The morning has dawned.
Hyun Jong looked pleased at his students lined up in front of him.
These days, I'm a bit of a trouble maker, but aren't you proud of Hwasan's servants who defeated the bad guys in the crowd?
On a special day like today, first of all, I'll see the dashing of these children and I'….
What is it?
He's definitely dashing.
Straightened shoulders are horses.
But there's something reddish and bluish about the face on his shoulders...….
"…is that right?"
The disciples, who became a chestnut, avoided Hyun Jong's eyes without answering.
Hyun Jong's face began to turn red.
He screamed at someone in a flash, his eyes flaring.
"Chung-Myung is Naino ooh ooh ooh!"
Chung-Myung, who was standing blankly, opened his eyes wide. Hyun Jong got even angrier at the sight.
"Now, the death penalty, beating the people in the house to the point where they'
Chung-Myung pointed at himself with his fingers, blinking his eyes.
"Yeah! Who else would have done this nonsense if it wasn't you!"
Chung-Myung's head slowly turned to one side.
Back Cheon, who received his gaze, whistled low and looked at the distant mountain.
Isn't it Chung-Myung who has never felt unfair to anyone in his life?
But at this moment, Chung-Myung was more upset than anyone else.
That son of a b*tc* beat him up!
It was the moment Chung-Myung tried to complain of injustice.
"You could be right if you did something wrong."
"You shut up! You!"
When Hyun Young helped Chung-Myung out of the way, Hyun Jong screamed.
Sadly, even Hyun Young had no doubt that it was Chung-Myung who beat the children cheerfully.
"I didn't really dig it!"
"Then who would have beaten, who!"
At Hyun Jong's question, the disciples' heads turned to one place altogether.
Hyun Jong, who moved his head following the eyes of his disciples, was momentarily speechless.
The bewilderment on his muttering face was young.
Baek Cheon, a great disciple of the white porcelain ship and a prosecutor representing Hwasan, turned his head and desperately turned away from him.
You're not Chung-Myung?
Baek Cheon covered his mouth with his fist and coughed in small amounts.
Then, he looked straight at Hyun Jong and said proudly with his eyes full of passion.
"Since Munpa's discipline seemed to be shaken, he admonished the children as a great pupil of Hwasan."
"…Since when did Hwasan beat people up and give them a lecture?”
Baek Cheon, who had answered confidently, tilted his head.
"Come to think of it...….”
Hyun Jong's shoulders drooped at a loss for words.
Then Hyun Sang covered Hyun Jong's shoulders as if he knew how he felt.
"This is where the children leave. Calm down, Jang."
"……I'm done. I'm done here."
"I'm not saying this in front of the kids. Come on, calm down. Hyun Young아. Take Jang to the back for a moment.”
"Yes, death penalty."
Hyun Young comforted Hyun Jong and led him back.
"……Hwasan's foundation……. Hwasan이…….”
There was a faint murmur of Hyun Jong, but unfortunately no one listened much to it.
Hyun Sang stood in front and opened his mouth instead."I'm going to follow Chung-Myung on this trip to Sichuan…"….”
Baek Cheon slurred out in a slightly smaller voice than usual.
"Through a conversation between the disciples, I decided who would follow the Four Heavenly Path."
"……why do you decide that?"
Baek Cheon flinched as if he hadn't thought of that at Hyun Sang's speech, which seemed ridiculous.
"Tsk tsk tsk. These guys are just going. So, did the death penalty deject each other for that?”
"I'm not a derelict…….”
Those bastards came at me first.
But Baek Cheon couldn't bring himself to say what was inside. It sounded like Chung-Myung to me.
"Baek Cheon, Yoon-Jong, Jo-Gol, Yoo-Esul, Dang-Soso. 그리고 Baek Sang."
Those who were called forward.
"It's right for Hyun Young or I to go together this time. But the situation is not good right now. I'd like to send it with a rhyme, but it's hard to do that, so you have to be an insider. Can you do it?"
"Yes, Elder. Don't worry."
Baek Cheon answered proudly with a trustworthy smile.
"It's a place I've been to, so it won't be too difficult."
