return of Mount Hua Sect MTL - chapter 263

Ch 263

Chapter 263: 263

“……there are too many people.”

“I’m about to get motion sickness.”

Hwasan’s disciples looked around with tired faces.

Of course, the more people around him walk, the more he feels.

“Stop pretending you’re from the village and shut up!”

White porcelain boats poked out their mouths at Baek Cheon’s.

“You’re from the village, aren’t you?” Harmony is a countryside. What.”

“Harmony is like a city.”

“It wasn’t at all when I saw the optimism.”

“…You can’t compare it to an optimistic one.”

Baek Cheon shook his head.

But it wasn’t that he didn’t understand the priests’ reactions at all.

‘It’s gonna be amazing.’

Most white porcelain boats or celadon boats have been living in Hwasan since they were very young. Would there ever be a chance to see people swarming around?

“I thought of an orphaned temple because it was called Shaolin. This is…….”

Back Sang answered Jo-Gol with a bitter smile.

“It is the most famous temple in the world. How could it be quiet when the chrysanthemum money from the local hwarves alone is enough to claim to be the wealthiest gatekeeper in the world.”

“Well.”

“Famous gatekeepers make money by staying still. It means that the reason why the Moon faction wants to prove their strength is not necessarily ignorance.”

“That’s right.”

Hyun Jong, who was listening to Jo-Gol at the front, also nodded quietly.

It certainly is.

Wasan alone has been completely free from financial difficulties since winning the Zhonghua Branch.

How would Shaolin be if he did?

So we can have a contest this big.’

It is true that the number of people who can participate is limited, whether it is gold or silver, but how many people are called prestigious in the world?

Even if they fail, the number of people who come to participate in the competition will exceed 1,000.

Even if only local visitors or spectators take care of their accommodation and accommodation, it is not common to feed and put them to sleep.

Shaolin is doing everything he can’t dream of.

“I can see how great this competition is. Just seeing so many people climb up to Soongsan Mountain to see this one thing.”

“It hasn’t happened in a hundred years.”

“Even so, today is not the day for the Bimu event.”

“I don’t have anything to do, but coming here first means I’m going to go up in advance and see a good seat.”

“Well, indeed.”

Sure enough.

People who saw them climbing the mountain are whispering.

“Where is it? It would have been a famous door file if I had been invited.”

“I don’t know. Was there a gatekeeper who used plum blossoms as a symbol?”

“Apricot flower? That’s right. It’s Hwasan!”

“Hwasan?”

“You know what? It used to be popular.”

Baek Cheon’s face is slightly distorted.

How was it before?’

It’s still going well, you guys!

I wanted to say something, but it’s not good to have a fling with the spectators.

And fortunately, I heard some good sounds.

“I heard you’re in good spirits these days. Some say he won against the shaman.”

“Come on, don’t tell me.”

“It’s a rumor, a rumor. But there’s nothing wrong with Kang Ho’s rumors.”

“Isn’t it true that there’s nothing to believe as much as Kang Ho’s rumors?”

“He does, too.”

Baek Cheon rolled up the corners of his mouth slightly.

“But that’s enough. What kind of old file room would I be against? This time, it’ll be meaningful to participate.”They were secretly speaking quietly, but it sounded too clear to Hwasan’s disciples, who were raised in arms by Chung-Myung’s viciousness and thirst under the guise of training.

The angry white porcelain boats tried to turn their heads.

One, at that moment.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you going up?”

Chung-Myung, who was holding his back in the back, cut it in a seductive way.

And he smirked at the white porcelain boats that seemed to have something to say.

“Are you going to fight them and prove it?”

That was enough.

Evaluation depends on how you look anyway.

The fact that Hwasan is different from before can be proved through a non-military competition.

“Let’s hurry up a little.”

“Yes, a long writer.”

Hyun Jong hurried his steps.

The time was not short. There is still plenty of time to arrive. However, it is not a good thing for students to keep losing their eyes.

Rather than cracking down on them here for no reason, it seemed better to quickly arrive at Shaolin and unpack.

However, Hyun Jong’s choice resulted in undesirable results.

As he was climbing through the crowd with quick steps, he frowned at the top.

“Long-Written.”

“Well.”

Hyun Sang also talked in a slightly puzzled voice, as if he had seen the crowd in front of him.

