Chapter - 283 Episode 283. Life is supposed to be unfair. (3)



The last thing I want to see.



"Kaaa!"



Chung-Myung poured alcohol into his mouth and looked like he was in heaven.



"This is it! This is it!"



It felt like alcohol was sticking to my mouth after a long time.



Shaolin is also a temple, so there was no way to get alcohol anywhere. So I was desperate for alcohol, but Wirip San cleverly brought ten bottles of alcohol as a gift.



"Oh, that's why you have to get along with people."



Of course, Chung-Myung is not a person who can live without alcohol.



But that's the way people are.



I don't really look for alcohol whenever I can,



You can't drink here.'



It is human nature to be desperate when you hear such things.



Yes?



Am I the only one?



No way.



Chung-Myung grinned and tore up the jerky and threw it into his mouth. But one thing I'm sorry about is...….



"The food is a bit poor."



I'm in the middle of growing up, so I have to eat well and grow up well, but I can't believe I'm drinking with this piece of jerky.



If the death penalty in heaven had seen it, I would have shed tears of sadness.



It was Chung-Myung, who kept calm about blowing double-criticism if the death penalty in the line had been heard.



"Tsk. I can't help it. Live the way you are...….Huh?"



Chung-Myung tilts his head and lifts up a bottle to shake off.



"…isn't there?"



I turned my head and looked at the bottle in one corner.



"One, two, three......9.9?"



Then open it up.



The wine is out.



His hand shook as he grabbed the bottle.



You don't have any alcohol?



It's not working.



It's not enough yet.



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



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



What should I do?



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



So sneak out and go to town...….



Never! Never cause an accident in these two days! Never!



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



"Oh, yeah.



Chung-Myung, who was agonizing, shook his head eventually.



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



If it were in the past, I would have jumped out and had a drink at the base if I wanted to drink.



Oh, is that why the death penalty started the game whenever he heard about alcohol?



Well, I'm sorry. a lengthy death sentence



Hey, you little tiger malko! You're a master!



Where's the live animal crying? I hear nonsense.



"Hmm."



Chung-Myung, who coughed low in vain, smacked his lips.



"It's a shame."



It is a bit uncomfortable to ignore the words of the writer Jang and go down the mountain this time, as there has already been an exciting history of dwarfism.



Chung-Myung sighed and opened the door and went outside.



"You don't have it?"



Previously, a group of Baek Cheons guarded Chung-Myung's door.



However, no one was seen now, perhaps because the disciples of Hwagyeong came and were in a mess, or because they were embarrassed to show them watching Chung-Myung in front of the inner family disciples.



There's no kitchen in here.



Well, it's a perfect kitchen, so you're not going to have to go through a hundred days to get a drink.



'Hmm.'



While scratching his cheek, he suddenly shone his eyes.



"No, no, no. There's no guarantee that Hwayeongmunju only brought my liquor. Maybe he brought a drink for the elders or a drink for the elders."



Chung-Myung smiled and moved on.I'm sure the place of Hwagmunism is over there...….



"Huh?"



His steps paused.



Out of the window in the hallways of the foreground, a man dressed in HWASAN's black suit was quickly seen going somewhere.



"Whoa?"



Chung-Myung grabbed the window frame with his eyes shining.



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



Chung-Myung jumped out of the window, making a noise that wouldn't work. And with his hands in his back, he just started walking slowly towards where someone had run.



Whoosh.



Sword separates Ho Gong.



Even though the dripping sweat completely soaked his face and his legs began to shake, Baek Sang continued to swing his sword.



His hand was squeezing and bleeding, but his sword was unstoppable.



'It's because of me.'



It was a situation in which the envoy was able to complete a high achievement that he could boast to the world. But his defeat missed the chance to shake Hawasan's name.



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



Only him.



A big pile.



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



'Why do I always.'



Of course I know.



He's getting stronger himself.



In the past, he is beating his best disciples who he never even dare to deal with. It was unimaginable for Baek Sang, who was frozen when he saw his disciples.



But this nervousness does not fade away because of the celadon boats that quickly outrun him.



Yoon-Jong과 Jo-Gol.



Baek Sang knows. He is not already the second-in-command on a white porcelain ship. Yoo-Esul has already gone where he can't catch up, and some of the white porcelain boats trained by Chung-Myung have already overtaken him.



Even among the celadon ships except Yoon-jong and Jo-Gol, those who outrun him began to emerge.



Strength is a relative thing.



No matter how strong he is, how can he comfort himself by holding on to the fact that those who are ahead of him have begun to pour out within each clique?



What I turned away from and turned away from has now come to the end. I could no longer turn a blind eye to this situation.



Press it hard.



The hand holding the sword put strength into it. The mysterious pain poured in his hand, but rather than loosening his strength, Baek Sang pushed his hand even more to break it.



'It happened because I was weak and stupid.'



I didn't have a big dream.



