"Come on, let's call! You can't stand it when the game starts! This is your last chance!"
Wirip San raised his voice as if he were using evil.
Otherwise, I wouldn't even be able to hear it. It was because each of the gathered people was screaming in front of the stand with money.
"No! Why aren't you taking the money if you're betting? I'm betting on Jong Seo-han!"
"I'm a hundred to Baek Cheon!"
"Get out of the way! I'll bet 500 on Jong Seo-han!"
"Where are you going to get 500 pieces of this? Get out of my way! Hey! I'm a thousand to Jong Seo Han! I'll bet a thousand!"
"50 meow! 50 meow!"
"What do you mean 50? Go get some sweets!"
"It's noisy, you rich people! I have a right to bet! What kind of gambling is that rich guy with a lot of money!"
"Master, where's the ticket?""
People rushed in like crazy and began to shake the money in their hands.
"Come on, get your money and hand out your tickets! Don't forget to stamp!"
"And just in case, write down the personal details of the people who made the money! You could lose your ticket."
Wiso Haeng and the shorthand disciples of Hwayeongmun took the money from the people who rushed in and filled out the accounts and personal information. Everyone was sweating because of the hectic situation.
"Hurry up! Hurry up! We're going to start the Bimu!"
"What the f*ck are you cutting in line with? Don't you have a knife in your stomach?"
"Oh, I won't tell you not to push! Don't push me!
The excited gamblers went on a rampage wearing a crocodile.
And there was a man who gloated at the hectic bustle.
"How is it?"
Hyun Young smiled brightly while looking at the stand with Baek Sang.
"This is how you make money. What do you think?"
Unlike Hyun Young, who seemed so pleased, Baek Sang couldn't shake off something strange.
Is this really okay?'
Is it okay to make money like this at the gate? At the gate, not anywhere else?
"Hey, is this okay? But Hwasan's the gate, the gate...…."
"Does the Taoist not eat?"
Hyun Young said in a nonchalant way.
"Money doesn't fall from the sky just because you're stuck in a mountain and you're cleaning your way. From now on, you have to feed the Bobburgers who know nothing but wield a knife. If you decide what you want to do, you will soon be able to eat off the bark of a tree."
It was a word that came from experience.
"No matter how you earn it, money is money! If it's not something that's harmful to people or illegal, it's a good thing to earn another penny somehow!"
Baek Sang sulked in a cold sweat as he watched Hyun Young twinkling his eyes.
"I think the elder has changed a lot more than I thought.'
Maybe it's because of him, I'm sure.
"You mean the province needs money to be cleaned."
"Of course. Why is Shaolin the most mysterious in the world?"
"It's a lot of money!"
Hyun Young said with bloodshot eyes.
"Where else do we have to put up a stamp or settle a request to help the armed men make a fortune? But Shaolin can only train without worrying about anything because she has money in her Buddhist spirit by leaving the door open! That's why you're so strong! d*mn it, I'm so jealous!""……."
"So you have to make money! Remember, how much money you make determines how much stronger Hwasan can be! Don't take your part so easy!"
"I'll keep that in mind!"
Nodding his head in the face of the spirit, Hyun Sang thought that the re-awakening might be a little different from what he thought.
It was then.
Oh, my god!
A large ball of paper flew from somewhere and fell onto the stand.
Wirip San's eyes, which were seen flying reflexively, became teary.
A large seal was stamped on the paper with a number packed together.
That whole bunch of paper?
'So how much is that?''
A familiar voice penetrated into the ear of Wirip San, who could not even dare to check.
"Meet Baek Cheon in Wasan."
The surroundings become silent in an instant.
All eyes turned to the side where the sound was heard.
Wirip San shouted in surprise.
"Cheo, Chung-Myung stamp!"
Chung-Myung walked out of the crowd with a grin.
"Can I walk?"
Wirip San's head turned quickly.
"No, of course. But where the hell did you get all this money from?…?"
"I have a lot of money."
Wirip San opened his mouth wide at his commanding words.
And it wasn't just him opening his mouth. Those who were filling the front of the stand and Baek Sang, who was watching the situation from behind, were astonished.
"Well, that crazy guy!"
The docs gamble?
Oh, no, of course, there's nothing to blame because Hwasan is gambling right now, but...….
"But we're still working behind Hwagyeongmun's name.'
You're gambling in an unclothed suit with Hawsan's plum blossoms?
