Chapter 262

Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 262. No, but what about those bastards? (2)

"Hnng."

Hyun Jong pressed his forehead as if he was in trouble.

Then he opened his ax eyes and screamed.

"Can't you raise your arms straight!?"

Chung Myung raised his arm, which had been lowered gently, again.

He was being punished for kneeling and raising his arms in one corner of Zhongyue Inn.

"Hey, you punk! How can you not endure that moment and cause an accident!"

"No... those bastards swore at Mount Hua first!"

"This guy still!"

"Chet!"

"Keeung!" (Hard to put it into word but my image is he holding back anger. Usually I would put it like, “Hngg”.)

When Hyun Jong tried to grab the back of his neck and collapsed, Hyun Sang quickly helped him.

"Are you all right, Sect Leader?"

"Ugh……. It seems like life span is dwindling."

Hyun Sang looked at Hyun Jong with a worried look on his face, but Hyun Young watching the scene from the side was very upset.

"You've improved a lot as you rejuvenated, so you can decrease it a little. Why else would you starve your child? Rather than that, why do you starve the child? Even if you punish him, you have to feed him. Chung Myung-ah, get up. Eat!"

Then Hyun Jong raised his voice again.

"I'm punishing him right now.…!"

But Hyun Jong flinched and stopped talking.

It was because Hyun Young looked at him with bloodshot eyes.

That's... … Doesn't it have the momentum to eat people?

"Sect Leader."

"……huh?"

Hyun Jong responded with a trembling response to the gloomy voice.

"Did you forget? The sect ran out of grain, the memories of hunting wild animals and digging up tree roots with the children?"

"……No, I didn't forget."

"Do you know what I made up my mind when Mount Hua, which I was so proud of as a prestigious sect, was digging for roots because it had nothing to eat?"

"I-I don't know?"

Hyun Young clenched his teeth and said.

"I promised myself that if I could make a living later, I wouldn't starve the children even if I was going to die. It's good to punish them, but I hope you don't make them skip their meals. Do you understand me?"

"……Yes."

Only then did Hyun Young, who loosened his face, look back at Chung Myung with a big smile.

"Chung Myung-ah. Go and eat. Come on."

"Yes!"

Chung Myung jumped up and ran to the table full of meat. Watching that, Hyun Jong grabbed his head as if in pain.

'What sin did I commit in my previous life ….?'

To have such a Saje, and such a disciple.

With a deep sigh, he turned his head and looked at Hyun Young and Chung Myung.

"Right……. Well, I don't think I've ever had a hard time...…."

It was then.

"Elders, can I order some alcohol?"

"Yes, yes! Help yourself! If you're going to eat it, you should eat the best one!"

"Munch! Munch!"

"There you go! There you go! My child."

Hyun Jong closed his eyes tightly.

Hyun Jong's sadness was that he would rather cover his ears, but he couldn't.

'Let's stop caring.'

Looking at such things only shortens the lifespan he has extended at best.

Hyun Jong looked at the people in front of him with a stiff face.

His eyes turned to one of them.

When he sees a person whose lips are torn and eyes have become chestnut, tears fall from his face.

"…I'm sorry."

"N-No."

Jo Malsaeng, who was excitedly beaten by Chung Myung, waved his hands with an uncomfortable face.

Mun Pyeong, the horse-like man sitting next to him, opened his mouth with a bitter smile.

"Don't worry, Sect Leader. Isn't Kangho the place where one has nothing to say even if their neck flies away when they get caught swearing a sect? Thank you for finishing it this way."

"Ugh…… but still..."

"This friend must also learn something from this incident. I thought one day I should give him a good scolding because he usually talks so carelessly...…."

Mun Pyeong peeked back at Jo Malsaeng.

He only pouted as if he had anything to say about it.

"Tsk tsk."

Mun Pyeong clicked his tongue.

‘Right, I knew this would happen once.'

Above all, in Kangho, one have to be careful with own mouth. Those who speak recklessly are bound to offend someone.

Mount Hua is a Taoist and a place that claims to be a righteous faction, so it ended up like this. If he had met a cruel man, he would have been cut off on the spot and could not even make an excuse.

But what's surprising is...….

Mun Pyeong's eyes turned slightly. He could see Chung Myung sitting on the table and drinking happily.

'Mount Hua Divine Dragon.'

