Since living with a new body, Chung-Myung has beaten others and never been beaten. Oh, of course I was beaten as soon as I opened my eyes, but without that.
But at this moment, Chung-Myung was being beaten with money, not a fist.
"Jung-Myung, are you okay?"
Baek Cheon, who encouraged Chung-Myung who grabbed the back of his neck, shouted urgently. Then Chung-Myung opened his eyes and jumped up.
"I won't sell it! I won't sell it even if you give me the money! Can't you get out of here right now?!"
"Hahaha, you're a quick-tempered seal. And……."
Nam Jamyong swept down his chin with regret.
"You don't know how to do business. After seven weeks, the price of the manuscript will fall in half. I think it's a good idea to take another penny and get out."
"Do you know who's here for business?"
Uh, I'm here to do business. That's
What's the big deal about business? It's a business if you make money.
"A noble man must know how to read the times. It's not like you don't know it's already over the top, but you don't have to make a loss out of your useless pride."
You're good at talking.
I want to find out how good you are at speaking even though your fist is stuck in your mouth.
Just one time.….
Hyun Young quickly approached and grabbed Chung-Myung's wrist, as if he had noticed it. And whispered with a smiling face.
"You can't use your fists."
"How about cutting?"
"That's even worse."
Chung-Myung couldn't help but groan.
They wouldn't know that HWASAN couldn't step down for a few bucks. Nevertheless, coming here and throwing a bag of money is a trick to mock Hwasan's situation.
When did Chung-Myung ever put up with this?
"Oh, you must have a really hard head. What if they come and inhale like this way?"
"Hahaha, how dare I share a sword with the world's Hwasan Divine Dragon? If the high-ranking disciples of the mainland came forward, we would be a fist in our fist."
Oh, that's mean.
It's so annoying that I want to smash everything.
"So what do you really want to say?"
"What's the point of such a thing? I'm literally just here to offer to buy a manor."
Nam Jamyong pointed backward with his chin.
"Of course it's not a big loss for Hwasan. But wouldn't Hwa Young-moon's stance be different?"
Chung-Myung unwittingly turned his head and looked at the expression of Wirip San. There seemed to be no change in expression. But even Chung-Myung knew that Nam Jamyong wasn't so wrong.
"It's heartbreaking to be the same shorthand. It's not once or twice that I get caught up in what my family is doing and lose money. So it's a suggestion I'd like to make to reduce the damage."
Chung-Myung looked at Nam Jamyong with a bewildering face.
"No, it's all because of who...…."
Then Hyun Young, who had been silent, opened his mouth.
When Hawsan's elder stepped forward, the world's Nam Jamyong bowed his head to show his respect.
"Is there any room for compromise?"
"Ha ha, Elder. You're saying something very interesting."
Nam Jamyong's eyes shone as he looked at Hyun Young.
"Have you ever heard of compromise in the relationship between Hwasan and Jongnam?"
"Yes, that's what I know. Although Jong-nam is sealed and I don't know the meaning of it all, if Jang had watched this situation, he wouldn't have ordered us to step down or compromise."That's true.
Because it's Jongnam.
Nam Jamyong soon looked sternly at Hyun Young.
"So we'll never give a piece of land to Hawasan until the last one is left. So why don't you know that it's not enough and go back to a peaceful harmony? That little town looks perfect on Hwasan, doesn't it?"
"No, but this bastard!"
When Chung-Myung tried to open his eyes, Baek Cheon and other students, who were waiting next to him, quietly grabbed and pressed down.
"The elder is talking."
"Stay still! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait!
Nam Jamyong smiled bitterly as if he were seeing all sorts of strange things.
"Anyway, the elder would have understood. So we're going to try our best to stop Hwagyeongmun from taking root here."
"We must root here at all costs."
Nam Jamyong smiled, showing his teeth at Hyun Young's words.
"You may think we're radical, but this is just the beginning. Besides what I'm doing right now, the way to bully Hwayeongmun is Mugung Mu Jin. Were there any gatekeepers trying to reach out in this West Bank? Why have all those places been pushed out in the last hundred years?"
"Let's not waste our minds on each other. If you want to step down in a good way, I'll compensate you for your loss as much as I can. I can help you if you want to open a door somewhere else. But!"
Nam Jamyong said coldly.
"No West Bank."
It was a very cold, completely different story than ever before.
"Especially not for Hwasan. If Jong-nam is going to sing a song in harmony, would Hwasan accept this?"
Hyun Young let out a low voice. Nam Jamyong shrugged and chocked.
