Return of The
Mount Hua – Chapter 251. I Dug My Own
Grave. (1)
"You can't?"
"……."
"Didn't you just say with your own mouth that you could cut Hancheol? But
what do you mean you can’t?"
It's cold.
A dagger flew and pierced his chest.
But to his worry. The tongue is faster than the eyes. (The raw is 하지만 걱정하지 마라. 혀는 눈보다 빠르니까.)
"Tha-That's right."
"Then what do you mean? Can you cut it or you can't?"
"I-I can cut it."
"Hm?"
Hyun Sang tilted his head and frowned.
"Tell me clearly. Why……."
At that moment, Hyun Young screamed.
"Why are you cornering my baby?" (Mtl says killing but changed to cornering.)
"...whe-when am I?"
"Please keep your mouth shut because it's causing the child to have a hard time!"
"……."
Hyun Young clicked his tongue a couple of times and turned his head to Chung Myung. Seeing the process of the face, which was full of irritation, blooming brightly in an instant, it give him goosebumps.
"Right, Chung Myung-ah. There must be a reason."
"O-Of course."
"Then let's hear the reason first."
‘Aah.’
There seems to be a halo behind Elder Hyun Young. So this is the true Tao... ….
‘Yes?’
‘The halo is Buddhism?’
‘……Anyway.’
"Hmm."
Chung Myung cleared his throat.
"Ah, of course, I can cut Hancheol. Of course, I can. That’s how I made the pot."
"Yes, yes."
“However, I suffered a lot while making the pot, and my internal strength was greatly damaged.”
"Hm?"
Hyun Young opened his eyes wide.
"Are you saying you had internal injuries?"
“Uh, that’s… because I put so much effort into making Jasodan…”
"That’s right, that’s right! You're overdoing it!"
"Yes! Exactly!"
Chung Myung sighed.
But at that moment, Hyun Young tilted his head once again as if it were strange.
"But... ...if you had an internal injury, have you eaten Jasodan?"
‘……That's sharp.’
"Oh, I haven't eaten yet."
"Then eat Jasodan and get well soon. What's the problem?"
"Uh…… that."
Chung Myung rolled his eyes.
‘Let's just say anything and get out of this situation!’
"I think I'll be able to take a step further in my cultivation if I take Jasodan this time, so I'm going to take it more carefully."
"Oh!"
"I can't believe you are advancing again! Oh my God!"
‘Don't admire me!’
‘There's no such thing!’
Sweat drips from Chung Myung's forehead.
‘No, why do things work out like this!’
‘Oh my God….’
‘I dug my own grave.’
Hyun Jong, who was listening to all the conversation, controlled the situation.
"So you have to rest and take Jasodan to recover your internal injuries before you can cut the Everlasting Metal."
"Yes, exactly, Sect Leader."
"Then how many days will it take to heal the body?"
"Uh…… I think I'll need a couple of weeks."
"Really?"
Chung Myung grabbed his Dantian.
"I didn't tell you but...…this is a very serious internal injury……."
When Chung Myung made an impression as if in pain, Hyun Young immediately flipped his eyeballs and hit the table.
"This guy! Shouldn't you have said it right away if you were having an internal injury? I didn't even know that and I was just talking as I pleases! Where is it? Does it hurt a lot?"
‘Huh?’
‘It shouldn't be that serious.’
But even Hyun Young wasn't the only one.
Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang were also looking at him with serious faces.
"Chung Myung-ah."
"Yes, Sect Leader."
"Nothing is meaningful without taking care of your body."
"……."
"Forget what I said and go back to Jeongyang. You may take as much time as you like. If you use your energy while having internal injuries, you may be in big trouble. Don't put pressure on Chung Myung by saying useless things in the future!"
"Yes, Sect Leader!"
‘Uh...’
Chung Myung smiled awkwardly as he looked at the serious atmosphere.
‘I’m really screwed.'
‘What should I do?’
"I think he's coming."
Jo-gol smirked as he saw Chung Myung running to the White Plum Dormitory.
"What else is going
on?"
"I'll ask."
Half blocking the entrance, Jo-gol raised his hand slightly toward Chung Myung,
who was running in a straight line.