He heard the rumor, but he didn't expect it to be that much.

In fact, Jo Malsaeng, who is sitting next to him, is a person who is strong in his own way, unlike his light mouth. But he was beaten unilaterally without even trying to resist.

A surprise attack?

'No way.'

Nothing is ugly about martial artists’ surprise attacks. It is basic for anyone who lives in Kangho to always prepare for a surprise attack hiddene in the dark.

Jo Malsaeng is not a person who doesn't understand it, so it means he lost with his skills.

'Mount Hua's skills are more than I've ever heard.'

Maybe Mount Hua will bring a storm to the Murim Competition.

‘It's not just Mount Hua Divine Dragon.'

His eyes turned to Mount Hua's disciples, who were eating meat next to Chung Myung.

"Waiter! More meat here!"

"Dumplings, too!"

"Alcohol! Alcohoool……."

Baek Chun's eyes were glaring, and the second-class disciple, who was shouting for alcohol, bowed hid deeply.

"There's always someone ends up overstepping."

"…I'm sorry."

"Don't worry."

"……."

Literally, Mount Hua's disciples devour the food.

Mun Pyeong ended up laughing low.

‘It's a little different from Mount Hua Sect I thought of.….'

When it comes to Mount Hua, it's like...….

Instead of having a slightly weaker Taoism tendency than Wudang, it felt like a group of swordsmen with high pride in the sword. But now, in his eyes, Mount Hua is simply...….

"They're like bandits."

"Yes, band...…. shut your mouth!"

"……."

Jo Malsaeng, who had spoken with a pouty mouth, kept his mouth shut due to Mun Pyeong's yelling.

'Of course, they does seem like a real bandit.' '

It's a shame that they are not wearing animal skins but a good-quality uniform that make them look more refined than a bandit.

If the clothes were taken off, they are just bandits who come down to rob the village.

If it weren't for the plum blossom-engraved swords hanging from their waists, Mun Pyeong would have doubted whether these were really Mount Hua Sect.

"Keuhum."

Mun Pyeong, who coughed in vain, asked Hyun Jong.

"Then are you on your way to attend the Murim Competition?"

"That's right. I sent the child first to order a meal in advance, and I didn't expect this to happen in the meantime.…. I'm ashamed of myself."

When Hyun Jong didn't know what to do, Munpyeong held the complaint.

'This man is naive, not fit for his position.'

If it had been the Sect Leader of another sect, they would have tried to indict Jo Malsaeng for ignoring his sect as soon as he heard the situation.

Mount Hua Divine Dragon, who condemned him, is more likely to receive an award than be punished.

But he looks so sorry.

'With the Sect Leader who is like a Taoist like this... … .'

Mun Pyeong, who peeks at Mount Hua's disciples, smiled.

‘It's a completely different combination of disciples. I wonder what the hell this sect will look like.'

And he lowered his posture a bit more.

"Sect Leader. we are very sorry if you are in such trouble even though we have committed a crime. I will apologize on behalf of this person, so please understand with a broad mind."

“In places where there is no one, even one curses the country, how could that be a sin?”

"I swear where I am, but if I swear where I am, my throat will run away."

"Well."

Munpyeong smiled brightly.

"I and this talkative friends often called "Masoigaek (마서이객(馬鼠二客))." in Kangho. We're quick to hear news from Kangho, so we will tell you when we hear a secret story about the Murim Competition to repay his sins."

"I'd appreciate it if you could."

Mun Pyeong smiled brightly and ended the conversation.

"If you allow us, we'll be on our way now."

"Weren't you staying here?"

"No, we just stopping by."

In fact, he was going to stay here today, but after the situation came to this, he had no face to take up the seat and sit down.

When Mun Pyeong glanced at him with a dissatisfied face, Jo Malsaeng sighed and got up from his seat.

"I'm so sorry again, Sect Leader. I'll be right...…."

"No. It's really fine."

“I will surely repay this favor.”

Jo Malsaeng, who took a deep breath, turned around with an awkward face. Mun Pyeong followed after him.

"Keung……."

When the situation finally settled, Hyun Jong sighed and looked back at the Elders.

"I'm worried."

"What do you mean?"

"He is already making trouble like that... I wonder if it'll be quiet in Seongsan."

Hyun Young smirked when he heard that.

"So what if there an accident?"

"Yes?"

Hyun Young's face darkened slightly.

