Chung-Myung, who kicked through the door, screamed.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"
The confident voice received an ever more lively voice.
"I'm on my way.Oh, my God!
The eyes of the jumbo running to the entrance flashed.
There was a reason for such an excessive welcome. The inside of the large audience was empty and only flies were flying.
'How long has it been since you've been here?'
After the World Warring Championship, those who flocked to Soongsan Mountain rushed out, and fewer people even visited the audience. Of course, as they returned to their homes, the audience was full, but now that all the people who left were out, it felt like fewer customers than usual.
"Bob! No! Room!"
"Yes! You mean the room? Are you staying alone?"
Chung-Myung peeked back and nodded.
"All of them."
The jumbo let out a happy scream. Approximately 50 people were stampeding toward the audience.
Jumsoi, who greeted almost as if she had drilled her head through the ground, said quickly.
"Yay! I'll get the room ready right away."
What Chung-Myung pointed to was a cart following the party.
It's not a problem, it's a cart!
Jumbo nodded tactfully, shining his eyes.
"Yes! The cart is in the stable...…."
"Don't make the sound of magutgan falling down. The way that cart will stay."
"The room where the cart will stay. No, the room for the cart!
Jumsoi, who hesitated for a moment to hear something wrong, tilted his head and asked.
"Uh, I mean...You mean you'll put the cart in the room?"
Then Chung-Myung grinned.
"Of course, that cart is more important than people."
It was a jumbo who thought he had received some strange people.
"Are they really the Hwasanites?"
Not only the people working in the audience but also the occasional guests glanced at Hwasan's disciples.
In the past, there were no people who recognized them even if they were wearing black uniforms with distinctive plum prints. But now, even if I don't have to say anything, many people recognize the Wasan faction and look at them in awe.
"Look at that imposing figure!"
"Oh, that gaze full of luster."
"I'm the Hwasanian who outperformed Goofile Bang and Oh Dae-sega to achieve the best performance in the world-class competition."
"Is that a great physique the secret to good swordsmanship?"
He was treated as a bandit when he went, but he is treated as a good-looking inspector when he comes.
This is why countless people struggle to gain fame. Even if it's the same behavior, the evaluation depends on where the person is.
People frown if a begging man on the roadside is an ordinary beggar, but if he is an open ark, it is like giving a look of admiration.
'Oh, my God.'
Why do you keep looking at me?'
'It bothers me, I'm going crazy.'
Unfortunately, Hwasan's students didn't enjoy the pouring snow.
Chung-Myung, who carefully cracked down on the cart, crumpled his face as he saw other disciples stuck in a corner where people couldn't reach them as much as possible.
"What are you doing?"
Baek Cheon faltered and said.
"Should I say I'm not familiar with something...….I've never had that kind of look before."
"You fought well in front of so many people in Sorim."
"It's on the stage."
Baek Cheon scratched the back of his head.
"I'm used to being stuck in the mountains, so it's awkward just looking at other people, but I can't do anything because I'm staring at them.""…...do all sorts of things."
Chung-Myung kicked his tongue as if he were pathetic.
But it was understandable, though.
Now he can gain fame and stretch his head, but not long ago, Hwasan was a small gatekeeper on the island.
Therefore, it was understandable that people were so burdened with their eyes. It's not even just the eyes. It's the sparkling eyes of Danny.
Chung-Myung grinned and turned his head and looked at everyone.
There was a mixture of awkwardness and subtle elation.
You need to get used to it.'
When you gain fame, attention naturally follows.
No one paid attention to Hwasan before the tournament, but now the world will pay attention to every move. This kind of look is nothing.
Come to think of it, it used to be amazing.'
In the past, when Chung-Myung stopped by from the death penalty and the island, everyone who knew Gang-ho came out to see them everywhere he went.
At that time, Chung-Myung was famous as the Three Great Inspections. How many times in my life would I have to pay for a sword when there are only three in the world?
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk. You should take this for granted. It's because people are so shy!"
Chung-Myung shouted, sticking his stomach out.
But the bluff didn't last very long.
"Is that the Hwasan Theologian?"
"He's the runner-up for this arena. They say it's like winning a championship."
"I heard it, too. There's a saying that you're the closest to the next generation of the world. Perhaps that's why the airway is extraordinary."
Chung-Myung's shoulders began to rise subtly.
Coughing in vain, Chung-Myung looked solemn again.
"When I was..."
"Isn't Shaolin's Hye Yeon a talent that comes out once in hundreds of years? I heard you've learned some of the hard 70s. But that Hwasan Divine unilaterally pushed Hye Yeon."
"There you go, there you go. Considering the difference between Hwasan and Shaolin, isn't that Hwasan theologian who said it's been hundreds of years?"
Chung-Myung eventually couldn't hold back and scratched his head with a grin.
The face of Baek Cheon's group rotted away at the sight.
"That, that. If someone says they're going to give it to you, you're going to follow them without asking."
"…...because I'm so weak at compliments."
Chung-Myung coughed loudly in the outburst of criticism.
No, what do you want me to do about it's good.
"Here's the food you ordered food!"
Chung-Myung turned his head. The jumbo boys were running out with plates all over their hands and arms.
"It came pretty fast to Nakyang."
"…Wake up, Jang Moon-in."
Hyun Jong wrapped his head in agony.
"What the hell are you doing this for?"
Hyun Jong shook his head with tearful eyes. It is too late to go back to Shaolin even if you say the existence of your own sword.
More than that...
Do you think they'll take my side?'