It was because the most uncomfortable people to meet were seen climbing mountains.

“…It’s Jongnam.”

“Yes.”

Hyun Jong slowed down gently.

Jong-nam also participated in the competition and knew that he would be an inevitable opponent. But I also wanted to avoid meeting before the competition.

But things didn’t go as he thought they would, as they always do all the time.

Jong Nam’s student, who was at the back of the group, looked back briefly and found the Wasan group. Flinched, he quickly delivered the horse forward.

“I think you’ve recognized it.”

“Hm.”

Hyun Jong frowned.

Eventually, Jongnam’s disciples stopped at the same time.

‘It’s difficult.’

It is ridiculous and funny that the first Munpa who came to Shaolin was Jong-nam.

Of course, they’re uncomfortable, too, but they couldn’t help but say hello.

They must have thought so over there. A man walked out back through his disciples.

“I’m so happy to face you in the distance. How have you been, Jang Moon-in.”

The old man, who has a strong presence and white white hair, has been the first to take the initiative.

Hyun Jong struggled with his expression.

He knew only too well the interest at hand.

A person who has lived a very different life from Hyun Jong. The man who raised Jongnam, who was pressed by Hawasan all along, as a senior member of the Old Gate faction.

It was Jong Nigok, a long-time writer of Jongnam’s time.

“Long-Written.”

When Hyun Young slightly poked him in the ribs, flinched Hyun Jong noticed his mistake and quickly took the shot together.

“Nice to see you again, Jang Moon-in.”

And gave a nice smile to the person.

Isn’t it their position to laugh when they meet, no matter what?

“It’s been a decade.”

“Right, we’re so busy that we don’t have enough time to come and go.”

Jong Nigok grinned.

“As we can’t get close to each other, the relationship between Hwasan and Jongnam doesn’t seem as good as it used to be. Wouldn’t it be great if we could have more friendship through this opportunity?””You’re right.”

Hyun Jong looks at Jong Nigok with new eyes.

‘That’s weird.’

Although they are long writers, they have not seen each other often because of their different positions.

However, since they both represent Munpa, located in the island, there were some occasions to see, and Hyun Jong always felt like he was in a rage.

This is because his situation as a writer of Hawasan, who is losing his old glory, was so compared to that of Jong-nam, who is developing day by day.

When he returned from meeting him, Hyun Jong would drink secretly to soothe his bitter stomach.

But now, strangely enough, it’s just very relaxing.

Don’t you think that always relaxed Jong Nigok is looking at himself?

“But you seem to have changed a lot?”

“There’s a good thing about it now that I feel at ease. My my.”

Jong Nigok stares at Hyun Jong and bends his eyes.

“Ha ha. It’s a good thing. A good thing. Yes. I owe you a lot at the previous Jonghwa branch. I didn’t know Hwasan had advanced so much……. Congratulations again, Jang Moon-in.”

Hyun Jong smiles.

Congratulations on your development is what your superiors say to your subordinates. That means that Jong-nam still does not look up to Hwasan even after a painful defeat.

“I was just lucky.”

“Luck……. luck.”

Jong Nigok had a subtle smile.

“If luck repeats, that luck is also a skill. What do you think? Will you be able to do well in this competition?”

Hyun Jong looked at him like that and opened his mouth.

“Well, I don’t know.….”

And he looks at his disciples standing behind him.

Jongnam.

It’s a stone-like name for Hwasan’s disciples. In the past, Hwasan’s disciples used to be discouraged or angry whenever they saw Jongnam’s disciples.

But what about now?

They were now looking at Jongnam with calm eyes, not feeling well.

‘You’re saying they’re not people you can’t deal with anymore.’

His disciples think so, but he can’t be discouraged because he is a lengthy writer.

“I’m just trying my best.”

Jong Nigok’s lips twitch slightly as he looks at Hyun Jong who answers calmly.

“Ha ha. I heard that a seat would make people, so you changed a lot, too.” It’s nice to see a sense of confidence that can’t be compared to the past.”

Yoon-jong, who was listening to the two writers’ conversation a little far away, whispered.

“Chung-Myung아.”

“Huh?”

“Translate it.”

“The man who couldn’t even raise his head in front of me in the past has grown a lot.”

