Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 785

Life is inherently painful. (4)

“Your hands are playing, you bandits!”

The lion's hoot rang out loudly.

The same thing Hyeonjong saw was happening on the other side of the island.

If there's anything different... … The point was that there was a guy named Cheongmyeong here.

You may think that it is only a very small difference, but the difference in the results that that small difference made was enormous.

“Turn it off… … .”

“Cow, my hands are not strong.”

Some of those who were clinging to the boat and struggling came to Cheongmyeong, where they were standing on the shore.

"what?"

When Qingming opened his eyes, he flattened his body as if the bandits fell to the floor at once.

“Oh my gosh, Master! They all die!”

“More than 30 people drowned in the morning alone!”

“Everyone is very tired. It’s harder than you can imagine to hold onto a boat that is about to float in the water.”

Cheongmyeong tilted her head as if she did not understand the subsequent complaint.

"therefore?"

“… … Yes?"

"therefore?"

“… … .”

The language works, but the words don't. Basically, words have meaning only when they understand each other. Unfortunately, there were those who spoke, but no one who understood.

The bandits who tried to say, 'If possible, let's give up on this work' were, 'What are they talking about now?' And looking at the look on Cheong-Myeong's really puzzled expression, he changed his words quietly.

“Joe, you should take a break… … .”

"What? rest?"

“Hey, take a break… … .”

“Who is it?”

Sparks flew out of his two eyes.

“No, you were stuck in the mountains and played with new things, so did you leave your concepts running around in the mountains and come down? No matter where the limbs and limbs are, rest in broad daylight, rest!”

there… … Aren't people who usually hang out in the mountains and play new games called masters? If the volcanic master tells the bandits that they are playing fresh... … .

And we worked all night yesterday... … .

“Master, everyone is so tired… … .”

“Are you tired?”

Cheongmyung's head tilted slightly to the side displeasedly.

“Those who ride the mountain fast and well are tired of working that much? So this is what greenery looks like! why? Can I show you what it's like to be really tired on this occasion?"

“Well, it’s not… … .”

“Anyway, there are no guts, guts! So, I'm going to make a living by bandits! Come on, I'll take this opportunity to rip your brains apart and fix them! Can't you go back to work right now?"

“Hey hey!”

The elder, who had been watching Cheongmyung's eyes widen and kicking the bandits' buttocks, opened his mouth to Lim So-byeong.

"there… … The king of green forest.”

"Well?"

So-byeong Lim, who was sitting on the watchtower, enjoying the scenery, and drinking tea, looked at the Elder Elder as if why was he calling.

“… … Are you going to leave me like that?”

"Why?"

“I think it’s a bit harsh… … .”

“Oh, you just said that?”

Lim So-byeong, who elegantly set the teacup on the table, smiled.

“Isn’t there anything wrong with that?”

“… … .”

“Originally, the correct words are written inside. Now is the time to accept some bitterness in Japanese.”

Elder Elder Il, who was speechless, had a cold nose.

The fact that such a person is a volcanic god dragon is also a problem. It was certainly a great misfortune for Kang Ho to be such a volcanic god, who is said to be the number one last index in the world and who is said to have held the best position in the world.

However, from the green forest's point of view, it was more of a problem that this man was the green forest king.

'What will happen to Kang-ho?'

A horrendous situation was unfolding, where he, a sapa who lives by robbing bandits, was worried about Kang-ho's future.

At that moment, a group of people jumped out of a boat that was approaching quickly through the current.

“Dojaaaaa!”

"Well?"

As soon as they got off, they rushed towards Cheongmyeong, and shouts of joy echoed vigorously.

“White Lightning! All six white lightning cannons have been recovered!”

“Wow! It was really hard.”

“The bullies almost died. Even though Yongke lived all of them... … . No, it's not that important, and we've all arrived as directed anyway!"

"Five?"

Qingming's face softened and softened in an instant.

“Did you find them all?”

“Yes, dojo! great! really… … It was really, really hard. Since the chain is short, we also have to hold the chain and go into the water, so this is... … .”

“Yes, yes. It was hard.”

Cheongmyung smiled happily as he slurped the words that explained the troubles he had been through. Then suddenly I asked again.

“But how many doors?”

“Six doors.”

"Oh yeah?"

At that moment, Cheongmyeong, who flew away like lightning, flew to the bandit.

“Sweet Eek!”

The bandit ran out behind the pigs with a scream.

“You bastards, are my eyes a knothole? what? how many doors? six doors? I clearly watched the number of cannons loaded on the sunken ships while fighting! what? six doors? Six radishes?”

The bandit's body fell on the floor and trembled.

That bastard... … . I was counting it again in the midst of such a terrible fight.

“Oh, it seems like he can’t count because he’s an ignorant bandit? OK! I will teach you how to count from now on!”

Cheongmyung ran and climbed on top of the bandit and started waving his arms like a windmill.

"one! two! Five! tropical! Three, you bastard! Three as many as you hit! If the number you hit at the end is wrong, you get it right again from the beginning!”

“Aww! ah ah ah ah! Save me! stamp! Wrong! It was so hard that I made a mistake!”

"tiring? It's not hard, you bastard! Just die!”

The faces of the bandits and enemies gradually became cloudy.

In the first place, thieves can't move on to the strong.

It is not because they follow the laws of the strong, but because they do not follow the morals or laws of the world in the first place, so they cannot resist the oppression of the stronger by any means other than force.

What would you do?

Would you discuss morality with someone who puts power on the subject of bandits? Or would you go to the government office and file a report on the subject of numbers?

In that sense, Qingming is nothing less than a natural enemy of thieves.