"When a weak man makes an accident, it's an accident, but when a powerful man makes an accident, it's a spirit. How many times have Shaolin and shamans been involved in other people's affairs and made a mess? What did the strong people say every time? Didn't they say it is a spirit and made agreement?" (The raw is 기개. Courageous spirit according this.) (The raw is 그게 기개고 협의다 하지 않았습니까?")

"Um."

"Leave him alone. After we die, they'll have to lead Mount Hua. It's not a good idea to make them blindly conform to our norm."

"…Leave that Chung Myung alone?"

At Hyun Jong's words, Hyun Young looked back.

"Argh!"

Chung Myung was brutally stabbing Jo-Gol, who was after his meat.

"...I think he should be a little restrained."

"Keung."

‘I'm worried. I'm worried.’

Contrary to Hyun Jong's concerns, Mount Hua group’s journey went smoothly.

Of course, Chung Myung did something absurd in the middle, but fortunately, nothing major happened thanks to Baek Chun's response and Hyun Young's mediation, which is now chronic.

A few days after that.

Mount Hua's disciples finally arrived at the bottom of Seongsan Mountain.

"Oh!"

"Seongsan!"

Mount Hua's disciples who look at Seongsan Mountain exclaim in admiration.

Although it may not be the most famous mountain in the world, the most famous mountain in Kangho is Seongsan Mountain.

The reason is simple.

It was because Shaolin is located in this mountain.

Thousand Years Shaolin. (천년소림(千年小林).)

This Buddhist sect, named Shaolin because it is located at Sosil Peak (소실봉(少室峰)) of Seongsan Mountain, has led (I think it is as in powerhouse.) Kangho for many years.

It was only natural that everyone's hearts were filled with excitement, as they came to visit Shaolin, whom they had always heard of.

"Doesn't the mountain look like something?"

"All mountains are the same. What does it look like?"

"No, but it feels very different from Mount Hua. If Mount Hua is lofty and elevated, Seongsan is soft and gentle. Should I say that it feels warm enough to embrace everything?”

That alone was enough to give Mount Hua's disciples a different feeling.

Besides...

"Why are there so many people?"

"I don't think they are a martial artist."

The road to Sosil Peak was made up of a sea of people and merchants who opened a war with flowers. (The raw is 소실봉으로 향하는 길은 향화객과 난전을 연 장사치들로 인산인해(人山人海)를 이루고 있었다.)

For the disciples, who had always been accustomed to the secluded and quiet Mount Hua, this alone was like a different world.

Then Yoon Jong asked as if puzzled.

"Elders, does Seongsan always have this many visitors?"

"Um, well. It's the first time I've been to Seongsan myself."

The Elders couldn't have been much different. The disciples and the Elders were the same in that they had been tied to Mount Hua all their lives.

As they realized the status of Shaolin, they already felt a little overwhelmed.

It was then.

"It's not usually like this. Maybe it's because there are a lot of people who came to see the competition."

"Really?"

Yoon Jong looked back at Chung Myung, who had given him an answer.

"But how do you know that?"

"...uh. I've been here once when I was living as a beggar."

"There's something to eat in the mountains?"

"I'm here to eat temple food."

"……."

Chung Myung looked at the crowd and said in a nonchalant way.

"Mount Hua used to be like this."

"Um."

The low voice, which seemed to say nothing special, penetrated the hearts of Mount Hua’s disciple.

Baek Chun said in a calm voice.

"Sect Leader."

"Hm?"

"After this Murim Competition, Mount Hua will be crowded with people, right?"

Hyun Jong smiled brightly.

"Of course it should be."

"Yes, then…….."

Chung Myung stretched out.

"Let's go take a look at how great these elite sects are."

The Elders nodded their heads.

At the same time, a thought entered their head.

Of course, it is the first time for them to experience a prestigious sect properly.

But.

‘It's the first time for them, too.'

To go through a guy like Chung Myung.

Thinking about it that way, it was the Elders who think of them as pitiful.

"Let's go!"

"Yes!"

Mount Hua's disciples began climbing Seongsan Mountain with a determined look in their eyes.

'Shaolin.'

Chung Myung, who was following them from the back, slightly rolled up the corners of his mouth.

'The Murim Competition you think is already over.'

‘This Murim Competition will only be for Mount Hua.’

Because this Chung Myung will make it that way.

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