Hyun Jong looked at the elders standing in front of him with strange eyes. Maybe Hyun Sang will take his side secretly if he confides in all the facts. But Hyun Young will go on a rampage because an old man who chases the old is blocking the children's way.
"Rather than seeing it...….'
Hyun Jong shook his head like this.
In fact, it remains a terrible lingering feeling. But the choice of Hwasan's lengthy writer was almost as good as it's already decided.As Chung-Myung said. No divine object, no noble object, is more important than Hwasan's disciples. We should not send our disciples to that dangerous North Sea to get sick of it.
It was not possible as a long storyteller for Hwasan. Even if he dies in the future and meets his ancestors and makes them feel guilty.
"That's true, but I can't help but...…."
Hyun Jong shook his head and opened his mouth as if to shake off his thoughts.
"What about the kids?"
"He seems a little tired, but he's holding out. But I don't know what's going to happen on my way back to Hwasan, so I think it's better to hurry up."
Hyun Jang nodded at Hyun Sang's words.
Most accidents occur in this situation. Now that you've achieved good results, you're bound to be lazy, and at times like this, you're at risk of doing something you don't usually do...….
"You worry about everything."
Then Hyun Young said in a nonchalant way.
"Don't keep treating our students like children. Who are they to do that to?"
Hyun Young smiled at Hyun Young's words.
Hyun Young has a firm belief in his disciples. Don't you sometimes seem to believe in your students more than you are a long-time writer?
"First of all, would Chung-Myung be looking at him? As long as there's Chung-Myung among them, the troublemaker should be prepared to be dragged to Hwasan on a leash."
You don't trust the kids.
What was a little sad was that Hyun Jong sympathized with what Hyun Young said.
"You'll have a lot of work to do when you get back to Hwasan. So don't pay attention to that right now and look further away. Isn't that the job of a long writer?"
Hyun Jong responded with a smile.
"Yes, and it would be your job to help me like that."
"Of course, Jang Moon-in."
The wise men looked at each other and laughed.
It is not yet time for a toast. And even if that time comes, the toasters will not be wise ships here.
Nevertheless, I could not hide my pride.
"Let's go to bed early today. I'll have to go diligently from tomorrow."
"Yes, a long writer. Then pay attention."
Hyun Sang and Hyun Young bowed and left Jang's room.
'That's a good expression.'
Hyun Jong, who was left alone, smiled quietly.
Seeing them smile with such a comfortable face, I really felt that Hwasan had changed from the past.
'It hasn't hit me yet.'
Sometimes Hyun Jong felt floating in Ho Gong.
Everything that's going on now is still a dream come true.
'I'm glad he's here.'
But it's not good to get too deep in thought. Hyun Jong got up to clean up his bedroom.
Hyun Jong looked toward the door and frowned slightly.
"Come on in."
At his words, the door opened carefully and someone came in.
It was an unexpected guest. She looked at Hyun Jong with an impossible look on her face.
Hyun Jong looked at her for a moment and thought she was going through his head.
Then he exclaimed in a small voice."Come to think of it, it's a piece of cake."
Then Yoo-Esul nodded slowly.
"……Yes, I see. Come to think of it, it's been a while since you stopped by there. I'm sorry. I should have paid more attention to it."
"No, it's not."
Hyun Jong nodded slowly and spoke quietly.
"Go ahead, but don't be too late. Tomorrow we'll leave first, so join us before we get to Hwasan."
"…Yes, of course."
Yoo-Esul bowed slightly and went out quietly.
Hyun Jong's gaze sank heavily.
While wandering around the room for a while, he eventually robbed his seat and slowly left the room.
It's still dark in the morning.
Yoo-Esul, who was ready, escaped the audience. The cool dawn air penetrated the lungs.
It was a moment when Yoo-Esul looked back and tried to speed up.
"Are you ready?"
Yoo-Esul stopped at the sudden voice.
Yoon-Jong, Jo-Gol, and Dang-Soso came out first and waited for her.
When Yoo-Esul gave him a suspicious look, Yoon-Jong smiled lightly.
"The writer told me to escort the accident. Well, escort is half an excuse, and I'm just saying let's be friends."
"Would it be difficult? I won't go if the accident doesn't really want to."
Yoo-Esul stared at them. And I looked up at the dark sky yet.
"Because it's not someone else."
Her gaze suddenly reached out to Yoon-Jong again.
Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol smiled pleasedly.
"Accident! I'm coming, too!"
"…He didn't tell me to come with him."
"Me too! Me too!"
"Yes, follow me."
Dang-Soso grinned and clenched his fist.
Looking at it, Yoo-Esul asked in a flat voice.
"So we're leaving now?"
"No, wait a minute……."
Just then, the guest door burst open, and Baek Cheon, who had an arrogant face, grabbed someone's back and dragged him out.
"Listen to me, eat me up! You son of a b*tc*! Stop drinking! When did you drink like this again?"
Eventually, Baeck Cheon lifted Chung-Myung and threw him in front of Yoo-Esul.
She gave Chung-Myung a reflexive tap and gently put him on the floor.
"You're telling me to take him with me. What are you thinking about?"
Yoo-Esul stared at all the gathered people and smiled lightly.
"Walk! Carry me!"
"…I'd rather carry a cow on my back."
"Never mind, carry him on your back."
Jo-Gol picked up Chung-Myung and carried him on his back. And sighs with a distorted face.
"So how far do we have to go?"
No one is asking why to go. It's not like Hyun Jong told me in advance, but like everyone promised.
"Yes, not far away."
Baek Cheon nodded his head.
"Then let's go. You'll find out when you get there."
With Yoo-Esul in the lead, Hwasan's disciples began to run in the dark.