"That crazy guy! Elder, I'm gonna...…!"
"Hu-hoo-hoo. How much is the fee for ten thousand? As expected, Chung-Myung! I know how to make it bigger. That's so cute!
I think you have something on your eye...….
A cute guy?
"Hey, don't you have to stop him?"
"Why? Everyone's looking...…."
When Baek Sang hesitated, Hyun Young snorted.
"There's nothing you can't gamble on when there's a gambling game in Sorim!"
Baek Sang turned his head towards Hyun Young.
Those who flocked to the stand were screaming at a pile of slips.
"Well, are you sure about that?"
"Is this really the right slip?"
Before Wirip San could answer, someone rushed forward and picked up a bunch of vouchers and began to check.
"Ee, this is the slip of the Continental Battlefield! It's not genuine!"
"Who are you?"
"I'm the one who lives on the battlefield! I'm a staff member of the Habuk Battlefield!"
"Oh, come to think of it, I've seen him in the Habuk Battleground!"
The brief conversation ended the situation.
When it was confirmed that the ten thousand vouchers hung on Baek Cheon were genuine, people's eyes began to seething like crazy. There was a male madness.
At once the board has doubled. Gamblers' eyes were turned upside down when they calculated the amount of money they could receive if they won the game.
"Mean to Baek Cheon from Wasan?'
Baek Cheon's opponent is Jong Nam's Jong Seo Han! Although Baek Cheon's reputation is higher, Jongnam's Jongseo Han is also known for his name. I don't think Baek Cheon will win.'It is a gatekeeper who is competing for the world's first inspection of Jongnam-do. There is a possibility.'
At last there was a riot.
Even those who were only looking around rushed to the stand with a crab in their mouth. Those who put their money first also came running with more money.
"Ahh! Shut up and take my money!"
"A hundred more! A hundred more!
"What the hell is this magnification? Can't you check it out right now?!"
Hyun Young smiled pleased at the sight.
'Yes, yes. Hurry up and pour it.'
The bigger the plate, the higher the commission. If we do well, we may have a few months' worth of operating expenses for Hwasan in one day's business.
"That's how the board grows. If you intend to lead the re-awakening, you should watch what Chung-Myung is doing."
It was Baek Sang who realized why Hyun Young liked Chung-Myung.
Meanwhile, the board began to be sorted out. The start of the steaming is imminent.
"Hey, that's all I've got!"
"Take my money, please!"
"You can't hang up here!"
"You must stop before the competition begins! There's another round, so please understand this time!"
"It hasn't started yet!"
"This guy's gambling once or twice! I'll let you go before I pick up the knife!"
"Take this! Hey, just this!"
Wirip San, in a cold sweat, sneaked a look at Chung-Myung. As Chung-Myung nodded graciously, Wirip San nodded face to face.
"Then I'll only accept those who are here!"
Another round of Abyss passed and the game was settled somehow.
Wirip San approached Chung-Myung and whispered, wiping his sweat.
"Thanks to Chung-Myung painting, the game has grown. Thank you."
Then Chung-Myung turned his head slightly. Before I knew it, Hyun Young was looking at him with a happy face.
"Well, it's all for the best."
It is Hwasan who runs this edition, but it is actually Hwasan who runs this edition. Hwasan takes the commission and shares it with Shaolin. The bigger the game, the more money Hwasan earns.
That's why Hyun Young likes it so much.
"By the way, Chung-Myung, are you sure you don't mind? If I lose, I'll lose all that money."
"Back Cheon's private residence?"
"Of course, I'm not ignoring Baek Cheon's seal. But you don't know what a game is until you get the results."
"That's true. When you two are on the same level."
"Just because a tiger has a cold and has a runny nose, it doesn't lose to a rabbit."
"And well, it's okay to lose. Then I'll get my money back even if I sell it!"
Wirip San shakes his head when he sees Chung-Myung's glistening eyes.
"By the way, where the hell did you get all that money from? Do you happen to……?"
"Oh, I'm always rich."
To be exact, the long death penalty was rich.
But what about it? I'm not such a cheap guy to blame for this noble priest's willingness to spend some money, my executioner!
Right? A long sentence?
- ……I'll see you later.
See? They like it.
Chung-Myung giggled and looked at the stage.
"Now, it's time for Sasook to make money."
On the stage.
Jong Seo-han snarled back at Baek Cheon.
