The word surrender looked back at Jinsong, who had been filled his throat.
On the platform where the long writers gathered, Heo Do, a shaman's long writer, was looking this way with cold eyes.
Turn it off.
I know I'm no match for it.
However, as a shaman's disciple, it is impossible to surrender in front of so many people.
Of course he thinks you're wise, but neither the spectators nor the adults of the envoys will think so.
Finally, he pointed at Chung-Myung with his eyes closed.
"Ha, I'll learn a lesson."
"This is a funny guy."
Chung-Myung looked up.
"If I want to learn, I'll visit your master. What other gatekeeper wants to learn from me?"
"…...Oh, no! It's not that...…."
"Okay, I'll teach you."
Chung-Myung stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
"Learning comes at a price. It will be a great experience if you survive today's beemoo! If you survive!"
Jin Song smiled as he met Chung-Myung's eyes, which were shiny to the point of life.
'No, how did a man like that show up in the p*n*s?''
And the sky is indifferent.
How could you give that kind of force to a man like that?
Jinsong grabbed the sword with a tear in his face.
Then, he took a deep breath and pointed his sword at Chung-Myung with determined eyes.
"Oh, you're going to try it out?"
"Sa, I know you're no match for it."
Jinsong continues to talk even though he shivering.
"You can't fight against someone who deserves to win for the rest of your life. I won't die, so I'll try my best to bump into Boo."
"This is a funny guy."
Sometimes there are people like that.
This was the case in the past in the war against Mahkyo.
Those who argued with their mouths that they would not back down could not even keep half of what they said in their mouths when they went to war.
But those guys are terrified and never back down and do what they have to do.
A shaman is a shaman.'
There's a guy like that.
"What's your name again?"
"This is Jinsong."
"Jinsong. Yes, Jinsong. I remember."
Chung-Myung lifted the sword lightly.
"Then let's get started."
Chung-Myung rushed to Jinsong without delay. Jinsong's eyes quickly grew to the size of a lantern.
He screamed with his mouth, but the sword held in his hand firmly followed the sword of Taecheong District Court.
The Ho Gong has a disciplined and neat examination.
"You've lost your leg!"
However, Chung-Myung's sword passed the neatly drawn sword of Taecheong's sword and hit Jinsong's knee precisely.
Jinsong turns his sword reflexively and aims for Chung-Myung's neck.
Jin-song clenched his teeth after being beaten in the side.
If it were real, the leg would have been cut off and the side would have been cut big.
But this is a beemoo! You have to do your best until you fall down.
Jinsong shouted loudly and shook off the sword.
The herbivore Cheonggon, which he thought was his secret herbivore, unfolds flexibly.
"Shoulders! Wrist! Index finger!"
Hit! Hit! Hit! Hit!
Chung-Myung's sword stamped Jin Song's shoulder, wrist and second finger one after another.
The sword that was spreading the sword flew up to Ho Gong.
Jinsong looked at Chung-Myung with stunned eyes."How can I...….'
"The head, yay, yay, yay!"
Chung-Myung, who struck Jinsong's head with the sword, recovered the sword and shook his hand.
"The lower body and shoulders of the examination surface. And shamans and shamans and heads are fair laws. Learn one thing."
It was unclear whether Jin Song, who had already fallen to the floor, could hear it, but Chung-Myung turned around regardless.
Then he is greeted with explosive cheers.
Chung-Myung smiled and waved to the crowd.
"The best! Hwasan Mountain Dragon!"
"One shot this time!"
"Ha ha ha ha! How could you overpower a shaman's disciple so easily! You haven't pulled out a black one yet!"
"The winner is already fixed!"
Chung-Myung's face twitched under the pouring cheers.
"Wow, this is good, too."'
That's why people want fame!
Chung-Myung waved vigorously, realizing it.
Jin-song sprang up from behind Chung-Myung.
And I groped on the top of my head without realizing it.
Aren't you sick?
