Return of Mount Hua Sect

If you lose to these bastards, you lose everything. (5)

The day of the Hwajong branch was bright.

Hyeonjong quietly looked at the second and third disciples in a row in front of him.

spleen

The fact that these children's faces were so stiff made Hyeonjong's heart ache. Even the children lined up in front of him now understand how much burden they carry when they go to the Hwajong branch.

My heart hurts.

I don't know when it has changed so much, but this burden was originally to be borne by elders, including long-time writers. However, from the moment the Hwajong branch was fixed, the task of proving the power of the clan and honoring it was passed on to the children.

Even if you say you are a great disciple, you are too young to bear that burden.

Not to mention the three great disciples.

Nevertheless, I am infinitely grateful to the children who came out without a word of complaint for the heavy burden, and I am even more sorry.

"Jang Moon-in."

Hyun-young noticed the parking lot, and Hyun-jong raised his head slightly.

He fell in love and left his children standing for too long.

Hyunjong ventilated the atmosphere with a low cough and opened his mouth with a soft voice.

"They're all nervous faces."

Hyeonjong looked at the children slowly and shook his head.

"It doesn't have to be so hard. Winning or losing doesn't matter. It's just a matter of using this Hwajong branch as your foundation."

Hyeonjong makes eye contact with everyone and speaks as if he were determined.

"No matter what the outcome, you are still the proud disciples of the volcano. You just need to remember that fact."

It was a crude word.

Words that did not inspire the morale of those who went out to perform the secret dance, and did not make the determination to carry the honor of the volcano on their backs.

However, those words softened the hearts of the disciples, who were tense with their heavy burdens.

Hyeonjong nodded his head as everyone's expressions softened a little.

"I'm not watching. Go."

With those words, Hyeonjong turned around and walked first. Hyunyoung quickly follows to the side.

"Aren't you going with me?"

"No matter how hard it is, those who compete and those who watch can't go together. They will have something to say to each other. Please let the children be alone."

"Yeah, long-timer."

When Hyeonyeong blinked, the elders of Hwasan and other Unja ships quickly followed Hyeonjong.

As the remaining second and third disciples were relaxing with low breaths, one person stepped forward.

hundred thousand.

He stood in front of everyone with a determined face.

"Today we fight the servant."

Baekcheon's gaze slowly turned to Cheongmyeong, then returned to his place.

"As the gatekeeper said, losing is not shameful. Being ashamed is not doing your best. When you fight, have pride in being the disciples of Hwasan."

"Yes! Death penalty!"

"let's go!"

With a hardened face, Baekcheon led the great disciples to the unarmed. A resolute determination can be seen on the faces of the great disciples who follow them. Even the face of Yoo Yi-seol, who was walking at the very end, showed a different wretchedness than usual.

"Hmmmm."

As the disciples of this generation became distant, Yoon-jong sneaked out in front of him.

Then the three great disciples warmly welcomed Yunjong.

"What. What do you want the ambassador to say?"

"Let's just do nothing, just do it all. You're going to scare me like this."

"Ha. I heard that real fighting is what drives people crazy."

These cubs... … .

"Please, treat me to only a hundred thousand and one half!"

"Okay, let's do it quickly. My leg hurts."

"If it's going to be like this, let's all say one word at a time. Execution of Jo-Gul. Go ahead and stand behind me. Save time."

"Wow."

Yoongi takes a deep breath.

'They were all good guys in the past.'

How did it come to be?

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

Despite the fact that a large event called the Hwajong Branch is in front of him, the figure of Cheong-myeong, drooping with a face of boredom and death, catches his eye.

"Cheongmyung-ah."

"Yes?"

"Do you have anything to say?"

Cheongmyung laughs bitterly.

“What a great thing you are doing.”

Qingming slowly turned his head to look at the unarmed place.

"I have to finish quickly and eat. Let's go."

Yoonjong unknowingly raised the corners of his lips.

"Come on, you bastard."

You don't know the other, but you can be sure of one.

He's usually a goofy bastard, but only in times like this he can't be reassured.

"let's go!"

Yoonjong took the lead and led everyone to the unarmed.

Following him, Cheongmyung quietly opened his eyes.

* * *

The Hwajong Branch is basically an event created for the exchange between Hwasan and Jongnam.

Of course, internally, there are different intentions for volcanic eruptions and jongnam for volcanic activity, but at least outwardly, the purpose is to exchange centered on Bimu.

Therefore, the Hwajong branch does not accept visitors separately.

Until now, only Hwasan and Jongnam Mundo had gathered to fight each other.

Of course, there is nothing special about this Hwajong branch.

That's what everyone thought until they arrived at the demilitarized zone.

murmur murmur.

“……”

Hyeonjong opened his eyes wide and looked at the theater.

After passing through the prose gate of the volcano, you will come to the great performance hall. Bimura requires a large space due to its nature. Therefore, the Hwajong branch was held here without exception.

Until now, all it had to do was line up the left and right students around this spacious dance hall, but today a rather strange scene unfolded.

“Hey, what are these people…?”

An unidentified crowd gathered around the theater where the Hwajong branch was held.

Even that's not all. Even at this moment, people are flocking to the prose.

What's even more bizarre is that they all have household items in the hands of those who are entering now. Each of them was carrying things like chairs and tables around the gym.

