Ho Sanja bit his lips.
What the hell are these people doing?’
Promises between the clans are bound to be more important than individual promises. But how can you be so calm when you shamelessly break the promised time?
He let out a short sigh, suppressing his anger.
Soon after, he turned to calm himself down and looked at the elders behind Chung-Myung with cold eyes. With Chung-Myung completely ignored.
"Hwasan never thought you'd take this promise lightly, a moonfish mirror once called a prestigious one."
A pointed remark made Hyun Sang's face look humble. However, Hyun Young, who was standing next to him, calmly took a step forward and answered instead.
"I'm sorry I'
"However, there is one thing to correct."
"…what do you mean?"
"Hwasan is not a literary man once called a prestigious man, but he is still a prestigious man now."
"I hope you remember."
Ho Sanja was so dumbfounded that he laughed.
It is true that Hwasan Sinryong, who was in the lead, was the biggest problem, but the ones in the back were no different.
Shame on you. Shame on you!
Ho Sanja's insides were bubbling overshadowed by the status of Doin.
'It's not even a hypergeometric system.’
Can you act this big to excite him? Then they don't have to struggle to be unmanned. If you set up a suitable theater company and go around here and there, you'll soon be able to be invited by the emperor.
There's no way that such an outstanding performer can be gathered in one place!
I don't know what the hell they look like, but one thing was for sure.
That shamans and wasans can never blend together like water and oil.
Ho Sanja, who has confirmed that fact, has spoken out what he would never have said.
"It's late, but thank you for coming. What if today's choreography was canceled?"
The tone was soft, but the hidden meaning was more like, "You didn't run away and put your face here."
Chung-Myung, who heard it, grinned and answered instead of the elders.
"Well, you're dealing with great kids."
"……Sowon. I tried to keep my mouth shut because it's something I don't know, but it's not right to keep interrupting what adults are saying."
"Oh, we're fine."
"What did you just say?”
"Hwasan can do that. It's not that boring. Those who have short history, you don't have to nitpick about things like that's all. If you want to argue about that, show your respect to your ancestors."
Ilsoon Ho Sanja's face hardened like a stone.
Why wouldn't you be angry when you're talking about the d*mn Hwaryongjin?
Just as Ho Sanja was about to say something, Mu Jin, standing in the back, snatched him by the sleeve.
Recognizing his mistake with the small, light movement, Ho Sanja quenched his anger and shut up. The longer you talk, the better it was not to talk to the other person.
A man with strong self-esteem would not back down from a quarrel with a child, but fortunately Ho Sanja was a man who put the interests of the Moon faction before pride.
"Let's not blush like that."
Chung-Myung grinned and continued.
"You said this was a place to strengthen friendship between the two clans. Looking at you being so cheerful, I think you're risking your life and death's line. You didn't mean to come here, did you?""Of course not."
"Then you have to smile."
Ho Sanja, who looked at Chung-Myung smiling broadly, closed his eyes gently.
I was able to open my eyes again after calming myself down for such a short time like that. He apparently turned away from Chung-Myung and turned to Hyun Sang.
"Can I start the steaming now?"
"We're always ready."
"Then there's no need to last long. I look forward to your kind cooperation."
The two men captured each other. As soon as he lowered his hand, Ho Sanja swerved back to his seat to give off a cold breeze.
However, Mu Jin, who was guarding his back, stood behind Ho Sanja and stared at Chung-Myung's face.
"Long time no see, seal."
Chung-Myung tilted his head, pointing his finger at my face.
"Do you know me?"
Mu Jin's face hardened. But there was no such thing as hostility in his ensuing voice.
"Mu Jin, who competed the other day."
"Mu Jin……. Mu Jin…….Ah!"
Chung-Myung, who had been thinking hard, clapped his hands as if something had come to mind.
"At that time, the great student who came after beating the great disciples!"
"…Yes, I am."
"Hey, how long has it been? It's really nice to meet you."
When Chung-Myung smiled brightly and waved his hands, Mu Jin replied with a soft smile.
"Maybe my sword didn't make a strong impression at that time."
"Oh, it's not like that. I don't remember other people's faces very well. And I wasn't in a situation where I'd be comfortable giving a full name."
"Well, you were wearing a mask."
"Oh, that... Huh?"
Chung-Myung's eyes shook violently once.
"But how did you know I was him?”
"…If you're not a fool, who knows?"
When flustered Chung-Myung looked back with surprised eyes, the Baek Cheon group shook their heads in unison.
"…Did you think you didn't know?"
"You thought everyone's eyes were holes in it was."
"Turn your head. We're embarrassed, too.
Chung-Myung looked at Mu Jin again, pouting his lips with a sullen face.
"So what? You want me to make a complaint about the past?”
"What are you going to do to protest the past? After all, there was nothing there."
Chung-Myung nodded awkwardly and laughed.
The shaman still doesn't know about the hon. If they had known then that Chung-Myung had discovered the mix, they would not have been able to act like they are now.
"I just wanted to have a conversation with the small stamp."
Mu Jin's eyes on Chung-Myung were as serious as they could be.