"Chung Myung-ah The Sect Leader...."
"Get out of the way!"
Whoosh!
"Aaaak.”
Chung Myung threw Jo-Gol who was blocking the entrance far away and jumped into
the White Plum Dormitory.
"……."
Yoon jong's eyes trembled a little while watching the scene.
‘What's going on?’
It's been a while since he saw Chung Myung in such a hurry.
It's Yoon Jong, who doesn't care about Jo-Gol that flew far but only feels
anxious about Chung Myung, who is in such a hurry.
In time.
Krak! Krak! Krak!
Along with the harsh footsteps, Chung Myung appeared again at the entrance of
the White Plum Dormitory.
Yoon Jong looked at Chung Myung with trembling eyes.
"……Chung Myung-ah."
"Yes?"
"What sin have you committed? Stop doing this and think again. I will pray
with you."
It must be the case since the way he came out carrying a large load of luggage
was just like a night escape. Of course, it is not night now though.
"Sahyung."
"Yes, go ahead and tell me."
"I'll be back after a few days."
"…where?"
"I'll take care of myself in Huayin for a while, so don't look for me! Don't
even come to me!"
‘Chung Myung-ah, please think carefully.’
‘Unless they are a crazy person, no one would look for you.’
"Did you tell the Sect Leader?"
"Yes!"
"I see, then have a safe trip."
‘It's best if you don't come back.’
‘Please think about it, Chung Myung. You could be happier outside Mount Hua.’
"Then I'm off!"
"...Uh, yes."
Chung Myung ran to the gate without saying a word. Looking at the back of him,
Yoon jong put on a sad expression.
'It's a very good thing.'
Just the fact that Chung Myung is away for a few days will bring spring to
Mount Hua.
But.
If spring is coming to Mount Hua, then it is clear that winter is coming
somewhere.
Yoon Jong slightly closed his eyes and expressed his condolences to those who
will face winter.
* * *
Eunha Merchant Guild Huayin Branch.
Bang!
"What...."
‘Who the hell are you?’
I wanted to shout proudly, but unfortunately, Hwang Jong's wish didn't come
true.
‘Why are Dojang coming here?'
The reason was very simple. It was because the person who came in with a kick
as if he were about to break the door was someone he knew well.
The person he used to call Sodojang.
However, it was Chung Myung who could no longer be called that way.
"Aren’t this Mount Hua Divine Dragon?"
"Don't call me with a weird nickname, just call me Chung Myung."
"…...how could someone possibly do that?"
Hwang Jong looked at Chung Myung with new eyes.
It has only been two years since he met Chung Myung, but in those two years,
Chung Myung's status has risen tremendously.
The world's best rising star.
The Divine Dragon of Mount Hua.
The genius sword of Mount Hua.
People were referring to Chung Myung with numerous other modifiers. Perhaps it
is the party involved and Mount Hua’s people who do not realize the changed status
the most.
Even here in Huayin, where the influence of Mount Hua is great, the name of
Chung Myung is now more famous than Hyun Jong, the Sect Leader of Mount Hua, so
what more can he say?
If there was a problem, it would be that the person itself had not changed at
all compared to the fame.
Consistency is usually used in a good sense, but when the two letters of
consistency and Chung Myung meet, it creates a sad synergy effect. (The raw is 초지일관한)
"But what's the
matter...…?"
"I'd like a room, please."
"…room?"
"Yes."
Chung Myung nodded.
"I have work to do, but I can't do it in Mount Hua. Give me a room
and don't let anyone approach me."
"……It's not difficult."
First of all, there was Hwang Munyak's order that should proceed with what
Chung Myung said and not question it much. And even without him, Hwang Jong's
answer would not have changed.
How many places in the world refuse when Mount Hua Divine asked for a room?
Even that Shaolin will give him a room first and think about countermeasures.
But if there is any problem...….
"I'd like something greasy and nutritious for three meals a day. Alcohol
of the highest quality! Oh, it's okay to add another bottle of alcohol at
night. No, two bottles!"
"……."
‘He's a Taoist.’ (The raw is 저 새끼가 도인이라는 점이겠지.)
"Is that all you need?"
"I'll take care of the rest, so please take care of the meal."
