Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 434. I’m not Plum blossom Sword Saint? (4)
Translator: Xoxo
Editor: Hoamzz
"That……."
Baek Chun opened his mouth cautiously and was sweating.
"That- To that extent...….”
"What?"
The craftsmen of the Tang Family, with bloodshot eyes, looked back at him. Even the world famous Baek Chun flinched back at the insanity in their eyes.
"N- No. It's because I'm worried. You don't have to do this.….”
“What does Dojang think of this?”
"What? It's ……. Sword……."
"Hancheol Sword! Hancheol Sword! It's a bloody Hancheol Sword!"
“…….”
“These are treasured swords in the world that can no longer be made anywhere! But you want me to make it roughly?
"N- No, it's not like that.….”
“If it bothers you, go away! Right now!"
Baek Chun eventually gave up further dissuasion and backed down helplessly.
Then Mount Hua's disciples, who were watching from the back, rushed in.
"What did they say?"
"... Go away."
“…….”
Mount Hua's disciples looked weakly into the workshop.
'No, but do they really need to do that?'’
If it were to breathe soul into making the sword, they wouldn’t stop it. They’d rather cheer.
But that's not what the craftsmen are doing now.
"This bastard! The petals are off!"
"Can't you see that it's sticking out here? Here!"
"Ugh, damn it. It's too hard."
Each of them with chisels and hammers was clinging to their swords and groaning. He was engraving a plum pattern on the sword with his red eyes without sleeping properly for nearly 10 days.
“… … It’s just a sword to use.”
"I know right. Even if you do that, in the end, isn't it all about just becoming pretty?"
"It's nice to be pretty, but...… . But do they even need to decorate it while vomiting blood like that?”
It was beyond the comprehension of Mount Hua's disciples' mindsets.
"Kereureuruk."
"Ei. Why are you collapsing? It's annoying! Get this guy out of here right now!"
"Yes!"
It also threshes the body and soul... … .
Baek Chun, who became very anxious, looked at Tang So-so and said.
"So-so, I don't think we're on the same page, so tell me something."
"What?"
"They don't have to do this.….”
"Yes?"
“…….”
But he soon had to shut up. Tang So-so's eyes lit up.
“Sasuk! It's the pride of a master craftsman! Treasure Sword (보검(寶劍)/ Precious) is meaningful only when it looks like one, just like food that looks good is delicious to eat! Have Sasuk ever seen a master with a rough sword?"
"…none."
“No matter what they look like, Sasuk and Sahyung would be fine if the sword performed well, but the position of the creator is different! What's more, it's a sword made by the Tang Family. If you make it clumsy and other workshops say that the Tang Family is out of age, will you take responsibility for that? Huh?"
“…….”
Tired of her energy, Baek Chun cringed his neck.
‘No, why is her personality getting worse day by day.’
"This is a matter of pride! The pride of the Tang Family is second to none in the world!"
"……Yes, I understand."
Eventually, Mount Hua's disciples gave up persuading the craftsmen.
"But what is Chung Myung doing? If this happened, he would have been the first one to get angry, saying, ‘It's enough if it is good, even if you engrave the plum blossoms great, will the Plum Swords be swung better?’"
“There he is.”
"What?"
"That."
Baek Chun pointed over with his chin.
Chung Myung was at the table in front of the Pavilion. He sat upright, cross-legged, and with a reverent motion, he drew the sword from the scabbard.
In the most reverent and serious…….
"Hahaha."
“…….”
"Kikikikik."
Baek Chun muttered unconsciously as he watched Chung Myung, whose corners of his mouth almost went up to his ears.
“He seems to be in the best mood ever… … .”
"It’s even better than when we found Honwondan."
“From a professional point of view, that’s about the level of finding a tower made of gold.” (A professional in dealing with chung myung ><)
Baek Chun smacked his lips.
"…I don't blame him."
"…Yes."
Jealous.
They’re so jealous.
Just as a musician is greedy for a good instrument, a swordsman basically covets a good sword.
They have seen several good weapons while dealing with the Ten Great Sect, but no sword they have ever seen could compare to what Chung Myung is holding now.
"Why did the old man do that to him!"
"I know right!"
"The old man's eyes are now sprained... So-so! I was wrong. Pu- Put that fist down.”
Jo-Gol, who almost got hit by his Samae as well as Sahyung, flinched back.
Mount Hua's disciples crept up to Chung Myung in unison as if they had promised beforehand.
"……Chung Myung-ah."
"Huh?"
Chung Myung lifted his head slightly.
"…Can we touch it just once?"
"No."