"If I can deal with a small stamp in this stewardship, nothing would be better, but I guess I'm not a small stamp."
"But that's not the end of our relationship. I hope I don't lose that sharp sword until the day I challenge myself."
In a polite but curious remark, Chung-Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth with a funny face.
"It's hard to keep up.”
"Just because you're tired, you can't help but go."
Mu Jin bowed and turned away.
Then, Baek Cheon and his group came to Chung-Myung and whispered quietly.
"…Mu Jin is one of the three shamanistic swords, right?”
"……so you fought with him?"
"Didn't I tell you?”
The Baek Cheon crowd opened their mouths wide as they looked at Chung-Myung with a bewildering face.No, what kind of accident is this guy walking around in?
"You look strong."
Chung-Myung nodded quietly in agreement.
"Well, Mu Jin."
The sword of Mu Jin, who fought before, still lingered in his mind. This means that it was as impressive.
But Mu Jin, whom I met today, was different from him at the time. If Mu Jin in the past reminded him of a quiet pond, Mu Jin in the present day saw a vast lake full of water.
"It's not easy to see. Is a shaman a shaman?"
Chung-Myung grinned and turned around.
"Well, now we're ready. You're ready to fight, aren't you?"
But the response to that remark was not very good.
"You've made this happen, where are you going to talk?"
"If you hadn't fallen asleep on the roof, you'd have arrived in no time!"
"I can't live because I'm embarrassed. I can't live! What the hell is going on here? You promised me a bimu. How can you be late, huh?"
Despite the rain, Chung-Myung shook his ears as if he could not hear well with a sour face.
"Why are you so concerned about the little things. People can be a little late in life."
"He's going to make a fuss if he's late."
"How does the brain work in such a good way...….that's a gift, too."
Hyun Young laughed and stopped such disciples.
"Calm down. Anyway, don't you have to do the scrubbing now?"
"Ugh…… Yes, Elder."
While sighing with his mouth, Hyun Young was heartily pleased.
You still have time to tell a joke even though you're rubbing your nose against that shaman.
Whether it's a big chunk of liver or a confidence in one's skills. Anyway, it wasn't so bad in this situation.
"You said it was the best of ten, right?”
Hyun Young nods his head.
It's not ten but ten wins.
It is not a ten-time fight, but a ten-time winner takes the victory. It meant that at least ten to up to nineteen rubs could occur.
It was a better way to show the power superiority between the clans than to fight ten times.
"It's an unseemly victory. I guess they're serious, too."
Had it been a shaman not long ago, he would never have taken this approach. Nevertheless, considering the suggestion of this method and the momentum, I felt that he would definitely put down Hwasan at this opportunity.
"It doesn't hurt at all right.
Baek Cheon and Ungum approached Chung-Myung, who was grinning, and asked.
"Who are you going to ship out to?"
"We have fewer people to export than they do. You have to think it through and let it go."
"This is the first time I'm going out."
Chung-Myung smirked as if he had heard a clear question.
"Why are you asking me that?"
"It's a first-place winner. Then the spirit is a hundred times more important than the general inscription."
"Don't you think it's advantageous to keep your opponent's spirits down from the beginning, or to make him angry?”
"Yes, yes. So who are you going to send?"
"Come on, stay-at-home illumination. Which of us can turn a person's stomach the most when we go out and win?”
Chung-Myung shook his head at the exact look of the ungum."Except me."
"Well, that's a bit of a dilemma.….”
"Hey. There's only one."
When Chung-Myung turned his head, everyone looked in that direction.
And as soon as I saw the teeth at the end of that gaze, everyone was convinced and nodded.
"…I'm sure you'll be pissed off."
"If you shut up, you won't get angry, but you won't."
"…Yes, yes, yes."
The person who received the attention tilted his head as if he didn't know the English language.
"You go out.”
Jin Hyun replied with a firm face.
"I'm ready. But I'm worried if it's okay for me to stand on the line."
"The opponent is Hwasan. It doesn't look good if a great student comes forward from the beginning. It's as if the game is decided anyway. Then you have to take the best shape."
Jin Hyun nodded with a stiff face.
"We must win. It's more important that you win than anything else."
"Yes, Elder. Don't worry."
Speaking in a determined voice, he grabbed the Songmungom and went up to the stage. No, I was going to climb.
However, someone jumped onto the rain stage first, and then walked this way. Jin Hyun's forehead is slightly distorted.
'You've lost your player.’
But it was good. If we can get through the first Bimu, we can get a head start.
It was just as he was about to climb onto the stage.
The shaman's disciples, who were trying to cheer Jin Hyun, looked up and looked at the stage.
"They're a little bored, and they should stick together."
Hwasan's inspection, which had impressive curly hair, looked at Jin Hyun with glum eyes and suddenly threw his eyes at Mu Jin.
"There, I think you're famous for your shamansam or something, but I happen to be a man called Hwasan Ogum, so let's have a match."
Hwasan Ogum Jo-Gol grinned and pointed his finger straight at Mu Jin.
It was a ridiculous thing to say and do. The faces of shaman disciples have begun to be filled with anger that has never been comparable.