Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 92

If you lose to these bastards, you lose everything. (1)

The disciples of the volcano, who were running as if they were running out of breath at any moment, abruptly stopped on the spot. But, unfortunately, it was the point at which he had reached the level of his descendants.

Next to the three generations of disciples who were struggling to breathe, Qingming tilted his head as he looked at Sima Seung.

"Yes?"

It's a face that doesn't know anything. Seeing that face, the monk saw aging in his eyes.

“I mean, what did you do now?”

"Oh, that's it."

But instead of answering, Cheong-myeong kicked Jo-Gul's shin, who was stumbling next to him.

"Ouch!"

"Aren't you going to run straight?"

"I'm the death penalty, man!"

"Oh, I forgot for a second."

Qingming scratched his head and grinned as he looked at Sima Seung.

"I think you heard it. Embarrassingly."

“……”

The monk glared at Cheongmyeong with eyes that seemed to kill him.

It wasn't the Sama who didn't know who the words were addressed to. There is no reason to cover your eyes and be deceived by Aung.

"this……."

At that moment, someone gently tugged on Sima Monk's sleeve. At this, he stopped while trying to talk, and he glanced back.

Jin Geumryong whispered softly.

"Elder. There is nothing good about working with a child."

"Ummm."

Sima Seung sighed and nodded his head.

No matter how angry he was, he was the elder of the last son. The difference in status is too big to be able to talk to a child like that. If even a rumor spread that the third disciple of Hwasan and the elder Jongnam had an argument, there would be no such disgrace.

Jin Geum-ryong takes a step forward as if to scratch Sima Seung's itchy spot.

"Who is the sojourner?"

"Me? Do you know when you hear it?"

“……”

Jin Geum-ryong looked at Cheongmyeong with blank eyes.

He had never met anyone who questioned his words in this way before. Beyond feeling bad, I feel like I'm opening my eyes.

Heh, Jin Geum-ryong, who had laughed, smiled softly again and said softly.

"Maybe I might know? So why don't you tell me?"

"There is nothing difficult. My name is Cheongmyeong."

"Cheongmyung?"

Jin Geum-ryong's face, which had been soft all the time, suddenly hardened.

It's a familiar name.

Wasn't it clearly said that the name of the disciple of Hwasan who disgraced Jongnam in the upper part of the galaxy was Qingmyeong?

Jin Geum-ryong narrowed his eyes and looked at Qingming.

'You're younger than I thought.'

It's ridiculous to watch

Thanks to Qingming's cure for Daein Hwang at the upper galaxy, the upper galaxy almost cut off deals with Jongnam and made a deal with the volcano.

It was a shame that Jongnam didn't want to even say that he had been taken away by the volcano, which had ruined the deal with the top teenager in Shaanxi.

Thanks to this, the elders were angry and the elders were not overturned? But the person who gave that shame is such a young child that the blood on his head has not yet dried up.

"That's right. It's a Qingmyeong Dojang. But it seems to me that the Qingmyeong Dojang did not learn honorable manners."

Although it was an outright rebuke of his attitude, Qingming picked his ears a couple of times and then blew through his mouth.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t hear you very well. Could you come closer and speak out loud?”

“…what did you do now?”

"Are you deaf? Come and talk to me. Can't you hear me?"

Jin Geum-ryong's face hardened.

'What the hell does this guy believe in?'

If it was true that the saying that he bled and flew in a single blow in the secret dance of Lee Dong-guk, his inaction would not be high at all. What do you believe and dare to speak nonsense in front of him with his neck stiff?

Unless the liver comes out of the stomach.

It makes me want to pull out my sword and cut this arrogant bastard right in front of me.

However, this is a volcano, not a species. You can't grow your business arbitrarily. That's not Jin's role.

Jin Geum-ryong sharpened his teeth slightly and spoke softly.

"Aren't you the third great disciple of Hwasan?"

"Is that right?"

"The volcano and the sect have shared their share from the past. Then, I am a close friend of yours, wouldn't it be better for you to come closer than to come and go to the person who is your close friend? As long as you know even a little bit of manners. ."

"Oh yeah?"

Cheongmyung chuckles.

"Then, why don't you say that to the elder of Jong-nam? I think it is more polite to say that I come to Sasuk rather than the elder of Jong-nam who asks our elder brother to come and go, isn't it?"

Oops, Jin Geum-ryong hurriedly bit his mouth.

He was obviously trying to rebuke Qingming, but he ended up pointing out Sima Seng's fault.

'I made this mistake.'

No, it's not a mistake.

That little guy led the conversation to flow like this. Let Jin Geum-ryong fall on his own without saying anything with my mouth.

"this……."

Sima Seung, who was watching the situation then, opened his mouth.

"Young man's mouth is not normal."

"Elder."

"Get away."

Jin Geumryong, who bit his lip tightly, stared at his Qingming once, and then backed away without saying a word.

Sima Seung raised the corners of his lips.

“Your heart is so proud of Jang Moon-in, I will not hold you accountable this time.”

"Yes, thank you."

"But it's good to remember one thing. Your rudeness and mine cannot be the same. Do you know why?"

"……well?"

"That's power."

The monk speaks in a low voice.

"Rudeness only becomes rude when someone points it out. If no one points it out, it just passes. And the right to make a point comes from power. Your rudeness without power is rudeness, but my rudeness with power. is not rude."

Qingming frowned.

"I think you should learn to speak a little easier before being polite."

"...it's just crazy."

Sima Seung turned his body and bowed his head slightly towards the phenomenon.

“I apologize for my previous rudeness.”

"Oh, no. Elder, why are you like this?"

"That kid pointed out my manners, isn't it rude now? So I have to apologize."

