Chapter - 698 Episode 698: Plum Inspection, have you heard of it? (3)

"It was great, wasn't it?"

"Do you mean it?"

The faces of those who were talking were flushed.

Of course, it is not uncommon for fighters to compete in the strong team. However, it is often difficult to compete in broad daylight with the names of the clans of their origin.

Of course, I have a lot to say since I witnessed the rare scene in person.

It's really the Hwasan Father! The Three Swords of Taehaeng are still well-known in the North Sea!"

"Come on, man! What's so great about the Three Swords? That's nothing compared to the original disciples!"

"What do we need to see our native disciples? They're all fresh people living in the world! They're great masters!"

It is hard for ordinary people to see the faces of their students who live in the old file room for the rest of their lives. This is why one can pretend to be a master in most places.

"With one sword of such men!"

"Did you see the colorful sword? I guess that's Hwasan's famous sword these days."

"Well, but it's a little different from what I thought…….”

"What do you mean?"

"I've heard that Hawsan's plum sword flies like a flower petal, rather than a flower petal I just saw…….”

"Hey, man! What a stupid thing to say! Would you really break through the sun just because you saw through the sun? Just because Haenam's wind-blowing method is flooding in like waves, would you really make waves?"

The man who rebuked him kicked his tongue as if he were pathetic.

"It's bound to be an exaggeration. How does it make sense that a man wields a sword to create a petal-like sword in the first place? That's what I'm talking about."

"It sounds like it. It makes sense.”

"That was enough of a flowery sword! I rather realized how great Hwasan was. No matter how gullible you may be, you've knocked down three of Jong Nam's disciples! I don't know, but isn't it comparable to the famous Hwasan Divine Dragon or Hwajeong sword?"

"Hey! That's way too far! There's a Hwasan Divine Dragon called "The Greatest Thing in the World," and a Hwajeong sword called "the Greatest Thing in the Post-Hwasan Index."

"Hmm? Hmm………I'm sure I've gone too far. Anyway, it was a great prestige to have that name! I'm even more curious as to why this guy hasn't been known so far.

"I agree with that. It was definitely great."

The people gathered in twos and threes were all busy chatting about it.

"And there's a sponsor!"

"Yes! I heard that Hwasan held consultations in North Korea, but I didn't expect all of his students to have a good sense of consultative. No one would have known if he had gone away."

"So isn't Hwasan's name ringing in the world?"

Then a man turned his head. It was a true review.

A person who was talking all the time excitedly about the sheep asked with a curious look.

"Why are you silent?”

Jinpyeong's face, which had been questioned, had a slight look of disappointment.

"No, he…."

Having hesitated a little, he opened his mouth a little awkwardly.

"I don't think I've ever seen a face like that in Hwasan."

"Oh, my God. Do you know all your disciples because you stopped by Hwasan for a while?"

"No…… but isn't there a basic complexion or atmosphere for each door-to-door group?"

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk. Isn't it different from the clothes worn inside and outside by the prestigious people in the first place? On top of that, people with a strong gullible disposition like Hwasan also let them wear comfortable clothes when they're outside.""That's true, but...….”

Jinpyeong nodded reluctantly.

He also didn't know Hwasan very well, but it was hard to say exactly what the problem was. However, something mysterious remained and bothered him.

"Oh, yeah, it's just a feeling.

"Tsk tsk, man. Stop saying stupid things and think. Let's just say that the collaborator is impersonating. Will that HWASAN stand still?"

Hearing that, Jinpyeong felt goosebumps on his back.

The back of Hwasan Sinryong, who had just put his foot in a human face, was vividly displayed in front of his eyes.

Yeah, you can't if you know.’

Strong men are scary. But a strong, crazy man is more frightening.

"He, he is. Don't tell me."

But what if there's really something wrong?

Maybe he'll live to see hell.

* * *

Oh, my god!

Jo-Gol ran forward with all his might.

My body was as light as ever.

Well, he used to always run with iron carts. If you think you're finally resting, you're going to fight and beat people up, and when it's time to get used to all this, you're going to hang up your legs and get mad at themselves.….

'I'm angry again, thinking about it. d*mn it!

Anyway, I had only made such ridiculous moves, but now I couldn't be more relieved because I had to run bare without any carts or burdens to carry.

But... now Jo-Gol is learning again.

Not because of a lot of luggage and carts, but the fact that moving with that d*mn thing itself was a problem.

"Gasp! Gasp! Gasp! More, I couldn't go anymore...….Gasp…….Gasp!"

"Well, that crazy guy...….”

"Hey! Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop it, you son of a b*tc*!

Baek Cheon, who was running out of breath to the tip of his chin, eventually kicked the floor and threw himself away. Then Chung-Myung, who was running in front of him, hung over his waist.

"What the hell!"

Chung-Myung looked back with both eyes.

Baek Cheon clenched his teeth and did evil.

"I can't run anymore, you son of a b*tc*! Do you have anything to kill?!"

"How long did you run for?"

"Crazy guy!"

"Huh? Where's Soso?"

