Chapter - 689 Episode 689. The world doesn't live alone. (3)

"Oh, yeah.

Standing up stretching from his seat, Chung-Myung blinked for a moment. Then, he opened his eyes wide as he saw the sunlight coming through the window.

"What, what?"

Morning? That can't be right.

However, no matter how hard I tried to deny it, the sunshine did not disappear.

The sun is heating the blanket softly, and it's warm, so I'….

Oh, no! Not this!

Chung-Myung opened his mouth wide at this ridiculous situation.

I overslept?’

Who was he? It's the Maehwa Screening Chung-Myung.

Of course, I am not confident that I have acquired the nickname of plum blossom verification without any talent. No matter how Chung-Myung is, it doesn't go that far. He was born with talent, so he was effective in his efforts.

But anyway, he had never been lazy since the day he first caught a sword to turn his talent into talent.



Me? This me?

Chung-Myung's pupils caused an earthquake.

"I, I, I....”

Laziness is a sin and laziness is a felony.

But I overslept, not the others!


Chung-Myung grabbed his head and started scratching.

"I heard people get lazy when they're full of fat. How could you do this to me?

It was unimaginable in the old days.

I've never overslept like I did in a war where I had to feel the limits of my body, but now I'm full of energy.

Chung-Myung jumped out of his seat and opened the window wide.

The sun wasn't just up there, it was almost up in the sky.


No matter what goes wrong, it's definitely wrong. Chung-Myung hurriedly began dressing up.

"For God's sake! Strangely enough, a long death sentence appeared in my dream! You can't be lucky to see that face!"

What the f*ck are you?

"No! I don't have time to hang out with you right now!"

Chung-Myung hung his clothes, ignoring the auditory hallucinations in his ears. Normally, I would have washed up and gone, but now I didn't even have time to wash my cat's face.


He ran outside as fast as a ray of light, as he had just blown away dust from his body's first try.

Hwasan's students were already working hard on training. Even the great disciples were wielding swords, sweating, taking over one side.

Looking at that.

'Crime, guilt...….’

As a result, Chung-Myung realized that he still had a string of conscience left in his heart.

"You're here?"


"Where have you been? I haven't seen you all day today."


"Chung-Myung아. Stop practicing. You always go out early in the morning and train like that, and you don't think your body's How long have you been here so late?”


"Tsk tsk."

Yoon-Jong kicked his tongue with a slightly worried face. Looking at the sadness in his eyes, I felt like I was poking somewhere in my heart with a needle.

"Danny, the strongest man can't even rest because the rest of us feel pressured!"

Jo-Gol said bluntly, and now it's starting to sting in the side.

'No, why today of all days...….’

If I had heard this, I would have pointed my finger and made a lecture. But now that the thief is asleep, I have nothing to say even ten mouths."They're all, uh... they're all right?”

"Well, usually when you go out for training at dawn, everyone comes out for training within a half hour."

"…if you're against it?"

"That's the way it is.”

Chung-Myung looks at those who are training with trembling eyes.


Whenever the sword and the sword collided, sweat splattered from their close muscles and fell to the floor of the fumigation. The color of the floor almost changed because of how much sweat permeated it.

Normally, I would have just enjoyed the scene, but now I felt like those drops of sweat were flying and poking me.


In fact, the back of my neck was wet with cold sweat.

'I'm gonna die.’

Not only the death penalty, but also the death row and the private lodging crew are sweating like that and sleeping alone until the sun rises.

Haha! That's great!

"Shouting out loud!"

"Huh? What?"

"……Oh, no."

Chung-Myung was awkwardly evasive. Then he tilted his head slightly.

"But I think everyone's a little bit more aggressive than usual."

"It's not violent, it's hard work. More than usual."


Just as Chung-Myung was about to ask what, Baek Cheon, who lowered his sword, stole sweat from his forehead and approached them.



Looking at the sweat on their faces, I could tell how sincere they are now.

"Why are you so aggressive when the event is just over?"

"I mean."


Baek Cheon looked seriously at Chung-Myung and said,

"Now that we have a heavenly alliance, the status of Hwasan is different from that of the past."


"So, as you said before, the people we're dealing with will be stronger. Even if you don't mention the Jang Nilso and the crowd."

Chung-Myung nodded.

"If I stay the same and the opponent gets stronger, isn't it obvious? So you have to be stronger."

At Baek Cheon's words, Chung-Myung looked again at the smoke field with a subtle gaze.

No one is giving directions.

In the past, Ungum had to practice using evil, and later Chung-Myung beat him up. But now everyone in the smoke field is training themselves without raising their voices.

Looking at the serious look on his face, I felt like my fingertips were itchy.


Then Baek Cheon stared at Chung-Myung, distorting his face.

"If you train like that and we train less than you, we will never catch up!"

Then Yoo-Esul, who was approaching this way, nodded as if he was alive. Chung-Myung asked with an absurd face.

