Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 803

If he's handsome and unlucky, he's a real bastard. (3)

“The entrance is too narrow.”

“Hmm… … . Besides, there are too many obstacles.”

The eyes of the long writers turned to the river.

On the other side of the cliff, in front of the deep valley in the middle of the cliff, there were a lot of water ships.

'It's not as easy as I thought.'

That's why it's hard to deal with enemies.

If they are located in an open terrain like other sects, they can just wipe them out based on their overwhelming power of Shaolin and Shaman, Namgung and Cheongseong.

But in order to attack such a terrain, you have to take damage from the moment you enter.

'No, not from the entrance.'

It should be right from the start.

You will be able to enter the valley only after fighting with those ships.

'At a time like this, I'm even envious of the Sapas.'

Emperor Namgung sharpened his teeth.

When I looked at the topography of that valley, my stomach churned.

This is because of the civilians who may or may not be in here now, the available means are limited, but they are not. It is unknown what kind of special trap lurks in that narrow valley.

“We need to secure the top.”

"That's right. You don't know what they're going to do."

“… … It will not be easy.”

I don't even think about defeat. It's because there's too much power gathered to deal with one Black Dragon Chae.

But the most important thing now was not a simple victory.

You need to take as little damage as possible and set the ball higher than other factions. That's why their heads are so complicated.

'To set the ball, you have to be active. But if you do that, you will inevitably incur great damage.'

'If we bleed, they just like it.'

'What do you do?'

Among those who looked at each other, the legal world spoke first.

“Shaolin will take the lead.”

“It’s also Shaolin. Who in the world would doubt the wisdom of the Shaolin? But this time, please yield to our shaman.”

“Namgung also brought a boat.”

“The ship also brought Cheongseongdo.”

The four of them glanced at each other.

“Then first… … .”

“Uhhhhhhhh!”

“Who takes the lead… … .”

“Come on, get a drink!”

“… … You have to decide from that... … .”

"Hey! Take out all the alcohol you brought! I know you brought it!”

“… … .”

The sinews grew again on the face of Emperor Namgung, who had barely calmed down a little.

"this… … .”

“Calm down, Lord Namgung.”

“Never mind.”

“Okay… … .”

At the dissatisfaction of the other gatekeepers, Emperor Namgung opened his eyes with a vase and a face that he would turn away.

Needless to say, regardless of the troubles of this side, there was a very party going on in the back.

Volcano guys in black uniforms, bandits in green robes, and even bandits in blue robes are having a drink together.

“Coming out to the battlefield, drinking… … .”

Hyeoncheon-ja, who had been quite favorable to the volcano, frowned as if he did not understand this.

“Never mind! Any thoughts on those who hang out with the Sapas? You can't put them on the battlefield. Unless you want to get stabbed in the back.”

“Great.”

The three of them looked annoyed.

However, there was only one person, Heo Do-jin, who clicked his tongue when he saw that.

'Getting stupid.'

It's not something to be offended by having a drink.

The important thing is that they have prepared alcohol. In other words, some of them knew from the moment they came here that they would be unable to participate in the battle as the old and new generation would unite and push them back.

Isn't that something you can guess?

'No way.'

They are volcanoes.

He is the most powerful clerk in the midfield, which is in full swing. But at the same time, it has been 100 years since they were expelled from the old file room. In other words, it means that none of them have experienced the old file room or the five generations.

Those who have gone through a lot of old and five generations and understand their physiology can only guess to what extent, but the volcano, which has been pushed out of the realm for over a hundred years, is confidently preparing alcohol?

The most important thing to note here is that insight.

And the person who guessed it is probably… … .

Heo Do-jin-in's eyes turned to Cheong-myeong, who was drinking alcohol in the middle.

'You're a really unknown person.'

How the hell did you have such insight at such a young age? He also saw many geniuses in Kangho, but it was truly the first time he saw such a person.

'There are many talented people.'

Of course, the talent of the Volcano Divine Dragon is not comparable to that of others. However, what made Huh Do-jin more nervous than that talent was the leisure and insight that seemed to have been rolled over by a strong force for decades.

'Maybe I'll have to reconsider.'

Clearly, his judgment was not wrong. It is clear that Hwasan will struggle to close the gap with the shaman for a while in the future.

But… … What if time passes and they die, and that child becomes a volcanic palm? Will the shaman really be able to deal with the Qingming volcano?

'The more I think about it, the more afraid I am... … .'

“Kah ha ha ha! Long Moon! Let's get a drink! Wow, the scenery here is amazing!”

“… … I became a car.”

"no way! On a day like this, it's more alcohol than tea! Jagged! Jagged!”

“… … .”

Heo Do-jin's eyes twitched.

It's great, but... … .

It's really great, but... … .

Somehow, it was Heo Do-jin, who hated death more than he appreciated that bastard.

“… … Are you okay?”

“… … .”

“Is this really okay?”

In the meantime, I've seen too many of the monstrous things that man is doing.

Now, Imoogi suddenly jumps out from the backyard of the volcano and tries to ascend to heaven, but Cheongmyeong is caught and beaten.

But… … .