"……I was left behind early, and Yoo Sama is dragging me."

Chung-Myung, who pulled his head to the back of the horse, kicked his tongue with a pathetic face.

"Tsk. You're so weak that you don't use it!"

"What, you son of a b*tc*?"

"Who's weak?"

"Say it again!"

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

I didn't think much about it, but as Baek Cheon, Yoon-Jong, and Jo-Gol went all this way with a fierce face, Chung-Myung flinched a little bit.

The three were from the Wasans, who could not stand the word "bad" but "poor" of physical strength. This was an insult to the training they've been doing.

"Hey, you crazy bastard! The horse doesn't run like this!"

"Of course you should! What's wrong with learning and learning?”


Now that I hear it, I think that's right.

When Jo-Gol, speechless, turned around asking for help, Baek Cheon sighed deeply.

Why doesn't he think about using his brain as the days go by?"If we keep going like this, we'll collapse before we even get to the lecture. Then there's no delay in time! I know it's urgent, but calm down, man!"

"Do I look like I'm going to calm down now?”

Just as Chung-Myung was about to say something, Yoo-Esul, who carried Dang-Soso on his back, ran. Arriving at their doorstep in an instant, she carefully put Dang-Soso on the floor.

"Oh, my God, you son of a b*tc*...….I……."

Meanwhile, when I saw Dang-Soso, who grabbed the reflection in his hand, I got goosebumps and swept his arms.

"Look, even SoSo can't stand it."

"Tsk tsk. The dangga is almost there...….”

"What, you son of a b*tc*...…. Oh, dizziness...….”


Everyone was silent when they saw Dang-Soso fall again.

'…...He's getting rough day by day.'

He fainted, but he's spitting.’

Baek Cheon, who was looking at Tang-Soso, who was losing his mind, asked Chung-Myung.

"Why are you in such a hurry? It's not like he's going to run away knowing about us."

"Yes, and according to the Buntaju, there has been no accident so far. Anyone who's going to make a mess would've already done it.”

Yoon-jong also helped. Then Chung-Myung grinned.

"Living in private and death penalty would be great."


"I can live without thinking."


Chung-Myung's face was distorted in an instant.

"So, d*mn it, a swindler warns me that I'm cheating, shows me all the signs of it, and swindles me? A con man is the most normal person in the world until he's just about to cheat!"

Uh... That's true, too.

"If you wait for a scam and catch it, you'll be caught! I'm sure he's on standby to do whatever he does!”

"No, how can you...….”

At that moment Jo-Gol raised his arm.

"I think I can trust Chung-Myung a hundred times!"

"Huh? Why?"

"Don't similar classes recognize each other? In his eyes, a con man is a con man."

"There's persuasion!"

Just as Baek Cheon was thrilled by the answer, Jo-Gol, who was kicked by Chung-Myung, screamed and fell out.


"I've already beaten him up and he's…….”

Chung-Myung looked at Baek Cheon.

"Anyway, in my gut, he's already doing something. You know where I've seen a bunch of guys like this? I won't be scammed again in my life!"

"……When did I get attacked again?"

"There you go, there's nothing like that!"

Chung-Myung turned his eyes towards Gangseo-seong. And said it like a chew.

"It smells, it smells...….”

"So wash up and...….”


Chung-Myung suppressed his anger and chewed out one word at a time.

"Just one time! Just one time off. After that, I'll run nonstop to Gangseo, so everyone knows that! If you fall behind, I'll leave you there!"

Baek Cheon sighed unconsciously.

"He's a fraudster, he's killing me first.’

* * *

"Oh, yeah.

"I was hit too hard."

"That f*cking guy...….”

A night when the sun has completely set and darkness has fallen. The third sword was taking care of the wound in a control tomb in the mountains.

They were wearing bandages under the broken flesh, but they grated their teeth as if they could not hold back their anger.

"Do we have to leave him alone?”

"It's killing me, big."

"It's noisy!

Guahyukso, the head of the Three Swords of Taehaeng, stared fiercely at his two younger brothers. The two men, who were petrified by the eyes, quickly cringed their necks."No, that's not it.….”

"But this is a little too much."


The hyukso looked down at my shoulder with his tongue clenched. Looking at his dark red-blooded shoulders, he was also aging.

"You son of a b*tc*...….”

It was when the three of them were in full anger against Jinyang Gon.


There was a knock on the door. The faces of the three hardened in an instant.

But the door of the control tomb opened wide without their time to react.


"You punk!"

The face of the Three Swordsman, who checked the teeth in front of the control tomb, was filled with anger.

It was Jinyang Gon, who had just performed with them.

Jinyang Gon plodded into the control tomb, fluttering the white mortar hem.

Tension rose as if something were about to explode.

And at that moment.

"Hey, you son of a b*tc*! You didn't tell me you were going to beat me so hard!"

Jinyang Gon smiled as Ma Yu-ryang, the second of the Three Swords of Taehaeng, burst into laughter.

"Ha ha. That's right. But thanks to you, everyone was completely taken in!"

Jinyang Gon's face smeared with triumph.