"Coops! Coops! Put this down!"
"Where are you?"
"Let it go, you son of course! I'm out of breath!"
Chung-Myung held Hong Dae Kwang by the collar and let go. Hong Dae-Kwang sat there and coughed and pointed at him with his eyes wide open.
"Hey, you don't even have a suicide note? I've been eating more than you for 10 years!"
"Let's not do that when we're getting old together."
Chung-Myung kicked his tongue inside as he watched Hong Dae Kwang, who was wriggling with anger.
I can't believe I'm being treated like a child by these guys.'
It was a very sad reality.
You're old enough to hear your grandfather from the open ark.…. Yeah.
"Anyway, so where's that bat? Don't tell me these bastards left him out."
"It's hot news that just came in! It'll take a few more days unless the ship's wings fly in!"
I just left it out.
I will write "Bald" on the head of Shaolin's room.
"Is there anyone who doesn't know the spirit of Hwasan? Especially in the western part of the Middle East.…."
Hong Dae Kwang, who was babbling, suddenly blurted the end of his speech. Chung-Myung tilted his head and asked.
"…I've been thinking about it."
Hong Dae Kwang's expression looked more serious than before.
"He…… Shaolin is a doorkeeper who is not interested in the outside world.… isn't he, uh, a little east?"
"Well, then don't you know that Hwasan is different from what he used to be."
"…What do you mean?"
"Oh, no, I mean...…If you think that Hawasan is still a failing gatekeeper in Shaolin, you may not send the book……."
As he continues to speak, Chung-Myung's head becomes more and more crooked.
Hong Dae-Kwang was fed up and bit his body at the moment as his face spread violently.
Sure enough, Chung-Myung fired from his mouth.
"These pups...How dare you ignore Hwasan?"
"Ji, calm down, Hwasan The Dragon!"
"No, since when have these bastards been so successful?""
Hwasan The Dragon.
Shaolin used to be a great singer. Think about it carefully.
"Bae-chop? You're talking about that!"
"What, what are you going to do?"
Chung-Myung rolled around with his eyes glistening.
"I'm thinking about it."
You don't look worried at all. I think the answer is already set.
"What, what are you thinking about?"
"It's nothing. Shall we go into Shaolin and make a mess of it?…. Or should I visit another gatekeeper who has been assigned to receive the transfer politely?"
I don't think either side has the right idea.
'Is this what a real master can think?'
It was called Ilshinwoo Ilshin and Hong Dae Kwang, who checks out the new position of Inseong every time he meets Chung-Myung.
"…The sound is far away. Yes, Jongnam. Jongnam, I'm jealous of you. In a good way, I'll give you a book!"
Why are you clenching your fist when you're saying nice things...….
At this point, Hong Dae Kwang's troubles have spread to other places.
Would it be a good thing for Hwasan to get his old movie back?'
I'm sure he's in the middle of it.
Wouldn't it be better to have a world dominated by magic than to have him lead the way?
At that time, Chung-Myung turned his head, and Hong Dae Kwang, who was agonizing, flinched again.
"Did the cabbages arrive in Jongnam?"
"Ji, calm down, Hwasan The Dragon! Things don't go so fast!""No! Now!"
"Isn't it a herd competition held in Sorim? It takes at least three months to get ready! It will take another week, at the very least!"
Chung-Myung frowned as if he didn't like it.
In the end, Hong Dae Kwang spoke with the utmost generosity.
"And if you don't get a badge from Hwasan, I'll make sure I get it from my superiors!"
But Chung-Myung squinted and looked at him with suspicion.
"Is the old man?"
"…What the hell do you think I am?"
"It's a beggar, isn't it?"
Uh... it's a beggar. I'm a beggar, but...….
"I'm the man of openness! I mean, I have the power to suggest that to my superiors!"
"Hmm. I can't believe it."
Hong Dae Kwang's eyes were filled with water.
Why did I come to the harmony?
I wouldn't have been sad if I had just stayed as Nakyang Bunta Buntaju. What kind of richness do you think you're going to enjoy? You're going to come all the way from this far island and you're being treated like a cat?
You're such a brat!
"Anyway, wait a few days! Because the book will arrive."
"I got it for now."
"So that's it, right?"
Hong Dae Kwang sighed deeply.
He said he'd get along with a tough guy, but he's the one who gets attached and sets up himself.
At times like this, you need to get away from him quickly...….
Chung-Myung turned his head towards Hong Dae Kwang as if he had thought of something.
"Come to think of it, what happened when I told you to get a beggar? Did you get him?"
