return of Mount Hua Sect MTL - chapter 324

Ch 324

Chapter 324: 324

Heo Do-jin took the center of the podium, where the long-standing writers of each faction gathered.

Although Bop Jeong is supposed to be here today, both Bop Jeong and Hyun Jong were not on the podium and were with Jafa’s students.

“Well.”

Heo Do-jin’s gaze at the non-stage subsided.

“Ha ha. Finally, it’s the final.”

“Aren’t they really great entries? It’s a good thing no matter who winsome thing.”

In a conversation around him, Heo Do-jin’s eyes narrowed to disapproval.

“A good thing?’

Funny sound.

No matter which of the two wins, nothing good will happen to the old file room.

If Shaolin’s Hye Yeon wins, Shaolin’s ruling system will be more solidified, and if Hwasan’s Chung-Myung wins, Gufa will suffer from the downstream beating.

This match will determine the next few decades.’

Most of the long writers of the old faction and Oh Dae-sega, who failed to reach the finals, tried to downplay the meaning of the match, saying, “It’s just a non-stage meeting for the latecomer.”

But Heo Do-jin couldn’t.

‘That can’t be true.’

Neither Hye Yeon of Shaolin nor Chung-Myung of Hwasan are ordinary reviewers.

Hye Yeon is regarded as a talent that will come out every few hundred years in Shaolin, and so is Chung-Myung.

To put it bluntly, it wouldn’t be long before those two grabbed a stronghold and shook it.

Therefore, this inscription will be an opportunity to determine the future direction of the entire Kang Ho, and at the same time, which of the future candidates is closer to the position.

How can we look at this meaning in a small way?

Heo Do-jin peeked around. He said peaceful things with his mouth, but the eyes of the writers who looked at the stage were sharp.

You mean you’ll decide where to line up as a result of this.

Heo Do-jin, who understood the meaning of the eyes, looked at Bop Jeong, who was sitting in front of the stage with subtlety.

‘You must be upset that things didn’t go as you thought, Mr.

The exclusion of the old file room and the complete victory of Shaolin.

Perhaps that’s what Hye Yeon prepared to do when she started this non-stage show. Of course, the exclusion of the old file room is a success. There were no students in the old file room except for Shaolin.

But what about a total victory?

It depends on the outcome of this inscription.’

If Hye Yeon wins, Bop Jeong’s plan is perfect. No, it will be more splendid than the original plan.

But what if I lose?

‘You’re not gonna be able to do what you didn’t create.’

If he loses to another old file room, he can save face.

However, if he loses to Hawasan, who was kicked out of the old file room, and gives him the championship, he will start to take responsibility for Shaolin.

As it has attracted all the topics, Shaolin should take full responsibility for it. If he loses this final, Shaolin will lose a lot of things with nothing to gain.

Maybe that’s why?

What doesn’t Bop Jeong look so bright?

Heo Do-jin’s eyes turned to the stage.

Chung-Myung과 Hye Yeon.

Two people were standing facing each other.

‘That’s funny.’

I don’t know who will represent the future power, but whoever it is will start with this dance competition when future generations discuss their achievements.

Those who lose here will inevitably be the villains who shine on their opponents.”That’s what history is all about.”

Then, which one of the two will take the fancy sunny side?

Heo Do-jin leaned back on the chair, feeling a little bit of pleasure.

The surroundings became silent.

At first, cheers poured out deafeningly, but as the confrontation between the two got longer, the sound gradually subsided.

And soon it became incredibly quiet to have so many of these people gathered.

In that silence, Chung-Myung looked silently at Hye Yeon.

Hye Yeon’s eyes were heavily sunk.

Sometimes the shyness seen on the stage is not found. His eyes were overflowing with determination to the point that he felt awkward.

“Are you looking at villains?’

I guess so.

From your point of view, of course.

Shaolin’s room, which is majestic in the world, reached out to the opponent himself. If so, it should be at least polite, let alone. The room master, whom he regarded as heaven, could not have been accepted because he was shamed by the three blue disciples.

What if Chung-Myung changed his position and saw the death penalty or Hyun Jong being criticized by the other three disciples?

That’s the day the gatehouse has to put down the signboard. Chung-Myung is going crazy like a dog with bubbles in his mouth.

So of course I understand Hye Yeon’s position.

Rather…….

I couldn’t do that.’

Even though he knew he had to, he tried to keep the will and cause of the death penalty. He could not stop putting the names of the world and the strong in front of him.

Therefore, Hye Yeon’s appearance now brings a strange feeling to Chung-Myung.

‘You are not wrong.’

If it weren’t for this position, I would have praised him for being excellent.

only

Chung-Myung’s eyes went beyond Hye Yeon to Bop Jeong, who sat behind the stage.

Hard face.

His face is uncharacteristically uncomfortable. Looking at the expression, I felt a little relieved.

Don’t look at me like that.

This is the one who needs to get really angry.

Then Hye Yeon opened her mouth first.

“The Lord has crossed the line.”

Chung-Myung shook his ears with a sour look.

“What are you saying?”

Then, he nodded lightly and spoke in a voice that was not emotionally involved.

“You crossed the line.”

“Shizu!”

The unchanging attitude of Chung-Myung ultimately made Hye Yeon’s face angry.

I tried to speak as well as I could, but this guy can’t communicate at all. I can’t think of him as a disciple of the Hwasanites, who once commanded the world with prestigious prosecutors.

