Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 82

who's raining? you are now lost (1)

"When walking in the main mountain, they were told to walk with your knees straight."

“I heard that even when I go to drink, I ask for permission to go.”

"Ah, Shiba. It's really small and dirty."

These great disciples really tormented them in every way.

Every time he practices, he not only points out even the smallest details, but also makes all sorts of accusations in his daily life.

Today, at the very least, the exterior of the Baekmaewan was dirty, so there was even an instruction to clean it so that there is not a single particle of dust.

"I'd rather padden!"

The jogger grinded it down.

He's used to bullying with his fists, but he couldn't get used to this kind of bullying.

"I never imagined that the private residences were such people."

"I respected you!"

"This isn't some kind of neighborhood scoundrel, is it okay to be like this?"

Yoongi sighed deeply.

'There's nothing wrong with that.'

There is no doubt that these great disciples are doing this to torment them. Because the malice and ridicule at the end of the words are so vivid.

However, that does not mean that their actions are wrong. In the first place, the demands of the two great disciples were all set by the norms of the volcano.

But why is that a problem?

'Because those norms were established at least two hundred years ago.'

Inherently outdated norms are being corrected according to the changes of the times.

But the volcanic norm did not.

Therefore, as a way of overcoming the gap so far, we have chosen to ignore norms that are out of date with tacit agreement.

However, the second-generation disciples came out with this norm and began to crack down on the third-generation disciples.

Leaving all of these aside, the biggest problem was that if you put it on your ear, it was an earring, if you put it on your nose, it was a nose ring.

"No, the disciples of the volcano must not let go of their swords, how does it mean that they must hold their swords when washing or doing laundry?"

“…when you eat, you say to hold it in your hand.”

"You hold onto it when you sleep!"

"If that's all, it's nonsense. How does the fact that the disciples of the volcano must always keep the teachings of their ancestors in mind means that they must memorize the history of the volcano!"

"...without knowing it."

"I know yeah!"

The three great disciples gritted their teeth.

Without you, my nerves were split in front of this strange absurdity of the clan. Every time the two great disciples approached and took a sneak peek, it felt like their lifespan was shortening.

"I can't even eat properly! I can't sleep well!"

"If you're bored, it's a gathering. Doesn't one person call everyone wrong and swear at them?"

"What the hell are you doing in Daemyungcheonji?"

"Metabolism! Do you have to do something?"

Yoongi sighed deeply.

"What are we going to do?"

"Isn't this a bit harsh? To be honest, it's obvious that you're going to bully me, but it's just enough to be harmed."

"That's right! I can tolerate everything else. But I can't stand it any more than disturbing your practice! Even though this is Mufa, you shouldn't interfere with your practice!"

The three great disciples had blood in their eyes.

In fact, during that time, the three great disciples and the second great disciples did not have anything to clash with. Second-generation disciples were busy with their own training, and teaching the third-generation disciples was the role of Baekmaegwan, so we got along like cows and chickens.

Still, it is true that the three great disciples have felt a certain admiration for the second generation. But the sense of betrayal is indescribable when they come out so frivolous.

Yoonjong slowly turned his head to look at the culprit behind all this.

Yoon-jong, who looked at Cheong-myeong, who was leaning on the chair, cautiously opened his mouth.

"Cheongmyung-ah."

"Yes?"

“…what should I do?”

"What?"

"The privates, the privates."

Yoongi sighed deeply.

Everyone just doesn't say it out loud, and no one doesn't know why this is happening.

Now, the second-generation disciples want to bow their heads to the three-generation disciples, especially Cheong-Myeong.

'Although it's way too boring.'

Yoon Jong understood their position.

In fact, this is not so much that the white porcelain pear is wrong, but rather that the name is wrong. To be precise, the problem is not in the act of clarity, but in its very existence.

Even if Yoonjong is a white porcelain boat, it would be difficult to tolerate having a goby like Cheongmyeong in the lower distribution.

So far, there have been no problems with the relationship with the great disciples or elders. This is because Qingming never crosses the line when dealing with them. No matter how deep he is, he clearly shows that he respects him as an adult on the outside.

But it is different for white porcelain boats.

Didn't Jong-Yun already see Cheong-Myeong treat a white porcelain boat?

"...isn't it obvious what you want over there?"

"Is it obvious?"

Yoongi sighed once more.

"I won't tell you to bend over your personality. Just give it a little bit of flair, and I'll figure it out somehow..."

"Biwiee?"

Yoonjong's eyes trembled slightly at the sound of Cheongmyeong's voice.

Oops, I chose the wrong word... … .

However, contrary to what Yoon Jong had expected, Chung Myung did not have seizures. Rather, he just looked at Yoonjong with the brightest eyes and spoke with supremely cheerfulness.

"The death penalty, the death penalty!"

"Yes?"

"I think I know of a better solution than that! With this, I can really solve it all!"

Seeing the face of Cheong-myeong who was excited and smiling brightly, even before I could even hear it, I felt a little anxious, but as a great ambassador, there was no way I could not help but ask.

"...in what way?"

"What, what? You're going to destroy all of those high school bastards!"

As soon as Qingming finished speaking, he left his seat and stood up. Yoon-jong, startled, exclaimed in amazement.

