Chapter - 362 Episode 362. What should I do? (2)



Boom boom boom!



Drums rang out loudly.



Chung-Myung's voice spread resonantly through the loud drumming.



"Sorimgwon! The last chance to learn the world's greatest power right here in the West Bank! The best description in the world that won the Cheonhabi competition! Monk Hye Yeon will guide you!"



"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"



As soon as the words ended, people raised their voices as if they were responding.



"A chance never to come again for the rest of my life! You can take this opportunity if you enter Hwayeongmun right now!"



"Oh, my God, I can learn Shaolin's martial arts!"



"There are no Shaolin's inner songs in the West Bank!"



"Also, you can learn how to do Hwasan's sword, so you can just ditch and catch crayfish!"



The reaction was explosive.



No matter how much Hwasan is in the air now, is it comparable to Shaolin, which has been called the strong north pole for hundreds of years?



In particular, the less knowledgeable the stronger the difference between the two clans becomes. Shaolin is a gatekeeper who can't help but hold on to a passing child.



"Hye Yeon, aren't you the one who will become Shaolin's mastermind in the future?""



"There you go! There you go! Apparently, he's a tough guy to come out every few hundred years. I can't believe someone like that taught me how to do it! Where in the world would you go to have this luxury?"



People's eyes began to seething.



This is an opportunity that can't even be gained by entering Shaolin. Even if she enters Shaolin, would Hye Yeon, who has a pet, be able to direct her?



It was a luxury that only a few of those who entered Shaolin could enjoy.



But I can't believe you can enjoy that luxury in this remote West Bank family. Isn't it like a golden egg came out of a grain of grain?



"I wanted to learn martial arts!"



"You're right! What's the point of learning the sword? I don't usually carry a sword with me, but I can't believe you're teaching me how to play Shaolin! I can't miss this opportunity!"



Chung-Myung smiled brightly as he watched the explosive reaction grow bigger and bigger without cooling down.



"Oh, my God, it's Shaolin!"



What?



Wasan? Jongnam?



Come on. Arthur.



How can you bring Hwasan or Jongnam to Shaolin's shining stomach light?



But unlike Chung-Myung, who was delighted with the situation, Hye Yeon's face was turning pale.



"Shi, shi!"



"Huh?"



"Ee, you can't do this. Shaolin's martial arts can only be learned by Shaolin's disciples. I'm not free to teach others!"



"Tsk tsk tsk. Look at him, man."



"…Yes?"



Chung-Myung twisted his face and kicked his tongue as if he was pathetic.



"He's naive because he's only in the mountains. Anyway, this is the problem with students from prestigious families."



Chung-Myung sneaked up on Hye Yeon and pulled her around his neck.



"You said you'd teach me the right to make sounds, not the right to make sounds."



"…What? He, what do you mean……."



"What is Shaolin's basic martial arts?"



"Of course, it's Na Han-kwon."



"Yeah, but I didn't say I'd teach you a book."



Hye Yeon opened her eyes wide and looked at Chung-Myung. It was hard to understand what he meant.



"What do you mean……."



"Tsk tsk. Look at this middle man."



Chung-Myung whispered with a slightly serious face."Where are you a student?"



"Of course, So-seung is a student of Shaolin."



"Yeah, you're a student of Shaolin, and the martial arts you teach is Shaolin power. Even if you teach me how to play trilateralism on the street, Shaolin's draw will guide me, so I can call it Shaolin. Don't you think so?"



What nonsense is that?'



Looking at Hye Yeon's face, Chung-Myung just smiled pleasedly.



"So you just have to teach basic percussion. Do you understand?"



"Ha, but isn't that a scam!"



"Oh, my God, look at this mess. Where are you going to put this seal's opinion to be bought? To be beaten!"



Hye Yeon blinked her eyes. But Chung-Myung seemed to like that kind of reaction.



Chung-Myung slightly untied Hye Yeon's neck and put her arms around her shoulder.



