Return of Mount Hua Sect

If you lose to these bastards, you lose everything. (2)

Sima Seung looked at Hyeonjong, the long gate of the volcano, who sat across from him.

'It's Hyunjong.'

Hyeonjong was the one who somehow managed to grab hold of the decaying volcano and prevented it from collapsing. Jongnam's long writer evaluated Hyeonjong as a person who would have been a better writer than anyone if it had not been for these days.

'You're overrated.'

Hyeonjong is a person who has never shown his superiority even once. If he puts his family in front of him, there is no one who will not be appreciated. A person's greatness is judged not by his character, but by his achievements.

Sima Seung turned his head slightly and looked around.

To the left and right of King Hyeonjong, the ships of the wise men, including the Mugakju and Jaegyeonggakju, and the Unja ships, including Unam and Ungeom, are seated upright.

All the major figures of the volcano had gathered to welcome him. It's not the first time I've seen this scene... … .

'exactly.'

It feels a little different than before.

All of the people I had seen at the previous Jonghwa branch were engrossed in their lives and were somehow suppressed.

But now, there is no pressure to be found in them, and a subtle relaxation is felt again.

'I don't like it.'

The monk's eyes narrowed slightly.

It doesn't matter what the source of this confidence is. Whether it's money, ignorance, or just baseless bluffs, there's no way the volcano has had anything beyond its supremacy.

Sima was simply dissatisfied with the fact that the seniors of the volcano had confidence.

He said, "I don't know if you like tea."

When Hyeonjong hinted at something, Sima Seung lightly nodded his head.

"The scent is deep."

"I'm glad you like it."

The monk smiled brightly.

"It's true that the scent is strong, but I don't really enjoy the smell of plum blossoms in the first place."

Hyungwon's eyes widened slightly.

But he soon opened his mouth in a soft tone as if he had regained his composure.

"Is there any reason?"

“There are many scents in the forest. The smell of soil, the smell of trees, and even the smell of dew. "

Just like the volcanoes of the past.

"The world is a place where we live in harmony. That's why I prefer the subtle scent of green tea rather than the scent of plum blossoms that destroys harmony."

The sage ships kept their cool new colors, but the Unja ships could not hide their heated faces. It is no different from openly arguing for a long-time writer in a faction to criticize the difference in authority.

However, the wise ships took the Sama Monk's words a little differently.

'Does this mean that the volcanoes of the past, which sought dominance, refused to harmonize?'

If you dare say such a word at this moment, it must mean that Jong-nam has not forgotten the grudges of the past.

It is not something that one elder dares to say in front of the elders of one clan. However, no one here could point out the words of Sima.

As the monk said, courtesy depends on the will of the one who guards it. The moment you can't punish rudeness, politeness becomes just an illusion.

With a few words, Sima Seung, who brought the atmosphere to the way he wanted, opened his mouth with a smile.

"Jang Moon-in."

"Tell me."

"In Jongnam, we have no intention of continuing this event after this Jonghwa branch."

Hyunjong narrowed his brow.

"Can I ask why?"

"It's simple."

Sima Seung gently raised the corners of his lips.

"It's because the fight with volcanoes doesn't do anything to the development of the last man. Isn't the gap too wide already?"

Hyungwon closed his eyes slightly.

It is too disgraceful to see with the eyes and hear with the ears. Even the elders who sat on either side of him could not hide their anger.

'Interest is... … .'

Hyunyoung's beard trembled.

This is literally like dog shit. How could you say such a thing in front of a long doorman?

At that moment, Hyeonjong, who had closed his eyes, slowly opened his eyes.

"The Hwajong Branch is not just an event to share secrets. In the first place, the Hwajong Branch is for the friendship between the volcano and the descendants..."

"Isn't that a fake?"

Sima Seung cut off Hyeonjong's horse.

"this……."

Hyun-young is about to have a seizure, and Phenomenon presses on Hyun-young's knee. It means don't be arrogant.

Hyun-young, who looked at Hyun-sang and Jang Moon-in alternately, bit his lower lip.

'Aren't you going over the limit?'

Who doesn't know that Danggeum's volcano and Jongnam are incomparable sects? Even the followers of the volcano are keenly aware of this fact.

But even so, Hwasan is a clan that boasts history and tradition. Although not now, 100 years ago, the name was proudly listed in the old file room, and it was once aimed at the first checkpoint in the world.

Even if it's a long sentence from a third-class clan that isn't a volcano, it's not polite to say this in front of you. The sama who couldn't have known of that is now blatantly rude.

Sima-seung glanced at Hyun-young, and smiled mischievously.

Knowing the meaning of that smile, Hyunyoung had no choice but to hold on to his thighs.

Kang Ho is ruthless.

Those who do not have the strength have no choice but to endure.

After taking a look at the people who had gathered in the room, the monk continued speaking lowly.

"Jongnam and Hwasan have never had a good relationship. No, to be honest, wouldn't it be right to say that they are closer to enemies? People here will want to chew on me now."

“…that’s it.”

"If I do, is there anyone who has good feelings for me? No, does anyone have good feelings for my younger brother?"

No one answered.

It is not difficult to answer yes. But who knows it's a lie? They know it, and the Sima know it.