"So stop going back. This is not the land of Hwasan. If you waste more time, you'll lose even more. Of course."
At the end of the remark, Nam Jamyong turned around.
Then Moon-ju, who had followed him, turned around laughing.
Chung-Myung eventually shook off the Baek Cheon crowd and rushed forward. Then he grabbed the bag of money that fell on the floor and threw it at Nam Jamyong.
"You have to take your stuff!"
Nam Jamyong smiled and picked up the bag of money that flew in.
"There's still pride left. Then you can do whatever you want."
Then he walked out of Hwagyeong, openly laughing at Chung-Myung.
Hwasan's disciples sighed in unison as they watched the doors of Jongnam's inner family.
Hyun Young nodded heavily at the worried voice of Wirip San.
"There's nothing to worry about. Of course, I expected this kind of backlash."
The situation has become too intense due to Jongnam's feud. I'm worried about where to start with this.'
Hyun Young turned his head slightly to the side.
Looking at Chung-Myung growling like a poisoned hound, he had a strange look on his face.
Just let it go?'
No, this is something to think about.
the real thing
The new door opened slowly with a small noise. Soon after, a nocturnal in a black suit came out cautiously.
Tightly clenched on his face, he rose to the roof without making a single sound.
"……."There was a voice blocking him.
The masked man's head turned back.
"I knew this would happen."
"That's the evergreen tree of Moorim. There's nothing changes."
"Hey! You can't carry plum swords!"
The masked man twisted his eyes. And he spoke in an unnatural low voice.
"How dare the little ones stop me...…."
"Chung-Myung아. The mask is crooked."
No, Chung-Myung raised his hand and fixed the mask.
Baek Cheon sighed as he saw it.
"Don't you think the elder should break his head!"
"I'm not waking up!"
Chung-Myung burst out.
"But you can break a leg stick! If you're going to do it, twist your arm!"
"…...it's tempting, to be honest."
Considering Nam Jamyong's attitude, which came during the day and was sly, they wanted to break Nam Jamyong's head first without Chung-Myung coming forward.
But if that really happens, Hwasan will lose all public sentiment in the West Bank.
"If it ends with only the deceitful ones, so will I. But if you take the West Bank by force, you can't win the hearts of the people! Then Jongnam's song will continue to emerge."
"Then we'll break everything that happens!"
"……Bongmun in the main mountain of Jongnam will be released someday."
"Then you can break Jongnam!"
"…I don't know why you joined the political faction once in a while."
If I had entered the Sapa, I would have become a talented person once every thousand years.
Too bad. Too bad.
"Anyway, never, so take that mask off and go back in."
"No, Sasook. Actually, I have something urgent to do right now, so I'll just go out for one. Just one sight is enough!"
"Don't talk nonsense, get down there, man!"
But Baek Cheon was not easy. Angry Chung-Myung turned his head and flinched as he tried to spit on the floor.
Oh, I'm wearing a mask.
"I tried to talk, but if you want to stop me, I can't help it."
Chung-Myung threatened by slapping a plum sword at his waist.
"Don't look at each other's blood and pretend you didn't see it."
"No, is this what you're going to do with the stabbing? Did you leave your personality in Hwasan?"
Jo-Gol whispered beside him as Baek Cheon screamed in a stupor.
"There was no such thing."
"Oh, that's right, isn't it?"
I was mistaken for a moment.
"Anyway, if you stay like this, we will tell the elder everything. If you can't even drink for months, you can go."
Chung-Myung clasped his head without being able to do this or that.
"No, the death penalty won't help!"
How do you stop them from getting their heads cut off?
'I would have pushed my back on the old priests.'
Death penalty! Long sentence death penalty!
The kids got weird. It wasn't like this before!
That's the way it was, you lunatic!
"I don't know. Anyway, I'm going!"
"I can't let you go!"
"Then I'm really going to get hot. Now, if you close your eyes and open the road, you can pretend nothing happened. Right?"
"Nothing's gonna happen here! It's a problem because things happen elsewhere!"
"No, I really don't know what to say.Why are you so loud from before?"
Chung-Myung, irritated by the constant noise from somewhere, turned his head."Huh?"
Wait a minute.
"What is it?"
"What's so loud?"
All those who surrounded Chung-Myung also extended their heads and looked out of the Hwayeong Gate.
"Huh? That one?"
"There's something coming."
Chung-Myung squinted his eyes.
In his sight, a group of powerful men were seen moving along the pipeline.
"Is Jongnam fooled? No, he's not."
