return of Mount Hua Sect MTL - chapter 405

Ch 405

Chapter 405: 405

I thought I was used to it now.

I thought I knew everything.

However, Hyun Jong’s appearance was so unfamiliar that he felt like someone else.

Did this person have this side of him?

Hyun Jong, who had his face cold, was showing a weight that had never existed before.

“I sometimes think like that.”

“…….”

“Am I your writer?”

Chung-Myung couldn’t answer and shut up.

“What is a long man?”

“……he’s the leader of the gate.”

“Wrong.”

Hyun Jong looked directly at Chung-Myung and said,

“A long man is not a leader of a clique, but a protector of a clique. The role of the writer is to continue the will and to protect the disciples of the literary faction.”

“…….”

“One!”

His voice was so cool.

“Hwasan’s disciple I have to protect! You’re trying to protect me! Whasan’s disciple I have to protect! You’re trying to protect Hwasan instead of me!”

A voice not so loud shook Chung-Myung’s heart more than anything he’d ever heard in life.

“Chung-Myung아.”

“……Yes, Jang Moon-in.”

“I don’t know you.”

“…….”

Hyun Jong paused for a moment. Then he slowly opened his mouth again after a while.

“I don’t know how you’ve lived or what stories you have. I don’t even want to ask. Whatever story you have, as long as you enter Hwasan and claim to be Hwasan’s disciple, you are just Hwasan’s disciple that I have to protect!”

Something in my heart rang loudly.

Chung-Myung bit his lips without realizing it.

“Where were you going with that sword?”

“…….”

“Did you try to get into a crowded room and do a sword dance? I heard that if you hit all the people you see and fall, your heart will be relieved.”

“I…….”

“You’re not good enough!”

Hyun Jong’s voice rang loudly.

“I’m afraid they’re going to die if I take my brothers with me. You can handle it alone. You’re not confident of persuading me? So you were gonna sneak out and vent your anger?”

Anger and anger.

No, it was a cry that was more like a cry.

“Why didn’t you say it out loud? Why didn’t you all shout out, ‘Let’s all go in together, ’cause I can’t forgive all of them! Soaring anger is unbearable, and you’re afraid of the death penalty getting hurt? Was it that scary?”

“…….”

“What do you want to do?”

“The disciple…….”

Chung-Myung bit his lips. Numerous words soared through the throat, but there was not a word to take out.

When the answer was not heard, Hyun Jong opened his mouth first.

“What’s left of you when you lead Hawsan to a high place alone? You’re proud of protecting him? The fullness of leading? The cheap pride that no one recognizes that you sacrificed for Hwasan?”

Hyun Jong shook his head.

“Don’t be mistaken. Chung-Myung아. Wasan is not a place for you to protect.”

“…….”

“You’re not protecting Hwasan, you’re protecting you. You are also a disciple of Hwasan. But how can you bear Hwasan alone?”

“The disciple…….”

“Hwasan has the honor of keeping the whole people out, and you are again walking alone in the thorny path. Then you’ll ask me. Your death penalty! Your housemates and elders! And your writers are people who will just be happy to step on the blood you’ve rolled down the thorny path? Does that seem to you to be all we are?””……No, it’s not. It’s not like that, Jang In.”

Hyun Jong bit his lips tightly.

This young disciple tries to take full responsibility alone again.

“If you were to die there, would your death penalty have stayed still? Will they save my life when they hear that you’ve been attacked by all the people?”

Chung-Myung closed his eyes at the harsh scolding.

In fact, I didn’t want to think deeply.

I just needed a place to vent this burning-bellied anger. Otherwise, I couldn’t help this terrible sense of shame.

“Is this what happened to you?”

“…….”

“The moment you announce your name to Kang Ho, this is bound to happen one day. Without that determination, I wouldn’t have tried to bring Hwasan back to the world. How can you talk about glory without even having such a resolution?”

Hyun Jong’s outcry was like a cold frost in autumn.

“If you think it’s your fault and try to atone for it, you’re just a jerk. If the death penalty bled and tried to run without question, he’d be worse off!”

Chung-Myung looked up at Hyun Jong.

Hyun Jong, who was always full of dizziness, had a fiery anger in his eyes. Chung-Myung thought the eyes were very familiar.

We’ve seen each other several times before.

You idiot!

Every time he returned after bleeding, the death penalty scolded him severely. That’s the look I saw then.

“How long are you going to think of him as a child in your arms? Your death penalty is no longer weak. You don’t have to bleed and clean up. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“……I know.”

“Yeah, you know that, so you’re out to bleed alone.”

