Chapter 116

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Return of The Mount Hua – Episode/Chapter 116. One day, plum blossoms will bloom under the sky  (1)

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The next morning.

"……Sahyung."

"……."

"What's wrong with them?"

"Well…"

‘What answer would you get if you asked me that?’

Mount Hua's third-class disciples trembled slightly as they watched the second-class disciples crawling out in the moonlight at dawn.

Since Mount Hua is on such a high mountain, the early morning air is cold even after winter. The appearance of these second-class disciples walking out, spitting pure white steam from their mouths, reminded them of a general who went out to battle.

"Are we going to die today?"

"……I don't think so."

It was not long before all of the disciples came out and lined up across from the third-class disciples. And lastly, Baek Chun walks out slowly and stands at the front.

"Are you all here?"

"Yes, Sahyung!"

"Okay."

Baek Chun nods lightly and looks at his peers. He sighed low and turned his eyes to the distant sky.

‘Don’t tell me...'

'No way.’

Then, the door of the white plum dorm opened and Chung Myung came out with a yawn.

"Hoamzz. Why is it that I always don't get enough sleep?"

‘Then get some sleep. ‘

‘How can you talk like that and come out every day without missing a day? Every day!’

Chung Myung trudged out and approached Yoon Jong. Then Yoon Jong quickly stuck close to Chung Myung as if he had been waiting.

"Chung Myung. What are they doing here?"

"Oh, Sasuk."

"Yes, these Sasuk!"

"Sahyung."

"What?"

Chung Myung reached out and wrapped Yoon Jong's shoulder.

"You've been through a lot."

‘What? All of a sudden.’

"I know very well how many times Sahyung have been hit by Sasuk."

‘They’ve never done that before.’ (correct me if I’m wrong but I think their sasuk never hit them. (we don’t talk about that night over here))

‘If we were being hit, you are the only one who did it. Why are you dragging in Sasuk all of a sudden?

"But you can rest assured now. From today, a beautiful world where all people are equal will open only for training time."

"Where everyone is equal?"

"Right."

"Is that what you call hell?"

"……Huh?"

‘Is it possible?’.

Yoon Jong distorted his face.

‘In the end, even the second-class disciple.’

‘This man's demonic hand stretches out without knowing the end. How long has it been since he put his third-class disciples into hell? Does this mean that even Second-class disciples are now in his hands?’

‘What will happen to Mount Hua?’

Chung Myung went to the center and stood there while Yoon Jong pressed the sadness that was rising..

"You've worked hard to get out of the morning, folks."

"……."

"This instructor was very moved to see that everyone participated in the training 'voluntarily' like this."

‘You bastard with no conscience!'

'When is the last time you tell someone who is taking a break to train while cursing? Tae Sang-no is the one who will punish you!'

The third-class disciples bit their lips, but surprisingly the Second-class disciples showed little reaction.

"Training is training only when it is difficult. If you feel refreshed and rewarded afterward, you can't call it training. As soon as the training is over, cursing comes out and you don't have the strength to hold chopsticks so you can put your face on the plate to say that it is real training!"

A formidable logic was being preached.

"There is no royal road to be strong. Roll and roll as best you can is the only way to be strong. Trust and follow this instructor and you will be strong. Do you understand?"

Yoon Jong distorted his face.

'No, to the Sasuk...…. They won’t put up with this...…!'

It was that moment.

“"Yes!””

On the side of the second-class disciple, a firm and excessively loud answer burst out. The third-class disciples were startled and retreated.

"Wha- what?"

"What's wrong with them?"

It may be embarrassing to be taught by a Sajil of their younger brother's age. But for these disciples now, that was not a problem.

‘If we fall behind the third-class disciples, it'll be a disgrace!’

It is disgraceful enough to be trained by Chung Myung, but to be weaker than the third-class disciples is something that deserves to bite own tongue and death.

But that is actually happening.

The current them may be stronger than third-class disciples, but after a few years, the second-class disciple may fall into a position protected by the third-class disciples. Where on earth should they regain dignity if they become weaker than all third-class disciples?

'I can never see that kind of thing.'

‘I'd rather bite my tongue and die.'

Blood stood out in the eyes of the second-class disciple.

Sometimes impure motives burn a person's will. No, to be precise, the more impure the motivation is, the greater the motivation.

A pure desire for strength alone could not have done this far. Now, it was pride and anxiety that pushed the back of the second-class disciple.

And finally...….

'I don't know how, but if we learn from that guy, we'll be able to defeat Southern Edge Sect's disciple.'

'No, maybe it could be more than that.'

'It's a hundred times better to be ignored here than to be ignored in the Murim!'

‘Roll!’

Chung Myung shouted loudly and exclaimed as he received the sparkling eyes of the disciple.

"This is it, this is it!"

The eyes that crave learning!

Chung Myung was proud to see his ‘pupil’. To see the second-class disciple full of passion for learning while dealing only with the third-class disciples who kept trying to spit out gold nuggets from their mouths is refreshing to him.

Of course, the third-class disciple did not react well from the beginning, but Chung Myung could care less about that.

"Well, then."

Chung Myung raised the corners of his lips.

"The basics are important in everything. Let's start with muscle training. Sahyung, what are you doing? You have to teach your Sasuk how to do weight training."

At that time, the corners of the mouth of the third-class disciples also curled up.

"Yes. That's right, we have to isn’t."

"Ah, I'll do my best to teach them."

The third-class disciples also had blood in their eyes with the feeling of ‘everyone should be beaten.’

‘You thought this was a good thing, didn't you?'

'If you try it once, the sound of the song will last for three months and ten days. We’ll make you all sing very well!'

