Chapter - 360 Episode 360. What's going on? (5)





Chung-Myung looked at the children training with a smile on their face.

And that look, Hawsan's disciples, looked on with a look of great anxiety.

"What's wrong with him?"

"What do you mean?"

"I thought I'd roll the floor right away when my disciples came in, but you're surprisingly calm."

"…I've heard of it."

Baek Cheon frowned as if he didn't understand.

"Just because that demon is a child, I can't let it go."

But contrary to their concerns, Chung-Myung was now in a more gentle state.

"Cute boy."

I felt proud to see the children who had not yet lost baby fat lined up and punched.


So why did you do that to the death penalty before?

I don't have to teach them.'

Nephews are prettier to the eyes than children. I don't have to raise my nephew. All you have to do is be pretty.

How cute and cute are young disciples that I don't have to teach with sweat?

In addition

"Now, let's stretch out our hands a little bit more."

"There you go! There you go! You're good."

"Don't cry! If you cry, you can't be a strong man!"

I wanted to give a round of applause to the students of Hwayeongmun, including Hwayeongmunju, as they were watching them guide their children.

He said, "The disciples of Hwagyeong were treating children as if it were a vocation.

Do it.

How many years has Hwayeongmunju run a military service in Namyoung?

You have to catch one more child to earn even one more penny. The experience of making desperate efforts not to miss the child who came in was now shining here.

On the other hand...

"These worthless people."

When Chung-Myung stared with his ax eyes open, Hwasan's disciples turned their heads slightly.

"What the hell can I do to make a fuss about all the kids going home crying before it's over?"

"…I was gentle."

"I did it really softly."

"Shut up!"

Hwasan's disciples poked out their mouths as they saw Chung-Myung screaming and nagging.

Who taught you all that?'

I did it really softly! Really!

Unfortunately, however, by Hwasan's standards, "slightly" was too harsh for children to withstand.

"That's enough. What do I want from you?"

Chung-Myung, who looked at Hwasan's disciples with his eyes on the insectivores, looked at the children again with a gentle face.

'That's all about money.'

Chung-Myung's smile was even more pleasing.

Rather than earning money from the beginning, it is different from the students of the main mountain who earn money from the Munpa. Those shorthand disciples are the most precious beings in the world who bring money by learning nothing!

Then the most beautiful system in the world will be completed, in which their money will swell the belly of the inner family, and the inner family will return to its original state.

So how could it not be pretty?

Looking at the children punching like chicks, I was full without eating, and I wasn't tired without sleeping.


Eventually, Chung-Myung, who laughed out loud, muttered.

"This is just the beginning."

For now, the inner family of the West Bank will be firmly established around Hwayeongmun Gate. And around this West Bank, we should gradually increase the number of inner family members throughout the island.

"From west to west! From the island to the world!"

When all that has been done, Hwasan will be confident that he has finally recovered his influence from the past."I'm making a fortune! Giggling!"

Chung-Myung laughed his head off.


Things don't always work out the way you want them to.

'…...why does something seem empty?'

Chung-Myung looked at the children training with suspicious eyes.

One, two, three, four...….'

I beg you.

It's only been three days since the children started training, and it feels like more than this month has already fallen.

No, not the feeling.….

"Why, why are there fewer kids?"

At Chung-Myung's question, Hwayoung Mun-ju, who was watching the training, smiled awkwardly.

"The original motivation doesn't last ten days. The remaining children often go all the way after 10 days."

"…It's been three days now."

"It's unfortunate, but I have to accept it, seal. I'd be glad if half of them were left."

Chung-Myung turned his head and looked at Hwayeongmunju with a blank face.



So you're giving me half the money you earn?'

My heart hurts.

"Oh, no. Then my money...…."

Hwasan's money never became his money from the start, but it wasn't in Chung-Myung's head.

It was then.

Climbing around.

Two of the hard-working children rushed to the place where Hwayeongmunju and Chung-Myung were.

"Hey, there, Master Moon."


When I looked at them with my eyes, they said, "My eyes are slightly relaxed."

"When can I learn the flower-drawing sword?"

The cute voice made Hwa Young-moon-ju smile pleased.

"Ha ha. You must want to draw plum blossoms. But it's still too early for you guys. At least 10 years from now, you have to wield a sword to draw plum blossoms."

"Oh! Ten years?"

"Sure. You just have to work hard for ten years!"

"Yes! I'm quitting."


"Oh, it was hard. Let's go home."




The children greeted brightly and left Hwayeongmun without looking back.


Hwayoung Moon-joo and Chung-Myung looked at the back of the scene with a blank face, unable to contain themselves.

It's been another day.

"…...why did the kids cut in half again?"


"This isn't some kind of battlefield, and people disappear after they sleep."

The number of people will not decrease so rapidly even in battlefields where desertions frequently occur at night due to fraud falling to hell.

"Moonjoo, what the hell is going on here?"

"……You can tell me that…"…."

Jo-Gol smiled bitterly as he watched the two people staring at the smoke field with blank faces.

"I don't think he knows why he has to train so hard."


"Come to think of it, the ones who came here to start are not interested in learning in the first place."


"The interested ones have already entered Jongnam and Jongnam's inner family."



I didn't think of that.

"What do you mean?"

Jo-Gol nods his head.