The phenomenon does not know what to do.

A situation in which the person who committed the mistake apologizes, and the person receiving the apology is more uncomfortable.

Sima Seung, who smiled as he saw that, looked back at Cheongmyeong and said,

"Young courage is easy to forgive. But one day it will strike you in the neck. Remember my words."

At the end of those words, the monk turned around.

"Go away."

"Yes, Elder."

Guided by the phenomenon, he led his disciples and began to walk again.

Meanwhile, Lee Song-baek bowed his head slightly toward Cheong-myeong.

When Qingming greets him with a short nod, he smiles faintly and then walks away.

As Jong-Nam's disciples moved away, Jo Gul opened his mouth with a pale face.

"Are you crazy? What the hell are you trying to do?"

"what?"

"That person is the elder of the last son! He is the son-in-law! The descendant!"

"Hey!"

Cheongmyung kicked Jo-Geul's shin again. That's where it was before. The jogger grabs her shin and rolls over the floor.

"Aaaah!"

"You mean the disciple of the volcano, huh? What kind of bullshit is telling you to be patient when insulting a long writer?"

"Are you going to endure it because we like it?"

Yoonjong stepped out with a hardened face.

"I get angry, but the author is right. A person without strength has no right to point out the disrespect of others."

"Who said no power?"

"……Yes?"

Qingming turned his head and looked at Jongnam's disciples who were moving away.

'These bastards dare.'

It's annoying that thieves walked into the volcano on their own feet, but you dare insult a long writer?

No matter how much Qingming says that the current long writer cannot become a real long writer, Hyeonjong is the representative of Hwasan. So, the fact that Cheong-myeong is a person to protect does not change.

To insult a long writer means to insult the volcano.

Cheongmyung's eyes began to blaze.

"I was trying to do something good and good. These bastards overturn the grass and start over.

“…No, calm down…”

"Cheongmyeong-ah. Please, please. Let's think first and then move."

The three great disciples were frightened and captured Qingming. They know best that this guy doesn't know what to do once his eyes turn.

At that moment, Qingming shook his head.

"Did you see the executioners well?"

"……What?"

"What these bastards are doing. Even if you ignore the volcano, there is an oily fountain. Are the executioners going to endure that?"

“…No, we don’t want to bear it either. But what, how….”

"Listen up, executioners."

Naturalization burns in the eyes of Cheng Ming.

“If you lose to those bastards, you lose everything.”

“……”

The faces of the three great disciples, including Jong-Yun Yoon, were all rotten at once.

Qingming's eyes gleamed with anger.

"You can lose everything else. No matter where you go and get beaten, they will do the same. But only to the last man, you can't lose or even die! The person who makes you see the way I can't see you should be really prepared. The person who makes others see tears of blood will shed tears of blood as well. The day is coming!"

That's not what you use when you say that, nigga!

It's the other way around!

You're bringing tears to our eyes right now.

"Why no answer?"

Cheongmyung licks her lips with eyes that sparkle with madness. Just looking at him makes his spine cool.

"Ah, no. We want to do that too. But we..."

"What? Yourself?"

Cheongmyung approaches his three generations of disciples with his sparkling eyes fluttering.

"Are you sure you can't win?"

“Well, rather than…”

"Are you sure you're confident?"

“……”

"Let's lose once. Wherever we go. All right, yes. We'll all win together. You die too. I die."

“……”

Hwajong branch.

An event to deepen friendship between the volcano and the last man.

However, the conflagration was now stained with blood in front of one man's anger.

"That little guy..."

Jongseohan looked back slowly. Jin Geum-ryong asked quietly as he walked over to him.

"Are you concerned?"

Then, Jongseohan whispered softly, inaudible to Phenomenon's ears.

"It's because it's ridiculous rather than concerned. I don't know where the subject is."

"Leave it alone."

Jin Geum-ryong said in a hard voice.

"It is the privilege of the weak to run wild without knowing the subject. Only a foal who does not know how to rise above the sky can become a ferocious foal."

“It is, but…”

"I have no regrets. Since I acted so arrogantly, of course, I will come to the Hwajong branch. There will be opportunities to punish that guy in the future."

"I'd like to see if I can talk like that with a ripped snout."

Jin Geum-ryong smiled brightly.

“It’s not something Jeong Pa-in would say.”

"It was over there that quarreled first."

"Yeah. That's right."

To be precise, this was the one who was arguing, but Jin Geum-ryong did not bother to point out that fact.

"No worries."

At that time, the sama who sent the phenomenon forward first spoke lowly.

"At the end of the day, a warrior speaks with a sword. No matter how much he tries to flutter with his snout, nothing changes."

"Yes, elder."

"Strength isn't everything. But it's also a place where you can't do anything without power. You should not forget this fact."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Sima Seung narrowed his eyes.

"This Jonghwa branch will be very interesting. Seeing them come out so arrogantly, they will have some beliefs too. Thoroughly trample that corner of belief. Do you understand?"

"Yes! Elder."

Sima Seung smiled and nodded his head.

'He's a very funny guy.'

Still, it has some unique features. Even the elders of the volcano can't open their mouths recklessly because of fear, but that young man comes forward without fear... … .

The monk stopped on the spot, drew a stroke, and looked back.

The disciples following him are startled and stop all at once.

"Elder?"

"Why?"

Sima Seung, who was staring at him with fearful eyes behind him, soon relaxed his expression and shook his head.

"No, no. Nothing."

Then he lightly waved his hand and turned around again.

But his face hardened seriously.

Qingming clearly pointed out Sima's fault. It means that he was rude to the long-distance man.

'Then you mean you heard me on the street?'

On a street where even the monks did not understand the existence of Qingming?

'No.'