Return of The Mount Hua –
Chapter 189. Oh My God. With that skill? (4)
Jo-Pyeong opened his eyes
as if in disbelief.
Won.
His son, Jo-Gol, won against that Tang Zhan.
However, Jo-Pyeong could not accept what he saw earlier.
Who was Tang Zhan?
Tang Family which controls Sichuan. Even in the Tang family, where they value blood the most, he was a direct descendant.
Its ability does not need to be verified, and its reputation is not limited to Sichuan.
However, he has now lost to Yo-Pyeong's son.
‘How did this happen?'
It wasn't because he had a great talent for swords that he sent his son to Mount Hua.
No, no!
He must have had a talent!
Didn't he send a man who was supposed to be a merchant because he was talented?
But was the talent enough to beat the direct descendant of the Tang Family?
No.
Jo-Pyeong was sure. He can't help it even if he told that he underestimates his own son. Jo-Pyeong, a merchant, is a professional person who judges the other person's value accurately.
Although he is a cherished child, Jo-Pyeong knows the best that Jo-Gol is not the possessor of great talent.
But such a son defeated Tang Zhan.
That Tang Zhan.
"……."
He knew he had to say something, but it didn't come out easily.
At that moment, Jo-Gol retrieves the sword on Tang Zhan's shoulder and turns around.
And Jo-Pyeong walked toward them with a nice smile on his face.
"Sasuk. I won."
"Yes, Jo-Gol!"
Wobble.
Wobble.
“I, I won… ah, what… huh? When did I bleed so much….. I feel dizzy….”
"No, don't tell me!"
"Hiik! Sasuk! Jo-Gol's throat keeps bleeding! What if he dies like that?"
"Doctor! Doctor! Call the doctor now!"
While Baek Chun and Yoon Jong were bewildered and at a loss, Yoo Iseol quickly stepped up and grabbed Jo-Gol's neck and stopped the bleeding.
"Oh, Sago. I'm fine...…."
"Don't say it. You must be exhausted."
"Oh, yes."
Jo-Gol's face quickly turned pale. He won but he lost too much blood in his injured neck. It seems that the last Willow Flying dagger touched the blood vessels.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Chung Myung approached with his tongue clicked and pressed Jo-Gol's neck in two places.
Then the spurting blood started to stop.
"Wow, I think he’d be dead if it went in half an inch more"
"What are you talking
about?"
"Bad word! That's a bad word!
Chung Myung pouts his mouth at the furious response that comes back.
"I was just telling
the truth."
"Yes."
Baek Chun and Yoon Jong shouted, but Jo-Gol, the party involved, just laughed
his head off.
"Do you like it?"
"Sure."
"Do you like it that much?"
"I told you so!"
"Then lend me some money."
"Yes, I'll lend you...…. No, you punk!"
"Oh, you're not fooled."
Chung Myung clicked his tongue.
He wants to tease Jo-Gol a little more, but seeing Jo-Gol smiling as if he had
gained the world with a white face makes him feel less motivated to tease him.
He was not this happy when he defeated the disciples of Wudang, or even when
they got their hands on Chaos Origin Pill.
‘I guess it was a big wall for Jo-Gol Sahyung.'
Jo-Gol will grow further beyond that wall.
Jo-Gol is second to none in Mount Hua when it comes to sword talent in the
first place. Without Chung Myung, the reputation of Mount Hua First Sword would
have been passed from Baek Chun to Jo-Gol.
‘I wish his talent could bloom over this.'
It's not just the sword
that has to make plum blossoms. The people of Mount Hua must also bloom.
Chung Myung turned his head
away.
Three members of the party were seen. Among them, Tang Zhan still stood staring
at air with half-opened eyes, unable to escape the shock of defeat.
"Don't you want to go?"
"……."
"Or do you need another test?"
Tang Zhan bites his lips tightly.
He has a lot to say. But no words will be meaningful in this situation.
He was defeated by Jo-Gol, not by Mount Hua Divine Dragon or Righteous Sword.
For Jo-Gol, who has not even had a small nickname yet.
