Book 4 Chapter - 12

"Hey, what's wrong with you?

Do you know who that is?"

Changhong, who is trying to stop Ryu-Yeon from being next to him, has already identified as Ha Sein.

He seemed to know. That's why I was worried about Ryu-Yeon's safety.

But Ryu-Yeon put Changhong's efforts to no avail.

"Why, did I say anything wrong?

I don't think so."

There are times when it is more cheeky to beat around the bush than to speak out directly.

Now that was the case for Ryu-Yeon. I mean, I've been winning or losing with the con artists lately.

Because you're clearly blind, the way you weigh between the two stings.

It was about to be burdensome.

So, I was a lot more nervous than usual, and today, I got that tension.

He met a person who shook his sensitive nerves.

The iron sword, the blood on Hasein's forehead, like a lump of hot metal.

It turned red. I don't think his patience is enough to hold his temper.It couldn't have been erased.

"Hey, you rude bastard.

It's a hell of a way to go.

How arrogant can you be to do such a thing in front of you?

Is it possible?

I'll give you a stingy admonition on your va*in* today.

That's the real reason to be a senior!

I won't forgive you."

I've never seen anything like this before, when I'm already in a state of limbo after the Red Phoenix.

How angry Hasein must be when a young man turns his stomach upside down.

All this time, the frustration of the manipulation has been building up, and at once, the banks of patience...

It collapsed and flooded the land of mind.

Ha Se-in's excellence grabbed his sword's iron fertilizer with all its might.

His patience was now at rock bottom. He's really gonna pull the sword right now.

It was a momentum.

No, it was rather surprising that I haven't picked it yet.

Hasein, the Iron Sword Biryong, has just picked his Iron Sword Biryong to teach him a lesson.

A companion who was around him when he was about to strike and establish his authority as a senior.

Two people stopped him from acting and calmed his man running wild like a madman.

"Hey, calm down, though his rudeness may have gone too far.

It's a hell of a time, but it's not the time.

You've already forgotten where we're going?

It's almost time for an appointment. We have to hurry."

It's the same man who calmed Hasein as he was about to run beside him.

It was the day of the spectroscopic examination of the branch office of Cheongnyongdan.

"Yes, no one else, but the promise to the Bingkum Corporation.

You can't be rude to break the time.

Don't you know his sharp personality better?

Don't pay attention to a guy like that and bear with him this once.

There will be more opportunities for discipline later on."

The voice that helped me with the spectroscopy was a woman.

Lady Ilhyang-il, who inherited the tradition of the Old Daemoon clan.

It was Kang Yuran.

Her beauty is said to be second to none by the sect.

The beauty was outstanding.

Of course, she is as black as she is, as subtle as she is, and as subtle as she is.

It was a woman.

The three of them from the Blue Dragon Squad were rushing across the hall because now...

There was a promise of teaching by the labor and management of Binggum Gwan-chul. The Great Blue Dragon Dando

He was nothing but a quiet little boy in front of the Bingkum government and labor union.

I don't know if the commandments of the Bingkum officials worked or if the pills worked.

Hasein managed to keep his temper and calm.

"I have an important prior engagement today, so I'll leave you alone.

Don't expect this luck to overlap again next time.

You're lucky."

The appointment that will take place shortly is a matter for the Supreme Prosecutor's Office, the Supreme Prosecutor's Office.

It is not a commitment, and if it was not about the new training of air defense.

Hasayne had no hesitation in disciplining his underwhelming junior, Ryu-Yeon.

Of course it is. Of course it is.

It's not Ryu-Yeon who's going to start an eyebrow.

Even now, Ryu-Yeon is not afraid at all, but rather provocative.

It was on the way. But did the provocation go too far?

Hasaine seemed to be able to go, but he couldn't just go like this way.

"But I'll have to give you a little admonition."

Hasein finally pulled out a sword.

What do you mean.

Those of you who are watching, his sword, which has already been pulled out, does not suck blood.

I was worried about crawling in. The life spewing out of his body without eating blood.

Whether it would calm down was not even for them to be around.His iron-fronted sword was formed with a flash of black. His sword is full of life.

A heartless blow to Ryu-Yeon.

Ryu-Yeon just stood in range, motionless.

I've boiled a tiger's liver before, so I'm afraid.

There was no end to Hasain's disciplinary action.

Black or not, sharp or not.

The result ends with the vain fact that Ryu-Yeon was caught in the excellence.