'Is this really okay?'

In front of them, the elites of the four factions are gathered.

Shaolin, Shaman, Cheongseong, Namgung.

Their names alone are enough to make Kangho tremble. Can't you imagine how amazing it is to have four of them, not just one?

By the way… … Right in the middle of it, the swordsman, the bandit, and the bandit gather together and have a drinking party.

'Even if it's not here, this sight is strange!'

A bigger problem was the expression on the faces of those sipping alcohol.

“… … I feel like I'm going to have a hole in my stomach."

“Can I eat this?”

“Cha, we’d rather fight.”

The volcano feels the pressure of the clans in front of the volcano road, but in fact, it was nothing compared to what the green forest and enemies felt.

The bandits of Nokchae lost their focus on their eyes with a completely blank face.

"Hahaha… … . a drink… … .”

rumble.

The hand of the one who lifts the glass is trembling like an aspen.

'I think I'm going to vomit.'

'Aren't they suddenly changing direction and attacking this way?'

'O mountain god. Save me!'

It's a natural reaction.

Somehow the situation came to be like this, but the old file rooms in front of me are enemies, not allies of the bandits. They are not the enemies of Heukryongchae now, but it is not strange if they are subjugated.

But instead of running away, he had to sit down in front of him and have a drink. It would have been more convenient to burn the oil and drink it.

But to be honest, they're still better.

“Hiccup!”

“… … .”

“Hiccup!”

'I would rather have a complexion than a body.'

The bandits glanced at the enemies with pitiful faces.

They are the most elite warriors in the green forest, and there is even a green forest king here.

However, those enemies were literally the numbers of one sink, and not so long ago, they were in a position where they were not being subjugated, but were being subjected to.

They were dragged away like slaves and had drinks in front of the places where their former colleagues were subjugated.

“… … So, why did you bring alcohol?”

"Hey, he's taking care of you... … What a great talent we have... … .”

do it

If it's black, it should be black. The person who makes it is the Volcano God Dragon.

The bandits who look like they're about to collapse from a heart attack, and the bandits who sit face to face in front of them and seriously contemplate whether to jump or not. They tell me to drink there, but I do drink it first, but the volcanic mundos keep an eye on them all the time, not knowing if this is really okay.

And even the four clans whose minds are turned upside down looking at them.

Everyone who was occupying the river was uncomfortable, upset, and grievous.

In the meantime, there was only one person who was so excited.

Knock-up!

Cheongmyeong handed over the drink and pulled the bottle out of his mouth.

“Kaaaaaaaa! big! It tastes good! unbelievable! It kills the scenery!”

Hyeonjong stared at such Cheongmyeong with a shaky gaze.

He understood. Everything Qingming does has its own calculations. It may be momentary embarrassment, but for once, it pays to follow along.

know. I know... … .

“Cheongmyung.”

“Yeah, long-timer.”

“… … Is it really okay to do this?”

The rhythm is wonderfully matched, but there was nothing I could do about it being anxious.

“They don’t get caught.”

“Even so… … .”

“If I’m gloomy behind my back, only those bastards feel better. You need to understand this long text so that you can survive in this tough political arena in the future.”

“… … What?"

“Politics is not about liking me! I'm telling you to turn your back on people who don't want to see you!"

Hyeonjong smiled warmly at Cheongmyeong's words.

'Ancestors.'

I'm having a hard time these days. Sometimes it takes more strength than before.

Please, what can I do with this guy... … .

"and."

"Yes?"

Cheongmyung slipped the alcohol on his lips with his sleeve and spoke in a slightly serious voice.

“Kids need to learn to watch from behind. Until now, whenever something happened, I had a habit of running away to solve it, but did you not forget what happened to the volcano while doing it?”

“… … Of course I didn't forget."

“Even if the volcano was about to collapse, they were just watching. But it's even weirder that I'm so anxious that I can't help but just watch this work. I want to pour oil on the river and set it on fire.”

Hyeonjong's face hardened the moment he heard those words.

“Well, even though Jang Moon-in is like this, if they are in a crisis, they will come forward. It's not like you're going to see it. But what about those cubs? When the volcano burned down and the disciples died horribly, did anyone help? I drank with my back and robbed the warehouse.”

Hyungwon clenched his fist.

'I… … .'

anger flared up.

In retrospect, those sects are the ones who did not help even when they saw the magicians attacked, set fire to the volcano, and slaughtered the disciples.

What Hwasan and the others are doing now is not cross-river paralysis, but what they did back then is truly cross-river paralysis. But isn't it inconvenient to just watch them wage a war?

'Are you saying it's worth buying a little bit, that I forgot all about it?'

Hyeonjong briefly brushes his teeth.

"alcohol!"

"Yes?"

“Bring me a drink! Let me have a drink, too!”

“Come on, long doorman!”

"hurry!"

Hyeon-yeong shuddered at Hyeon-jong's shout and went to get a drink. Seeing this, Qingming laughed.

“You understand.”

Hyunjong nodded his head with a hardened face.

“There are things to forget and there are things to not forget. I have no intention of returning the same thing, but... … .”

“That’s it.”