“Long story…….”

Hyun Jong closed his eyes as if he was catching his breath.

After so much silence, he slowly opened his eyes and stared at Chung-Myung. Anger subsided a little while ago, and sadness filled the spot.

“Chung-Myung아. Trust me a little more.”

“…….”

“I know exactly how ugly I am to you.”

“No, I’ve never been a long storyteller.…!”

“Listen till the end.”

“…….”

Hyun Jong sighed and continued.

“I’m an ugly person. I know, without you, Hwasan would have collapsed. No wonder I don’t trust myself for not protecting Hwasan as a long-time writer.”

There was no self-help or sadness in the voice. I’m just calm.

“But like my disciples growing up, I don’t stay as the past me forever. I’m trying to be a good long story for Hwasan every day. It’s not just me. All of Hwasan’s disciples are trying to be worthy of the name Hwasan.”

“……I know.”

“But why don’t you believe me?”

“…….”

Chung-Myung couldn’t bear to look at Hyun Jong and lowered his eyes slightly.

“It’s not the business of you and everyone. It’s the work of Hwasan and all the people. The grudge must be resolved by Hwasan one day, and the price must be paid by Hwasan one day. Why don’t you know that if you’re going to collect Hwasan’s blood alone, it means you don’t recognize him!”

My head kept drooping. Hyun Jong’s words were unmistakable.

“I know.””…….”

“My heart will break. How can it not be? One. Chung-Myung. Sometimes it is necessary to bury it. What’s the difference now that you’re punishing a few more people?”

I know Hyun Jong must be saying, but I couldn’t figure out what to do with this heartache.

“If you really think of me as your long story, think for three more days. And if you can’t stand it.”

Hyun Jong spoke in an endless calm voice.

“I, not you, will take the lead and go to destroy all the people.”

“…….”

“Stay with Ungum. The child will wish for it, too.”

After talking, Hyun Jong turned around and went down the mountain.

Chung-Myung, who was standing there looking at Hyun Jong’s back, slowly raised his head. The dark sky looked so vast that it was hopeless.

“Long sentence death penalty.”

The answer is not heard.

“…It’s hard.”

It was a small, powerless voice, unlike Chung-Myung.

“Will it be all right?”

“I don’t know.”

“……he’s a softie.”

“The death penalty, that’s a little…….”

“Close it.”

Jo-Gol pouted at Yoon-Jong’s words.

I was trying to lighten the mood by sneaking jokes, but everyone’s eyes didn’t know that it would fall from the medical center all along the way.

I’m worried.

Ungumdo, who is wandering around in the dead, and Chung-Myung, who is never away from him.

It’s already been three days.

“I don’t think he’s sleeping at all.”

“I’ve been injured.”

“……I didn’t even eat.”

Baek Cheon sighed.

It’s a kind of disease.’

I wouldn’t be so worried if I were angry and ganging up as usual.

“It’s not my fault, it’s frustrating.”

“…I mean.”

Baek Cheon and everyone sighed in unison.

“What if Chung-Myung says he’s running to the bay room because of his bad luck?”

“You have to stop it.”

“…is it dry?”

“If I can’t stop you, I’ll go with you.”

“What?”

Baek Cheon said sternly with a stiff face.

“I can’t see him run wild and die alone. I’m going to keep my side and at least run away with leash.k.a leash.”

“…Do you know that private accommodation has no real solution?”

“It’s noisy.”

Baek Cheon, who fixed his eyes on the medical center, clenched his fists and opened them.

‘You’re such a fool.’

A sigh finally escaped from his mouth.

Ssaeak. Ssaeak.

The sound of breathing grew weaker.

Chung-Myung was watching such a unshakable figure.

No matter how much I inject my history, my condition does not improve. Every day, the condition of the unexamined sword seemed to only deteriorate.

“Living bird.”

I’ve seen too much.

I lost too much.

So I didn’t want to miss a single one. Having lost everything, I wanted to grab everything.

Was that such a vain wish?

“The death penalty…….”

Dang-Soso, who had already approached, spoke with worried eyes.

“Get some rest.”

“It’s okay.”

“Then the death penalty will fall first.”

“It’s okay.”

“…….”

Trying to say something more, she soon shook her head. It wasn’t for him to bring out Chung-Myung now. Right now, I have no choice but to watch.

Chung-Myung never took his eyes off the ungum while she quietly went out again.

“Living bird.”

Maybe it’s not too bad a death. For Ungum, who has lived for his disciples, it is perhaps even more satisfying to die protecting them.

One.

Not yet.’