"I'll twist your mouth. Just because you're the brother of the death penalty won't cut you some slack."
The nonsense left Baek Cheon laughing in vain.
Whose brother are you going to let go?
"You've been together for so long, and you still don't know him.""…What are you talking about?"
"He's not the kind of person who'll let blood flow. He could be harsher because of the blood."
Jin Geum Ryong is like that.
Of course that's not to say it's bad. It just doesn't fit Baek Cheon.
My family is Hwasan.'
Baek Cheon looked at Jong-han with his low-sinked eyes. And spoke in a low voice.
"That's enough of what I'm saying. A check-up is a way to prove yourself with a sword."
Jong Seo-han closed his mouth tightly.
I can't agree with a human being named Baek Cheon, but I have to agree with that. He's also a prosecutor.
Jong Seo-han lightly shook his sword and held a flag ceremony.
Baek Cheon, who identified the sword's trajectory, grasped the sword handle tightly.
Is it a story-telling transplant?'
It's a sword I've already seen a few times.
The sword that Jin Geum Ryong, and Jongnam's two great disciples used to destroy the white porcelain ship of Hwasan.
And it's a sword that was completely smashed by Chung-Myung.'
However, that was not to be ignored. Because he's not Chung-Myung.
Baek Cheon breathed low.
Three years ago, he was unilaterally defeated without resisting Jin Geum Ryong's 12th narrative transition.
No, in fact, even the word defeat was too much. Exactly one-sidedly badly beaten.
So now we have to prove it.
How strong Hasan has become.'
And how strong I am!
Beyond that narrative twelfth transplant!
White buds began to bloom at the end of Jong Seo-han's sword, shouting.
It's a test that's not fully deployed, but it's obvious.
The flower blooming from Jong Seo-han's sword is clearer and sharper than Jin Geum Ryong showed in the past.
The white petals, which bloom, swooped over Baek Cheon with the wind.
It's as colorful as it gets.
It was a blindingly beautiful black-and-white candle. If it had been in the past, I would have been mesmerized.
'......what is it?'
Baek Cheon frowned unknowingly.
It's gorgeous and beautiful. The visible scene was a series of horrifyingly sharp swordsmen.
Nevertheless, he felt an unknown emptiness in Jong Seo-han's sword.
A red sword rose from Baek Cheon's sword in an instant.
When Baek Cheon wielded the sword lightly, the flying petals were torn apart at once with a silky sound.
Jong Seo-han, who was rushing at him, was so surprised that he took a step back without realizing it.
Baek Cheon, who looked at him with a serious look on his face.
"Now I know what Chung-Myung means. People pay attention to the beautiful flowers of plum blossoms, but they say it's the hard roots that dig the earth."
Hwasan trained and practiced hard to make the roots. And the process will continue in the future.
To have the weight that supports the splendor, not the glitz that is visible.
But it's not Jongnam.
They just decorate the blooming flowers more brightly and beautifully.
The more you do, the thinner the tree is, the more you don't know.
Jongnam is over.
Now that he understood what Chung-Myung's short words meant, Baek Cheon slowly relaxed his shoulders.
And he added more strength to the lower body that stepped on the ground. Not to make the same mistake as them."Let me show you."
"I don't know if you can understand that."
Baek Cheon's sword slowly lowers Ho Gong.
Hawsan's plum blossoms bloom, wither and bloom.
The reason why plum blossoms fall and bloom again is because plum trees exist.
What they have to pursue is not a splendid flower. The tree that blooms its flowers.
It's life itself.
Red petals bloom at the end of Baek Cheon's sword, aiming at the letter of death.
The flower petals that bloomed incessantly spread and spread, filling the entire arena with red petals.
It is overwhelming and full of red swords.
Jong Seo-han opens his eyes wide.
It was clearly a herbivore similar to his 12th narrative transplant.
But it's different.
I can't put it into words, but something was definitely different. His sword contained something that did not exist.
What's the difference?'
Jong Seo-han clenched his teeth and shook his sword.
White petals blooming at the end of his sword run into the red plum blossoms that tighten him.
But his white paintings didn't meet Hawasan's plum blossoms.
The white petals that hit the plum blossoms melted down like snow under the warm spring sun.
"Yee, this can't be happening! d*mn it!"
Jong Seo-han grabbed a sword and jumped into the forest of plum blossoms with a scream.