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



His dream was just to assist such Baek Cheon and make Hwasan a better gatekeeper.



Yeah, it's just a simple...….



Baek Sang's sword stopped.



Soon after, he slowly lowered his sword and looked up at the sky with a short breath.



A big moon was looking up at him in the night sky, where there was no cloud in sight.



'Am I not a good match for Hwasan?'



I don't think like this because I lost.



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



In the past, Hwasan was a gatekeeper led by him and Baek Cheon. But he's too slow compared to Hwasan's fast-changing pace since Chung-Myung appeared.So sometimes I felt it was hard to keep up with this pace of growth. Even though it didn't show on the outside.



But…….



If you come all the way here, you have no choice but to think.



Maybe I'm interrupting the others?'



Wouldn't a man with no skills be the second of the white porcelain boats and sit down and block the path of those who can grow further?



Baek Sang looked still at the moon in the sky.



It's bright.



I didn't want it until the sun.



It's up to someone else. What he wanted was a moon-like position where the bright sun lit up the world and looked down at the darkness while he went to rest for a while.



But for him now, not to mention the moon, even the stars feel overwhelming.



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



"Eutcha."



Then, a small voice came from behind his back.



Baek Sang looked back at the stroke.



"Huh?"



There was a face that I never imagined.



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



"…How did you know?"



"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."



"Huh?"



Village?



Why are you there?



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



Chin



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 I took a look around once.



"Is it okay to do you think so?'



This is Soongsan Mountain.



A place where the world's armed men regard it as a sacred place.



Although Shaolin's prose is out of order, drinking alcohol at Soongsan Mountain was way beyond Baek Sang's values.



But…….



"Don't you drink?"



"Hey, I'm going to drink!"



Sometimes it wouldn't be bad to have this kind of deviation.



Baek Sang carefully opened the bottle and smelled it coming out.



"Ugh."



It must be solo to poke your nose.



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



"……."



No need to be delicate.



Baek Sang silently took the bottle to his mouth.



Gulp. Gulp.



"Caaaaaa!"



I felt like my throat was burning when I drank too much. But now I didn't hate the sensation.



"Giggling."



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



The last thing I want to see.



"Wow! That's why I live."



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



Baek Sang shook his head.



Alcohol and meat in Soongsan.'



It was unthinkable.



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



Because of him.



Baek Sang squinted and looked at Chung-Myung.



One day, he suddenly fell on Hwasan 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 and the sound of grassworms quietly spread through the mountain.



Chung-Myung opened his mouth first.



"Yeah."



"Huh?"



"Are you feeling better?"



"……."



Baek Sang looked silently at the night sky."There are times when you lose. What are you so upset about? And he's the one who can't win now. No matter who stepped up...…."



"No, that's not it."



Baek Sang cuts off Chung-Myung.



Chung-Myung looked at him with uncharacteristic eyes.



Don't rush, don't ask back.



I just wait for Baek Sang to let his mind go.



"That's just the way it is. If I meet someone who is stronger than me, my skills are bound to drop to some extent. I was prepared to do that from the beginning."



"Well."



"That's not the reason I feel sick right now. Because at some point I felt that the others in Hwasan were running at a different pace than I was."



Chung-Myung looks at Baek Sang silently.



"I knew it. My talent for swords is not that great. And now I know another one. The reason I was able to be stronger than the others was because I had longer training time than them."



Baek Sang's voice was so calm. Maybe it's because I'm telling you what I've been thinking for a long time.



"That's why I'm scared. I'm afraid everyone's ahead of me. No, I wish I could catch up with you at least on a horse's seat.…in case I end up missing the ones ahead. One day I'm afraid I'll end up being a nuisance to Hwasan, as the people who've gone ahead get far enough out of my sight."



Baek Sang took a sip of alcohol and said, sighing, whining.



"Of course it's hard for you to understand."



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



"…I should not talk to you."



Baek Sang sighed deeply.



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



Rabbits can't understand phoenix's mind flying in the sky. The phoenix, however, is also unable to understand the rabbit's mind running on the floor.



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



"So it's a problem because you don't have enough talent for your company, right?"



"……rather than necessarily……."



Baek Sang hesitated a little and sighed one after another.



"I don't know, Chung-Myung. Hwasan found his way. I made you find the way. But I...…."



"Oh, that's enough."



Chung-Myung cut off Baek Sang's horse with a snap.



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



Baek Sang glows at Chung-Myung.



You're a rip-off.



Sasook is talking like this.



"Instead."



Chung-Myung smiles.



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



"…Story?"



"Yeah, it's an old story. Once upon a time, there was a person who was like a private lodging."



Chung-Myung's eyes sank forlornly.



Baek Sang unknowingly shut his mouth to the expression of Chung-Myung, which was not easily seen.



'What the hell is this guy...….'



What do you hold, what do you think?



His grip on the bottle gave him strength.