There was definitely a sound of something breaking, but I couldn't feel the pain in my head.
I saw Chung-Myung moving away with his eyes filled with absurdity.
The Divine Dragon of Hwasan.
And Hawsan's son of a b*tc*.
Few people would say anything good to him if he were to pull the strings. Strangely, however, Mu Jin and Ho Sanja, who worked with him, did not speak so badly of Chung-Myung.
It was a truism that seemed to know why.
"This is the victory of Hwasan Chung-Myung!"
Chung-Myung stepped out of the stage amid pouring cheers.
"Argh! Master Chung-Myung!"
Wiso Haeng shouted his head off. Of course, his voice was buried by the cheers from the surroundings, but he cheered like he didn't care.
"Chung-Myung Master! Hahahahaha! Chung-Myung, it's Dojangni!"
It was that moment.
Chung-Myung's head turned toward the audience as he was going down the stage.
Chung-Myung and Wiso Haeng's eyes met.
No, you can't hear my voice over there.'
It's also impossible to pinpoint a person between so many people...….
But at that moment, Chung-Myung looks happy and waves his hand.
Did you really see it?'
Then, he jumped out of the rain and landed in the middle of the crowd.
Surprised middlemen cheered and reached out to Chung-Myung. Chung-Myung strode, holding out his hands lightly, and quickly arrived at the place where the group of Hwayeongmun and his companions were.
"Oh, my Lord Moon! How did you get here?"
When Chung-Myung shouted happily, Wirip San laughed his head off the top of his lungs.
You're so kind to me.'
Looking at Chung-Myung with a big smile on his face, I could feel that he was truly happy to see him.
Wirip San is not an idiot either.
Just by looking at the cheers now, I can't help but notice that he has a completely different status than when he came to Hwayeongmun in the past.
Still, isn't Chung-Myung welcoming you with a face that's the same as before?
'He's not a real master, but...….'
In a way, it was Chung-Myung who was like a master.
"When I heard that Hwasan was in the contest, I ran with my students."
Chung-Myung snaps Wirip San's hand.
"It wouldn't have been easy to get here!"
"Hahaha. Seeing that Chung-Myung is winning, I feel like I'm losing all my hard work."
Laughing Chung-Myung sneaked a peek at Wirip San."By the way, do you happen to be...…."
Chung-Myung smacked his lips and looked toward his bot. Then, Wirip San peeked around and whispered softly.
Chung-Myung clutches Wirip San's hand as if moved.
"Let's go that way. There's a seat for Hwasan."
"Ha ha. We're clueless...…."
"It's okay, it's okay. There's room left."
"Oh, no, that's basically the rule.…."
"The rules are frozen to death. What's the problem if we're going to use our seats? Don't worry, I'll grease your hair to make it sparkle."
Wirip San shook his head as if he couldn't be beaten.
You haven't changed a bit.'
When a person gains fame and his or her status changes, he or she is careful of his or her words and actions and pretends to be solemn.
However, Chung-Myung is no different than before, despite his unparalleled reputation.
No... In a way, it seems a little worse than before.
'It's not necessarily a good thing.'
I couldn't deny that I was more than happy with that look.
Then Wiso Haeng, behind Wirip San, quickly opened his mouth.
Chung-Myung grinned at him.
"Did you see that?"
"Yeah! You're so strong."
Wiso Haeng admired with eyes shining with yearning. Chung-Myung shrugged.
"I'm not strong, they're weak."
"……No. Maybe I'm strong."
Chung-Myung grinned and dragged Wiso Haeng and Wirip San.
"Anyway, come this way. This way."
Chung-Myung headed to one side through the crowd, holding the two together. All of Hwayeongmun's students followed suit.
Chung-Myung, who crossed the line through the crowd and went to where the gatekeepers were waiting, screamed.
"Hwajeongmun Munju is here!"
Baek Cheon, who was associated with Hwayeongmun, jumped out of his seat as soon as he heard the sound.
