return of Mount Hua Sect MTL - chapter 854

Ch 854

Chapter 854: 854

“Uh…….”

Gwak Hae entered the restaurant with a black face. No, it would be more appropriate to say that he managed to move his body without falling down.

Stumbling, he soon collapsed holding onto the chair.

I feel like I’m going to die.

I used to use it when I was bored. But Gwak Hae couldn’t bring himself to say it. This is because I now realize that words should not be used so recklessly.

Because he’s about to die?

No.

This is because the person you see in front of you looks like he or she is going to die.

“…a private residence. Are you all right?

Gwak Hae looked at Baek Cheon with trembling eyes.

Baek Cheon lifted his head slowly. As soon as he saw the face, Gwak Hae almost avoided eye contact.

‘Oh, my God.

It was truly horrible.

Probably 10 days away from Hwasan. If anyone had returned, they would never have recognized that he was Baek Cheon.

Baek Cheon’s face, which never disappeared, is nowhere to be found.

Both cheeks were hollowed out, cheekbones sticking out, and the eyes were hollowed out, so there was no throat.

The bright skin, which had always been glossy, died black and became rough like a pine bark, and the eyes, which had been flowing, were reminiscent of rotten movements because they could not be blurred.

You don’t look like a person.

From the outside, it seemed to have dug out the buried person and sat him down.

“…Oh, my. Homemade…….”

“Oh, my God….”

All those who saw it were unable to speak.

But no one asks why Baek Cheon became like this. The reason was that it was already left in Baek Cheon’s body.

The neck that still maintains white light under the face that has become hollowed out.

There were countless red lines drawn around.

You’re not even human.

Gwak Hae trembled as he looked at the wound.

After that day, Chung-Myung faced Baek Cheon when he was bored. And every time he got stuck, he left a scar on Baek Cheon’s neck.

I didn’t understand at first. The reason why Baek Cheon, who has no major trauma at the end of the war, is noticeably worse.

But Gwak Hae quickly came to understand why.

When Chung-Myung, who knocked out all the five swords, gathered the three great disciples into a bunch and started a war.

Gwak Hae didn’t know until then.

Chung-Myung’s sword, which flew into his neck without any hesitation, clearly contained the desire to kill Gwak Hae.

When such a wielded sword touched his neck coldly, Gwak Hae definitely felt dead. A terrible sense of a moment’s loss of consciousness and a fall of the whole body.

You’re dead once now.

When he came to his senses, he was lying on the black floor, which he was apparently holding, and Gwak Hae sat on the floor, trembling helplessly.

He suffered from nightmares for three days.

When I closed my eyes, a sword flew and my neck was cut off. When you wake up shouting and fall asleep again, your neck escapes again.

Only then did Gwak Hae realize.

How deep and heavy the word “death” can be, as a habit of speaking casually.

‘I’m like this just once.’What’s the point of going through the hardships of Baek Cheon, who has to go through it dozens of times a day?

Flop.

“Death, accident!”

“Are you okay with the accident?”

“No, Chung-Myung is this guy……, no matter how much I do it…….”

Yoo-Esul stumbled and collapsed beside Baek Cheon. Her appearance was no different from Baek Cheon’s. No one will ever imagine Yoo-Esul in their day-to-day lives.

If Baek Cheon’s face is blackened out, Yoo-Esul’s face is as white as a corpse.

Then Yoo-Esul opened his swollen lips and muttered something.

“Yes, an accident?”

“On….”

“What?”

After swallowing dry saliva several times, Yoo-Esul managed to open his mouth.

“Outside……………………”…. Yoon-Jong이.”

“……Yes, I’ll bring him now.”

I’m sure you’re telling me to bring Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol because they’re scattered in the smoke field. Everyone’s body was full of muscle, but some moved their feet trying to patch up the two somehow.

But then.

Squeaking.

The door opened without a hawk, and one slowly walked in with two people on his shoulders.

“Giggle.”

“Sir, monk!”

Hye Yeon.

He was struggling into the restaurant, dragging all the sprawling Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol.

“Bba, hurry up and take it!”

“Come here, monk!”

It’s the monk Hye Yeon, and there’s nothing wrong with carrying about two people. But if you look at Hye Yeon’s face now, you can’t help but run.

A face full of hunger for ten years.

Hye Yeon stumbled and held onto the chair.

Baek Cheon, Yoo-Esul, and Hye Yeon just looked at each other in silence.

While watching, Hwasan’s disciples all struggled to swallow the seeping tears.

Who knew Bongmun would do this?

I thought I’d just have to die and work hard.

“……I see one thing.”

“What do you mean?”

Baek Sang smiled in vain.

“…It was right to shut up. This kind of sight is certainly not something to show others.”

“…….”

Everyone nodded at the words.

Who can show Chung-Myung wielding a sword as if he would really kill the death penalty?

In fact, they fought together and saw it several times already.

Anyone who is a student of Hwasan knows that when he goes into action and sets up with a knife, people change.

But I didn’t know.

What happens when the sword is pointed at them. What did the people who have been dealing with Chung-Myung see and feel?

“A hundred times better in the crowd.”

I did not feel this fear even when I faced a man famous for his vicious and vicious character among the Sapa.

“…Can we really hold on?”

