Chung-Myung said in a nonchalant way.
"That sounds good, but in the end, it means that Hwasan should come in with his head down at Shaolin. Then I'll throw you a gu-file room. It's this, right?
Bop Jeong's face has hardened slightly.
He was so bold that he couldn't hide his embarrassment that he didn't show his true feelings.
Apart from that, the three great disciples of one clique dare not speak before the long-literates.
"There's nothing different about Shaolin."
"…What does that mean?"
When asked by Bop Jeong, Chung-Myung smiled instead of answering.
Well, it's all good.
Chung-Myung knows well that it wasn't meant to be that bad. But that was rather the problem.
'These bastards think they're leading the pack.'
Of course, it's arrogance because it's Shaolin.
"Go back, there's no work."
Bop Jeong's face is stiff.
"Amitabha Buddha. I tried to put up with it because I came as a guest, but that's not what the three greatest disciples can say. The main monk is now in consultation with four long writers...…."
"That's not true."
It was Hyun Jong who cut off his words.
A little surprised Bop Jeong looked at him. He was smiling with a different face than ever.
"Any member of HWASAN can represent HWASAN. That child's will is my will, and that is also Hwasan's will."
Bop Jeong, speechless, fell silent for a moment. Then Chung-Myung opened his mouth coldly.
"Sorim has always been the leader. Fifty years ago, and a hundred years ago."
When the word "a hundred years ago" came out, Bop Jeong's face hardened cold.
"So, what did Shaolin do when he went down and down? What about the sound of thanking Hwasan a hundred years ago?"
Heavy energy began to flow out of Chung-Myung's body.
"All I can say is that I can do my duty and show my sincerity. Shaolin doesn't deserve it."
"A small stamp!"
"What the director is trying to protect is not harmony in the world, but a peaceful powerhouse where Shaolin's position is unwavering. Well, I'm not saying it's bad. As long as you're the leader of Shaolin's room, of course you should be. One."
There was a chill in Chung-Myung's eyes.
"I'm not interested in the harmony of words only. If you use it however you want, you don't need the experience of being used and then thrown away like a devoted friend anymore."
Bop Jeong's face, looking at Chung-Myung, looked completely blank.
"Hwasan means he won't think of the world?"
"……What the hell……."
"For Hwasan, who sacrificed everything for the world, what the hell did he do for you?"
"Now you thought you'd throw me a proper cover and I'd stick to you like a good dog."…I'd like to say that you were too naive."
"Do you know what happens to the challenger who couldn't make it to the file room?"
"You'll be attacked."
"But what's wrong with that? Was there a door wave that someone dried when Hwasan was being beaten by Jongnam?"
"Keep it clear."
Then, I hardened my mouth coldly and worked hard.
"When Hwasan fell, Gupa helped nothing. Even when Hwasan regained his strength, Gufa didn't help him at all. So I don't need any help from the old school when he's in the ascendancy again.""……."
"If you think Hwasan might be tempted by the name of the old old file room, I'll say it's a misunderstanding. Hwasan is just Hwasan! It's enough in itself."
His cold, transparent eyes pressed Bop Jeong.
I've heard so many of these things.
"Hwasan is here, so Kang-ho is holding out.'
'Hwasan saved the lives of many people.'
a spirit of spirit
What happened to Hwasan because of his f*cking spirit.
As his death penalty, when all his qualities died at the top of 100,000 mountains, these dog-like things remained intact and left hope for the future.
A hundred years later, Shaolin is still Shaolin, and Gufa is still Gufaigan, but Hawasan is down, so I almost couldn't even leave that name.
Chung-Myung's hands trembled.
If I think about it, I want to jump at Bop Jeong right away and rip off that smart snout.
A hundred years later, they still believe that they can shake Hwasan at will.
At that time, he was deceived even though he knew.
If anyone didn't take the lead, Kang Ho was on the verge of ruin.
Even if the sacrifice was great, and the aftereffects were even greater, I thought that Kang Ho was a hundred times better than being dominated by Mahkyo.
- I don't want you to know. I just do what I have to do. Chung-Myung아. Profit is important, of course. But if you ignore what you have to do by being blinded by profit, can you raise your head before your disciples?
'The death penalty is wrong.'
In return, the good men of HWASAN were really unable to raise their heads in front of their disciples.
And the hypocrites are still living off the hook.
The net in the sky is a p*n*s, but you don't leave it out?
Heaven helps nothing. It is a person who should create a cause and effect, and it is also a person who should punish a sinner.
Chung-Myung does not wait for causality.
If there is anyone who has sinned against Hwasan, he will punish him himself, and if there is someone who has done him a favor, he will repay it himself.
If heaven doesn't, he does it with his hands.
That's how Chung-Myung protects Hwasan.
"Do you know what will happen to the cow's words now?"
"Is that a threat?"
Bop Jeong sighed deeply. The face looked tired at first glance.
"I'm not persecuting anyone who came with good intentions."
Chung-Myung's voice growled. It was like a wounded wolf.