Hong Dae Kwang's eyes trembled.
'Wow, you didn't forget that.'
Isn't this almost a morbid obsession?
"Come on, I've got you. But you were away for too long, so I sent you back."
"What? Who told you to send it back?"
"Gee, that's not the point right now. And he'll probably come to Shaolin, so if you have any business, take care of it there."
"That beggar, you're lucky!"
Chung-Myung looked up.
Looking at the eyes, Hong Dae Kwang began to worry seriously.
Is something really happening to Shaolin or Jongnam?'
Jongnam looks especially anxious.Poor people, why are you acting like this guy...….
And fortunately for Jongnam, three days later, a man visited Hwasan.
* * *
"Are you from Sorim?"
"That's right, Jang Moon-in. So-seung is Hye Bang from Shaolin."
"I welcome you to Hawasan."
After a light greeting, Hyun Jong looked at the guest with heavy eyes.
A calm look on his face with par-cut hair.
And a red gun wrapped around his body.
All of them come together to create a serious atmosphere.
It's Shaolin indeed.'
How many masters are there in Shaolin when someone this size runs errands like this?
It was a place that could be called the northern head of the Shaolin River.
"So, what did Shaolin do for you?"
At that word, Hye Bang took an envelope out of her arms.
"This is a match that the leader of Shaolin delivers to the man who wrote it."
Hyun Jong, who picks up the envelope, opens it on the spot and takes out the book.[Cheonhamulim Convention]
It's an obvious name.
But if the name came from Shaolin's mouth, it would never be obvious.
Hyun Jong squinted his eyes and opened the enclosed letter.
Hyun Jong folded the library again.
It was a very polite tone, but perhaps the same letter is being delivered elsewhere.
'One, a shaman or Jongnam must have gone to a different library.'
Just by reading this letter, I could see how much Hawasan Shaolin now thinks.
Come to think of it, it's something to be glad about just the fact that the batch has arrived. But Hyun Jong found it hard to erase the subtle bitterness.
"What if it's a herd competition?"
"I heard that you want to set up a gathering for the long-running writers of each clique. At the same time, we will hold a memorial contest for friendship and development."
"No way. I'm planning to limit participation in the Bimu contest to less than ibre."
Hyun Jong looked at Hye Bang with a subtle smile.
"It's a great thing. But…… how dare our Hwasan, who was pushed out of the old file room, be eligible to participate in such a place?"
"Amitabha, how can you say that? Not only will the Old File Room, but also Oh Dae-se and other major literary groups will attend the contest. So don't worry."
As soon as the words were over, a snort came from behind.
Hye Bang turned her head slightly, and one of the people in the back was leaning against the wall and looking at this side with crooked eyes.
You look young.'
I can understand the hostile view of him. Hwasan was expelled from the old file room, and Shaolin was among those who carried out the eviction is undeniable.
However, the problem is that this is not only the place of Hwasan Jang.
It is also strange that a young student is with an important position to receive guests from Shaolin, but the young student's attitude is almost unbearable.
Even stranger, none of Hwasan's adults would try to restrain him from doing so. Even Hyun Jong, a long writer.
What a waste of a name.'
Hyun Jong opened his mouth before Hye Bang's frown became deeper.
"So, did you say you were having a Bimu contest?"
"What format is it? Not all the disciples of all the literary circles could participate."
"I wish I could, but it's not easy in reality. So I had no choice but to put a little difference."
"Look at the colors of the batons."
Hyun Jong slightly lowered his gaze.
"There are four types of batches in all. First, a total of 50 people are invited to participate in the bimu ceremony."
Hyun Jong's forehead narrowed.
"That's how gold works for forty and fifteen people. The number of euncheons is ten to 10. Five out of twenty co-workers...…."
"No, is he kidding me?"
"Oh, man! Hold it in! Hold it in!"
When Chung-Myung finally opened his eyes and turned over, the Unja boats, who were preparing for a possible situation, immediately covered him and pressed him down.
However, he growls like a dog that saw a game while being pressed and yells.
"A hermit? A hermit fishing? It's not gold. It's silverfish. No, it's oil fountains if these bastards ignore him!"Hye Bang flinched unknowingly at the frightening momentum.
No, but wait a minute.'
Did you just say Chung-Myung?
So he's the Hwasan Divine Dragon?
"How could a man like that...…?'
Isn't he a fool who knows when and where to go?
I can't believe someone like that is called the world's best latecomer.
"The rumors of Kang Ho are not to be trusted.That's what happened.'