"Yeah, that means the kids who are new here don't have any interest in rolling around and training. They were forced to come by their parents' hands, or they came because the flowers they saw that day were beautiful.…."

A brief blur of speech, he gestured at the children who were training.

"They're not interested because they keep teaching us how to punch."

"Well, what if I teach you a sword?"

"That'll make it similar."

The answer was Baek Cheon. His expression was also slightly heavy.

"I know he's doing great, but there's no reason to drop his old stamp and come anywhere else. You can learn the sword from Jongnam's inner family.""Well, swordsmanship is different."

"That's true……."

Yoon-Jong also participated in the war.

"Friends are more important to children of that age than fancy swordsmanship in the first place. You don't want to be away from your close friends to learn other swordsmanship."



"What's a friend?"


Looking at Chung-Myung asking with his eyes wide open, Yun-Jong closed his eyes without realizing it.

'This guy's screwed.'

In the first place, he doesn't understand people who live ordinary lives.

"So to sum up."

Baek Cheon said emphatically.

"It can have a sparkly effect by showing plumage or reducing the cost of lessons, but it doesn't have the effect of stealing those who have already mastered martial arts."

"The opponent is Jong-nam of the old file room, and we haven't returned to the old file room yet."

"In addition, half of the people in the West Bank are related to Jong-nam."

Chung-Myung growled, showing his teeth.

"Don't be so obvious. So what's the deal?"

"……I don't really have a plan…"…."


Chung-Myung couldn't contain his anger and kicked Jo-Gol right in front of him.

"Those who don't have a plan, they're making people laugh!"

"Calm down, Chung-Myung."

Baek Cheon quickly dissuaded him from doing so.

"The number of students has decreased a bit, but it's not a small number. If you gradually increase it...…."

"In what time! At this rate, I'll have a second family when I become a white-haired grandfather! Before that, the asteroid is going to die!"

Chung-Myung gritted his teeth. And said with a curt face.

"I mean, do I have to show you something that's definitely different from Jong Nam's inner family?""

"…Yes, I should be."

"Then why don't we go break the heads of the clans?"

"…It's meaningless for you, a native disciple. If I want to wake up, I'll be a master...…. No, I have to break his head, but Jongnam is in Bongmun."

"Oh, why are you so busy at times like this?"


You were so happy that you visited at a time like this.

You're so spineless.

Baek Cheon swallowed something he couldn't bear to say.

"Oh, yeah.

Chung-Myung was wrapped up in agony.

"The difference…… is the difference. Something definitely better than Jongnam.…. No, what else is there besides being good at cutting?"

Then, suddenly, he shouted out, "Maybe I was angry again."

"Let's just say he's not coming. What do you mean, they've done enough to get out of here? Anyway, you know what? You don't even have the guts! It wasn't like that back in my day! In my day!"

"Just calm down for now."

Chung-Myung sighed, whose anger was extinguished again. Anger did not necessarily remind me of a sharp number.

Even the world's Chung-Myung had no immediate solution to this.

I've done almost everything I can under his name.'

After all, Jongnam or Hwasan or a gatekeeper who uses a sword.

No matter how hard it is to show the difference in a short period of time, it means that it is difficult to show the difference.

If Jong-nam hadn't been there, I could have followed him and showed him the difference.

Chung-Myung, a student of Bonsan, has no choice but to bully the child while the adult is away.

Wouldn't that rather interfere with gathering people?

"Well, that's a headache."

"And as I said earlier, I'd rather teach the sword fast...….""That's not working."

But Chung-Myung said firmly.

"This is a central issue. The disciples of the inner family are basically difficult to carry around swords. It means it's hard to use the sword right away when there's a problem. You must teach percussion."

"But no one wants to learn Hwasan's art of percussion."

"Well, that's the problem."

Chung-Myung sighed again.

If the newly received disciples of Hwagyeongmun make some achievements, there will be people who believe and endure, but right now, they are teaching authority with a sword as bait.

So it's hard to be interested.

"We have to figure this out somehow."

But the solution doesn't mean it's going to fall from the sky...….

It was then.

"Are you there?"

A deep voice came from the entrance.


Everyone inside turned to the entrance in unison.

You sound like you've heard something, who...….



"What, what?"

The eyes of the disciples of Hwasan and Hwayeongmun, who identified the person standing at the entrance, stood out.

No, that one?

Well, that's definitely...…that?

a bluish haircut

Red color acceptance.

It looks a bit airy, but it's centered.

"Why is he coming out of here?"

Standing at the entrance, he looked around and made eye contact with Chung-Myung and smiled broadly.

"Amitabul, Shizu! You're here! It's Soseung and Hye Yeon! Do you remember me?"


Chung-Myung's face, which looked blank, showed signs of absurdity. Then, a moment later, Chung-Myung opened his mouth with a slightly lost voice.

"…Living in private."


"Why is he here?"

"…I do."

Rubbing his eyes a couple of times, he smiled absurdly.

"Huh…. Huh. Why are you rolling in?"

Although the solution didn't fall from the sky.

"I never thought I'd walk in on my own."

This is why people should live a good life.

"Living quarters."


"Get him for now."


Chung-Myung giggled and stood up.

"Found it, solution!"

Meanwhile, Hye Yeon smiled pleasedly and felt unknown anxiety as she saw Chung-Myung approaching me.

Did I come home safely?'


You're in the wrong place.