"No, I'm not going to swing, I'm just going to touch it...….”
Slap!
Chung Myung slams Baek Chun on the back of his hand as he approaches.
"How dare such a humble self to touch something precious! Why don't you go away?"
“Oh, let us just touch it once! It will not be worn out!"
"Get out of here!"
Chung Myung defended the sword like a poisoned wildcat. As if he would never give it away.
Baek Chun and other disciples grinded their teeth.
"You cheap bastard!"
"Greedy fellow!"
Usually they would let it go while calling him stingy and dirty, but Dark Plum Sword is just so amazing that they keep glancing over. Anyone who uses a sword can't help but be tempted.
The scabbard alone attracted attention, and when he pulled out the sword, they felt ecstatic.
"That's why you call it Treasure Sword."
“If it’s that much, I’ll bring it around even if it wasn’t sharp.”
"I'll steal it."
When everyone was drooling while looking at the sword.
"It's over!"
"Euaaaa! It's done!"
Finally, a long-awaited cheer broke out. Everyone's eyes turned towards the workshop.
In just 10 days, the craftsmen, who had been skin and bones, came out with a dozen iron swords with energetic eyes that did not suit the skeleton's appearance.
"Silks! Lay down the silk!”
"Yes!"
In front of the workshop, silk was laid down and Hancheol Sword was placed in line on top of it.
‘They cut all the silk to place the sword.’
'Oh my god, how in the world is there a sword with such high stature?’
The fact that they would use the sword which has such a high stature made them begin to flood with excitement.
"Where……."
Tang Gun-ak, who walked out of the workshop, picked up the Hancheol Sword on top of the silk and drew it lightly.
Seurung!
The silver sword appeared with a clear sound that made the ears feel pleasant.
"It’s great."
A smile forms around Tang Gun-ak's mouth.
Seeing a perfectly coordinated weapon was bound to give the same excitement as appreciating a work of art.
"Bring the anvil!"
"Yes!"
At Tang Gun-ak's command, the craftsmen rushed inside and groaned while moving the anvil.
"Here it is, Gaju-nim!"
"Get back."
When the craftsmen stepped back around the anvil, Tang Gun-ak swung the Hancheol Sword lightly at the anvil.
Seusut.
There was no particular noise. A large cast iron anvil, made of cast iron, split in half.
"Huh?"
Even Tang Gun-ak, who wielded the sword, looked at the sword in surprise.
"I don’t think the iron in the anvil is tofu."
This time, he tried to infuse his internal strength. Then, sharp energy spreads throughout the sword. Even if he was not a swordsman, he could wield this much power. He couldn't imagine how powerful it would be if Mount Hua’s swordsmen used this sword.
"Yes, I think they give us a better product than I thought...….”
"Uh……."
"Yes?"
Tang Gun-ak, who was muttering, flinched and looked back. Before he knew it, Mount Hua's disciples were standing behind him, almost drooling.
"Ca- Can I swing it just once?”
"… You can."
"Thank you. Gaju-nim is a good person."
“…….”
Was this enough to hear something like that?
Mount Hua's disciples, each of whom quickly grabbed a sword placed on the ground, began to draw it and look closely at it.
"This- This is very light, Sasuk!"
“How could such a light sword be swung so fiercely? What the hell…."
"Wow. That's why you use a good sword."
"All the swords I've used so far feel like trash."
"I know right!"
Tang Gun-ak smiled delightedly at their reaction.
‘The one you used to use was made by the Tang Family.’
‘Don't you have to think before you speak, you bastards!’
Tang Gun-ak smacked his lips bitterly. But their reaction wasn't incomprehensible either. It's surprising even for him, but how would it be for them?
"Thank you. Thank you very much."
Baek Chun and other disciples ran to the craftsmen and bent their backs as if their faces were touching the ground.
"Haha, please don't do this."
"No! I didn't expect such a good sword to come out. Thank you very much."
"Thank you! I'll buy you a big drink!"
"Oh my. I heard you're the son of the Sahaesnahwe Merchant Association. Isn't this a big deal?"
"Of course! I'd rather take you to the main house."
"Hahahaha. That's enough, boy."
The craftsmen giggled and laughed proudly.
'They're such weird guys.’
No matter how much they belong to the Tang Family, they’re a blacksmith. They are not treated so highly in the world.
Until now, some of the people who received the goods from the Tang Family thanked the Gaju, but none of them bowed their heads so directly.
'Mount Hua.'
‘What an interesting sect.’
‘I could see why Gaju-nim wanted to have a connection with them.’
“Once you’re done, put it on now.”
"Huh?"