Basically anyway... … It's a scam, it's just... … He has a justification for being a faction, and he is incredibly powerful. There is no choice but to drive such a guy with poison in his eyes.

“Just for sure!”

I took my eyes off the bandits scattered around the blue sky and looked around.

Everyone who made eye contact with him flinched and looked down.

“Wherever thieves are, they want you to be treated like a person! Gather them all and throw them into the river bed!”

The guy who works with the thieves is blaming the thief and has a temper.

“Don’t even think about eating until you collect all the white lightning guns!”

“Well then, what do we eat?”

“Catch a fish and eat it! There are only grilled meats!”

“… … .”

“Oh, and don’t even think about sleeping until you’re done!”

“… … .”

“Don’t straighten your back and work! Don't straighten your back! It's even harder if you take a break in the middle! I'm going to finish it tight and drive it to rest! I will definitely do it! If you always have that mindset, there is nothing a person can’t do!”

The nagging made my ears bleed.

'I want to go to the mountains.'

'I'd rather be insulted by Chae-joo.'

Unfortunately, this was an island.

The bandits have no way of escaping from the eyes of Cheongmyeong and Lim So-byeong, and the bandits are all wearing chainsaws on their legs. No matter how good you are at handicrafts, isn't it a dreamy story to say that you can run away from Qingming wearing this heavy chainsaw?

'Is anything else a slave? This is slavery.'

'Ugh. my seller... … .'

slave… … . No, the thieves' faces turned black and died.

In the first place, Qing Myung shows no mercy to ordinary people, but thieves and saffrons are people who do not understand why they should be treated as human beings.

Cheongmyeong himself, who is born to be steamed and eaten by thieves, lives so patiently (?) according to the teachings of the volcano, but on what grounds would he tolerate the fact that these insignificant thieves are thieves and live just like that?

“Anyway, these bastards need to be beaten more before they come to their senses!”

“Cheongmyung.”

"Why! this bird... … .”

uh?

Without trying to swear, Cheongmyung slowly turned around.

"what?"

Why is this face here?

He tilted his head and softened his expression a little awkwardly.

"Huh… … . When did you come, Jang Mun-in?”

“… … I just came.”

"Ah… … . If you come, please contact me first... … .”

nope would have been in touch

How would you have gotten here if you hadn't contacted me? … .

When Cheongmyeong slowly pulled his head to the side, he saw Baekcheon hiding behind Hyeonjong.

“… … I call that a private residence... … .”

“Great.”

Mumbling with clenched teeth, Cheongmyung changed his expression and smiled brightly at Hyeonjong.

“Moon-in Jang, did you have a hard time coming from a long way? come on fifty... … . Ah! iced coffee! Ears, ears! Ah! ear! Long ears! My ears are off!”

“Come here.”

“Dear! ear! Oh, let it go! Aww!”

Hyeonjong smiled brightly despite Cheongmyung's strictness, pulling his ears even further.

“I ordered to stop the civilians from being sold into slavery, but are you making your own bandits and bandits as slaves? Let's go and listen to what the hell is going on."

A tyrant is dragged along, leaving long footprints on the sandy beach. In the meantime, he stared at Baekcheon with his eyes full of original poison, but he simply turned his head and turned away from his gaze.

“Ahhh! White Cheers! Vibration fee oh oh oh! There is no point in bringing in an adult without being disrespectful... … . iced coffee! ear! Long Moon! ear! iced coffee… … It looks a bit ripped! No, really, evil!”

“Shut up and follow me! I want to sell my face!”

“Long sentences come and go!”

The thieves all looked like they had seen a ghost at the sight of the volcanic divine dragon being dragged around in trouble.

“… … Is the Volcano God Dragon being dragged away?”

“Is that because it also has an ear?”

Those who were here saw with their own eyes the sight of Cheongmyeong throwing away two of Daegyeongchae's chaeju at once, running on the water and cutting the ship with a sword.

Seeing such a terrifying human being dragged away screaming and being dragged away, it felt as if the soul was running out of absurdity.

“… … That's the long gate of the volcano... … .”

"Oh my gosh… … You are so strong that you can easily subdue such a monster.”

“Great.”

Baek Cheon coughed very little.

There seemed to be an unnecessary misunderstanding, but... … I didn't think there was any need to fix it.

“He won’t be able to come out for a while, so everyone, please rest for a while.”

“Go, thank you, Dojo!”

“Great… … . I can finally rest!”

“Long live the long storyteller! hurray!"

The thieves of Sapa, who should be at odds with the masters of the original faction, began to praise the long writers of the volcano.

If you don't understand the English language, it would be a historic scene where love and affairs were harmonized, but the inside was so salty and tearful.

“Then why did he come all the way here?”

"Well… … . Judging by it, it looks like you have brought a bunch of volcanic people.”

“Isn’t it possible that you predicted this situation in advance and came to occupy this street?”

"no way. no way… … . People aren’t even Cheonan.”

“No, no. If you think about it, that's right. No matter how volcanic Shinryong is, he is the third greatest disciple in the world, isn't it? It doesn’t make sense to make the decision to have the third disciple occupy a place like this and create a tribe alone.”

"Huh? Did you hear that?”

The thieves looked at each other's faces.

“Then the volcanic craftsman expected all these things… … .”

“Indeed, it is said that Taoists who are deep in the Tao can read the Heavenly Ki. It’s crazy.”

“… … Do I also believe in Taoism?”

“Primitive Heaven.”

“Infinite water payment!”

Baek Chen closed his eyes tightly.

'I'm sorry.'

I did not have the courage or courage to correct it.

What… … And in fact, no matter what your intentions are, the results are good... … .

“Primitive Heaven… … .”