Chapter 179

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Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 179. It's better than dying of frustration. (4)

"So……."

Heo Do-jin put the teacup in his hand on the table.

"Did you come back after being humiliated by the children of that Mount Hua?"

Heo Sanja just closed his eyes without saying a word.

"The reason I'm not ashamed is that I did the best I could."

"……."

"If I had gone through these things and being careless or foolish, I would of course ask Sect Leader to reprimand me. But……."

"There is nothing to be ashamed of because you did your best, and you just lacked the strength?"

"That's right."

Heo Do-jin's brow slightly narrowed.

Heo Sanja combines prudence and the power to lead people. Therefore, he was one of the most trusted. If such a person says so, it means that it was really force majeure (Unforeseen cimcurstance).

"You went to Sword Tomb, was humiliated, and came back with nothing but you are not ashamed ……."

Holding the teacup again, Heo Do-jin took a sip of the tea. And then he sighed.

The clatter, the sound of putting down the teacup, rang.

"If you say so, so be it."

"……Sect Leader."

"If there was nothing in Sword Tomb in the first place, there would be nothing to be gained. You're not to blame."

"I'm sorry."

"It's nothing to be sorry about."

Heo Dojin shook his head and had a bitter smile on his lips.

"Indeed, over-enthusiasm causes anger. I wanted to have more even though our Wudang had not lacked at all. It's a good thing I didn't get so angry. Forgive me for sending my disciples to suffer for nothing."

"How could that be the fault of Sect Leader?"

"I've lost my mind because of my greed. I'm so enchanted by the name of Chaos Origin Pill and Immortal Medicine. I didn't expect Immortal Medicine to build such a place."

It was Heo Dojin who laughed at the thought of being played by a person two hundred years ago.

"Are you saying that Muhak (Martial Art) is meaningless after all? That's what someone who left without leaving anything would say."

Heo Sanja tilted his head as if it was difficult to understand.

But Heo Do-jin didn't bother explaining what he understood to Heo Sanja. Sometimes it's better not to know.

He just closed his eyes slightly and arranged his thoughts. Then he opened my eyes again and asked Heo Sanja.

"Only one thing."

"Yes."

"There's something I don't quite understand. Did you say you're equal with Mount Hua's child?"

"That's right."

Heo Do-jin's forehead narrows.

It cannot be said that Heo San-ja's strength is very exceptional among the elders of the Wudang. No, rather, it could be said that he was a little sluggish if Heo Do-jin were to consider only the Muhak part.

The problem is that Heo Sanja is also an elder Wudang. It's not enough to be defeated by a child who may have just become a martial artist. Never.

But isn't Heo Sanja, none other than himself, acknowledging that fact?

"Was he a genius?"

"He is."

Heo Do-jin sighed low.

Heo Sanja continued calmly.

"I'm confident that I would have won if I the fight continued. But that doesn't mean anything."

"That's right. It's natural to win."

"The problem is, I have no idea how much time it took to subdue that child. Which means...."

"It's a tie."

"That's right."

As Heo Sanja said, it means that even the condition of the day and a little luck can turn the fight upside down. That's pretty much a tie.

"Huh. Doesn’t this mean third-class disciples of Mount Hua are equal to the elders of Wudang? When my disciple, Mu Jin, was knocked down, I laughed it off."

Now he can't laugh anymore.

"There is a genius in Mount Hua …… a genius."

The thoughtful Do-jin's hands were slightly cluttered. His fingertips, which were holding the teacup heavily, repeatedly press the surface of the cup and fall.

Heo Sanja, who guessed the complicated judgment of Sect Leader, kept his mouth shut and waited for him to organize his thoughts.

Only after a cup of tea cools down does Heo Do-jin open his mouth.

"I'll leave it alone."

"Is it really fine?"

"I know what you want to say. In the past, Mount Hua was a great sect of Taoism, and once came close to putting their name in front of Wudang. The fact that such a place has a genius cannot be ignored. But."

Heo Do-jin continued in a low voice.

"There is a limit to what a genius can do. Especially in a ruined sect like Mount Hua. The child will eventually fall down from exhaustion while dragging the sect called Mount Hua."

"You seem to have a very good eye for the child, don't you?"

"You must have had a better view of the child."

Heo Sanja nods heavily.

"I persuaded him that I would accept him as a disciple of Wudang if he wanted to."

"...to that extent?"

"I said he could get a position as a future generation Sect Leader."

Heo Do-jin's forehead narrows.

This obviously goes beyond the authority of the elder. Nevertheless, to speak so proudly, meant that if Heo Do-jin had seen the child with his eyes, he would have said the same thing.

'Can there be any further evaluation?'

It's difficult.

This was admiration beyond praise.

But.

"Even so, it's no different."

"……."

"He can only raise their reputation by himself. It is impossible for one person to lead a sect. The power of many must be combined, and all of them must have a firm sense of subjectivity. The child can't handle all that."

Heo Do-jin shakes his head.

"Let's wrap it up with strengthening our surveillance on Mount Hua."

"But Sect Leader, I'm still worried about the kid."

"There's nothing to worry about. Maybe by the time you see him again, you'll know what I mean."

Heo Sanja nodded reluctantly.

"All right."

"Get yourself together. You have a lot of work to do."

"Yes, Sect Leader. Then...."

