Chapter 283

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Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 283. Life is supposed to be unfair (3)

"This is it! This is it!"

"Tsk. I can't help it. Living as I am... huh?"

Chung Myung tilts his head, lifts up the bottle, and shakes off.

"... ...none?"

He turned his head and looked at the bottles piled up in one corner.

"One, two, three...…. Nine. Nine?"

Then he has opened the last.

The wine is out.

His hand shook as he grabbed the bottle.

‘I don't have any alcohol?’

It's not working.

It's not enough yet.

Chung Myung was shaking an empty bottle of liquor and groaned.

"I wish I could drink just one more bottle."

What should he do?

Chung Myung turned his head slightly and looked out the window. It's a narrow window for a man to get out, but it's not a hard job for him to get through there.

He can sneak out and go to the town...….

- Never! Never make an accident in these two days! Never!

Hyun Jong's earnest voice echoed in his head and made him flinch.

"Ughh.”

Chung Myung, who had been agonizing, eventually shook his head.

'I've lost my temper a lot, too.'

If it were he in the past, request of Sect Leader or whatnot, he would have jumped out and had a drink if he wanted to.

‘Ah, so that's why Jangmun Sahyung would always (looked like he) get a seizure when he heard anything about alcohol.’

‘Well, I'm sorry. Cheon Mun Sahyung.’

- Hey, you hard-headed punk! You're a Taoist!

‘Where do wild beasts cry? I hear nonsense.’

"Hmm."

Chung Myung, who coughed low, smacked his lips.

"It's a shame."

Since there has already been a record of having an incidence once, it is a bit difficult to ignore the words of the Sect Leader and go down the mountain.

Chung Myung sighed and went outside.

"They not here?"

In the past, Baek Chun’s group guarded Chung Myung's residence.

However, no one was seen now, perhaps because the disciples of Huayin Sect came and became chaotic, or because they were embarrassed to show themselves watching Chung Myung in front of the subsidiary sect disciples.

'There is no place like a kitchen here.'

Even if there is, it's a temple kitchen, will he have to search for a hundred days before he can find alcohol?

'Hmm.'

As he scratched his cheek, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"No, no, no. There's no guarantee that Huayin Munju-nim only brought my liquor. Maybe he brought some too for Sect Leader or the Elders."

Chung Myung smiled and moved on.

Huayin Munju’s residence is definitely over there… … .

"What?"

His steps paused.

Out of the window in the yard, a man dressed in Mount Hua’s black uniform was seen hurriedly going somewhere.

"Huh?"

Chung Myung grabbed the window frame with his eyes shining.

"Tsk, tsk. This is why I can't take my eyes off you. If I take my eyes off for a second, you'll cause an accident."

Chung Myung jumped out of the window without making a single sound. And with his hands in the back, he started walking slowly towards the place where someone had just run.
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Hwiing.

The sword cuts through the air.

Beads of sweat dripped down his face, and even though his legs began to tremble, Baek Sang continued to swing his sword.

His hand was squeezing hard and bleeding, but his sword did not stop.

'It's because of me.'

It was a situation in which they were almost able to complete a high achievement that the subsidiary sects could boast to the world. But as he was defeated, they missed the opportunity to make the name of Mount Hua spread throughout the world.

What's more upsetting to him is that no matter what Mount Hua does from now on, he can't contribute to that.

Only him.

Udeuk.

The bitten bottom lip was torn slightly and blood was dripping down.

'Why am I always.'

Of course, he knows.

That he himself is getting stronger.

He is beating the prestigious disciples who he never even dare to deal with in the past. It was unimaginable for Baek Sang, who was frozen when he only looked at Southern Edge Sect’s disciples.

Nevertheless, the impatience does not disappear because of the third-class disciples that have gone ahead of him at such a fast pace.

Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol.

Baek Sang knows. He is no longer the second in command of the second-class disciples. Yoo Iseol has already gone to the point where he can't catch up, and some of the second-class disciples trained by Chung Myung have already overtaken him.

Even among the third-class disciples except for Yoon jong and Jo-Gol, those who outrun him began to emerge.

Strength is relative.

No matter how strong he gets, people who outperform him within the sect have started pouring in, so how can he comfort him by holding on to the fact that he is getting stronger?

What he had been ignored and turned away over and over has now come to fruition. He could no longer ignore this situation.

Kkuuk.

Power entered his hand holding the sword. An excruciating pain rushed through his hand, but Baek Sang did not relieve his strength but instead pushed even more as if to break the handle.

'It happened because I was weak and stupid.'

He didn't have a big dream.

Even before Chung Myung appeared, he had a mountain called Baek Chun that he could never cross.

His dream was just to assist such Baek Chun and make Mount Hua a better sect.

Right, it's just that simple...….

Baek Sang's sword halted.

Slowly lowering his sword, he took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.

A large moon in the cloudless night sky was looking down at him.

'Am I unsuitable for Mount Hua?'

He doesn't think like this because he lost.

In fact, it's been a while since he thought about this.

In the past, Mount Hua was a sect led by him and Baek Chun. But he's too slow compared to Mount Hua's fast-changing pace since Chung Myung appeared.

So he sometimes felt it was hard to keep up with this pace of growth. Even though he didn't show it outside.

But…….

If he comes all the way here, he has no choice but to think.

'Maybe I'm disturbing others?'

Could it be that the incompetence person as the second-class disciple is blocking the way for those who can sit down and grow more?

Baek Sang looked still at the moon in the sky.

