Chapter - 387 Episode 387. If I had to die, I'd be the first to die. (2)

"Then I look forward to your kind cooperation, Hwayeongmunju."

"Elderly…. Why don't you go away. Hwayeongmun still needs guidance from the elder."

"My my."

Hyun Young smiled and tapped Hwayeongmunju Wirip San on the shoulder.

"Humble is good, but too much humility is rather proportional. When it comes to running shorthand, where can I compare myself to the ability of the Englishman?"


"There's nothing to worry about."

Hyun Young smiled softly, reassuring Wirip San.

"Isn't it a long way from West Bank to Hwasan? If anything happens to Hwayeongmun, we will definitely come."

"Elderly, thank you very much for saying so."

"I have to thank you, man."

Hyun Young patted Wirip San's shoulder once again.

"Since there are many students here and there is no one to compete with, wouldn't Hwayeongmun have to thrive?""

"Yes! Of course."

"Let's talk about opening additional house in the near future."

"Yes, there are some of our masters who are somewhat older than us. They will also be good enough to open the door."

"What a good thing. It's a good thing. And……."


The hand of Hyun Young, who grabbed Wirip San's shoulder, gained strength.

"Let's send the moon rain through the top of the galaxy."


"I don't mean to burden you, but...…."

Hyun Young checked the number of students standing behind the Wirip San with sharp eyes.

"You'll come in plainly."

"…I will continue to increase my student base."

"Ha ha. This guy. What if my body gets damaged? Hahaha."


I think you need to clarify if you want me to reduce my student because I'm sick or if you want me to receive more students even if I'm sick…….

You're dying of love for your face.….

Wirip San slipped back from Hyun Young. And looked at the disciples of Hwasan, who surrounded the luggage.

"Doctors, you didn't even get a good rest.…."

"Hehe. It's okay."

Chung-Myung shrugged.

"Actually, I can stay a little longer, but I feel like the death penalty is being lifted. I don't have enough time to train."

"…I did that much, but I'm not good enough?"

"That demon...…."

There was a vicious rant coming from behind, but Chung-Myung neatly ignored their complaints.

"And the best way to help the inner family is to strengthen their home turf. Don't worry about it. No matter what I do! By all means! I'll help you completely."

No…… well… To that extent....

Wirip San couldn't bear to answer and looked at Chung-Myung with a slightly weary face. Wiso Haeng, who was guarding him at the time, stepped up instead and bowed his head.

"Thank you very much, ma'am."

"Oh, yeah, but the work. You……."

Chung-Myung tilted his head.

"Didn't you say you wanted to train in the main mountain?"

"Am I?"

"Yes, I'm sure you'll...…."


"You didn't do that last time...…."

"Am I?"



Wiso Haeng stared confidently at Chung-Myung with a face unchanged.

"…He's going to be big."

Stop it.

In the past, of course, Wiso Haeng wanted to train in the main mountain.

You can't be a disciple of Hwasan because you had to continue your English sentence, but if you want to at least be proud of yourself as a descendant of Hwasan, shouldn't you stay in Hwasan at least once?


I won't go even if I die!

I'm still going to die.

Chung-Myung이……. No, the training method that Hwasan passed on to Hwayeongmun was so radical that the disciples of Hwayeongmun were wailing.Wirip San, the owner of the gate, is truly regretting that Hwasan is leaving, but the disciples of Hwagyeongmun, who are rolling themselves, have completely different thoughts.

'Please go away.'

Please don't do that, Master Moon. What if you really don't go and stay longer?'

'The legs I rolled yesterday are shaking. But if he shows a weak side, he'll try to roll it again.'

For only a month or so, the Hwayeong Mundos were skin and bones, making them look like they had not eaten a bowl of porridge.

Even though Miss Yooli was just a five-branch job for the Hwasan disciples.

But what?

Do you train in the main mountain?



"I want to help my father! I'm supposed to be the ghost of the English language!"

"Oh, really?"

Chung-Myung nodded obediently. And he looked at Wirip San and said,

"Master Moon."


"Send this to Hwasan when the English is properly organized."


"I'll give it back to you as the perfect successor to Hwayeongmun."

"……I will."

"Oh, my father?"

Wiso Haeng opened her eyes wide, but Wirip San turned a blind eye to such a son. And I think I'm taking another step towards Chung-Myung.