"Tang... No, monk!"
Hye Bang coughed in vain, trying not to think about what the word was.
"Did you call me?"
"What is Jongnam getting?"
"What kind of ostracism did Jongnam receive?""
"…a platinum album."
"No, but really, these things!"
As Chung-Myung wriggled again, Unsword and Unam pressed him down again.
"Calm down. Let's calm down. Let's calm down."
"Dang! Someone bring it!"
Chung-Myung said, showing his teeth pressed against the floor.
Hye Bang was the only monk here, but he couldn't dare to point out the fact, so he nodded for now.
"Did you hear that the late Jong-nam kids were dumped in Hwasan or not?"
"I'm sure…… I've heard that Hwasan has won the Zhonghua Branch…"…."
"Oh, no, Hwajong. Hwajong Branch."
"…What do you mean?"
Chung-Myung kicked his tongue as if he was pathetic.
"Hwasan's reviewers were clearly proved to be superior to Jongnam's, and they received a platinum album and 20 people participated. We're going to receive a silver spoon and ten people will participate? Hey, are you kidding me?"
Hye Bang became a honey-eating mute.
Come to think of it, it was true. That attitude is a bit, but there is no gap in logic.
"You have to think and turn the book around, think! Hey, you...….Ups! Ups! Ups...…."
Hyun Young skillfully pushed rice cakes into Chung-Myung's mouth. Chung-Myung's eyes became milder as he entered his mouth full of food. And for a moment, I start chewing rice cake without saying a word.
"Well, here's the car."
Hyun Young, who even put down a teapot in front of Chung-Myung, looks back at Hyun Jong.
After receiving a wink, Hyun Jong nodded and quickly opened his mouth.
"It's a bit rough, but she's not wrong. If this world-class competition is just a meeting place, Hwasan deserves to be treated equally with Jongnam if it is a competition with a latecomer. Isn't it so?"
Hyun Jong smiled brightly.
"Sorim is a fair place, and it's not famous. I want you to count our decency."
At that moment, Chung-Myung, who swallowed the rice cake, screams again.
"If we go and beat all the Jong-nam kids, your eyes will be a hole in the hole! Think about it and turn the book around...…."
"Come on, let's have one more."
Hyun Young pushed rice cakes back into Chung-Myung's mouth.
After watching the scene, Hye Bang seems to be struggling with a firm face and finally nods her head.
"The writer is not wrong."
"Thank you for your understanding."
"But platinum chips have a fixed number. All I can give you is a gold plate. So, I hope that Jang Moon-in and Shaolin will watch the situation of me and Shaolin."
Then he took out the golden plaques from his arms and held them out to Hyun Jong.
Hyun Jong looks at the gold plate quietly and nods in.
"Don't mention it."Hye Bang, who joined hands, continued.
"The competition will be held half a year from now."
"Why are you so far away?"
"It takes a while to get all the gatekeepers in the distance to attend. And Shaolin also needs time to prepare."
"Well, it's not a small number."
"Amitabul. Then I'll leave."
Hye Bang got up from her seat. Hyun Jong looked at him with a slight surprise.
"There's a lot left to be turned around. Please forgive my rudeness of leaving in a hurry."
"Yes. Long story."
"See the guest off."
When Hyun Sang got up from his seat, Hye Bang joined in all directions and went outside with an example.
Hyun Sang and Hye Bang went out, and all those who remained in Jang's place looked at the cast on the tea table with gloomy eyes.
"A world tournament."
Hyun Jong's eyes naturally turn to Chung-Myung.
"What do you think? Chung-Myung아?"
"…It doesn't matter whether it's Jongnam or not."
At that moment, Hyun Jong saw.
The scene of Chung-Myung's eyes burning.
"These bastards, how dare you ignore him? Let's see if your heads don't break!"
Hyun Jong just smiled graciously at Chung-Myung, who almost breathed fire into his mouth.
Can I take him?'
……I'm really worried.
The long story of Hwasan.
The world is not in a mess because there are endless quarrels in the stronghold, and there is a lot of chastising each other. After much thought and thought, Shaolin concluded that all of this had happened due to the lack of interaction.
In the past, before the Mahyo Rebellion, there was a group competition in which many of the powerful literary factions participated, so they could share friendship with each other and develop through competition.
So now that the Moorim blindness has become famous, Shaolin wants to hold a Moorim competition instead of the role.
So please do not turn a blind eye to Shaolin's request and participate in the event with your disciples.
I will be waiting for a long writer in Soongsan.