"Yes, the ghost gatekeeper will accompany you so that you don't feel uncomfortable with your motherhood."
A gentle smile came from behind Baek Cheon's back.
"If this is the case, why are we beaten?”
Being hit by Baek Cheon was a bit tolerable. The real pain was the shin kicked by Yoo-Esul who broke in halfway.
"No blood, no tears!"
"But we're priests, and you beat us so mercilessly?"
Baek Cheon whispered quietly without turning his head.
"I can hear everything."
"Shall we do it one more time before we go?"
Baek Cheon, who showed his dignity as a great student, shrugged.
Meanwhile, behind the scenes, Chung-Myung and Ungum were talking.
"I'll take care of it, so don't worry and go."
"I'm worried. I always believe in you."
Chung-Myung said with a bright smile.
"The only thing that takes is…….”
"Hehe. There's something like that. When I see my students rolling around, I feel weak and wonder if I really need to do this. But it's...….”
"When something like this happens, you're saving the lives of your children, right?”
"That's it. As expected of the lord!"
"You mean the more evil I become, the safer the children become."
Ungum nodded quietly.
"Don't worry. I can do anything for the safety of my children."
There was a gleam of light from the eyes of the ungum.
"I'll train you to the point of surprise when you're back."
"Yes, my lord."
Ungum looked at Chung-Myung quietly and patted him on the shoulder a couple of times.
"Come on. That's not a big deal."
The eyes of the ungum looking at Chung-Myung were profound.
Last night, Chung-Myung visited him and offered two books of emergency. One is meat, and the other is Chilmae. Everyone knows that Hawasan's basic swordsmen.
But Chung-Myung's pay was special. This was because it was an emergency that was reinterpreted in a customized way for a left-handed sword to be mastered by losing one arm.
It was a newly written emergency, even considering the changed weight balance after losing his arm.
'It's amazing to be able to use such a wage.'
What's more surprising, however, was the effort and sincerity of writing a new salary just for one ungum."Don't worry about it and go. The disciples will be strong, but I will be strong with them."
Looking at his eyes burning with will, Chung-Myung tilted his head slightly.
Was I too much?’
You're not gonna catch anyone, are you?
* * *
The cut-off note was loaded on a large cart.
Hwasan's disciples busily weaved the season into a rope and fixed it to the cart.
"…but I think this cart is made of whole cast iron."
"A single train is heavy, can I drag this? I think it's going to spread pretty quickly."
Baek Cheon, who was looking at the cart, opened his mouth.
"How many horses did you prepare?”
"Well, seven doesn't sound like a lot. Can we take this to seven?"
"It's okay. It's strong."
"I'm glad to hear that's a relief. But where is the horse? I think we need to tie it to the cart now. Do you happen to be in the upper part of the galaxy...….”
"Here you are.”
Chung-Myung pointed his chin at Baek Cheon. Then he stood by Baek Cheon and scoured the rest of Hwasan's disciples. Baek Sang, Yoon-Jong, Jo-Gol, Yoo-Esul, Dang-Soso까지.
"Writing experience, writing experience. Well, there's nothing like that."
"Don't worry. I ordered it specially so that the cart wouldn't break no matter how hard you run. You can run as fast as you want.”
"A dog bird……."
Baek Cheon nodded with tears in his eyes.
No wonder. I didn't think he'd let them rest in peace.
That's good enough...….
"Chung-Myung Master! Can I move it here?"
"Oh, you're here. I was waiting for you. Put it here, please.
Upcoming upperclassmen groaned and put something down in front of Chung-Myung.
Several boxes fell to the ground and made a loud noise.
"What is it?"
Everyone except Chung-Myung looked inside the box with anxious faces.
Large balls of iron were in the box. The strange thing was that the ball had a slightly smaller hole than a human fist.
"It's an amazing thing."
"Oh, there's a lock on it. I think this is happening. Haha……."
"You can kick it on your arms and legs."
Baek Cheon alternately looked into the box with Chung-Myung.
Chung-Myung smiles pleasedly.
"It's done on time. It cost me some money."
"What are you doing?"