As the third-class disciples approached with insidious smiles and training tool(?), the second-class disciples withdrew with anxious eyes.

However, surprisingly, there was someone who came forward from that situation.

"Huh?"

Chung Myung tilted his head at the person in front of him.

"What do you want?"

"To learn."

"Learn from the others."

"No one comes to me."

"……Huh?"

Chung Myung tilted his head while looking at Yoo Iseul.

"No, why no one...…. What are Sahyung doing?"

The third-class disciple listened to Chung Myung and just looked up at the distant night sky.

"Did you feel awkward? It’s just a female disciple...Wait, come to think of it, why isn't there a woman on the third-class disciples? Why are they all men? There are so many Sago in the second-class disciple."

"……."

Chung Myung looked back at Yoon Jong and said.

"No, Sahyung. Did only men get to third-class disciples? This is why when I’m entering the white plum, the atmosphere is dark and gloomy. Why the female...…."

"Chung Myung-ah."

"Huh?"

Yoon Jong said with a face that looked like he was about to shed tears of blood.

"There is something in the world that should not be touched."

"……."

Chung Myung looked at Yoon Jong for a long time and lowered his head.

"I'm sorry. I apologize. Forgive me."

"……Please be careful."

"I will."

Chung Myung, who has finished apologizing neatly, looks at Yoo Iseul with a dreary eye.

"I'm won’t  going easy on a woman."

"That's what I was hoping for."

"I'll never let you off the hook, even if you cry or beg."

"That's not going to happen."

'There is no stubborn person this other than her.'

"Promise me one thing instead."

"What?"

"If I endure this, will I be able to make plum blossoms with my sword?"

"Everyone's saying weird things."

Chung Myung said with a stiff face.

"Mount Hua's disciple should not aim to make plum blossoms. It is just a process. It is ‘Blooms’ that needs to be aimed."

"Blooms’..."

"Well, yeah. Then...."

Chung Myung shrugged.

"First, let's lay the groundwork for ‘Blooms’. Let's start!"

Chung Myung smiled wickedly when he saw his ‘pupil’ surrounding the training tool.

'In the past, I only cared about my skills and couldn't watch others disciple martial arts.’

He took it for granted then, but not anymore. Didn't he feel it in the Demon Sect’s base 100,000 mountains? In the end, the only opponent that Mount Hua has to face is not one absolute powerhouse, but also another sect.

There is a limit to what can be done alone.

If one day they become stronger and can support Chung Myung?

"Heh heh heh. It's all over. It's the same as Kang Ho-il. I'll draw plum blossoms on the heads of those Shaolin bastards."

The disciples of Mount Hua, who thought they had heard something that should not be heard, closed their eyes and turned their heads.

"Hmmm."

The Ungum let out a pleasant sigh as he looked at Mount Hua's disciples absorbed in training from afar.

'Is it second-class disciple now?'

Indeed, there will be no choice but to do so. Because they have seen and felt it.

Ungum recalled yesterday's conversation with sect leader.

- Leave him alone.

The sect leader said so.

- We can't hold him in our arms anyway. Interfering with leading that child may rather hinder the child's path. We're old. And it is now their turn. All we have to do is fertilize the children's roads so they can shine. Leave it alone. There's a way of Tao in that child, he will never fall astray.

This means that he shouldn't make that child wary while poking around because he was curious about something. The Ungum also agreed with it.

Chung Myung's plum blossoms, his incomprehensible skills, and even his obscure origins. There were so many questions, but he didn't want to ask them.

‘It is Tao’. (The raw is '도(道)라.' )

Tao is about letting the flow goes. (the raw is 도는 그저 흘러가는 것. )

And to embrace. (the raw is 그리고 품는 것이다.)

No matter what that child Chung Myung was, there was no reason not to embrace him as long as he was a disciple of Mount Hua.

Because Dao is infinitely more abundant. (the raw is 도란 더없이 넉넉한 것이니까.)

More than that...

‘Should I try learning it, too?'

After looking at the children for a long time, Ungum turned away with a bitter smile.

‘It's greed. It's greed.'

If it were possible to become strong, it would be no big deal to roll the floor according to the disciple instructions, but Ungum knew it. That he's old now and it's hard to be strong in other ways.

It is fortunate that second-class disciple is still at an age where they can grow.

‘But we can't just sit back and watch.'

How can he be lazy as a teacher when the children are trying so hard? Even if that teaching is left to Chung Myung, he should teach as much as he can.

"Mount Hua will be strong."

Southern Edge Sect is not the end.

Ever since Chung Myung came, Mount Hua has completely changed.

Ungum also recently noticed that he was just entrusting himself to the flow.

Now, the atmosphere has changed not only for the disciples but also for the elders.

‘At least we shouldn't be a burden to those children. We should do everything we can to help those children. ‘

And...

When the day comes when those children complete their martial arts, the world will see the return of Mount Hua, which in the pas has been rumored to be the world's number one sect.

‘It's still a little far off, though.’

Ungum turned his head slightly.

"Don't straighten your back and train! If you still have the strength to breathe, there's no problem with training! It's okay! It's okay, you won’t die! I've heard of a man who died fighting in my life, but I've never seen a man who died in training!"

Ungum trembled.

"About to die? You want to resssttt??? Gosh. How much painstakingly trained are you to worried about that? I think I should take a look at your martial art skill. Come out! Let's see if it's faster to die from a coin mouth or if it's faster to break your head!" (I re-create the entire sentence. Also, if you all prefer a note like this to be put in end chapter, please say so.)

Looking at the third-class disciples rushing in and drying up their spirits, Ungum looked at the distant sky with a humble face.

'Maybe it's not too far away.'

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