return of Mount Hua Sect MTL - chapter 357
Ch 357
Chapter 357: 357
Papapapapapak!
Firecrackers in front of the big gate exploded one after another.
A large signboard was seen through the white smoke rising. The word “Hwaeyeongmun” was engraved in a brave handwriting.
“Oh…….”
Wirip San looked at the signboard with thrilled eyes.
In the first place, he tried to change the name of Hwagyeongmun to mean that he would start everything anew. Because I thought it was right to put the new alcohol in the new unit.
It’s a name that suits the Wasan faction, who’s going to shake it off to the world again from now.
“Do you like it?”
“…the elder.”
When Hyun Young, who was next to him, hinted, Wirip San bowed slightly to express his gratitude.
“I’m glad. I’m so happy. But I don’t know if it’s okay. The name of Hwagyeongmun is too shabby to be the center of the new Hwasan genus…….”
“What a funny thing to say.”
“What?”
Hyun Young said with a grin.
“Hwasan means a lot to Hwasan, but Hwasan also means a lot to Hwasan. No, I’d say it’s a place I’m most grateful.”
“…….”
“What part of the shorthand do you think is most important in this mountain?”
“……payments?”
“…….”
Hyun Young closed his mouth briefly with a slightly embarrassed look.
I had to say no, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
“He, he is. That’s important, too.”
In this regard, Hyun Young was overly honest.
“But that’s not all. What we really want is trust.”
“…Did you say trust?”
“That’s right.”
Hyun Young nodded quietly.
“In fact, the relationship between the shorthand and the mainland seems very deep, but it is very shallow. How can a relationship be so deep by sharing and learning martial arts.”
“…….”
“That’s why trust is important. The main family tries to do something for the inner family, and the inner family also believes and follows the inner family. Hwayeongmun proved its trust better than any other clique in the world. Who can claim to be the center of the Wasan family if it’s not Hwagyeongmun?”
“…the elder.”
Wirip San looked at Hyun Young with a look that couldn’t hide his emotion.
“That guy.”
However, it was Hyun Young who wanted to express his gratitude.
“So that’s the kind of worry I’m going to have. The important thing is to successfully settle Hwagyeongmun in the West Bank.”
“Yes!”
“In order to do that, we must first bring as many of our disciples as we can!”
“Don’t worry! I’ve been running Hwagyeongmun for decades! I’m confident in receiving and raising students! Leave it to me!”
Wirip San shouted with a face full of confidence.
“…….”
“…….”
Baek Cheon looked around with a sullen face.
The table was full of food for those who would like to visit. There was also a pile of alcohol prepared just in case.
Chop chop chop chop.
“…….”
Chop chop chop chop.
But what’s really unfortunate is that Chung-Myung is the only one who eats the prepared food, not those who came to the West Bank, or those who came to see it, or visited it for introduction.
“Sasook, there’s a fly flying.”
“……go after me.”
“Yes.”
The disciples stood beside the feast table and were busy chasing flies flying.
“No, but it is. How can no one be here?”
Baek Cheon looked around with a bewildering look on his face.
There is no way that others could not have seen such a new angle of war.
Besides, didn’t the people of the West Bank immediately recognize that they were Hwasan’s disciples?If the disciples come down from Hawsan’s main mountain and open a new door, it’s natural to snoop around out of curiosity.
But how can not a single person come in like they planned this?
“Even if there is a new rice cake restaurant in the neighborhood, there will be more people coming than this.”
“I know.”
Hawasan’s disciples all looked around with blank faces.
It’s not that it’s not, but even those passing by didn’t look at it.
“Elders!”
“Well.”
Hyun Young scratched his cheek in his seat.
“I expected it, but it’s more than I thought.”
“What?”
“Of course, Jong-nam did pay his respects, but……the shorthanders would still remain in the West Bank and exert their influence.”
“What if it’s influence?”
Chung-Myung, who drank like a log, put down the bottle and wiped it off his mouth with his sleeve.
“To put it simply, Jongnam’s inner family clan will be ten in the West Bank alone, and Jongnam’s disciples will surely be in the family of the aristocrats who occupy one place in the West Bank.”
“……Ah.”
“It’s bound to be tied up with the government department.”
Only then did Baek Cheon realize the seriousness of the situation.
“So this city of the West Bank itself is a great servant house, Munpa?”
“That’s right.”
Baek Cheon muttered with a puzzled face.
“Why didn’t I know that? Even though I was in Jongnam for a short time.”
“The disciples who are stuck in the mountains and learn nothing don’t have to know the situation. It’s the superiors who make and use the situation.”
