Hit it hard!
Hyun Jong's eyes turned to the teacup he was holding in his hand. There was a long crack in the teacup, which had been fine a while ago. Just as they tear apart the gently carved plum blossoms.
Darkness fell on Hyun Jong's face, which had been struggling to remain calm.
It was indeed an ominous sign.
Of course, a teacup can crack at any time, but it wasn't something to be taken lightly by him who was anxious.
Hyun Jong put down the teacup and turned to the window. Cold wind was leaking through the window.
It's probably a few times colder in the North Sea.’
In many ways.
Hyun Sang, who was lifting the car with him in front of him, hinted.
"Are you worried about the children?"
Hyun Jong slowly got up from his seat instead of answering. Then I approached the window and opened the window.
The cold wind blew, but he turned his eyes on the high peaks of Hawasan, regardless of the wind.
Precisely staring at the old tree that grew at the end of the peak.
Hyun Jong knows.
More than half of the newly grown plum blossoms do not survive Hawasan's cold winter and wither.
His mouth slowly opened.
"The plum blossoms that made it through the winter are absolutely beautiful."
He split his eyes and quietly brain-capped.
"So winter may be a necessary ordeal for flowering. But……."
Then he turned his head and looked at Hyun Sang and Hyun Young.
"Hana, do you really want plum blossoms to suffer?"
"What do you mean...….”
When Hyun Sang asked again carefully, Hyun Jong shook his head.
"It's enough for a tree to just bloom. It's a person who feels the flower beautiful, and it's just a person who wants it to survive the harsh winter and become brighter."
His eyes turned out the window again.
"Maybe it's just our greed to hope the children grow up through the ordeal."
Doesn't it depend on where you stand?
The degree of the wise ship could not have been the same as that of the children.
It's only natural for them to want a revival of HWASAN, but there may be other ways for the children.
Wouldn't it be a happier way for the children to just be satisfied with the present and live happily in Wasan?
Hyun Jong thought that maybe their insults were bothering the children.
"I don't feel comfortable."
The depth of the young man's face deepened. Then Hyun Sang opened his mouth quietly.
"Long-written man. That's the arrogance of a long-written man."
Hyun Jong turned his head and looked at Hyun Sang.
"It's not like you didn't stop them. The children themselves chose to go to the North Sea."
"Hwasan is not just ours."
Hyun Sang said firmly and bluntly.
"The writer thinks so because he still believes that we are leading Hwasan and that children are helping us according to the writer's will."
At that, Hyun Jong's eyes trembled slightly.
"Hwasan belongs to everyone in Hwasan, a long storyteller."
"You shouldn't judge the happiness of those children at the disposal of the writer. The children are also Hwasan's disciples and one unmanned. I'm no longer a child in my arms, Jang Moon-in."
At Hyun Sang's words, Hyun Jong nodded bitterly.
"I know."The idea of a child in his arms has already been abandoned.
"We shouldn't try to judge those children with our small measure. Aren't they already better fighters than us?"
"Yes, yes, yes. I'm just....”
Before Hyun Jong finished his words, Hyun Sang looked at Hyun Young sitting next to him.
"Say something, too."
"What are you saying?”
But Hyun Young snorted brutally.
"Who stops worrying about the old man? If I tell you everything, you'll start worrying about the bad weather."
"Just let him worry. There is someone else who can eat comfortably."
"…I can't believe you said that.”
Hyun Jong sighed quietly.
The children chose to go through the ordeal.….’
He's right, too.
Chung-Myung, of course, and Baek Cheon and other students also want to be stronger. No reason could have stopped the children from going to the North Sea in the end.
It is themselves who chose the ordeal, but no one knows how severe it will be. Hyun Jong just hoped that his disciples who had left for the North Sea would not have the ordeal to deal with.
'I don't want anything. So everyone just come back safely.’
I've already said something I don't know how many times. At the end of Hyun Jong's gaze, there was a cracked teacup.
* * *
"Oh, my god!"
Dang-Soso's sharp scream echoed through the cold soil of the North Sea.
The image of Chung-Myung dripping with blood was engraved in the eyes of all the Hwasan disciples.
Of course, this is not the first time I've seen Chung-Myung being pushed aside by an opponent's attack. But everyone here was intuitive. The sight they see now is essentially different from what they've ever seen.
Just looking at Chung-Myung's limp body, the situation was too clear.
Jo-Gol gritted his teeth with bloodshot eyes.
"I'm going to kill you! Ugh!"
A wild sword spouted out. His eyes, which rushed straight toward the bishop, exuded evil and vitality that had never existed before.
Rather than shouting, he screamed and wielded a sword full of venom.
Red plum blossoms.
The blood-red plum blossoms, which bloomed in the darkness, were scattered beyond belief that they were the swords of the political faction.
Yoon-jong, who showed his teeth next to Jo-Gol, jumped in.
It is Yoon-Jong who would normally be busy trying to stop excited Jo-Gol. But his sword was rather more destructive and radical than Jo-Gol's.
"I'm gonna kill you!”
The bishop smiled happily as he saw the plum blossoms filling his entire face.
Black magi rose from the bishop's hands like dark clouds.
The black maggie quickly blew its size, dropping all the flying plum blossoms. Even the plum blossoms, which were made with all their might with the two death penalty, could not break through the bishop's spirit.
It was rather a wall of despair.
Magee, who was not satisfied even after blocking the two men, shook and began to cover the bodies of Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong.
Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong looked at their son-in-law with their eyes wide open. The world seemed to be blackened because of the maggie that filled the view."Get back!"
At that moment, Baek Cheon flew like an island battle and jumped in front of Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong.
His sword split into dozens. Soon, dozens and hundreds of plum blossoms bloomed. Overlapping and overlapping, a huge wall of petals was built in front of them.
Plumination segmentation of a twenty-fourth plum.
Kaga ga ga ga gga!
When the plum swords and the bishop's mage collided with each other, hundreds of metal balls were entangled and sounded as if they were rubbing against each other.
Plum leaves were thrown in all directions and Baek Cheon's sword was bent as if it were about to break.
Baek Cheon's fingertips began to pop out in the face of a massive history of crushing the whole body.
I think there's a lot on Marge's head. But he put more energy into the blood-stained fingertips.
At that moment.
Along with the rough Roh Ho-sung, Hye Yeon flew to the wall of plum blossoms and was strongly inserted.
One more time! One more time! And one more time!
Hye Yeon, who helped Baek Cheon by flying three times, put her opposite hand on her side as a class president.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
Hye Yeon's hand slowly stretched out from the side. At the same time, power with a formidable history began to erupt at the end of his fist.
Shaolin's seventy-two is the end of the year.
Hye Yeon, who usually had a benevolent and gentle expression when he performed martial arts, but there was no mercy on his face now. A distorted face like Sura was full of determination to weigh down the opponent.
When Hye Yeon's power was added to Baek Cheon's sword, Magi, which had been pouring in, faltered for a while.
"For God's sake!"
Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol also rushed forward and fired their swords, rather than stepping down.
The bishop's eyes stood out.
Young people who may have just passed the terms and conditions are showing more than expected.
Although the four of them joined forces, his tension is not reaching out.
"No matter how young you are, you're in the middle of nowhere."’
This is why the midfield is dangerous.
Even the man who was hit by his tension a little while ago, he chilled his heart for a moment. And even the rest of the guys who thought it was nothing are tough.
"That's the pyramid!"
His eyes gushed blood. And he tried to sweep those ahead, pushing a greater history into tension.
A black unclothed prosecutor jumped like a ghost over an ever more dangerous space where the conflicting energies swirled violently. And flew straight at the bishop.
The moment he met the eyes of the cold-hearted prosecutor, the bishop of the world had no choice but to stop moving for a moment.
Oh, my god!
The eerie sword emitted by Yoo-Esul, who flew himself, flies toward the bishop. At the same time, Dang-Soso, who moved from the other side of the country, flew with all his might.
Love, love, love and sorrow!
The fierce sword and rain that fly from side to side.
A formidable power and plum swords pushing in from the front.
There seemed to be no way to avoid attacks flying from heaven and earth.
At that moment, the bishop put his hands together in front of Danjeon. Soon, the black maggies, which had been spouting in a grand manner, changed direction and quickly gathered into his hands.
The magi gathered in the hand turned violently and shot everywhere.
(sighs) (sighs) (sighs) (sighs)
A huge explosion of magi covered the sky and the earth."Argh!"
Hawasan's disciples screamed and bounced like shells. And I rolled around like I was stuck in the ground.
The spouted magi quickly overturned the earth and shook the mountain range. The cliff, which failed to overcome the shock, began to crack and collapse.
It was a real power.
The power to change the terrain is not human power.
Baek Cheon, who was stuck on the floor and spouted blood, looked at the bishop with incredulous eyes.
Like Yong Kwon-pung, Magi, who wound the bishop's entire body, rose without knowing that the sky was high.
It was an unbelievable sight to see. It was as if a huge black dragon were ascending to the sky.
The bishop opened his mouth, pouring blood in the Brave Wind.
"Dirty unbelievers are running wild without knowing the subject."
Like the king's command, his voice echoing through the valley was overwhelming as if he were pressing down on his heart.
"I won't let a single one live! Not a single one!
The black vortex he created was getting thicker. Broken rocks swirled and spun and soared to Ho Gong.
Indeed, in the unbelievable things of royalty, anyone was bound to lose heart.
"First of all, you!"
The bishop's gaze went beyond Hwasan disciples and Hye Yeon, who tried to lift themselves up, to Chung-Myung.
In the midst of losing his mind and losing his reason, he instinctively did not miss out on who was the most dangerous.
The bishop, who tried to kill Chung-Myung's life at once, paused.
Before he knew it, Baek Cheon, who woke up, was staggering with a sword as a support. Hardly moving his feet, he blocked between Chung-Myung and the bishop.
A face that is so bloodless that it doesn't look weird no matter when it falls down.
His eyes met the eyes of the bishop, who was overflowing with anger and anger.
I couldn't put strength in my hand holding the sword.
The blood flowing back through his throat didn't stop.
But there was not a single flicker in Baek Cheon's eye.
Then, behind his back, Hwasan's disciples wailed and stood there, as if it were natural.
The bishops' lively eyes were drawn to them.
"Hey, old man."
Baek Cheon, who stared ahead with a pale face, smiled, showing his teeth.
"You can't put a finger on that d*mn thing until you kill me."
The sound of swords scratching the floor behind his back echoed as if to respond to his voice.
Baek Cheon slowly picked up the sword.
"You can't touch anyone until you turn me over! I'm Baek Cheon from Hwasan!"
His desperately squeezed voice spread into the sky and into the sky again.