"Well, I see. I'll do
what you want."
"Ah…… and!"
"Hm?"
Chung Myung smiled mischievously.
"I didn't bring any money because I was in a hurry, so please give me some
money."
"……."
‘That bastard is a Taoist.’
‘He's a Taoist.’
Chung Myung, who occupied the room under the guidance of Hwang Jong, repeatedly
urged no one to approach and locked the door.
Then, he unpacked his luggage and took out the empty booklet and brush and ink
that he had prepared in advance.
"Hng, I would prefer to die rather than suffer!"
It's a terrible situation, but if thinking about it backward, it's a good
opportunity. No one would doubt it if he could create a situation in which the
Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Swordsmanship was found in the Sect Leader's note.
Who would have imagined that there would be some crazy idiot who broke through
the safe made of Everlasting Metal and left behind a secret?
‘It's a problem because there is.'
Chung Myung groaned and looked at the books.
'It's not enough to just roughly throw it randomly.'
No matter how implicitly Chung Myung is recognized as the highest figure
in Mount Hua, his status itself is the youngest.
If such Chung Myung teaches the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword Technique, it
will look strange.
Therefore, it is better to make Un Gum or Hyun Sang could understand it to some
extent. Then, through their teaching, everyone will be able to learn how to do
it.
The problem is...
'Ha, I'm going crazy. Can they really understand this by just looking at the
note?'
Why would the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword Technique be called Mount Hua's
essence and the representative martial arts of Mount Hua?
Even if you look at Wudang, which is a similar sect, they has not only the
Taichi Sword method, but also numerous advanced swords such as the Yangui sword
method (양의검법(大兩意劍法)) and the Chaoyang Sword (조양검(朝陽劍)).
However, Mount Hua survived only with the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword
Technique.
In a good way, they are tenacious, and in a bad way, since they only have one
high-level sword technique, it was a sect with no flexibility.
Why is that?
This is because the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword Technique is difficult.
Even if one starts learning ever since at a young age, it is only after hard
perseverance that they completed it. It is not that there is no higher level,
but most people cannot dare to move on to the next level even after learning
the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword Technique for the rest of their lives.
(The raw is 약관에 들어 배우기 시작해도 불혹에 이르러서야 겨우 완성이 뭔지나 알게 되는 것이 바로 이십사수매화검법이다. 그 윗 단계가 없는 게 아니라 평생 이십사수매화검법을 익히고도 다음 단계로 넘어갈 엄두를 못 내는 경우가 대부분이다.)
And Chung Myung was obliged to properly pass on this Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms
Sword Technique to them.
“It can’t be frivolous.”
Throwing away only the manual and telling them to learn the Twenty-Four Plum
Blossoms Sword Technique is the same as giving the blind man a scale and
telling him to bring three gram of sugar on the way back from Haenam Island.
Therefore, what he had to make
now was not a manual, but an illustration of the Twenty-Four Plum
Blossoms Sword Technique.
One set of moves in one book. (The raw is 한 초식당 한 권.)
Twenty four books in total!
He has to make this as soon as possible.
"Ugh.”
Chung Myung scratched his head.
In his previous life, he used to hold a brush once a year, but he doesn't know
how many books he had already written in this life.
"But I still have to do it though!"
And do it perfectly on top of that!
Even in the eyes of Tang So-so,
‘Oh! this is what it means.'
And then in as much detail as she can understand right away!
Seuk. Seueuk, Seueuk!
Chung Myung began grinding his ink in a cautious manner.
"Since it's like this, I'll take this opportunity to fill it up
again!"
A fire blazed in his eyes.
It's not just the Twenty-Four
Plum Blossoms Sword Technique.
Since it was important to learn the basics right away, all the martial arts
that could not be handed over to Mount Hua should be pushed inside the safe
with this opportunity.
If he misses this opportunity, he might not have a chance to hand over martial
arts again.
"Huup!"
After a short break of breath, he opened the empty book and began to fill the
blanks at a formidable speed.
His eyes, which constantly write in a straight posture, are released dimly.
Seut. Seueut. Seut.
Soon, only the sound of his breathing and the rustling of brushes and papers
reverberated in the room.
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