Hyeonjong was taken aback by the unexpected situation and lost his words for a moment. At that time, Unam approached with an urgent face.

"Jang Moon-in."

"What happened to all this?"

"Those who flocked to the prose gate demanded that they see the Hwajong branch with their own eyes and demanded that they enter. There were so many people that they could not block it blindly."

"Ugh."

Hyunjong let out a sigh.

"Did you call it from Jongnam?"

If so, the purpose is obvious.

It must have been that he was going to show them how the volcano was defeated by them.

I didn't know it when I first saw it, but seeing it again, the colors of the middle class are quite colorful. As he saw some faces that King Hyeonjong knew as well, it was likely that he had invited officials from Shaanxi.

Even those who knew them were local celebrities. And around them, you can even see people in official uniforms.

Considering the influence they have on Shaan-seo, the things they saw and heard at the Hwajong branch today will spread all over Shaan-seo in an instant.

'Bad!'

Hyeonjong, who got a little feverish at that peculiar thought, spoke in a slightly lowered voice than usual.

"Don't you know that you must not let strangers in without permission?"

"One, the long writer."

“How could you say that their intentions were obvious to them?”

"Well, that's not it..."

"Yes?"

At that moment, a low voice was heard in Hyeonjong's ears.

"Jang Moon-in. It seems like this hasn't been coordinated in advance, doesn't it?"

Hyunjong turned his head.

Sima Seung, the elder of the youngest son, was approaching him with a slightly bewildered face.

Hyeonjong paid attention to Sima Seung's 'embarrassment'.

'Are you saying that this wasn't something the maiden did?'

If the monk had called them, there is no reason to ask such a question with such a bewildered face. I must have walked leisurely again and stumbled.

Hyeonjong glanced back at Unam.

"What happened?"

"I tried to stop them for now, but the person who brought them..."

“Fold it, long storyteller.”

The gazes of Hyeonjong and Sima Seung returned to the place where the sound had been heard. A very familiar person was walking by with a smile.

"I'm not a Hwang Dae-in."

"The Hwang Dae-in?"

Hwang Moon-yak from the top of the galaxy was approaching them.

"It was exhilarating."

Hwang Dae-in quietly swoops. The two were greeted by Daein Hwang. But still, his face is full of doubts.

Dae-in Hwang, who released his hand, smiled brightly.

"I don't think there will be any excitement if there is no audience at the Hwajong branch, so I invited some people."

"Ummm."

Just as Hyeonjong frowned and was about to say something, Sima Seung hit the player.

"I don't think it's a bad idea. It's the last Jonghwa branch held in Hagi, so it's okay to be a festival in Shaanxi."

Still, he was a monk who gave strength to the word Jonghwa Branch.

Hyunjong let out a low sigh.

Since Hwang Dae-in invites a person and Jong-nam agrees to it, it is difficult for him to stand up and oppose it. Are you telling those who climbed this rugged volcano to just go back?

'It's not going to happen.'

Words accusing the volcanic vigor will circulate all over the island. Especially when considering their influence.

'It's difficult.'

It was very difficult to deal with them.

In the end, Hyeonjong had no choice but to let out a sigh and smile.

"You do. Please enjoy your arrival."

"Thanks for your understanding, Jang Mun-in. Well then."

Daein Hwang smiles and turns around. Moo Young-gae also smiled and headed to the audience seat being made with Dae-in Hwang.

Daein Hwang, who was walking in the front, lifted his head slightly and looked at his Cheongmyeong.

'Are you okay?'

Qingming quietly nodded his head.

Exchanging his eyes, Dae-in Hwang made an unknown expression.

'Sojang always surprises me. What are you going to do again this time?'

It was none other than Qingming who ordered Hwang Dae-in to gather all the people of Shaanxi. He secretly visited Sodanju in Hwaeum and spoke to Daein Hwang.

- First of all, bring all the people you want to be famous for.

'I did what I was told. I don't know what's next, Swordjang.'

Receiving Hwang Moon-yak's gaze, Cheong-myeong rolled up the corners of her mouth.

'The best way to eat a plate is to grow it!'

What's the point of fighting each other with a volcano in a place where no one is?

Even if it does produce results, no one will believe if Jong-nam shuts his mouth and the volcano erupts. Therefore, we must make sure that everyone sees the results of this Hwajong branch with their own two eyes.

"Then the preparations are over with this."

"Yes?"

"No, nothing."

Do you know what I told you?

How can a bird know the meaning of a stork... … . uh? Isn't this a bird and a stork?

anyway!

Long sentence death sentence! I roll my head like this, I! Undo what you said I was stupid before!

- The fine hair turned out really well.

"It's real! How much better would it be if I gave you a word of praise?"

Jo Geul frowned and looked back at Qingming.

“Why do you keep talking to yourself? Were you nervous?”

“……”

While Cheongmyeong sighed, the preparations were roughly finished.

The chairs were placed on the table, and the audience was seated at some distance from the theater. The servants who brought their household items line up behind them.

"It seems to be starting."

Someone's nervous voice was heard.

After a while, Unam walks quietly into the middle of the dance hall. Standing in the center of the dance hall, he looks around once, and then puts his hands together and wraps his arms around the audience.

Then he stretched out his chest and took a deep breath. A solemn and hoarse voice came out.

"Then let's start this year's flower arrangement from now on!"

The atmosphere heated up in an instant.

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