"If you want to continue the Wasan family, you have to train in the main mountain."

Wait a minute?

My father has never been trained...….


Chung-Myung and Wirip San held each other's hands tightly together.

Wiso Haeng, watching the old generation's hollering in real time, was going crazy, but what could he do?

What he doesn't have the power to stop this opposition.

"Then I'll see you next time."

"Bur, are you leaving already?"

"We have to hurry to get back to Hwasan."

Wirip San smacked his lips with regret.

After coming to the West Bank, I experienced such stormy things that the past time felt so short.

"Master Moon."

"Yes, a small stamp."

"I look forward to your kind cooperation."

I'm not asking you to lead the English, I'm asking you to lead the West Bank well.


It was.

It meant that Wirip San was not just a doorkeeper, but a colleague to take charge of an area.

I don't know exactly what he meant, but at least that's what Wirip San took.

"Don't worry, small stamp. Hwayeongmun is Hwasan's slang. I will shine Hwasan's name as a proud clique who is not ashamed of anything else."

Chung-Myung grinned.

"Hehe. We'd appreciate that."

Wirip San looked at him still and smiled.


He still hasn't forgotten.

- Hwasan will remember.

What Chung-Myung said to him in the past.

- Hwasan never forgets grace. Munju's devotion to Hwasan over the past few decades will surely be rewarded.

Wirip San lowered his head slightly as he pressed down on the sour eye.

What a strange man he is.'

The world has changed, the status of Hwasan has changed, and so has Wirip San. Chung-Myung is no different from when he walked into Hwayeong Gate in the past.

Oh, of course, unlike other people, it's not necessarily a good thing for Chung-Myung, but...….


"A small stamp."


"…Thank you."

Chung-Myung grinned at Wirip San's words.

Wirip San's heart warms with that warm smile...….

"Then raise the payment. Wasan finances are at a standstill these days."

It wasn't…….

"……No! You made a lot of money!"

"It's not enough to make money!"

"Eat the livers of the fleas!"

"I don't think it's a flea anymore.""No work."

Wirip San smirked.

"Let's talk when the English is a little bigger."

"Then I'll have to work hard to grow up."

Laughing Chung-Myung finally turned around. There's no end to talking like this. The reason for making such nonsense is because Chung-Myung is a little sad to leave here, too.


"Yes, Elder."

"Or when we're not around, we'll have to talk to the top of the galaxy first. You've talked to my boss."

"Yes! I will."


Hyun Young peeked back. Confirming that all of Hwasan's disciples were ready, he nodded loudly.

"Let's go."


Soon after, they left Hwayeongmun with the sight of the Mundos.

"Doctors, be careful on your way home!"

"Thank you!"

"Peace on your way!"

"Don't come back!"

At the end, it seemed like something had intervened, but no one asked.

"I'll see you all next time."

Hwasan's disciples waved their hands, and Hwayeong Mundo waved fiercely to see them off.

"Here we go! Here we go!"

"Hahaha. It was too long."

"You're not coming back, are you?"

"I'm free! I'm free! Hahaha!"

Even if the lost country is recovered, there will not be such an enthusiastic response.

Listening to the voices of his disciples behind his back, Wirip San distorted his face.

'The rotten ones.'

And from tomorrow, I will roll these guys more aggressively than the Hwasan disciples used to roll them.

He waved for a very long time at Hawasan's estranged disciples.

"……Thank you."

A mixed word of regret and gratitude flowed out without realizing it.

"Can I go like this?"


Chung-Myung tilted his head when asked by Baek Cheon. Baek Cheon hesitated for a moment.

"……I feel like I'm just working."

"It's not like I'm staying a thousand years in the first place."

Chung-Myung had a bitter smile.

Of course I knew what Baek Cheon was saying. In order to make sure the work is done, teaching more English literature and guiding the students below it should also be done a little more.


"Hwajeongmun is Hwajeongmun. They've been running the doorstep well even when Hwasan wasn't very good. Better doorkeeper than Hwasan, by the way."

"Well, that's true."

"It's presumptuous of us to interfere more. The work of Hwagyeongmun is done by Hwagyeongmun. Hwasan's shorthand is not a man who replaces Hwasan's work in the distance. It's a place that supports Hwasan as a gatekeeper for itself."