"Come on, smile, smile. People are watching. Hurry up and pretend you're close."



"What?"



"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Pretend to be close. Smile!"



"…haha."



Hye Yeon started to laugh with an awkward face as her hand held onto her shoulder tightened.



And when they saw it, they were constantly amazed.



"Oh! Don't the Chung-Myung seal and monk Hye Yeon look pretty special?"



"That's fascinating. It's not easy for those two to get close because they played each other in the final round of the world tournament!"



"There must be a high sense of loyalty between a noble monk and a monk like us! Those who acknowledge each other can leave the relationship and become friends, right?"



"Let's see! Let's see! Indeed!"



An indescribable strange look appeared on Hye Yeon's face.



And the Baek Cheon crowd, who was watching from behind, laughed pleasantly.



"That's hard work."



"It's obvious that he's being dragged away by a bully."



"You wonder what this is."



They couldn't help but feel sorry for Hye Yeon, who is already starting to get into Chung-Myung's hands.



So why would you walk in on your own...….



"No one is even suspicious."



"Who thinks Shaolin's Hye Yeon is threatened. Of course they'll think we're close."



"What a world it is...…."



For those who do not know the circumstances, this scene is bound to look more amicable.



"Come on! This is not what you're going to do!"



Chung-Myung shouted decisively.



"It's not an opportunity that comes every day. We can't get introduced indefinitely, so if you're going to be introduced, hurry up and get in line!"



The disturbance grew at the words.



"I'll be the first to begin with!"



"Three months free if you start, right?""



"What are you talking about?"



Chung-Myung, who was standing with a gracious face, suddenly stared.



"That's until yesterday! From now on, those who are entering and coming back in should pay!"



"…It wasn't free until yesterday!"



"Woo, my kid was out two days ago, so shouldn't he just accept it?"



"They've sold their conscience! Go out on your own and crawl back in and do it for free...….Ups! Ups!"



"Hahaha!"



Hyun Young, who was watching the situation, reached out and covered Chung-Myung's mouth.



Then he slipped to the other disciples behind him and began to explain instead.



"We're working hard to invite Monk Hye Yeon, so we can't accept it for free like we've ever done. Instead, I'll make sure you don't waste your tuition.""Well, that's not wrong. I'm learning from monk Hye Yeon, but free doesn't make sense!"



"I'm willing to pay a fortune and learn! How much! How much do I owe you!"



"Me, too! I'll pay for it, too! Take my baby first!"



Chung-Myung shook off Baek Cheon's hand covering his mouth and screamed.



"Madam, take the guest! And now the tuition is prepaid. Three months' worth!"



"Well, is that three?"



"That's ridiculous! It's nine! From now on, the tuition will triple!"



"Yep, seal!"



Even though the tuition has tripled, the line has not been reduced.



Literally, there's a lot of visitors.



Chung-Myung looked at the scene with a face as proud as a man with a golden calf in front of him.



"Take my money, three times a week!"



"Hehehehehe!"



"Get out of my way! I'll pay for a year's tuition in advance! So make sure you put my kid in!"



"Hehehehehehe!"



"Noisy! I'll put all five of my kids in one go and pay three years' tuition at the same time.



"LOL! LOL!"



Money!



Money is rolling in!



Hyun Young and Wirip San also liked it, so they didn't know what to do. There was a stark difference from the other day when we were operating under the name of Hwasan.



Let's see, Shaolin!



No other clique in the world would beat Shaolin in fame.



"Oh, how easy it is to make money!"



Now that things are going to work out, the pumpkin...…. No, the monk is rolling in!



That's how you live! To this taste!



Chung-Myung, who was delighted to the fullest, suddenly turned his head to the side, looking at him. And I asked Hye Yeon.



"What are you doing?"



"…Yes?"



"I'm going to go out and show you my fist when people like me so much!"