The training they’ve been doing so far has been an extension of their efforts.

However, within a few days of this training, everyone realized.

This training is not a process of effort.

This is a matter of overcoming.

It is a question of whether one can overcome the fear and fear by constantly repeating battles such as real games, or even worse than real games, and find one’s own sword.

Can we really do this?’

Everyone who was full of confidence sank heavily.

“The death penalty. Have some porridge. Or I can’t stand it.”

Baek Sang held out the mi sound that he had brought to Baek Cheon. Baek Cheon, who stared blankly at the ceiling, turned his head slowly. His eyes looked so weak that I wondered if he could even see the porridge bowl.by the way

Chin

Baek Cheon, who suddenly snatched a bowl of porridge, opened his mouth wide and shook the porridge off at once.

“Death, death penalty?”

“UGH!”

Perhaps his body couldn’t even accept the porridge, but he covered his mouth with the appearance of a barrage of vomit. But Baek Cheon swallowed the porridge as it was.

Gulp.

After repeatedly emptying the bowl several times, Baek Cheon stood up trembling. Then he grabbed the sword that had been standing next to him and stumbled toward the door.

“Oh, where are you going? Death penalty!”

“…Training.”

“What? Sue, training…… Are you crazy? You need to get some rest! Where are you going looking like that?”

“You have to…….”

“What?”

Baek Cheon muttered as he looked back at Baek Sang with a blank face.

“…afternoon……training is real…It was. That’I can’t improve my skills with 로는. Sword training……should be done separately.”

“…….”

“You can’t miss a day. One day.”

Is this guy really crazy?

His hands are shaking and he can’t hold the sword properly, and even at this moment, his legs are shaking like a live tree, making him look as if he is about to break again.

And you’re going to practice swordsmanship with that body?

“Just a little bit……!”

It was then.

Chin!

Yoo-Esul grabbed a bowl of porridge on the table and poured it into his mouth like Baek Cheon.

“Just……. Just?”

The same was true of Hye Yeon.

Even Yun-Jong and Jo-Gol, who were lying on the floor, struggled to get up and grabbed a bowl of porridge and somehow pushed it into their mouths.

“Well, I’ll have to eat……to live by eating…….”

“Boop! Boop!”

The two managed to get themselves up into the belly that would die.

“Turn it off…….”

“I’m dying, really…….”

They wobbled out with their swords.

“Oh, no. Death penalty!”

“Hey, dude! Are you all crazy?”

Jo-Gol turned his head to a dead face.

“…I didn’t hear what you were saying…”…what?”

“…….”

“Sword training……They say it’s separate.”

The disciples opened their mouths wide.

“……Living in private would be harder for you…… How can I exaggerate? d*mn it.”

“Let’s go.”

“……Yes.”

Even Yoon-jong and Jo-Gol stumbled outside, and a cold silence fell inside the restaurant.

“……I’m really out of my mind.”

“Can you stand that?”

The sound of the sword wielding was heard through the open door.

The sun has already set a long time ago.….

When everyone was stunned and speechless, Gwak Hae opened his mouth.

“But where is Chung-Myung?”

“……Chung-Myung is not finished yet.”

“What? What?”

Baek Sang sighs and says.

“When we finish our training, we will train with the in-laws, and after that, we will train with the elders.

“…….”

“Maybe then I’ll do my own personal training.”

Gwak Hae momentarily became distant.

They take turns competing with Chung-Myung. But as Baek Sang said, isn’t it that Chung-Myung is fighting endlessly from dawn to dawn, and he’s also doing his personal training?

“…Can a person do that?”

“Since when has he been a human being.”

Baek Sang clenched his teeth with an angry face.

Then he grabbed the bowl next to him and put it in his mouth.

“Oh, d*mn it. It’s grossly bland. Tell him to add more salt.”

“Living room?”

Baek Sang grabs the sword and goes outside.

“Let’s go.”

“…he, then he’ll collapse, Sasook.”

“What is it?”

Baek Sang said sourly.”There’s no need for re-awakening anyway. I already did it.”

“…Yes?”

“Just because you fall doesn’t make a big difference. But what’s wrong with falling down?”

“…….”

“You can’t win anyway.”

Baek Sang said, browsing through all the disciples in the restaurant.

“Then at least not with grit. d*mn it. I’m not good, am I not grit?”

The horse seemed to have drawn fire. The eyes of the Hwasan disciples were poisoned again.

Everyone gulped down with a bowl of porridge in front of them as if it were planned.

Boom!

I put down the porridge bowl and stumbled up one by one.

“Who says you’re going to lose?”

“We have a lot to say, too. It would have been different if I were there, because Chung-Myung usually took his lodgings and the death penalty.”

“Once the Hawasan Ogum is not forever the Hawasan Ogum. We’ll have to pick again at the end of the Feudal Gate!”

Those in the restaurant rushed out.

Hwasan’s practice armour, which didn’t light up as usual because he didn’t accept guests.

The sound of a sword wielding began to be heard constantly from the pitch of darkness.

Training that no one watches or forces.

The first step in overcoming the limit and overcoming yourself is to make sure that you do it.

At the end of the Wasan disciples’ sword, the firm determination began to grow young.

Maybe

Their firm determination to stay at the end of their sword for the rest of their lives.

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