“Oh…….”
Chung-Myung said with a smirk.
“Now do you understand what I mean? It doesn’t mean anything just getting stronger. This is what makes Munpa’s power influential.”
Everyone nodded as if they understood.
It’s like a chord.’
The chords now are all related to Hwasan.
The juju or customer who makes money in harmony, several stores have Hwasan’s capital, and the people of the chord feel and act as if they belong to Hwasan.
What if there’s another gatekeeper coming in there?
‘No one’s going to be around.’
It’s open-bunta, it’s open with the permission of Hwasan, so you won’t be ostracized, but what if Jong-nam’s shorthand comes into the harmony?
I’m glad it doesn’t even add salt.
“The West Bank is like the harmony of Hwasan for Jongnam.”
“Yes, I’ve been sealed, so I’ve got a gap. If Jong-nam hadn’t been there, no matter how strong Hwasan became, he wouldn’t have been able to squeeze in as easily as he is now. For Jongnam, West Bank is a place where he worked for hundreds of years.”
In particular, during the last hundred years of Hawasan’s loss of power, he must have invested a lot of money and focused on winning public sentiment.
Having strengthened its influence on the West Bank, it would have been possible to declare a memorial service. It would have been calculated in a short time that I would never lose this influence.
‘Well, I don’t mean to let you do that.’
Chung-Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth.
“But if you’re right, doesn’t this mean it’s going to continue?”
“Tsk.”
Chung-Myung looked at the other disciples with a frown.
“They’ve been full lately, haven’t they?”
“Huh?”
“Did you think it’d work out for you if you just had the right amount of work to do you think it would work out? The world seems to be a pushover just because you’ve been on a roll lately, right?”
“That’s definitely not the case.”
Chung-Myung nodded at Baek Cheon’s denial.
“Right, Dong-A shouldn’t do that. You’re being cheeky.””…Yes.”
Then, he chewed on the chicken leg and looked out.
“It’s seriously unnatural.”
“I see.”
Hyun Young nodded in sympathy.
“It’s not that you’re not interested. People in the West Bank have ears, so they can’t help but know how Hwasan is doing. Nevertheless, to turn a blind eye like that is to consciously stay away from this place.”
“Consciously?”
“Yes, for example…….”
Hyun Young showed a slightly sulky smile.
“I don’t know if you’really.”
It was then.
“Ha ha ha. Only flies.”
“I know.”
A strange voice came from the entrance. All eyes were on that side in unison.
“Oh?”
“Are you a guest?”
A group of people were coming through the entrance.
The disciples of Hwagyeongmun ran reflexively toward them.
“Welcome! Welcome to Hwayeongmun…….”
Chin!
But the vibrant voice was interrupted by a threatening flying hand.
“Oh!”
The hand that stopped right in front of your face.
No matter how hard I looked at it, it wasn’t a gesture of friendship.
“We are not guests, so there is nothing useless to do.”
The eldest man with a sharp impression at the front said with a cold face.
“Where is the gatekeeper?”
“What?”
“……only idiots. Aren’t you looking for a gatekeeper?”
In a rude, loud voice, Hwasan’s disciples rose to their feet.
“Hush.”
But Chung-Myung, who would normally have been the most furious, dissuaded them.
“Watch, watch.”
“…….”
“I think it’s going to be fun.”
The corners of Chung-Myung’s mouth went up.
Meanwhile, Wirip San ran to greet them without delay.
“This is Wirip San, the gatekeeper of Hwagyeong Gate. But if you’re not here as a guest, why don’t you tell them who you are?”
Wirip San stretched his shoulders and spoke proudly.
There was a gap in the eyes of his disciples.
“Oh?”
Did the Lord Hwagyeong have that side?’
Especially, Baek Cheon felt that way about him.
Come to think of it, when they first met, Hwayoung Mun-ju was ill in bed. And since then, we’ve met again after Hwasan helped us with Hwagyeongmun. Naturally, the attitude of Hwagyeongmunism had to be lowered.
The Hwasanism’s attitude toward others other than the people of Hwasan seemed so proud that it was not lacking as a civil servant of one clan.
One…….
“Wirip San? You don’t even have Myungho.”
“That!”
When Baek Cheon tried to get angry again, Chung-Myung reached out and pressed his head hard.
“Stay still!”
“Still!”
“Are you going to live here?”
“……Huh?”
Chung-Myung said, frowning.
“If it’s a shorthand where the disciples of Bonsan always have to stay, it’s not a shorthand but a faction. In order for Hwagyeongmun to be qualified as a con artist, they must be able to handle their own affairs. So don’t step up and watch if you can.”