“…Hey, to Jang Moon-in.”

“You told me to interpret it.”

“Ugh.”

In Chung-Myung’s interpretation, the disciples stare at Jong Nigok in unison. But Hyun Jong, who received the insult before his eyes, was still calm.

“What can I be proud of? We just follow what our ancestors lead us to do.”

“Interpretation.”

“History tells us that the Wasan yard and the chump that has been sweeping for generations has been doing well.”

“…Even a long-literate person is not an ordinary person.”

The disciples look at Hyun Jong with new eyes.

Oh, my God, our writer was a man who could feed such a luxurious taffy.

Jong Nigok also opened his eyes slightly to see if he understood what Hyun Jong meant.

“Hwasan’s confidence is well founded. The defeat of the Zhonghua Branch was painful for our children, too. However, thanks to this, our arrogant children have been reborn as bone-cutting training. Haha. This time, it’s not going to be easy for Hwasan either.”It’s a great thing.”

Jong Nigok gave a deep smile.

“So it wouldn’t be too bad for Hwasan to have the same experience at least once.”

“Do we have to take such a good job? I’ll yield to Jongnam.”

Jong Nigok thought without a smile on his lips.

This guy.

I don’t lose a word.

It is unimaginable if it were in the past.

Having become no longer able to hide his displeasure, he hastily arranged the conversation.

“Let’s see, well. The writer is right. Isn’t Kang Ho a place that shows the results anyway? I wish you good luck in this Bimu competition, Hwasan.”

“I hope Jongnam gets good results, too.”

The two men had the right to fight each other.

Yoon-Jong asks again.

“Who won?”

“It’s as if our writer beat them to death.”

“As expected?”

A proud smile rises around Yoon-jong’s mouth.

He clearly engraved the image of Jong Nigok returning to his swinging position.

“Let’s go!”

“Yes!”

With a loud voice, all of Jongnam’s disciples who were staring this way turned away.

But only three people were still looking this way.

One is Jin Geum Ryong.

Jin Geum Ryong’s eyes were on Chung-Myung from the beginning.

Chung-Myung smirks under the eyes of mixed hostility and enthusiasm.

‘Arthur, you’ll be beaten to death.’

People should know the subject! The topic!

And the other was Isong Baek.

Isong Baek also looks at Chung-Myung, but the meaning seems to be quite different.

If Jin Geum Ryong was looking at Chung-Myung with a devouring eye, Isong Baek was giving something to look at in awe-inspiring.

Looking at those eyes full of admiration…….

‘Oh, it tickles.’

It was Chung-Myung who thought Jin Geum Ryong’s gaze would be better.

Anyway, these two are familiar faces.

The problem was the third look.

A middle-aged man with a pure impression is looking this way. However, it was not Chung-Myung, but Baek Cheon in front of Chung-Myung.

Chung-Myung, who sneaked to Baek Cheon’s side, asked the middle-aged man with his eyes fixed.

“Is that your father?”

“…Yes.”

“Nice to meet you, Dong-A.”

“…Don’t call me that.”

“Giggling.”

Chung-Myung tapped Baek Cheon on the shoulder.

“I can’t explain it with words or words. All I can show you is a sword. Isn’t that so?”

“Of course.”

A calm answer came back. Chung-Myung peeked back at Baek Cheon.

There is no sign of agitation in the expression.

You’ve grown up a lot.

It’s not Baek Cheon who couldn’t control his emotions in front of Jin Geum Ryong before. As much as the sword grew, so did the man.

Feeling proud, Chung-Myung nods his head.

As Jong-nam moved away at a quick pace, Baek Cheon looked back at his students and opened his mouth.

“I saw it.”

“Yes, death penalty.”

“They still seem to be easy on us. What should I do to those who are beaten and unable to come to their senses?”

“You have to beat him until he gets his act together.

“Yeah, that’s it.”

Baek Cheon smiled.

I’m sorry, but you’re no longer our opponents.’

The same is true of Jin Geum Ryong, the older brother.

“Let’s go.”

“Yes.”

His disciples, who began climbing the mountain again, soon reached Shaolin’s prose.

In front of the huge Pyeonaek, which reads “Daesorimsa Temple,” they stepped into Shaolim’s prose with determined faces.Now it’s time to prove them.

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