Chung-Myung hasn’t done everything he can to Ungum yet. Just as he wanted to protect his disciples, Chung-Myung wanted to protect Hwasan’s descendants.Not yet.’

Chung-Myung grabbed the hand of the one remaining ungum.

‘Not yet.’

Then, he leaned his head against the bed and exhaled his low breath.

Chung-Myung suddenly opened his eyes.

‘Sleep…’

I think I fell asleep.

It would not have been possible normally, but it was three days after the series of fierce battles, so no matter how Chung-Myung did, he couldn’t stand it.

‘Living bird…!’

Chung-Myung raised his head with a frightened look.

Soon the eyes opened wide.

to have none

The bed where the funeral sword was located was empty.

Chung-Myung, whose head was blankly empty at the moment, looked at the bed with a blank face and slowly pulled himself up.

Then he began to walk out like he was possessed.

That’s right away.

Only his footsteps echoed in the quiet pharmacy. The dim sunlight of dawn was leaking through the gap in the front door.

Chung-Myung paused a little and slowly opened the door.

Squeaking.

The place to go was set. Though he felt empty in his head and was at a loss, he walked slowly without stopping after leaving the pharmacy.

The place where his feet are headed is none other than the White House.

After slowly reaching the Baekmakwan without even opening his eyes, he headed to the Baekmakwan’s smokestack in a mesmerized manner.

And

“…….”

Finally, my steps stopped.

Chung-Myung blankly looked forward without saying a word.

One person.

A man in white armor was wielding a sword.

His posture was so straight, but the black, which was swung in Ho Gong, was somehow awkward.

It wasn’t just the sword that was awkward.

The sleeves, which were fluttering with empty seats for the arms, were awkward.

But Chung-Myung liked the awkwardness.

Love, love, love and sorrow!

From head to head.

The lightly struck sword stopped at Ho Gong.

The raised black man drew the same trajectory and drew Ho Gong again.

Once. Twice. Once again.

It was a simple blow.

The man, who repeatedly struck in a reverent manner, soon pushed the sword into the sword to see if it was too powerful.

Then he slowly turned away.

“Are you here?”

“…….”

The man’s face was soaked in sweat. There were even light blood stains all over the body wrapped in bandages.

Chung-Myung, who looked blankly at the scene, unconsciously asked.

“…What are you doing?”

Ungum replied with a big smile.

“Can’t you tell? I was training.”

“…….”

I couldn’t speak.

No, there were so many things I wanted to say, but nothing came out easily. All I could do was look at the ungum with a blank mind.

Ungum, who knew how Chung-Myung felt, shrugged lightly.

“Since your right arm is cut off, you should learn how to swing a sword with your left hand.”

“…From now on?”

“Then what?”

Ungum was incredibly calm.

“There is no end to the learning of the examination. Of course, it’s a shame that I lost my superior, but in a way, it might be a good thing. We can start all over again.”

Chung-Myung stopped laughing.

No, I cried.

His face was distorted so that he could not tell whether he burst into laughter or tears. Chung-Myung spoke quietly in a trembling voice.

“……Living bird…….”

He clenched his lips a couple of times as if he was enduring something even though he opened his mouth.

“……You really don’t answer.”

Ungum just smiled and said.”Will you help me?”

“…….”

“It’s not easy for me to learn a left-handed sword. How is it? I think it’ll be easier if you help me.”

Chung-Myung looked up at the sky.

Early in the morning, the bright skies in Wasan were so bitterly blue.

“I’m not going to let you off easy because I’m a private room maid?”

“The sea I hoped for. Let’s see how strict this guy is.”

Chung-Myung entered the smoke field with a complex face that was hard to explain.

“…Living quarters.”

“Hm?”

“……No.”

“How bland.”

The ungum threw a sword around the waist at Chung-Myung. When Chung-Myung accepted the sword, the ungum smiled.

“Well, let me see your sword.”

“……It’s a sword that doesn’t show very well.”

Chung-Myung grabbed the sword with his left hand.

Then he stared at the sword and turned his head again. I thought I would look ugly if I watched more.

“Look at it. It’s annoying to do it twice.”

“You’re such a good boy.”

Silence flowed in the place where a light smile crossed.

Soon after, Chung-Myung’s sword danced as if it were fluttering.

Little Sason wielded a sword and the older Sasookjo looked at it.

Young ancestors teach swords, and older descendants look at them.

A tear that flowed down without anyone knowing overlapped with the warm smile of the crying sword.

Only the apricot flowers, which bloomed gently, looked at the images of the two men without saying a word.

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