“Ugh…….”
There was nothing wrong with that. But knowing it with your head didn’t make you feel comfortable. The sound of pain leaked out of Baek Cheon’s mouth.
However, Wirip San was not shaken at all.
“I’m sorry I didn’t have a reputation, but who’s that?”
“My name is Nam Jamyong, the gatekeeper of West Bank’s West Wolmun Gate. In Gangho, they call me Shim Won-gum.”
Wirip San narrowed his eyes.
“Seowolmun?”
If it was Seowolmun, it was a clan of Jongnam in the West Bank.
After deciding to open a gate to the West Bank, he took over information about the West Bank from the opening, and there was definitely a name for it.
“You’re a slave to Jongnam.””That’s right.”
“What brings you here?”
“Hmph.”
Nam Jamyong snorted.
“You are so thick that you shamelessly put your face in the West Bank.”
“Oh, Master Moon. Calm down. Did someone you know ever do that?”
“That’s right, that’s right. It’s not a cool song, so it’s understandable.”
Wirip San frowned as they watched the giggles among themselves.
“Are the others fooled by Jongnam, too?”
“I am Gongnilsan, the gatekeeper of the Sungcheon faction.”
“This body is Jogyorang, the doorkeeper of Cho Hyun-moon.”
In addition, the people who followed shouted their doors and Myeongho.
Apparently, all the servants of Jongnam’s inner family in the West Bank gathered.
Wirip San, who was listening with a calm face, sighed and opened his mouth only after everyone finished talking.
“I understand who you are. But why are you all here?”
“How dare you say that the Wasans open a shorthand in the West Bank?”
“And, at least, if you were going to open a door to the West Bank, you should have come and greet us first! How dare you break up without telling me?”
“There’s a saying, ‘Namyoung hillbilly,’ and that’s perfect. You don’t know the occasion!”
The faces of the Hwasan disciples were flaming with criticism.
‘No, they are.’
If you have snow, you can’t not know that there are people from Hwasan.
But isn’t persecuting Wirip San this way ignoring Hwasan?
“That…….”
“No need to say!”
Nam Jamyong waved his hand and said,
“We came to warn today.”
“…Warning?”
“If you open a door here without saying anything, it means you don’t want to get along with us in the future. So we’ll do what you want us to do. Let’s see how long Hwagyeongmun will last in the West Bank!”
“…….”
“If you don’t want to see something bad, you’d better clean up here quickly and leave the West Bank.”
They anticipated that Wirip San would look frightened and stiff. But there was an unexpected response from his mouth.
“Hahaha.”
“…Smile?”
Nam Jamyong’s eyebrows wriggled. But Wirip San looked at him in disbelief and said.
“I wondered how great it was to be called Jongnam’s trick. Now that you see it, Seung-nyang is a bunch, right?”
“What!”
Wirip San said emphatically.
“This West Bank land will not belong to Jongnam, and it will not belong to you! Why should I ask your permission? That’s what a bunch of lords would do!”
“…Did you just call us a loner?”
“Yes! Where am I wrong?”
“Ha… hahahaha.”
Nam Jamyong laughed his head off and stared at Wirip San with frightening eyes.
“I wish I had the guts to do it.”
“Don’t worry. It’s proven that Hwasan’s student is superior to Jongnam’s!”
“……….”
Nam Jamyong glared briefly at Wirip San with lifeless eyes. Then he turned around.
“Go back!”
“Hmph!”
Jongnam’s inner circle, who made a fuss, rushed out of the Hwagyeongmun with a hint of displeasure all over their body.
And his disciples, watching him, spoke in a slightly frightened tone.
“Wow……. You’re a good speaker.”
“I know. You’re really good.”
“Is this also a bit of a Hwasanian characteristic…….”
While everyone was surprised and watching Wirip San, Chung-Myung and Hyun Young kept their eyes on the estranged folk of Jongnam.
“I guess it’s because of them.””Yeah, I guess you’ve already used your hands. No one’s stopping by to read their minds.”
Chung-Myung grinned.
“It’s clearer than I thought.”
“I know. Since it’s Jongnam’s territory, you probably didn’t have much to argue with.”
The two men, who had gone through hell and high water, were able to write a manual if they were DeJab, rolled up the corners of mouth.
And I couldn’t imagine what would happen and looked at the back of the door.
“Shall we start turning the stomach?”
“Giggling.”
His disciples trembled as they saw the two men laughing wickedly.
What are you thinking about?’
‘I’m already nervous.’
However, whether or not they know the hearts of such disciples, the two old men and women only exchanged subtle eyes.
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