Chung-Myung turned his head slightly and looked at Hwayeongmun, which is now far away.

"The upper gatekeeper is a great gatekeeper. You'll do well."

Baek Cheon looked at him with a new look.

In fact, it was unusual for Chung-Myung to think so highly of someone. In the end, he had to stomp his head.

"If you do, then you do."

Chung-Myung shrugged.

"And the ghost gate?"

"I told him to come to Hwasan, so he'll come to you. This is something I need to report to a long storyteller."


Baek Cheon smiles strangely.

'Thorough in strange places.'

Usually, Chung-Myung takes care of things however he wants, but he doesn't cross the line when it comes to the authority of a long writer.

Of course, it's so obvious, but Baek Cheon was just amazed that Chung-Myung was sticking to that line.

"So now all we have to do is go to Hwasan."

"Yes, but...…."

Chung-Myung pointed to the person standing with his chin blocked the canal."I guess there's still one left."


Baek Cheon squinted and looked as he blocked Hwasan's parade.

Nam Jamyong.

He, who was the gatekeeper of Seowolmun and the representative of Jongnam's inner family, was waiting for Hwasan's disciples, standing in a line between Korea and China.

Hyun Young quietly opened his mouth while watching Nam Jamyong.

"What's going on? Nam Munju?

"…I heard you're leaving."

"That's what happened."

Nam Jamyong bit his lips and stared at Hyun Young and his disciples.

"It's not true that I've been ugly."


"And it is not true that he has shown embarrassment."



Nam Jamyong said firmly.

"Don't think it's over. Jongnam's inner song does not collapse as it is. I don't know how long it'll take, but we'll definitely get what we lost."

Hyun Young, who was listening to the words, grinned.

"That's a good word."

"…Are you ignoring me?"

"No way."

Hyun Young shook his head and said,

"What you have lost is the people of the West Bank. In order to regain the public sentiment in the West Bank, shouldn't we carry out the consultation in a low position? Then the West Bank will be a better place to live, so of course it's a good thing."


"And... remember one thing. Hwasan never ignores other gatekeepers. The sorrow we received for a long time was too great. Nam Mun-ju will understand what I mean."

Nam Jamyong nodded unconsciously. Hyun Young went on.

"Tuesday and thirtieth, everything is bound to decline one day. But there's no end to the decline. When winter goes by, flowers always bloom again."

Nam Jamyong, who was still looking at Hyun Young, slowly stepped aside and opened the way. And still gunned down at them.


It would have been the best courtesy he could have on his part.

Hyun Young, who gave him a light hand, smiled and moved on.

"Let's go."


Nam Jamyong did not release his gun until they were completely out of line.

It wasn't until he looked so small that Baek Cheon opened his mouth to Chung-Myung.

"That's amazing."


"I thought Nam Mun-ju was the most terrible person among the people who lived in Jongnam."

"I thought Sasook was the worst white porcelain boat."


"But it's true."


Chung-Myung grinned at Baek Cheon, who was furious at the joke.

"People depend on their situation. To truly know who he is, you have to look down."

"…...that man was uninhabited on the floor?"


Baek Cheon nodded his head.

"Then one day he could be a threat to the English language. If Jong-nam unravels the feud, Jong-nam's inner song will be able to gain strength again."

"Well, that's possible. But……."

Chung-Myung peeked back.

"What's stagnant is bound to rot one day. No matter how English it is, it will change and become dull if you settle down in the West Bank comfortably."

"Better to be strong together than dull?"

"Yes, it would be better than nothing."

Chung-Myung's eyes turned to the sky.

In the past, Cheon Mun told him.

- It's not easy to get rid of something just because you don't like it. If you turn on the waterway because the waterway gets in the way, flood damage will come one day. And when a forest is in the way of a fire, one day it becomes an uninhabitable place. Let it go. That's not what living is about. That's dogo, that's life.I don't know yet, death penalty.

Despite his clumsy imitation of the word, he has yet to reach the province reached by Cheon Mun.


Words that used to feel like floating clouds are starting to understand little by little these days.

So one day...….

Chung-Myung's steps have stopped.

His gaze chased a distant, faint peak.

"Let's go back, to Hwasan."



Hwasan's disciples rushed.

And at that time.

The disciples at this time had no idea that others were looking at the peaks of Hawsan.