Chapter - 256 Episode 256. What's opening? (1)


Did you say anger and blessings always come together?

Hyun Sang was fully aware of what that meant.

The blessing I received for now couldn't have been more willing. Now that Hwasan's martial arts is back.

Of course, not all of the martial arts that I had in the past have returned, but the martial arts that I secured this time alone have succeeded in rebuilding Hwasan's framework.

With the exception of the twenty-four-year-old painting method obtained by the Dohan, more than 20 classified students have rolled in.

I'm not tired even if I don't sleep, and I'm full even if I don't eat.

It is fascinating to just look at the displayed wages. No American will ever make him so drunk.

But it was also these non-combatants that caused anger.

"Every Hawasan number is……first of all, higher!"


The oaks quickly pick up every Hawasan water and run to one side.

"What if it's higher?"

"Ten books!"

"Yeah! Let's get started."

"Let's do that."

At that time, an intaglio peeked into Hyun Sang's eyes and started to rhyme.

"By the way…… footnote. Shouldn't you take a break? It's already been four days."

"Yes, I'm not even halfway done yet. How am I supposed to rest? The man of letters is so good, you son of a b*tc*."

"This is bad for your health. I'll tell the long story."

"No, it's not a problem that the writer is trying to teach me. Can I fall asleep now?"

Looking at Hyun Sang's bloodshot eyes, the shaman nodded unconsciously.

The problem was very simple.

Having acquired a large number of salaries in a short period of time, the process of identifying and classifying these salaries.

Why do we need that procedure?

A place commonly referred to as the prestigious Geopa has at least dozens to as many as hundreds of kinds of radios.

Isn't it said that nearly a thousand species of radish, including the 70-year-old bell, are stored in the Janggyeonggak of Shaolin?

One, there is a limit to a person's ability. A person cannot master all 1,000 kinds of ignorance just because he or she has 1,000 kinds of them.

Therefore, each clique had to set up a system of ignorance that their disciples should basically learn, and select the ones that could be learned together according to their aptitude and ability.

So, Hwasan also needs to get a system of learning that he has gained this time. And of course it was the footless Hyun Sang, who was in charge of the whole of Hwasan's anarchy.

"Well, when are we going to finish this?"

Of course it's not easy.

It is also difficult to identify and reorganize many of these irregularities, but the bigger problem is that the level of the irregularities has exceeded the limit that Hyun Sang can handle.

Each one is a new ignorance and an uptick that Hyun Sang has never encountered before.

From Hyun Sang, I need to wrap my head and learn, but I can't tell which one is better and basic. Can't be.

Hyun Sang rubbed his face with both hands.

His bloodshot eyes stare at the still-stained class.

It was then.

"How do you feel?"

Hyun Young looks at Hyun Sang as he walks in through the silent door.

"…It's hard."

"Well, you don't look like a man. And then I count my hair again. Take a break and do it."

"Do I have time for that? Even Jang Moon-in can't sleep."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, so don't you tell me to throw that useless pride away?""Pride?"

When Hyun Sang asked again, Hyun Young nodded.

"Why would the death penalty wrap his head? Chung-Myung can call him and tell him to do it."



Why does Chung-Myung come out here?


"Chung-Myung is stronger than the death penalty."


Hyun Sang shut his mouth.


That's true, but...….It's…….

It's an undeniable.

Didn't bother to think, but isn't everyone in Hwasan now secretly recognizing Chung-Myung as Hwasan's best player?

"One, this is classifying Hwasan's ignorance. So……."

"The death penalty, the death penalty, stop being so frustrated."


"The death penalty doesn't know anything about these schools."


"It's a new way to accept and understand ignorance. Are we old enough to do well? Would a quick little boy do a good job. Don't worry about it. Just look for Chung-Myung."

Hyun Sang burst out laughing as he saw Hyun Young looking for Chung-Myung every time he opened his mouth.

"Hehe. Chung-Myung says he's not some kind of goblin bat, you're looking for him no matter what."

"Don't even bring anything like a goblin bat. Would you be able to get an illustration of twenty-fourths-peddle painting technique that you've ever tapped on a goblin bat?"