It is an inexcusable defeat.
Tang Zhan clenched his fist tightly. Humiliation and defeat. A great deal of
indescribable emotion swirls in him.
It makes him dizzy to think about how much this will bring down his position in
the family.
It was then.
"Here you go."
"……?"
Tang Zhan raises his head.
Chung Myung was seen holding out a bottle of wine to him.
"It's best to have a drink when you feel sick. Swallow it all the
way."
"……."
The absurdity in Tang Zhan's face was evident.
‘Is this guy making fun of me?'
He thought it was unusual, but he is not sure...….
“Did you ever think you would never lose?”
"……."
Tang Zhan opened his eyes wide at a sudden remark.
Chung Myung's words penetrated his mind. But Tang Zhan refused to admit it
right now.
"What are you talking about? I'm not that arrogant. There are many
brothers in the family who are stronger than me!"
"Yes, but it's you."
"What?"
Chung Myung grinned.
"You've never lost to your brother. You've never lost to anyone your
age."
"……."
"There are a lot of people stronger than you right now, but you thought
you'd catch up, right?"
Tang Zhan said nothing and shut up.
Chung Myung grinned at the sight.
‘Why not?'
At this age, all the successful promising talents feel the same way. If they
can grow with their pace, it is not a dream to be the best in the world
someday.
Chung Myung?
Of course, Chung Myung thought so too.
'I haven’t lost at all, but... … .'
It is not the same for the most rising stars. One day they will experience
defeat and one day they will accept their limitations. But...
"Do you think anyone who hasn't lost can be strong?"
"……?"
Tang Zhan looked back at Chung Myung.
And then he flinches.
It's not the playful look he has seen so far. Chung Myung, who looked at his
side with sunken eyes, had the power to make even the world's most powerful
person hold their breath.
"When the wound heals, the flesh becomes harder. In other words, the body
that is not injured doesn't get stronger."
Chung Myung shrugged.
"The choice is yours. Will you use the wounds of this defeat as a stepping
stone to becoming stronger? Or are you going to wriggle about that wound
from your pride?"
Chung Myung stuck out the bottle again.
"What's your choice?"
"……."
Tang Zhan, who was quietly looking at Chung Myung, snatched up the bottle Chung
Myung offered.
And without hesitation, he starts drinking from the bottle.
"Cough."
Frowning at the strong shipper's taste, he returns the bottle to Chung Myung.
"It's bitter."
Chung Myung grinned and took the bottle that Tang Zhan offered.
Glug, glug, glug.
"Keuhhh!!"
Chung Myung, who drank the alcohol in a cool way, said with a supremely good look.
"There's nothing to be so disappointed about. It's embarrassing now,
though."
Chung Myung glanced back at Jo-Gol.
"The world will soon find that losing to him is not a shame."
"……."
Tang Zhan bit his lip a bit.
"That's the way it should be."
"Of course."
When Chung Myung tried to turn around, Tang Zhan called him back.
"May I ask you a question?"
"What?"
Chung Myung looked back in wonder. Tang Zhan frowned slightly.
"How strong are you?"
"Haha."
Chung Myung grinned.
"It's difficult for you right now."
"……That’s……"
“Still, I'm also not sure.”
"Hmm?"
Chung Myung's face is full of mischief again.
"I'll have to be careful if it's not eleven but twelve."
"……."
Tang Zhan looked at Chung Myung with a shocked face.
“How did you… how…?”
"Well, that will be in the distant future. Anyway, try your best. Then,
even if you can't win, you can be the best in Tang Family."
Chung Myung waved slightly and turned completely.
"The guests are leaving!"
And he suddenly went into the hall.
Baek Chun was watching the scene and approached Tang Zhan with a cough.
"Excuse me. He's such an unpredictable guy."
"……no."
Tang Zhan shakes his head.
Strangely enough, he felt at ease.
'I don't know.'
There's no way that a few short conversations can ease his mind.
Tang Zhan offered handshakes at Baek Chun.
"I apologize for the rudeness."
"Me too."