Before they knew it, Chung Myung was standing right next to them.
"We’re going to pack it up and go back."
"Right away?"
"Not immediately, but tomorrow morning. You can roll it around and bring this...….”
"You're rolling this around? Are you crazy?"
"That punk only values his own sword!"
"Let's treat Treasure Sword like Treasure Sword!"
Chung Myung flinched slightly at the unexpected backlash from the disciples pf Mount Hua. Then the craftsmen said.
“I have prepared a wooden boxes to hold the sword, so you can put it there.”
"Oh!"
Baek Chun nodded his head in a happy mood.
"Thank you."
"……That only increases the burden and makes it heavier."
"Shut up, you!"
"This mouth!"
Chung Myung groaned and shook his head.
‘We will be going through a lot.’
They're going to have a hard time, so...….
"You can't go back yet."
"What?"
At Tang Gun-ak's words, Chung Myung turned his head. His gaze seemed somehow meaningful.
"Have we held the welcoming party yet?"
"Ah, right. That's why we have to leave tomorrow. I'm going to have a real drink tonight."
"No, that's not what I'm saying."
"…what?"
Tang Gun-ak grinned.
"I'll be satisfied with one day, but will he be satisfied with one day? He wouldn't be satisfied even if he poured alcohol for three days."
"He?”
‘Who are you talking about?’
‘It was then.’
Kureurung!
"Huh?"
As if there was an earthquake, the ground vibrated once.
"What is this……."
Kureureurung!
Once again, there was a big rumbling. Then the ground started to vibrate one after another.
"Is it an earthquake?"
"No, I don't think it's an earthquake."
"That way!"
Mount Hua's disciples flung themselves toward the main gate of the Tang Family.
Tang Gun-ak smiled and said to Chung Myung, looking not surprised at all.
"Let's go, too.”
"What?"
"We have to greet the guest."
And he started walking without saying a word. Chung Myung tilted his head and followed him quietly for now.
"Oh my god, what a bolt of lightning!"
"What the hell is going on!"
The member of the Tang Family, which rushed out of surprise, was buzzing. Mount Hua's disciples, along with Tang Gun-ak, passed them to the gate and stood right in front of the gate.
"Open it!"
When Tang Gun-ak shouted loudly, those who stood in front of them opened the big door wide from side to side.
"Whoa……."
"Wow……."
Eventually, the eyes of Mount Hua’s disciples grew to be the size of a candle.
It is simply a spectacular sight.
Ppuuuuu!
A house-sized beast lifted its long nose and cried, and a tiger twice as big as most tigers roared.
To the left and right of it, a white tiger with white fur revealed its teeth, and a beast with sharp horns protruding from its nose was wrestling.
Beast. Another beast. And a beast.
Big beasts that they had never seen before were walking in line toward the Tang Family.
"Oh my god! What's all that!"
"Don't we have to stop it?"
"What's going on?"
And.
Paaat!
Among the beast's flock, a white marten broke into the Tang Family in an instant and shot at the disciples of Mount Hua who are in the forefront.
"Wha- What!"
"Escape!"
Tok!
Baek Chun, who leaned back for a moment, soon saw Chung Myung standing in front of him with a curious face.
To be exact, above Chung Myung's hand that reached forward.
"Gyareururu!"
A marten with snow-white hair sat on Chung Myung's hand and rubbed on his face.
"Oh, aren't you Baek-ah?"
‘Baek?’
‘Huh? Then?’
"Hahahahahahahat!"
A loud laugh, which seemed to burst the ears, began to ring loudly in the Tang Family.
There are countless people in the world, but there can't be two people with such a loud laugh. Besides, who else can tame these many beats?
"Mount Hua Divine Dragon! Where is Mount Hua Divine Dragon? This one has come, can't you get out of here right now?"
"Hey, where do you put your eye? I'm here!"
"Oh!"
A giant who seemed to be made of a steel tower walked out of the beasts.
"Long time no see, Mount Hua Divine Dragon!"
"Haha... I didn't expect to see you here, Gungju-nim, not in Yunnan."
Maeng So, the Gungju of the Namman Yasugung Clan, laughed loudly and spread his arms toward Chung Myung.
"Good! Good! Let's have a drink today!"
"You've gotten better at drinking!"
"I've grown enough to beat you!"
"Ho? You dare?"
The disciples of Mount Hua sighed at the same time as they giggled and laughed together.
There's no day for the wind to sleep.
No day for the wind to sleep.
(xoxo: ‘no day for the wind to sleep’ means ‘its so lively here’)
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Bet they've forgotten about it.
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