Everyone's eyes began to tremble.
Put this on your arms and legs, push that iron cart, and go all the way to Sichuan?
"I... I'm a demon.….’
It's a mistake.
Chung-Myung looked down on him too much. No matter how hard it is to train in Wasan, that demon can't be worse than that!
"We don't have time, so kick it. Or would you like me to fill it?"
Baek Cheon, who had all been devoured, picked up the iron balls in the box without strength.
"What, what's this heavy?"
"It's called Mukcheol. It's ten times heavier than most iron."
Wang Jong responded with a happy face.
"Hahaha. It was hard to get!"
Don't laugh, man!
No, isn't that guy getting a little crazy now? Does this make you laugh?
"Oh, kick it fast. We don't have time."
Both wrists and ankles were cast in silence.
"Oh, I think my shoulder is going to fall out."
I felt like I was stretching my arms.
"Now, when you're done, you should go and settle down."
Chung-Myung pointed to the front of the iron cart.
Words from HWASAN……. No, the disciples trudged with resignation and settled in front of the cart. Originally, it was a strange scene where a person was placed where a horse should be placed.
But Chung-Myung wasn't this satisfied.
"What are you doing?”
"Why? Are you going to ride it?"
Hye Yeon, who was sneaking away from Chung-Myung's gaze from behind the cart, trudged along.
"Kick it fast."
Hye Yeon, with her arms and legs ironed, headed to the front of the cart like a cow being dragged to the slaughterhouse.
"By the way.”
Chung-Myung clapped his tongue and looked back at Wang Jong with a smile.
"You don't have to go through a lot. Anyway, have a safe trip."
"Please take care of the problem."
"Yes, the letter sent by the Lord of the Upper has just arrived. The top of the galaxy will share the seal and fate."
"……I'm sure you smell money like a ghost."
"Hahaha. Isn't that a merchant?"
The two men who exchanged abusive words lightly joined hands.
"Come on, then……..”
"Hey! Hey! Howasan the Dragon!"
Now I'm really about to leave, but a man ran from far away.
"Where are you going again? Take me with you!"
Chung-Myung kicked his tongue and shook his head.
"No, that's it. You don't have a d*mn thing. Why do you keep coming?"
Hong Dae Kwang, who arrived right in front of Chung-Myung, gasped with his back bent. Then he raised his head and shouted.
"Hey, where are you going, you're gonna have to report to me quickly!"
"You're coming with me?”
"Of course! If I'm not there, who gives you the information? I created a reporting system as I expanded the harmony division this time. If you take me with you, you'll see if there's a toilet in Hwasan."
However, Chung-Myung looked uncomfortable as if he was not satisfied with it either. Hong Dae Kwang hit his chest.
"Ha….Hwasan the Dragon! 나 Hong Dae Kwang이다, Hong Dae Kwang!"
"You still don't know how useful I am? I've got some information that you'll be surprised about this time."
When Chung-Myung finally showed interest, Hong Dae Kwang peeked left and right and stuck close to him.
"According to the information that came in this time, it seems that the household of the Four Heavenly Cloths had invaded the room alone."
Chung-Myung's eyes get bigger.
"So what happened?"
"Well, I don't know what happened inside. I heard that he safely got out of the crowded room and went back to Sacheon.”
Chung-Myung was silent for a moment as if he was thinking about something, then turned his head and looked at Sichuan.
'That's too much.'
I thought I knew roughly what had happened.
I'll have to get you a good drink.
"Look, I'm a man of this much use! So I must take him."
Hong Dae Kwang straightened his shoulders with a triumphant face. Chung-Myung looked over him as if he still didn't like it, and eventually nodded quietly.
"Yes, then. Let's go together.”
Chung-Myung turned his head and told Hwang Jong.
"Do you have any left overs?”
Hwang Jong looked at Chung-Myung and Hong Dae Kwang alternately and nodded."…but there is."
"Huh? Steel ball?"
Hong Dae Kwang, who came late and didn't know what was going on, tilted his head.
A little later.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! d*mn it!"
A beggar who walked into hell on his own began to move to Sacheon, pulling a cart.