"Moonjoo! Long time no see!"
"How have you been?"
Wirip San, who tried to respond with a soft smile, flinched for a moment. And I stepped back a little without realizing it.
Didn't you say this is where Hwasan is?
Black armor and plum blossoms on the chest proved them to be Hwasan's disciples.
I don't think so.
Yoon-Jong, Jo-Gol, and Baek Cheon are better. You look more mature than before, but you haven't changed that much from what you know.
But the people around were definitely something unusual.
"Was it like that when you went to Hwasan before?"
"No, no. It wasn't like this before."
It hasn't been a year since Wiso Haeng stopped by Hwasan.
So what happened in less than a year that made your body shrink just by looking at each other like this?
"We have a visitor here."
"Guest? What kind of guest are you in Hwasan?"
A great bandit...No, a man walked out of front of Hawsan's doorways.
It's just a bite on a goat's desk that's attached to every living quarters.'
It is so profane to judge the elders of the dead as such, but it is so fitting that there is no other way to find a parable.
"But the Elder?"
Was there any elder Hwasan who was that young?"Who are you?"
"He's the Lord of Hwayeongmun."
At that moment, the man's face bloomed in harmony and showed a benevolent expression as if he were about to spray a halo.
Elder Hyun Young quickly ran out and grabbed the hand of Wirip San in Hwayeongmunju.
"Give me some English!"
"What? Oh, yeah...…. My name is Wirip San, the gatekeeper of Hwagyeongmun."
"Yeah, yeah. What a big boy he is! I'm Hyun Young from Hwasan."
"Tongue, Elder Hyun Young?"
Hyun Young, who was trying to pat Wirip San's head, looks around and pats his shoulder.
"Thank you for coming. Welcome! I forgot that I should have stopped by Hwayeongmun on my way here!"
Hyun Young rubbed Wirip San's shoulder with a delighted face. Every gesture and expression is full of joy, making me feel so happy.
"By the way…… Are you sure Elder Hyun Young?"
"Yeah, yeah. Didn't you see it when you stopped by Hwasan when you were young?"
"Hahaha. Something good happened. Yeah, a long way...…."
Hyun Young, who was about to say something, suddenly looked back and smiled.
"What are you doing, you bobberjacks! Shouldn't you bring a chair if you have a guest? What kind of customers do they want to eat without paying a penny?…. Oh, no. There are some shorthanders here and they're sitting there! Can't you get up right now?!"
Wirip San opened his eyes wide.
'No, you're talking too much.….'
But the reaction of the Hwasan disciples was far from what he expected.
"Chair! Chair! Chair! Quick!"
He quickly lifted up the chairs he was sitting on, and ran to make room for the members of the inner family.
"Make yourself at home!"
"We just have to stand and watch. Never mind."
Wirip San was so embarrassed that he was speechless, but Hyun Young nodded as if it were only natural.
"Oh, that's it, Chung-Myung. You're fine. You lay there with a chair in front of you."
"Yeah, yeah. My baby."
This is a little weird, too.….
Hyun Young grinned and offered Wirip San a seat.
"Jang is somewhere else now, so we can meet in the evening and say hello."
"Oh, I will, Elder. I don't know what to do with your hospitality...…."
At that moment, Hyun Young grabbed his hand again.
"Hwasan knows too much about Hwayeongmun and how much you gave him for his own good. So don't feel uncomfortable and just relax."
Wirip San's eyes were filled with emotion. Seeing Hyun Young's firm hand, all kinds of emotions flooded in.
At that time, Hyun Young opened his mouth with a slightly awkward face.
"By the way, um...…."
And he spoke slightly disheartened.
"I couldn't check because I was coming here, but this month's payment……. No, did you send the donation to Hwasan?"
"…I sent it before departure."
"Yeah, yeah. Oh, well, make yourself at home. Relax! Hahahahaha!"
It was Wirip San who felt something was going wrong.