"…He is, too."

Come to think of it, it's really great.

Whenever Chung-Myung touches something, Hwasan develops at a speed that doesn't make sense. Compared to just two and a half years ago and now, the word "Hwasan is perfect" has changed to the point of overshadowing.

"So don't be ridiculous about the death penalty and find Chung-Myung."

"What do you mean, Chung-Myung went somewhere?"

"I can't see this guy. Yeah, where the hell did he go? I even orphaned the carp."

……stop feeding me.

He's going to roll around.

Let's go.

The warm wind blows the hem of the clothes.

Chung-Myung lay on the eaves of the White House and was relaxing for the first time in a while.

'Oh, I think I'm'

In fact, I have lived a busy life. I haven't had a good rest since I left Maehwa-dong after finishing the closing. From Namyeong to Seomseo, Sacheon to Unnam. Didn't it almost cross the middle ground?

I did everything I had to do.'

He filled his history with self-help groups and gave him knowledge to learn. It also made the atmosphere of training itself by coaxing and soothing Baek Cheons.

It is safe to say that the first goal that I set when I first came back to Hwasan has now been achieved.

So why don't we just sit around for a while?'

Training is not always a thing to push. Sometimes proper rest is better than radical training.

Just for a month...No, I'm just sitting around.….


At that time, Chung-Myung saw a stranger entering the prose.

He is not Hwasan's disciple by any stretch of the imagination.

"It's a beggar, isn't it?"

Chung-Myung tilts his head.

What a beggar in Wasan...…. No, wait a minute. I think I've seen it somewhere?

"Hwasan The Dragon!"

Just in time, the beggar, who found Chung-Myung lying on the eaves, began rushing in.

My eyes are good, too.


The beggar, who jumped to the top of the eaves at once, suddenly frowned and screamed.

"Hey! How could you do this to me?"

"…Who are you?"


The beggar's face turned black and red.

"It's me, man! Hong Dae Kwang!"

"Uh……, I mean……?"

When Chung-Myung showed signs that he still didn't know, Hong Dae-Kwang tapped his heart as if he was frustrated.

"It's Hong Dae Wang, who used to be the buttress of open Nakyang Bunta! He's been to Unnam.Are you out of your mind?""Oh, you're a beggar, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mr. Beggar...Don't call me that, man!"

Chung-Myung gleamed and looked at Hong Dae Kwang.

Still, I had a good relationship with Hong Dae Kwang in the sword gun.

"But what brings you here?"

"Didn't you hear?"


"Oh, I guess the writer didn't tell you. Didn't you ask me to open up a fire in harmony before?"

"I asked for a few beggars. I didn't ask you to open up your bunta."

"A few beggars live and that's what it's all about. What's the big deal about Bunta? When a beggar sits in a hut, that's what makes you angry."


That's true.

"So what?"

"I'm here to burn the open chord."

"…do you really have to?"

What do you mean, good, man? I had a hard time getting permission."

Hong Dae Kwang was resentful, but Chung-Myung still cast a glum glance.

Hong Dae-wang, who was choked up again with an unhappy look, burst into anger.

"Shouldn't you be happy? You have to be happy!"

"No…… I don't have to…All beggars are the same."

"Not like a normal beggar, not like a normal beggar! The head of the family is a person who is looking forward to opening up!"

"It looks like there's not a lot of talent in opening up."

"Oh, yeah.

Hong Dae Kwang shook his fist.

I can't beat this up.

It's a good thing you don't get beaten up, let alone mettle.

Hong Dae Kwang is also a good farter when it comes to openness, but this monster has no chance. Wasn't he the one who was at the Sword Fighter with the shaman's elder?

"And come to think of it, are you serious?"


"There's a saying that you won against the elders of the Tang family. It's absurd information, and we're still checking the truth in the opening."

"Oh, that."

"Yeah! Is that true?"

Chung-Myung looked at Hong Dae Kwang with a sullen face and extended one hand forward.