“How can you be so light-hearted…….”

“Shut up, baby. You’re such a fool.”

“…….”

Hye Yeon opened her eyes wide.

Chung-Myung picked up a sword with a full waist.

“I don’t think I want to be admonished by someone who’s grown up with all kinds of cuteness in his smug talk.”

“Foolish……!”

“Where do you think what you’re talking about comes from?”

“…….”

Suspicion rose in Hye Yeon’s eyes.

Where?

What the hell does that mean?

Chung-Myung’s eyes looking at Hye Yeon were as cold as ever.

“If you weren’t a student of Shaolin, you wouldn’t be able to raise your head in front of me now.”

That’s why you can be condescending.

Because you’re a student of Shaolin.

The world’s most civilized group, Shaolin.

But you know what?

It is none other than Hwasan who has made the Shaolin stand tall.

I don’t know about myself.Whether the admonition is correct or rubbish, it doesn’t matter.

There’s only one thing for sure.

“You don’t deserve to lecture me.”

Under the name of the Gu File Room, people should not dare to speak in front of Chung-Myung. No, you shouldn’t dare snout in front of Hwasan.

“You don’t know.”

Don’t know

You’ll never know.

Why Chung-Myung is so angry.

Not a single place.

It would not have been this angry if only one of the literary factions had visited Hwasan first and showed respect in the Shaolin area, where both the Gu File Room and the Great Sega had gathered.

Only one place.

Just one place.

But such a place did not exist.

Chung-Myung’s eyes turned to the podium.

When I look down at the long writers of the Gupile Room, who are proudly looking at the bottom, my flesh is boiling from the inside.

It was only a hundred years ago.’

It’s too short a time to forget. At least those in that old file room wouldn’t know what sacrifices Hwasan made or what wrong they did.

But no one would even formally apologize to Hwasan, who returned.

Thorough disregard. And look away.

It was only after Hwasan’s good performance that he sent a gift as if nothing had happened and tried to bury the past.

That’s what really made Chung-Myung unbearable.

What did you die for?

What on earth did his death penalty make such a sacrifice above?

Did those dogs throw their lives away to make them feel comfortable?

Chung-Myung waited.

Throughout the arena.

For such a long time, forced to laugh, talk, shout.

So that anyone who’s gathered here knows that there’s Hwasan here, boisterously.

One was useless.

While the story of Hwasan was spreading like wildfire, they performed well, and recaptured past practical studies to prove themselves, they simply dismissed him as a resurgent former munpa.

No one else.

Nowhere else was trying to make the death of the HWASAN death penalty meaningful. None of them made Hwasan’s sacrifice worthwhile.

Just one word was enough.

Thanks to Hwasan, Kangho was able to come all the way here.

There is no need for great praise.

There is no need for a tearful township.

That’s all I need.

But they didn’t say a word. Everything looked down on Hwasan as if it had never existed, wiping its mouth and admiringly.

The dog-like situation made Chung-Myung unbearable.

That silence.

To shut up would have been a very small act for them. But the silence turned the death penalty’s noble death into dog death.

To the death of a dog…

“…Well, that’s enough.”

Whoosh!

Chung-Myung put the sword right into the rain stage. The solid blue stone cracked.

Everyone tilted their heads at the strange behavior.

What are you trying to do?’

And Chung-Myung’s actions were also simply out of common sense and expectations.

He took a step forward, leaving the sword he had put on the floor.

As if you were going to deal with Hye Yeon without a sword.

“…shiju?”

With Hye Yeon’s mysterious voice, Chung-Myung opened his mouth in a cold voice.

“I don’t want you to know anymore. The result will be the same anyway.”If you don’t intend to bow your head in good faith, I’ll force you to do so.

“It’s not too bad to knock down with force and force your head into the floor to make it fit. Of course, I don’t like long sentences, but I didn’t listen to him in the past anyway.”

Hye Yeon hardens her complexion.

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but it’s reckless to try to deal with a small monk without a sword.”

“Man Yong?”

Chung-Myung smirked.

“Take the sword. And properly…….”

It was that moment.

Chung-Myung’s body disappeared from the spot like a snap. Hye Yeon, who momentarily missed Chung-Myung’s track, freaked out and raised her senses as much as she could.

‘Found…!’

Chung-Myung’s track record was discovered. But Hye Yeon couldn’t be happy about it. It was because Chung-Myung was just around the corner before his senses could signal.

Chung-Myung’s fist is stuck in Hye Yeon’s jaw, which is reflexively stretched out.

Whoosh!

Hye Yeon, who was thrown off by an unexpected blow, rolled around the floor. It took several rolls to stop holding the end of the stage.

Hye Yeon gave a startling look. It was an absurd face.

Chung-Myung was just a cold jerk.

“Get up.”

Hye Yeon is a talent created by Shaolin with all her heart and soul.

In other words, it is the pride of Shaolin, and it represents the pride of that high-nosed old school.

So let’s start here.

“Get up.”

Hye Yeon’s stunned eyes and Chung-Myung’s chilly eyes met each other in Ho Gong.

Hana Hye Yeon wasn’t the only one Chung-Myung was watching.

Not only Bop Jeong, who was as embarrassed as Hye Yeon, but also Shaolin’s disciples, who were guarding the old monk, were in sight.

Chung-Myung chewed out.

“Wake up, I’ll crush that little pride.”

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