"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You son of a b*tc*!
Chung-Myung grinned as Jo-Gol lay down screaming.
"It's good for training and everything! Where are you going to make a living out of that little show? I won't see it until I get dirt in my eyes!"
"Soil? Do you want soil?"
Baek Cheon, who rose from below shouting, grabbed the dirt on the floor and rushed to Chung-Myung.
However, as soon as he rushed in, he was kicked and fell back down the cliff.
Everyone bowed their heads faintly as they heard a distant scream.
'I won't forget the courage. Private lodging.'
'They're running out of options.'
I wonder if he's alive.
Chung-Myung chocked his tongue at the sight.
"Tsk tsk. Everyone's into it."
Chung-Myung drank badly and jumped off the cart. The other disciples, who climbed up the cliff together, were completely exhausted and could not raise their heads because they were lying on the floor.
Unam couldn't stand it and ended up asking.
"Wasn't there a more comfortable way?"
"No, that's not how you train."
That's right. It's natural for him to answer like this.
It was a chance to realize what Chung-Myung meant to return.
"Well, you're back, by the way."
"Yes, Sasukjo. Well...…."
Chung-Myung, who was about to say something, closes his mouth and frowns. Then he approached the white and celadon boats lined up behind Unam.
Everyone held their breath because they didn't know English. Chung-Myung reached out and poked his students' thighs and forearms and crumpled their faces.
"No, what did they do while I was gone, and their bodies were halved?"
Unam had a blank face.
Half of the bandits look like they're going to be chewed up.….
What are all those chest muscles that pop out of your arms and your clothes?
"I wouldn't have done this if I had done my training properly."
Their faces showed signs of injustice. Unfortunately, however, no excuse was given.
"Yeah, there should be times when people rest."
"He, isn't he?"
"But I don't know if those people back there would think the same."
This is because all those who climbed up the cliff with carts had been staring with poisonous eyes.
"You're saying that while we're in this situation, we're all comfortable playing and eating?"
"Look at those thin forearms. If I tap it, it'll break."
"We have to kill them! We have to kill them!"
Wasan's innocent disciples were condemned just because they were comfortable here.
At that time, a person walked forward with a big smile.
"Back Sang Sasook!"
Everyone looked eagerly at him, even if they were saviors.
But Baek Sang smiled endlessly graciously and tenderly, pointing to the other peak.
Some of the people who were looking at each other began to jump toward Yeonhwabong. Then, the rest of the team ran to Yeonhwabong Peak to find out what was going on.
"Get out of my way!"
"No, what the f*ck is this! Wasn't it a welcome event?"
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
Those who climbed up the cliff grabbed the cart as they saw their disciples running to Yeonhwabong even though they were tangled and turned upside down.
"…Let's go in for now. First of all."
The sound of cartwheels rolling came to me in a wretched way."Tsk. Anyway, I can't leave the room."
Chung-Myung walking ahead, and Hwasan's disciples, ragged and pushing the cart in.
Unam, who was watching them, had no choice but to think deeply about one thing.
'Why does no one care about Baek Cheon who fell off the cliff?'
He shook his head unknowingly, feeling that the man he knew(?) had returned.
* * *
"Thank you, Jang Moon-in!"
"You've done a great job."
Hyun Jong nods his head with such a kind face.
His face, which sheds fatigue from a long journey and old days by bathing, showed an indisputable sense of satisfaction.
"Everyone had a hard time protecting Hwasan while I was away. Did anything happen?"
"What's the trouble? We shouldn't say "hard work" when Jang Moon-in is going so far. More than that, the rumor that Hwasan was active in Shaolin was heard from this island, so I couldn't control my excitement."
"Oh, you're saying the rumor was so fast?"
"Yes. Thanks to you, everyone cheered and rejoiced together."
Unam's face, which had always remained calm, was red. He couldn't stand in front of the long gate, but he couldn't control his joy inside.
Hyun Jong burst out laughing.
There is certainly a difference between self-evaluating what has been accomplished and hearing from others.
And seeing that unam, no one else, was so excited that it felt more real how great she had achieved.
"It's a good thing. If the rumor spread to the island before we even came, it won't take long for it to spread to the world."
Unam nodded violently at Hyun Sang's words.
"Of course, Elder, as you may have seen on your way here, the harmony is a mess! Everyone is so happy that Hwasan is regaining his old reputation."
"Yes, it's a good thing."
Hyun Sang smiled pleasedly. Then Hyun Young opened his mouth with a slightly sharp voice.
"Well, that's enough praise for yourself."
It was simply a fierce elder figure.
"Did anything happen while we were away?"
"There wasn't anything that could have been a big problem. Due to trade with Unnam, we had to coordinate some matters with the top of the galaxy, but there has been no significant change, so please check and order."
"I see. Other than that...…."
"Other than that, I...…."