Baek Chun accepted the handshake.
Nevertheless, Baek Chun did not forget to look at Tang Zhan with new eyes.
'It's strange.'
It is the first time that Chung Myung is so interested in someone other than
Mount Hua's disciple. Although he has never met anyone else in the first
place...….
At that time, Baek Chun's eyes suddenly stuck in one place. At Tang Zhan's hand
that taking off the green glove.
He didn't saw it clearly from afar, but when he saw it up close, there were
countless minor wounds on his hand.
‘Does it mean he actually works hard?'
It's unknown. Who can guess what's inside that guy?
"Is this enough?"
"Well... I don't know about that. As I have already said, this is my
family affair. I will just go back and report that I lost to Jo-Gol. After
that, the family will decide."
Baek Chun nodded.
"Please take care."
"Sure."
Tang Zhan retrieves the fallen Willow Flying dagger and turns around.
"Let's go!"
"Yes, sir!"
Tang Myeong carried the fallen Tang Hao on his back and followed after Tang
Zhan.
Mount Hua's disciples sighed as they watched it.
"It was like a storm."
"Will Tang Family stay put, Sahyung?"
"Well."
Baek Chun scratched his chin.
"Sichuan Tang Family was said never forgets even a small grudge.'
Tang Zhan seems to hold no grudges, but his will cannot speak for the Tang
Family. Regardless of his intentions, Tang Family will try to settle the
matter.
Baek Chun sighed deeply.
"We are in trouble again."
"……."
"……."
Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong looked at Baek Chun with absurd eyes.
"Accidents are inevitable..."
"Let's go in. We need
to heal the wounds."
"No, Sasuk, I’m...…."
"Uh-huh. You shouldn't talk. The injury is serious."
"……."
"Keuhuhum!"
Baek Chun coughed heavily and walked away whistling inside.
Yoo Iseol and the third-class disciples who remained there looked back at each
other.
"……Sahyung."
"What?"
"Don't you think Sasuk is getting a little weird these days?"
"……These days? Small?"
"……."
"Ugh, I wonder what will happen to Mount Hua."
The remaining three people sighed at the same time.
* * *
Glug.
Chung Myung who returned to the room to escape the chaos, poured alcohol into a
glass.
And he quietly set the cup
on the other side of him.
There is no one beyond the table. But Chung Myung lifted the bottle and
pretended to bump the glass as if someone was there.
"You look alike."
Chung Myung smirks.
The appearance of Tang Zhan reminded him of old memories.
A long ago. A very long time ago..
Right, a very long time ago.
- No, Taoist Hyung! I told you to save my share! No one's better than me
at putting a dagger in the back of those Magyo!
- Because of those damn bastards, Sichuan has been devastated! I'll never send
them back nicely!
- Are you really a Taoist? No, I've never seen a master like you
before.… . No, put that sword down! Who talks with a sword, not
a mouth? Ugh!
- Hyung-nim... ..Tang Family......Tang technique... My skills.…please…
Like this.
Chung Myung, who put down the bottle a little rough, closes his eyes quietly.
Mount Hua fought the Magyo with everything on the line.
But does Mount Hua was the only one who risked their life in that long war?
'I'm sorry.'
The will to take care of the Tang Family was ultimately unfulfilled. Chung
Myung is dead too. It could be said that he saved Tang Family by knocking down
Chunma (Heavenly Demon).….
Chung Myung knows. That alone cannot be said to have fully kept that promise.
"Your will are
continued."
Twelve daggers.
Twelve Flying Daggers. (십이비도(十二飛刀)
There are still only eleven, but one day, there will be a day when twelve
Willow Flying daggers will be emitted from Tang Zhan's hands.
"Of course, for me, Mount Hua comes first."
But...
"There's nothing to worry about. Even if Tang Family making trouble, I'll
let them off at least once."
‘Because I saw your face.’
Chung Myung picked up the cup on the other side, drank the alcohol in it,
and filled it again.
"Let's have a drink
after a while. It won't taste the same as before."
A bitter smile came to Chung Myung's lips.
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