Jongnam's shorthand is from a prestigious political faction, so it gives off a clear vibe.
However, the bodies of those who are coming here now had a lot of roughness.
Yeah, if I had to say, it's more like Sapa.….
"Safa in the West Bank?"
"He's coming this way."
Hawasan's disciples all turned around sensitively.
"To the entrance!"
When Chung-Myung flew first, everyone followed him.
As they moved to the entrance of Hwayeongmun in an instant, they opened the gate wide and looked at the coffin with slightly nervous eyes.
"Here he comes!"
Soon after, the number of people well over 100 at the end of the pipe appeared.
The armed men, who were all dressed in red and red clothing, walked in a straight line toward Hwayeongmun Gate.
Chung-Myung looked at them with a slightly strange look on his face.
They all seemed to have poor skills, but especially the energy that someone behind them was slightly stimulating Chung-Myung.
What's going on all of a sudden?'
Chung-Myung, who stared at them for a moment, said with his eyes fixed, jaw-dropping.
"Jo-Gol death penalty."
"When I signal, run inside and wake everyone up."
I don't know exactly how things were going, but they were not the ones who didn't know that the atmosphere was unusual.
Everyone maintained their tension by lifting their history throughout the body.
In the meantime, those who were coming in on the pipe approached in an instant and stood at the entrance of Hwayeongmun.
"Is it here?"
The people in line split from side to side, and a man walked out slowly behind them.
He patted his chin and looked at Chung-Myung, blocking the entrance of Hwayeong Gate.
Feeling the seriousness from him, Yeop-pyeong smiled without realizing it.
"I thought it was an understatement, but I didn't know there was such a big fish. What's your name, young man?"
But when Chung-Myung heard it, he smirked.
"Ha, the world is better. How dare a papa talk to me?"
Jokessado Yoppyyong chuckled back.
"You're such an arrogant fellow. But I have a question to ask."
"Why are you wearing a mask? At this late hour?
Everyone standing next to Chung-Myung sneaked away.
'Oh, I want to run away.'
I can't live because I'm embarrassed.'
However, Chung-Myung was very confident.
"I just wrote it. Why?"
"Ha ha. You have a lot of nerve like Jongnam who thinks the world wrong. You look amazing in front of this old man. I've trampled on the door to the world today...…."
Chung-Myung, who had been listening, raised one hand and blocked the horse.
"Wait a minute."
"…Can't you read the letters?"
Everyone's head slightly went up in front. Those who checked the letters on the signboard lowered their eyes again.
Yuppyeong closed his mouth and looked back. Then someone shouted back there.
"Daeju! Daeju! Not here! This is Hwajeongmun and the place to go is Hwajeongmun! Why are you stopping me?""Oh, really? Not here?"
"Keep going! Keep going! We have to go in there!"
Yuppyeong looked at Chung-Myung, smacking his lips as if embarrassed.
"…Well, excuse me."
"Oh, well, you're welcome."
Yuppyeong heaved and coughed and often turned away.
"Where's the fire door?"
"We need to go in that way more."
"Then you should have told me! Whoops!"
Hwasan's disciples all looked at the crowd as they moved away with a blank face.
"What the hell are those idiots?"
Chung-Myung's words represent their feelings.
But Baek Cheon's face was still severely hardened.
"Didn't he look strong?"
"Oh, you were pretty strong."
"…I can't do this. I need to tell the elder right now."
"If it's a fire gate, it's not a folk song of Jongnam! Anyone can tell that the Sapans are looking for a fire gate at this late night, which means they have a bad intention! So I'm gonna take action right now.…."
Chung-Myung grabbed Baek Cheon's shoulder as he tried to rush inside, speaking in a hurry.
"No, why are you...…."
Looking back, Baek Cheon flinched for a moment.
He was smiling with a soft face that never existed again.
"We didn't see anything."
"And I'll never see you again. Okay?"
"You, you, you... " Don't tell me...…?"
"Why? They said that. The West Bank land is for Jongnam."
"He, he is. But...!
Chung-Myung's face was almost like Buddha's warmth.
"It happened on their land, and they'll figure it out."
What if I don't?
"Oh, my God. This happens when Jong-nam returns. I'm sorry to hear that. giggle giggle."
No, he's a demon.
His disciples all closed their eyes as they watched the demon holding his belly and laughing.
'This side is more like Safa.'
'He's a bad introduction. It'd be perfect to wear it there.'
What can I do?
Already a disciple of Hwasan.
It's a pity.