"Catch that! Catch that! If we don't catch it, we'll all die! Catch it!"

Perhaps he felt uneasy like Yoon Jong, the executioners who had been preparing in advance flew away all at once. While they stretched out while holding onto Cheong-myung's limbs, the jogger jumped up and crushed Cheong-myung's body to the floor.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Don't let go! Never let go!"

"Let it go! Aren't you going to let this go?"

The three great disciples, clinging to each other like a flock of dogs, desperately grabbed Qingmyeong and stretched out. In their desperate eyes, the will of the union was evident: 'I will never release this crazy dog outside the White House'.

"Cheongmyung! Calm down, Cheongmyung!"

"We're all smashed!"

"There's even a level of supremacy! If you beat the private practice, you'll be excommunicated!"

Qingming's eyes twinkled.

"Okay, I won't sell it! I'm not a fan! I'll just grind one porridge! Because I only hit one!"

"That's losing, you idiot! Hey! Hold it straight there!"

"No, what kind of bastard is so strong!"

"Shut up!"

Qingming wiggled and grinded his teeth.

"Those bastards are doing things they didn't even do a hundred years ago! It's just that I'm out of luck!"

Doga is basically a place to pursue naturalness. In other words, Doga is a place that is not bound by the norms and classes created by society.

In the past, when Confucius came to say hello to Lao-tzu, there is an anecdote that Lao-tzu was told not to do such things. Isn't it so famous?

However, the disciples of Taoism were doing things that Confucianism would not do.

"Calm down, Chung Myung-ah! If you lose the privates, you're in big trouble."

"All the balls I've set up so far could be blown away!"

"Stay still! Be still!"

"Let go! Don't let go? Don't do it!"

The three great disciples built a huge human tower made by hand and suppressed Qingming. However, every time Qingming wiggled, the huge tower wobbled.

Seeing the scene, Yoon-jong broke out in a cold sweat.

'No, does this make sense?'

Baekcheon is the strongest of the two great disciples.

Until Qingming came, the position of the No. 1 Hwasan Gijae was naturally occupied by hundreds of thousands, and everyone had no doubts about the fact that one day he would become the No.

Jo-Gul's talent is not inferior, but in the end, ignorance is something that takes time to build up. It was almost impossible for Jo Girl to catch up with Baek Cheon, who had already mastered the sword ten years earlier than Jo Girl.

Even if it is possible, it will be a story in decades.

Distribution is like that. No matter how talented you are, the amount of time you have accumulated is different, and the learning curve is different. Therefore, it was a difference in distribution that could not be easily overcome.

But now, what is the situation unfolding in front of Yoon-jong?

The youngest of the last celadon vessels to enter the volcano is babbling in vain that he will destroy the great white porcelain vessel.

'The real problem is that nobody here thinks it's impossible.'

Thinking rationally?

I do not know.

No matter how strong his clarity, it is unlikely that he will win against Baekcheon. Even if Qingmyeong had learned martial arts before she started walking, Baekcheon would have been holding the sword for a longer period of time than that.

Moreover, Baek Cheon is not a person lacking in talent.

It is impossible to overcome the difference of time with any difference in talent. A person who can do that is called a genius, but no matter how great a genius it is, it takes time to overcome the ten-year gap.

If you think rationally and really rationally, it is absolutely impossible for Qingming to defeat Baekcheon.

'But strangely, the problem is that it feels like Baek-cheon's privates will be beaten if they get stuck.'

In the first place, common sense and reason do not apply to this person in front of him. What's common sense about what this guy has done so far?

"Cheongmyung-ah."

Yoonjong sighed deeply and said.

"I know how you feel, but not now."

"Why?"

“The Hwajong branch is not far away.”

"Why?"

“…The death penalty of Baekcheon is the person who should be the representative of the great disciple Lee in the Hwajong branch. What will you do if such a person is beaten by you and you can’t participate in the Hwajong branch?”

"Ah. I really want to beat him like that. It's my specialty to beat painfully, but not hurt. Don't you know?"

"know."

I know very well. Because I've been hit countless times.

"But that's not enough. See Baek Cheon's death penalty by Sajil. Will you have any confidence left?"

“……”

"Let's be patient a little bit longer. It's better for us to be executed by a hundred thousand than to be ignored by the bastards."

Qingming frowned.

“I think it would be better to just blow it away.”

"If you see my face just this one time, go ahead. The Hwajong branch is that big of a deal. Please."

"Hmm."

Qingming turned his head. And he said in a slightly dull voice.

"Now get out of the way."

The executioners look at Yoon Jong. When Yoonjong nodded his head, he secretly let go of Cheongmyeong and slowly retreated to the side. Still, they kept their distance so that if Cheong-myeong jumps out, they can catch it again at any time.

"Then we just have to wait until the end of the firefighting branch, right?"

"...it doesn't mean you have to wait until then, but..."

"What's so blurry! For sure!"

Yoongi closed his eyes tightly. And I said with a feeling of putting out the fire first.

"Yeah! Only up to the Hwajong branch!"

"okay."

Qingming nodded his head softly.

“Still, there’s something that Daebong-hyung has struggled with so far, and I have to listen to that.”

“…thank you with tears in my eyes.”

"why are you crying?"

"No. No."

these are not tears It's sweat from the heart, you bastard.