"…Is it that important?”

"It's important!"

Jo-Gol roared out.

"Honestly, I'm the best in the world, and I'm not interested in Hwasan!"


"Just a little bit stronger than you! So if I could just put a piece of porridge on your face, I'd be at ease to climb!"

Yoon-Jong and Baek Cheon shook their heads in agreement at Jo-Gol's words.

"I will ascend to heaven with my fist outstretched."

"With that kind of achievement, I think Tae Sang-ro will come out barefoot and greet you."


No, these bastards?

"A hundred years away!"

"It won't be long in a hundred years."

"That's worth the investment.”

"A hundred years is enough to hit him."


Chung-Myung's eyes shook violently.'These bastards are serious.’

Those eyes are never joking eyes.

No, I didn't sin like that.….

"Just kidding."

"I don't think you're kidding."

"That's half the truth."

Baek Cheon smirked when Chung-Myung was speechless.

"Everyone knows. There's a lot we have to do in the future."


"I don't think I can make a big difference to the extent that I train a little bit more or try a little more. But…… it's a hundred times better than not."

Chung-Myung nodded silently.

"I just do my best to do what I can do in my current place. Then I'll move forward a little bit."

"Watch the back of your head!"

"Do yourself right!"

Chung-Myung's face was a bit blank when he saw Jo-Gol, who was pointing fingers at him, and Dang-Soso, who was pointing fingers at him behind him. The sound of Hawsan's servants working hard on their training echoed.

Chung-Myung's eyes shook slightly.

If you just run, you don't see anyone following you. Do you really think your priests aren't trying to catch up with you?

What was it like in the past.

At that time, the training was full of people training.

But the sweat they shed was invisible to Chung-Myung. But not now. I can clearly see the sweat they are sweating.

Slow it down a little.

'The death penalty...'

Was this what you wanted to say?

"……Anyway, the nagging…….”

"What, dude?"

Chung-Myung grinned and turned his head slightly. I wasn't particularly emotional, but I didn't want to show you the expression I was making.

Chung-Myung, who sighed low and sharpened his face, soon saw the Wasan Ogum as usual.

"I'm going to train like this and catch up! Do it well!"

"…but this bastard!"

Baek Cheon gritted his teeth.


Soon his sword comes out neatly.

"Come on! Let's learn how to train in a long time! Come to think of it, it's been a long time since I've had a fight with you!”


Chung-Myung's eyes sparkled.

"My colleague's been winning lately, and his confidence is going through the air. How dare you pull a sword out of my face!"

"I'm the bastard, you son of a b*tc*!"

"I'm alive because I'm living in a private home. If it's not private lodging, it's already gone."

"Come on! Let's go crazy today!"

Baek Cheon shoots fire from both eyes and rushes toward Chung-Myung.


"That's not gonna kill me!"

The two men's swords swept everywhere in an instant.

"What, what!"

"Are you crazy?"

Surprised by the sudden violent confrontation, the disciples fled to a place where the aftermath of the sword did not reach.

Likewise, the other half of the body was pulled back, and Oh-gum looked at the scene with his arms folded.

"…That's brutal."

"No matter how much I look at it, it's not a dwaron."

"Is that how you're supposed to use that kind of water on your brothers?"

But even in such a brutal storm of sword, Baek Cheon and Chung-Myung's mouths continued to move.

"I'm going to shave your chin today!"

"That's a big dream, too. Do you think anyone can do that?"


Baek Cheon's black was thrown off by a sword lightly wielded by Chung-Myung.


As his wrist became slightly cold, Chung-Myung's mouth rolled up.

You've grown up a lot.

He in the past didn't know. How precious those who can face each other like this, who desperately follow him, are.

I didn't know until I lost it.

As Cheon Mun said, the future might have changed a little if he looked back on the death penalty a little more then.But…….

It's all in the past.’

There is no lingering regret even if there is no regret. There's something he has to protect in front of him right now.

"Relax your wrists! You're so weak!"


As the attacks were blocked repeatedly, Baek Cheon rushed to the mouth with foam. Chung-Myung grinned.

Don't worry, death penalty.

shouted Chung-Myung, who glanced at other Hwasan's disciples watching the war.

"This time it'll be different!"

His sword blooms colorful flowers.

It was a re-blooming.

"Oh, I feel refreshed."

Chung-Myung smiled with a very silky face. Then I wiped out my forehead with a little sweat.

He looked around with a full cat face and shrugged.

"I'm hungry because I moved my body. I'm going to eat first."


Chung-Myung swirled along. How cheerful the steps looked, and the viewers felt good.

But…… if there's one problem…….

Those who looked at Chung-Myung's back turned slightly toward the training force.


Everyone sighed in unison as they saw Baek Cheon, who was cramping up on the floor.

"You can't hit me.”

"…a hundred years may not be enough.”

"Gul, move to the private lodging parlor."


They were Hwasan's disciples who realized that there was still a long way to go.