"If you wanted to discuss at least good faith, you should have apologized, not offered."
"Of course it's unfair. It's not the fault of the head of the room. But if that's unfair, you have to give what you're enjoying in the name of Shaolin. Is it really Shaolin's way to enjoy the movie that he got from his work, and not to know about the fault?"
Bop Jeong's beard trembled.
It's not that I didn't think about it.
But I thought I wouldn't mention it. Pointing out mistakes is also something a powerful person can do. I didn't think Hawsan had the power to confront Shaolin and Chuck yet.
But the young man showed his teeth to him. That's also a creepy sharp tooth."Go back."
"Hwasan has no intention of joining the order of Shaolin reorganization. HWASAN will establish order for HWASAN."
"Hwasan doesn't have the power."
"That's something we'll see."
Chung-Myung's face went back to its usual look. He looked at Hye Yeon sitting next to Bop Jeong and said,
"And tomorrow will be a proof."
Bop Jeong's face, which had been shaking, was slightly heated up. He turned his head and looked at Hyun Jong.
"Is this child's carelessness really in Hwasan's shoes, Mr. Long?"
Hyun Jong laughed as if the question was embarrassing.
"Do you think so? It's young, emotional, not looking back."
Just as Bop Jeong was about to be spoken, Hyun Jong continued in a quiet voice.
"But is there anything wrong with this child?"
The soft words left Bop Jeong speechless.
"Of course I want to stop them. There are so many things to gain if you just bow your head and let it go, why don't you want to do as the director wants?"
Hyun Jong smiled brightly.
"One, Bangjang, just like Shaolin's, I'm also Hwasan's. Would you be able to be a long-time writer of HWASAN and tell a young student to suppress what is right and follow the benefits?"
"Hwasan is just Hwasan. Whether you go into the file room or not, Hwasan is just Hwasan. What's so important about such a fight? Hwasan is only going down Hwasan's path."
Bop Jeong gently closed his trembling eyes.
I can't communicate with them.
I didn't know they were so stuffy.'
At least you thought you knew the world, but you kicked Shaolin's hand out of obsession with petty past resentment.
"…I understood the meaning of the long writer."
Bop Jeong rose from his seat, no longer lingering. Then Hye Yeon, who had been listening to their conversation silently, stood up.
Bop Jeong turned around and said.
"The hero is fine. There will be another chance to talk after the final."
And he walked out of the room.
But unlike Bop Jeong, Hye Yeon was staring at Chung-Myung without moving.
Chung-Myung looked up and met the gaze.
Hye Yeon, who finally opened her mouth quietly, looked somewhat cold.
"The poem is wrong. I won't tell you. Everyone has their own meaning and can discuss it. One."
Hye Yeon heads small.
"It takes courtesy and consideration to convey that meaning. And it's not polite to Si-ju a while ago."
"It is said that disrespect comes from Oman. So I'm going to press down a little bit of Siju's arrogance tomorrow."
Is this a provocation to beat you like a dog tomorrow?
Chung-Myung stared at Hye Yeon like that.
The indisputable anger was revealed in Hye Yeon's face, which had always been timidly lowered. There was even an obvious hostility in his eyes.
As Hwasan does for Chung-Myung, Shaolin will be the most important place for Hye Yeon.
But since the precious Shaolin room master was humiliated by Hwasan's three blue disciples, it was easy to guess how he felt about Hye Yeon.Chung-Myung grinned.
Hye Yeon memorized disapproval in a strong tone and bit her lips slightly.
Then he turned around.
"You'd better come out prepared."
At the end of the sentence, Hye Yeon, who was leaving the room, was called in a cold voice by Chung-Myung.
Then Hye Yeon looked back.
"A word that I will press pride."
"I'll give it back to you literally."
He soon went outside with his lips full.
The two people left alone in the room faced each other without saying a word.
Chung-Myung scratched Hyun Jong's head while looking at him.
"No, it's...…the fever has gone up too high."
"Didn't you say it was okay?"
Hyun Jong smiled as he stopped Chung-Myung, who was trying to apologize with an embarrassed face.
"Yes, a long writer."
"I felt one thing desperately when I saw the downfall of Hwasan. Do you know what it is?"
"…I don't know."
"In order to carry out the meaning, you need to have power. A will without power holds no meaning."
Chung-Myung nodded silently.
Hyun Jong asked him seriously like that.
"Can you prove that power? Will we be able to communicate and carry out our will to everyone in the world?"
Chung-Myung raised the corners of his mouth.
"That's my specialty."
It was a confident face indeed. Hyun Jong smiled quietly.
"Yes, that's enough. Let's show them. Howasan doesn't need anyone's help anymore."
Looking at Chung-Myung nodding his head firmly, Hyun Jong gently closed his eyes.
Where does this child's sadness come from?
Where else does this child's anger come from?
The more I know, the more I don't know.
'You'll tell me one day.'
One day, Chung-Myung will talk about his sorrow in his heart.
When that day comes.
There must be a strong plumage scent in Hwasan.
With a light smile and a faint sorrow.