“There is nothing more useless than trying to reconnect a thread that has already been broken.”

The monk's voice was firm.

As if everything has already been decided, and this is just a notice.

When an elder from a clan makes an assertion like this, it means that the conversation with the elder has already ended. So, this is not the will of the Sama, but the will of the whole subordinate.

Furthermore, Jongnam is now officially saying that he will put the volcano under his feet. It is a declaration that they will no longer see the volcano as their competitor in the future.

It's disgraceful.

too humiliating.

When no one dared to open his mouth, Unam secretly broke his luck.

"Isn't it too sudden?"

“It should have been done right away.”

"Elder."

As Unam did not back down, Sima monk glanced at him as if looking down on him.

"If so, do you think that Hwasan has the qualifications as an opponent of the last man?"

Unam shut her mouth. I cannot answer this question.

The monk smiled softly and continued talking again.

"I think Jongnam has already done everything he has to do with the hospitality he has provided so far."

"It's hospitality. You're a bit harsh!"

As Unam raises his voice, Sima Seung laughs bitterly.

"What do you mean serious?"

“……”

"Jongnam has forgotten the grudges of the past and has been helping the volcano. In fact, isn't it unfair that the Jonghwa branch continued to be held at the volcano? Nevertheless, Jongnam didn't even provide a certain amount of money to the volcano whenever the Jonghwa branch was held. Still, Jongnam Jongnam Are you going to blame him?"

That's not it.

Unam grinded his teeth.

The reason why the Hwajong branch was only held at Hwasan was obvious.

It was to come and ridicule the dying volcano, and furthermore, to show all the Mundos of the volcano that Jong-nam triumphs with Bimu.

And the wealth that was handed over in the name of support was just food that made Hwasan unable to reject the Hwajong branch.

"Jang Moon-in."

The Sama Monk suppressed the other people's words and opened his mouth resolutely.

"If it's hard to understand, I'll try to understand. If you look at the results of this Jonghwa branch, you will be the first to say that you will never open a bellflower branch again in the volcano. If you don't want to ruin the children, please think carefully."

The monk got up from his seat. Then he strode forward as if he was about to leave the room, even though the cheering spirit had not gone down.

When everyone is bewildered and do not know what to do, Hyeonjong asks a question on the back of Sima Seung.

"Is the last man walking the path?"

Sima Seung stops his steps. Then he slowly turned his head to look at Hyunjong.

There was no expression on Hyeonjong's face, so he couldn't figure out what he meant.

"That's not for me to decide."

Eventually, the monk opened the door and went outside.

Anguish fills the faces of those left behind.

"How can you say that you can dance like that?"

Hyun-young can't hold back his anger and hits the tea table. Teak cracks and the car pours onto the floor. But no one thought of blaming Hyunyoung for that.

The fortune teller opened his mouth heavily.

“Every time the Hwajong branch is held, they have always been vicious, but this is the first time that it has been as severe as this.”

"That's right. That's over the line!"

"How can someone who is only an elder in the presence of a long writer!"

"Aren't you supposed to protest directly to the younger brother?"

Everyone could not stand their anger and added one word at a time.

But among them, only Hyeonjong shook his head with a slightly sad face.

"...Leave it alone."

"One long writer!"

"Words are sometimes vain. What do we mean by what we say?"

Unam bowed her head. Others also bowed their faces contorted in anger.

Hyunjong said.

"I can tolerate any amount of disgrace. Even if I spit in my face, I can smile casually. That's not what I'm worried about right now."

"……if?"

"I'm worried about the children."

"Ah……."

Unam's eyes trembled.

"Looking at what he said in person, the job of the Hwajong Branch will be extremely difficult. I can endure any injuries or insults, but what should I do with the pain my children will suffer?"

Hyeonjong's face is young with bitterness. As a long writer of a weak clan, the burden to bear is too heavy.

"Then even now..."

Unam stopped talking and bit his mouth.

What he originally wanted to say was, 'Why don't you stop the Hwajong branch even now?' But before he could even finish his words, he realized how devastating it was.

It is a disgrace even worse than death for Mu-in to give up on the match for fear of his opponent.

Moreover, aren't those who perform the secretarial work the same? If you surrender without fighting with your fellow men, the stigma will haunt you for the rest of your life.

"My sin is too great."

Hyeonjong lets out a deep sigh. Others, too, could not find any words to comfort Hyeonjong and just kept silent.

At that moment, Unsword, who had been quietly listening to the conversation, opened his mouth.

"Jang Moon-in. It's not something you think too much about."

Hyeonjong's eyes turned to Unsword.

"They will show a clear gap with Volcano Bimu this time and try to spread the saying that Volcano no longer deserves to be a prestigious school in Shaanxi. Isn't that the target of ?"

"I'm sure. But do you have any other tricks?"

"There's no such thing as a rebuke. Isn't it enough if you don't get hit by the secretariat?"

“……”

"Jang Moon-in."

Seeing Hyeonjong, who was at a loss for words at that ridiculous answer, Ungeom slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Trust the children. Maybe there is good news."

“……”

Unsword smiled as he looked at everyone's suspicious eyes.

'Now it's your turn to prove it. Cheongmyung-ah.'

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