Heo Sanja bowed and got up.

Standing in front of the door as if he were about to leave, he suddenly stopped again. And he opened his mouth.

"By the way..."

"Hmm?"

Heo Sanja turns his head and asks while looking at Heo Do-jin.

"What if the child knew what Sect Leader said?"

"……that he alone cannot lead the sect?"

"Yes."

Heo Do-jin is lost in thought for a moment. But he soon spoke firmly.

"That's not going to happen. And even so, it won't make a difference. Talent isn't something you can cultivate just by making up your mind."

"……I see."

Like this.

When Heo Sanja closed the door and left, Ho Do-jin quietly picked up the teacup and brought it to his lips.

‘What if he knew?'

The answer is the same.

That's not going to happen.

For this has nothing to do with how great the child is and how clever he is.

All of that is something that can only be learned through experience. Therefore, he will never realize it because he is young and full of energy.

The child won't be as young as he is now when he finally experiences it.

But what if...….

What if it really happens?

'Mount Hua's name may eventually be in front of Wudang.'

Heo Do-jin had a slight grin.

'That's an overstatement.'

Too much.

* * *

Waaahh!

"Arrghh!"

Thud.

Jo-Gol, who had fallen into a corner, trembled and grabbed his neck while twitching.

It's attached.

It didn't even break.

He was worried that his neck might have broken because it turned so violently, but fortunately, it seems that there is nothing wrong.

Then the pain came back.

"Ahhhhhh!"

It hurts.

Personally, it hurts a lot.

When Jo-Gol grabbed his chin and started rolling on the ground, Chung Myung clicked his tongue at the sight.

"Tsk, tsk, look at the cry."

Jo-Gol flipped his eyes.

‘You call me crybaby?’

‘I thought I lost my jaw for a second.’

"Stop being such a crybaby and get up. My love for Sahyung still remains this overflowing."

‘I'll change my mind if I have that d*mn love twice, you crazy!’

Jo-Gol sprang up from his seat, blinking his eyes.

At one point, all of Mount Hua's disciples began to feel the same way.

‘There's no way to run away from him!'

He's more persistent than a hound, more tenacious than a horse. He’s a guy who somehow could do anything when he set his mind for it.

Apart from that, running away from here and whining won't take strength out of their fist!

Then what?

"Ahhh! Just once! Let's beat him once!"

Jo-Gol flipped his eyes and rushed towards Chung Myung. Although Chugunggwahyeol had somehow become a fight, Chung Myung smiled as if he was more than happy to be in such a situation.

Of course, laughing like that doesn't make a person look good.

What kind of person smiles brightly and breaks the head of his Sahyung?

"Yeah, that's right! Let's go!"

Argh! Argh!

"Your back is empty!"

Argh! Argh!

"Sahyung! Sahyung!"

"Huh?"

"Your feet are empty!"

Thud!

In the end, tears welled up from Jo-Gol's eyes.

The back of his foot, which was trampled on by Chung Myung's foot, complained of intense pain.

"Waist! Waist! Waist! Waist! Whoa!"

Jo-Gol realized that there were so many parts of the human body that could be called the waist.

Horses are all the same waist, so how can you punch every inch of them? (The raw is 말은 다 같은 허리인데 어떻게 이리 구석구석 팰 수 있는가?)

"Keuruk!"

Jo-Gol folded his waist and half lost his mind. Then Chung Myung immediately slapped him with a clean swing and blew him away.

The scream of Jo-Gol rang out.

"Next!"

Chung Myung flashed in search of the next prey. Yoo Iseol, who flinched at the look, grabbed the sword tightly and said proudly.

"Don't go easy on me just because I'm a woman...…."

Pookk!

"Huh? What did you said."

"……nothing."

Yoo Iseol jumped at Chung Myung with spite in her eyes. Her sword cuts Chung Myung's throat with a sharp edge.

The great momentum was going to slit his throat!

Chung Myung looked at the sharp sword and smiled with great satisfaction.

"Look at this." (The raw is "살기 보소.")

Whoosh!

Avoiding Yoo Iseol's sword, Chung Myung began to shred Yoo Iseol's entire body.

"You seem to have misunderstood what it means to be light!"

Whooosh!

"It's not light to lose power. It's light when that power goes on lightly. A three-year-old boy can swing it too if it just light!"

"Iiikk!"

Yoo Iseol held the sword with a tearful shout. Chung Myung's body trembled a little and appeared behind her.

"Euracha, back!"

Chung Myung, who hit Yoo Iseol's back with a series of twelve hits at once, turned around.

"End!"

Thud.

Yoo Iseol, who fell to the ground, flinched and twitched.

"Well, I think we've done enough……."

Chung Myung smiled refreshingly as he looked at Sasuk and Sahyung scattered on the ground.

"Let's take a break and do it again."

"Hey, you bastard!!"

"Are you a person? You're still a human being?"

"Oh, my ancestor! What Sajil beats his Sahyung like this?"

Those who were lying down raised their heads like lightning and cursed Chung Myung with all kinds of words.

"Huh? What? I can't hear well because it's too weak."

When Chung Myung pretends to touch his ear, the intensity of swearing becomes stronger.

And as Lee Haeng watched the scene from afar, he ended up with a delightful smile.

‘It's a mess.’

Now he knows why Sodanju told him to be careful of Chung Myung.

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