‘It's bright.’

He didn't wish for the sun.

Because it belongs to someone else. What he wanted was a moon-like position overlooking the darkness while the bright sun lit the world and went to rest.

But for him now, let alone the moon, even the stars felt overwhelming.

What the hell am he supposed to do in the future?

"Eucha."

Then, a small voice came from behind his back.

Baek Sang looked back at the voice.

"Huh?"

There was a face there that he had never imagined.

Baek Sang frowned slightly as he looked at Chung Myung who trudged along.

"…How did you know I’m here?"

"It's weird not to know when you're going out like that."

"It's been a while since I came out."

"It took me a while to get down to town."

"What?"

‘Town?’

‘Why are you there?’

Chung Myung took something out of the bundle and threw it at Baek Sang.

Tok.

Baek Sang accepted Chung Myung's throw reflexively.

Soon after seeing the white bottle in his hand, Baek Sang opened his eyes wide.

"…alcohol?"

"How about a drink?"

Baek Sang sighed quietly as he saw Chung Myung smiling. And he took a look around once.

'Is this okay?'

This is Seongsan Mountain.

A place where the world's martial artists are regarded as a sacred place.

No matter how far they are from Shaolin's gate, drinking alcohol at Seongsan Mountain was way beyond Baek Sang's values.

But…….

"Aren't you going to drink?"

"I-I will!"

Sometimes it wouldn't hurt to have a deviation like this.

Baek Sang carefully opened the bottle and smelled the aroma that came out.

"Ugh."

It must be a poison that pokes the nose.

"I was thinking about buying a good one, but I thought this would suit me better today."

"……."

‘You're unnecessarily delicate.’

Baek Sang took the bottle to his mouth in silence.

Gulp. Gulp.

"Kaah!"

His throat felt like it was on fire as the drink passed. But now he doesn't hate that feeling.

"Kikikik."

Chung Myung laughed as he watched Baek Sang drink, and he started drinking from the bottle himself.

Glug, glug.

"Keuh! This is why I live."

He grinned and rummaged through his belongings again. Soon, a roast duck spread in front of Baek Sang.

Baek Sang shook his head.

‘Alcohol and meat in Seongsan Mountain.'

It was unthinkable.

Nevertheless, the reason why he doesn't get up is that he doesn't feel that strange.

Because of him.

Baek Sang narrowed his eyes and looked at Chung Myung.

One day, he suddenly fell on Mount Hua and turned the whole thing upside down.

Baek Sang drank again without saying a word.

There was no word between the two for a while. Only the sound of drinking alcohol and the sound of grass bugs spread quietly in Seongsan Mountain.

Chung Myung opened his mouth first.

"Right."

"Huh?"

"Are you feeling better?"

"……."

Baek Sang looked silently at the night sky.

"There are times when you lose in life. What are you so upset about? And he's the one who we can't win now. No matter who stepped up...…."

"No, it's not like that."

Baek Sang cuts off Chung Myung.

Chung Myung looked at him with unfamiliar eyes.

No urging, no questioning.

He just waits for Baek Sang to let his mind go.

“That’s just how sparring is. If I meet someone stronger than me, my skills will inevitably drop to some extent. I was prepared for that from the beginning.”

"Um."

"That's not why I'm feeling stuffy right now. Because at one point, I felt that the other people in Mount Hua were running at a different speed than me."

Chung Myung looks at Baek Sang silently.

"I knew it. That my talent for the sword isn't that great. And now I know one more thing. The reason I was able to be stronger than the others was just because I spent more time training than them."

Baek Sang's voice was so calm. Maybe it's because he's talking about a thought he's been thinking about for a long time.

"That's why I'm scared. I'm afraid that everyone will get ahead of me. No, it would be nice if I could follow even at the very end... I'm afraid I'll even miss those who lead in the end. I'm afraid I'll end up being a nuisance to Mount Hua, as the people who've gone ahead get far enough out of my sight."

After a sip of the drink,  Baek Sang sighed and grumbled.

“Of course, it must be difficult for you to understand.”

"Uh. I don't know what you're talking about."

"…I should not talk to you."

Baek Sang took a deep breath.

It won't be easy for Chung Myung to understand his mind. Chung Myung lives in a different world than Baek Chun and Jo-Gol, who seem to be all united with talent.

A rabbit cannot understand the heart of a flying phoenix. The phoenix, however, is also unable to understand the rabbit's mind running on the ground.

Baek Sang thought there was such a big gap between Chung Myung and himself.

"So, you're saying it's a problem because Sasuk lacks talent?"

"……not necessarily……."

Baek Sang hesitated for a moment, then sighed in succession.

"I don't know, Chung Myung. Mount Hua found its way. You made them find the way. But I...…."

"Oh, that's enough."

Chung Myung cut off Baek Sang's word with a single word.

"You're obviously trying to be pathetic, aren't you? I hate that kind of thing."

Baek Sang glared at Chung Myung.

A scumbag-like bastard. (싹퉁 바가지 같은 놈.)

Sasuk is talking like this. (The raw is 사숙이 이렇게 말을 하는데.)

"Instead."

Chung Myung smiles.

"Do you want me to tell you a story?"

"…Story?"

"Yes, an old story. Once upon a time, there was a person who was like Sasuk."

Chung Myung's eyes sank lonely.

Baek Sang unknowingly shut his mouth to the expression of Chung Myung, which he rarely.

'What the hell is this guy...….'

What does he hold and what does he think?

Power entered his hand, holding the bottle.  

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