"It's a daily routine to eat raw because it's a beggar, but shouldn't you pay for it since the name gets information? You didn't give me the information for free. We need to make sure the deal is clear."

"You thunderstruck! Are you trying to extort money from a beggar?"

"That's convenient. Sometimes it's a beggar, sometimes it's information. Let's just do one. Just one. Don't wear two legs in moderation and transfer whenever you need them."


Hong Dae Kwang made a groaning sound and took out a bottle of tiger in his waist and held it out to Chung-Myung.

"Here you go."

"What is it?"

"Can't you tell when you see it? It's alcohol!"

"I like the money."

"There's nothing to eat and die for, man! If you're willing to pay for every information you get in the open, I'll get it!"

"Come on. Who told you that? Hehe."

When Chung-Myung grinned, Hong Dae Kwang smacked his lips.

You're a slob.

Where's the inspiration in the face of a young face? Why are you so sly?

"You didn't eat it, did you?"

"It's new, it's new!"

"Thank you for the meal."

Chung-Myung opened the cap of the bottle and gulped it down. It was so refreshing and sweet that everyone watching was about to drool.

"Wow, that's great."

"Oh, yes, a man named Taoist...…."

Once again, Hong Dae Kwang quickly continued his speech.

"Just tell me if it's true or not because you drank it. Is that true?"

"Well, I did beat up one old man."

"…It's true. Oh, my God."

Hong Dae Kwang looked at Chung-Myung in dismay.What the hell is this guy looking like?'

I thought he was a monster even when he fought the shaman's elder in the Kendo Federation, but now he took it one step further and won the battle against the elders of the party.

If Hong Dae Kwang hadn't seen Chung-Myung with his own eyes, he would have blown away the beggar's ear-papping that asked for this information.

'There's nothing I can't believe because I've seen something.'

No, more than anything, that nonchalant look is more absurd. I don't think it's anything to him to beat the elders of the Tang family.

No, maybe it's nothing actually.'

It was Hong Dae Wang, who was bewildered at how to report this situation to his superiors.

Then Chung-Myung said in a nonchalant way.

"But why are you here?"

"Oh! That's right!"

Hong Dae Kwang quickly flexed his shoulder and looked straight at him and said,

"Come on, thank this old man. Because I brought important information."


"It's something that Hwasan will know soon, but...…."

"Well, there's no way to raise the stakes if you wait, so just talk fast."


You're such a cute little b*tc*.

Hong Dae Kwang murmured inside and uttered.

"The Shaolin has moved!"

"…What about it?"

"The Shaolin moved!"

"So what about it?"


Chung-Myung was looking this way with a more sullen face than before. Hong Dae Kwang opened his eyes in disbelief.

"Uh……. Shaolin, who's been holding his breath, moved."

Don't you know what Shaolin meant by moving?

Just as Hong Dae Kwang was about to add a word, Chung-Myung said in a nonchalant tone.

"There must be something to pick up and eat."


"That's the way they are. Usually, they pretend to be all serious, but when they get something to eat, they come running to the edge of their stomach."


Hong Dae Kwang's eyes trembled.

He's the only one in the world who speaks of Shaolin in this way.

"So what, how did you move?"

"……It looks like we're going to have a competition."

"What? A competition?"

It was only then that Chung-Myung seemed to show interest. Hong Dae Kwang nodded loudly and added.

"Yes, I think we're going to have a big group competition! You're saying that you're going to blow up a cabbage from Soongsan Mountain"

"What's going to open?"

Chung-Myung's eyes, which had been calm so far, have changed.

"Mu, Moorim…."

"A herd competition?"

"He, yes."

"So, a Bimu competition.

"That's right."

"…a dance contest with all the file rooms?"

"It's a dance competition held in Sorim, so of course it is.…."

At that moment, Chung-Myung rushed in and grabbed him by the collar.

Hong Dae Kwang freaks out and recoils.

"Why, why are you doing this?"



"Where's your backup?"


Chung-Myung's eyes had long gone completely blind.

"Where's the club where I can participate in the pack competition or whatever!"

I got you, you bastards!

I'll pull your hair out!