At the moment, Hye Yeon's face turned red as if it was on fire.



"…Shi, Shizu. I……."



"The price of food!"



"……."



Chung-Myung opened his ax.



"Where are you going? You're not a beggar. You're trying to f*ck me with your bare mouth! I'll pay for the meal!"



"He, by the way...…."



Hye Yeon looked at Chung-Myung with a puzzled face and finally sighed deeply at his continuous wipe.



It's a performance. It's a performance.'



That Chung-Myung can't make me do this for no reason.



Didn't he feel the weight inside Chung-Myung himself?



So there's a reason...….



No, is there really a reason?'



Really?



Hye Yeon, who eventually put everything down, stepped forward.



Looking at Hye Yeon slowly taking the posture of Na Han-kwon, the middle class responded explosively.



"Hye Yeon's seal is giving a demonstration!"



"Oh, my God, I never thought I'd see Shaolin with my own eyes!"



"What the hell is going on? Jong-nam hasn't done this in decades! In less than 10 days, there's Wasan and Shaolin!"



"It's getting really fun after the English is here! It's become a lot of fun! Hahaha!



Hye Yeon slowly began to stretch her fists in the pouring roar.



Hawasan's disciples shook their heads together.



"There's another one going."



"Look at you working hard in the meantime. You have to learn that."



"Poor thing."



Baek Cheon grinned as he listened to Yoon-jong, Jo-Gol and Yoo-Esul.



"Bullga, California.



"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"'There's a saying. He is indeed a high monk."



"…I think it's a little different from that."



Anyway.



Well, it's hell anyway.



"Anyway, I think the problem is solved."



"…Bad luck is good luck, but……."



Hwasan's disciples looked at Chung-Myung.



"LOL! LOL!"



"…What a ridiculous way to solve it. That tough guy."



"I know."



Hawsan's disciples sighed in unison.



"…Master Moon, what should I do?"



"……."



Nam Jamyong's face, which was watching from afar, hardened coldly.



'This is a stupid move!'



Hye Yeon, who is doing martial arts with a red face, and Chung-Myung, who is holding his stomach and smiling behind him, penetrated the eyes.



I've been through so many situations in my life, but I swear to God, this was the first time I've ever seen anything so upset.



"Isn't it impossible to press the English language directly…"…."



"Ugh."



Nam Jamyong's face is completely distorted.



If Hwa Young-moon raised the momentum excessively, he was also thinking of pressuring his disciples while they were missing or protesting with Jongnam's name.



However, it has become impossible as long as Shaolin's student is in Hwayeongmun.



No matter how much this is the home of Jongnam, there is no gall to press the place where Shaolin's disciple is.



"That's a piece of shit! I can't do it on my own, so you want me to attract Shaolin?"



"…It's not even just Shaolin, it's Hye Yeon. Isn't the leader of Shaolin so fond of him and that the future Shaolin is taken for granted?"



"…...that dumb worm thing."



Nam Jamyong grinds his teeth.



He was more enraged by the West Bank people cheering for them than Hye Yeon or Chung-Myung. How much has Jong-nam done for them so far that they are so enthusiastic about such outsiders?



"I tried to hold it in, if I could!"



Nam Jamyong glared at the scene with ferocious eyes, and looked as if it were Sagal.



"If you don't understand me, I'll let you know with your body! How gracious we have been in the meantime."



"Are you going to hit the English door?"



"What a stupid thing to say it! How can you deal with the aftermath if you touch where Hawasan and Shaolin are together?"



"If I do…?"



"It's not English that needs to be played."



His eyes turned to those who cheered.



"You have to make people who don't even know the grace pay for it."



As Nam Jamyong's eyes got colder and colder, everyone around him trembled.



'Isn't this getting too big?'



It wasn't supposed to be like this.'



But it's already a sign.



The West Bank began to boil like a lit oil can.



Not knowing that a crisis that they have never experienced is approaching.