding back, he looked at the glass of wine. Cheongmyung, who was looking down at the soft drink, smiled slightly.

"It's not like it used to be, death penalty."

The best time to drink alcohol was to hide away from the eyes of the executioners looking for Qingming with the lights on their eyes.

"I'm here like this."

there is no one

Cheongmyeong looked at the glass of wine and finally smiled.

It's weird.

I've never missed someone in my entire life to sit across from the glass, now that I'm looking beyond it.

"Twitter."

It does not, however, fall into deep appreciation.

The past is just the past. If the executioners saw him trembling, they would laugh at the boat.

Because those yangbans are originally like that.

In the world, they were called Tao who realized the High Way and living gods (活仙), but in reality they were just playful old people.

The same goes for Qingming.

"Come on, here's Sampisa (三皮絲). And here's Daeryeo Daepaju (大?

帶把?

子)."

Sampisa is a dish made with oyster meat, pork and jellyfish, and Daeryeo Daeri is a dish of stewed pork feet. Both were traditional Shaanxi food.

"What about Dongpa meat?"

"It's coming soon."

Cheongmyung licked his lips and raised his chopsticks.

Aren't things just as bad as the delicacies on the table right now? After drinking a glass of sohongju and eating naengchae, there is no other paradise.

'This is Seongyeji.'

The allegorical isometric freezes to death.

Executions I am not going. live happily there

Then the door opened and a series of hordes entered.

"Welcome to me!"

Jeomsoy runs towards the Burinake door.

All those who entered were young men and women.

'Aren't you too young to be a young man?'

The men seem to have grown taller, and the women certainly look younger than that... … . In any case, they are blood in the eyes of Cheong-myeong.

Those who came in looked around and sat down at the table next to Cheongmyeong. Qingming did not pay any attention to them and diligently teased the chopsticks.

"I'm going to eat gourmet food in no time."

"Now I can't eat more because of Byeokgokdan, the death penalty."

"That's why you didn't come here? The priority is to go up the mountain as soon as possible and say hello to the masters, but I'm sure they'll understand this as well."

execution? dormancy?

Cheongmyung raised his head slightly and glanced at those who laid their backs down. By the way, they are all wearing black uniforms. And on its chest was embroidered a plum blossom symbolizing the volcano.

'Is it a white porcelain boat?'

He wore a robe embroidered with plum blossoms, so he was the mundo of the volcano, and since he had never seen Qingming before, it would fit a white porcelain boat. That age is just that.

Qingming bowed his head.

I have not committed any crimes, but I do not want to show my face. I don't even want to get involved. Fortunately, I'm wearing casual clothes now, so as long as I don't get tangled up, there won't be any problems.

'I can't even eat properly. eh. Eat quickly and leave.'

There is no such thing as the joy of meeting a junior student.

Anyway, this guy has a headache, and that guy has a headache too. It's best not to get involved as much as possible.

"By the way, sister Yu?"

"I think I climbed a volcano first."

"Didn't we meet in harmony?"

“When do sisters and sisters ever listen to each other?”

"Hmm. Then the masters must have known that we were here."

"It's okay. Everyone knows that Brother Yu is special."

"Then you're lucky."

The young man sitting in the middle called Jeom Soi and finished a simple order. Then he ordered a drink and filled the cups of the executioners.

'Jer.'

Qingming frowned.

'Now, these two great disciples are drinking alcohol in the middle of the harmony, not anywhere else. Even if the clan goes upside down, it's still oily!'

Anyways these days!

huh?

me?

no way. I'm not the case. I'm close to a hundred years old... … .

pass over, pass over

"Everyone worked hard. They overcame the hard training well."

"Who has suffered as much as the death penalty? We just followed the death penalty."

"That's right. The death penalty was the most difficult."

A tall young man sitting in the middle smiles.

'Are you handsome?'

Cheong-myeong, a man, has a warm-hearted appearance. A black robe was put on it, and the picture was captured.

what is it Should we call it the atmosphere of the legendary gangster in the story?

"Among those who practiced together, I know better than anyone that you worked the hardest. I buy this alcohol personally, so please do not feel burdened and drink it as much as you want."

"Thank you. Death penalty."

"Don't get too drunk instead. You have to climb a volcano in the evening."

"Sure."

The sound of laughter rises.