Unam turned his head in surprise as he stopped talking. A wretched scream came from outside the door.
"Well, other than that...…."
I tried to keep the conversation going by ignoring him somehow, but it didn't come easy for him to speak.
"Why is he back? Why!"
"As soon as I got here, what are you doing? Oh, my God!"
Unam, who shivered slightly, eventually got up from her seat and opened the door. I was about to scold him for making a fuss out here while talking to the writer.
But he lost his horse.
In just one poem, the disciples of blackened Hawasan were drooling and rolling on the floor.
'He put it in a coal mine and rolled it.'
It was definitely dry a little while ago.….
Chung-Myung, who is behind his disciples, was nodding his head.
"These guys are out! Why don't you play for a month because there's no one around?""Sue, I trained! I did my best!"
"Not bad, not bad? I've tried my best to stop them even if they're stabbing them with knives. A month is enough to learn a piece of grammar, and you're wasting that time? Come on, I'll take back the time the death penalty lost!"
"Sa, save me……(Screams!
A kind voice crossed Unam's ear, staring at the horrible scene in front of him.
"Oh? Yes! Jang Moon-in."
Unam looked back at Hyun Jong. Hyun Jong smiled softly and nodded.
Yeah, I'm gonna have to go stop him.….
Unam, who closed the door quietly as instructed by Jang, sat back as if nothing had happened.
What was more upsetting was that the elders and the ungum sat as if nothing had really happened.
I think you've changed something.'
I don't know what's changed, but I definitely feel something...….
"Anyway, that's why...…."
Throughout the meeting, the screams of the disciples lingered in their ears.
* * *
"Do you play?"
"Did you mean that a person overcame the crisis of death and got stabbed in Shaolin and played hard while being punched?"
The eyes of the Hwasan disciples were filled with water.
Of course I can understand being called names.
Although they practiced hard, they know that "somewhat" is quite important.
No matter how hard they practiced, it was impossible to say that they trained at the same intensity as Chung-Myung.
So you can get cursed at. To the point of course.
But what really made them sad was that it was Baek Cheon, not "he" Chung-Myung, who was running wild in front of their eyes.
Hell……. No, Baek Cheon, who had fallen down the cliff and returned to life, was literally nagging his disciples to the point of bleeding.
Was the cliff less high?'
'Just die there. I'll just die there.'
And the other disciples who went to Shaolin with him glared at them one by one.
Things that seemed like bandits when they went out went to Shaolin and came back as demons.
What the hell happened at the arena?'
Skills are divided by talent, but much of how much you have trained is determined. As a result, most of the people who visited Shaolin were highly distributed in each port.
So I can't rebel and I literally feel like I'm going to die.
"Yes! Death penalty!"
White porcelain boats and celadon boats with close military discipline answered loudly, leaning their upper bodies so that their backs were bent back.
"We came back from this Shaolin feeling a lot. It's not just an experience. It certainly helped a lot to look at the other Munpa's ignorance with your eyes."
Baek Cheon stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
It`s a pity as a death penalty that you`re the only ones who can`t have such a good experience."
"If you don't have teeth, you have to fill it with your gums. Me! This me! What you have seen and felt over the past month will be clearly engraved on your body! You don't have to worry because this experience will make you lose your motivation! Do you understand?"
Baek Cheon tilted his head as he looked at his students who responded loudly as if they were leaving.
"I'm not saying that you've been comfortable while we've been suffering like dogs because of someone. Never!"
In the past, Chung-Myung was the only one who messed up. Now we're all doing this together! All together!
Baek Cheon turned his head back and looked at the Wasan faction, which was flinching.
And he cut his own throat with his thumb.
Leading Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol flipped their eyes and rushed forward. At the same time, everyone who has been to Shaolin begins to attack with spiteful eyes as if they are going to solve their grudge.
There were people huddled together in the corner of Hwasan's practice armament, which began to be chaotic, as if they had nothing to do with the situation.
They were the Mundos of Hwayeongmun who accompanied Hwasan half of the ruler and half of the others.
They gazed with dismay at the smokestack.
"So Hwasan is full of the taste of Doga...…clean……."
Wirip San glanced away from his disciples.
"…I've been here so long ago."
"Everybody is a place to protect the duty of the Doe."…."
"……It used to be like that."
Wirip San, who coughed loudly, screamed.
"What looks like isn't everything! Didn't you see it in Shaolin? How great are Hwasan's stamps!"
"I know, but...…."
"Don't be misled by the way you look, see what you really mean! What do you mean it!
"…but my father."
Wiso Haeng, standing next to Wirip San, said dazedly.
"You said that I and some of my students would be trained in the main mountain."
Wirip San turned his head slowly.
Hawasan's disciples were foaming and throwing swords at each other.
Wirip San looked up at the high sky.
"…Let me think."
And he began to seriously wonder if there was something fatal wrong with his choice.