So, on the way back from training, it seems like they're having a drink while stopping by Hwaeum. Perhaps that person called the death penalty is the great disciple of the white porcelain boat, and the rest are the powerful people of the white porcelain boat.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to drink so proudly in a place that other executioners might see.

'It's going to go back like a munpa.'

Cheongmyeong snorted slightly.

When he was the second disciple, he could not have dared to imagine that they were drinking with each other. In that case, I would have been locked up in the Confession-dong and had to swing my sword while looking at the wall for a week.

So Qingming hid and drank alcohol!

huh?

Huh. I didn't drink. Hey, how do you not eat it?

But fundamentally, I drank in secret! Not so openly!

Those who did not know what Cheong-myeong was thinking started clinking glasses and sharing drinks. As soon as the snacks are served and the table is filled, the atmosphere starts to heat up.

'Let's just eat and go.'

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, Cheong-myeong quickly made fun of the chopsticks. And the moment he poured a glass of Sohongju cleanly, words that could not be ignored entered his ear.

"A hundred thousand executions."

"Tell me. Priest."

"I've worked so hard, so I can get good results at the Hwajong branch, right?"

A person called Baekcheon folded his arms and nodded slowly.

"...Ummm."

"Is that so, the death penalty?"

"Priest. To be honest, I don't know. But there is one thing I do know."

"What is it?"

"Effort never betrays anyone."

Baekcheon's eyes shed a clear, concentrated light.

"We did our best. We got through the hard training, and we constantly beat ourselves up. Even if we don't win, isn't it true that we've made a lot of progress during that time?"

"Yes. Death penalty."

"Don't be hung up on winning or losing. We're in a long game. If we lose our eyes to the immediate game, we could lose the distant future."

“Ah… my thoughts were short.”

"But I also want to win."

Baek Cheon smiles softly. As a smile appeared on his handsome face, it felt like the surroundings were getting brighter. All the great disciples looked at him with eyes full of trust.

But there was also one with a rotten face behind it.

'Did you put oil on your mouth?'

Cheong-myeong gulped down So Hong-ju with a face that she was feeling very sick. Cheongmyeong is not physically fit for such a mouthful sound.

'I think this is something different from the death penalty.'

It was the same with the death penalty, but this is something a little different. It's not like I did anything wrong though... … .

"So, how good are we? Can we fight against the younger brother's disciples now?"

"Well."

Baekcheon opened his mouth with a sullen face.

"Jongnam is strong. Isn't it a real old file room?"

"Yes. That's right."

"In the past, we were also members of the old school, but to be honest, the difference between Jong-nam and us has grown beyond comparison."

Everyone's faces darkened at Baekcheon's words.

"But that's just a reputation."

Baekcheon's voice rises slightly as if to revitalize the atmosphere.

"Fame and skill aren't necessarily proportional. We lost in the last Hwajong branch, but the difference wasn't that big. During that time, didn't we focus on training while reducing sleep at night? Now it's enough with Jongnam We will be able to compete with each other.”

"Are you talking about that servant boy?"

"Where was Jongnam from the beginning? Where was the volcano from the beginning? There is nothing fixed. If we can work tirelessly, it will not be impossible for our generation to look beyond the Jongnam to the world."

A voice full of power and a determined look. It was definitely a look that attracted people's hearts.

It was a moment when everyone was about to look at Baekcheon with their moved eyes.

"Fuck!"

A low chuckle was heard from behind.

The heads of the six people sitting at the table turn to one side at once.

"Huh……."

Realizing that his gaze was focused on him, Chungmyeong covered his mouth with an awkward face.

'Huh, I didn't know.'

Hearing such an absurd sound, I burst out laughing.

Receiving everyone's attention, Cheongmyeong recalled a breakthrough as quickly as usual.

'Let's pass it naturally.'

And started coughing violently.

"Poo ㅤ heh tf! Whoop! Oh! Cough! Did you hear it? Pooh oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

“……”

Seeing the staring gaze at him, Cheongmyung frowned.

'Why aren't you deceived? Is the acting perfect?'

Coughing more violently... … .

"Miniature."

"Yes?"

One hundred thousand slowly rises from his seat. Then he opened his mouth, staring intently at Cheongmyeong.

"Who is So Soong-je? It looks like a face I've never seen in a chord. If it's not rude, may I ask for your family name and name?"

“……”

Do you think this is messed up?

right?

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