"Go... public white man!"

It's literally a near-fantastic technique for catching blades flying empty-handed.

It was a high-level technique that would not dare to imitate unless it was a master.

There's a high probability of failure, and it doesn't matter if you're a master or not.

A freshman who doesn't make it!

The three members of the Blue Dragon Corps were shocked.

"Who are you-- who are you?"

A disgraceful man whose blow was blocked by a nameless junior, Naburang.

Ha Se-in asked with his eyes wide open as if he didn't want to believe the situation.

But Ryu-Yeon's reply was cheeky.

"What's the point of knowing that?

I can't believe the current situation by looking at those eyes.

You want to say I let you off the hook?"

It was a word that hit Hasain's trembling heart with a sharp edge.

"What a madman you are you?"

Once again, the power was put into Hasain's hand, who was holding the Aegom Iron Fertilizer.

He seemed to want to say that it was not over yet.

But Kang Yu-ran and Jeil-il and he had no more time to lose.

"There's no more time to lose. I have to go."

Kang Yu-ran said almost in a pleading voice.

"Don't think this is the end!"

Maybe he's still angry, but Hasein turned violently and strode along.

Spectroscopic examination dates followed suit.

Kang Yu-ran, who was about to follow Ha Se-in, looked at Ryu-yeon and said something.

"You're so fearless."

"Scared? I don't know what it is because I don't have it in me.

Could you teach me if you know?"

Ryu-yeon smiled calmly and was spoken by Kang Yuran.

To Kang Yu-ran, Ryu-yeon's appearance was just mean.

"It's good to have a spirit at a young age, but if it goes wrong,

It can cause anger in one'sincerely.

This is my advice as a senior."

But despite Kang Yu-ran's warning, Ryu-yeon just smiled.

It was Ryu-Yeon who practiced the four idioms of Mai Dongpung and Wu Yi Poong.

Again, Kang Yu-ran said in a sharp tone.

"I don't know which labor and management is underneath, but we need to be careful about our behavior.

It seems to be helpful for school life.

I'll never forgive you as a senior next time."

For her part, she may have wanted to give a sting to an unsophisticated junior.

But I chose the wrong person today.

It was the worst choice for Ryu-Yeon to be the one to advise.

"I don't remember being rude today, but maybe next time I'll be rude.

I'll refer to it if there is."

Kang Yu-ran's ARMY frowned slightly, but she didn't have time, so she quickly turned around.

I followed Hasein. Ryu-yeon's smile when they disappeared from sight.

My face hardened quietly.

"They're lucky."

For a moment, I thought I'd crush the rude Hassein in the face.

The final point is that you can't take away your students' table from your master's point of view.

It was a conclusion.

The illusion that he is a master of no good who knows how to think of his disciples.

I got carried away.

However, I suddenly got angry because I kept thinking.'No, I've got my eye on those wankers.

You can't even win against those weak bastards."

I didn't think it would work like this.

"What a bunch of idiots.

I haven't seen you in months, and your mind has gone haywire.

I'm afraid it's a pain in the ass for their weak mental rearmament.

This body needs to step up. I can't stand it like this. Hahaha."

At the end of the slow-witted Ryu-Yeon monologue was so small that the next one...

Hyorong, Changhong, Mo Yong-hwi, etc. were totally incomprehensible at all.

It's just that Ryu-Yeon's ever-increasing smile around her mouth looks ominous.

An arrow of innocent anger flew out of nowhere toward the masterminds.

It's stuck in orthodoxy.

As a mastermind, it is just unfair and absurd, but there is no place to complain.

What power do they have? I'm going to open it if you're told me to.

It was the moment when dark clouds were once again laid before the fate of the operations team.

"By the way, he's so hot that he's pissed off.

It's going to be hot.

Then should I make it cool for you, considering you're being generous?"

Of course, Hasein, who is already out of sight of Ryu-Yeon, is sweating under his clothes.

To this extent, he was engulfed in the heat of anger. The degree of Hasein's temperature rise and accordingly

Ryu-yeon's concern about the increase in the discomfort index was too much interference.

But Ryu-Yeon didn't seem to want to quit.

A short time later Ryu-Yeon's right index finger folded inside with a mischievous laugh.

The part where the tip of the brain spirit hanging at the tip of his finger is connected.

It was Hasein's belt.

His belt is drizzling down in his trousers, so I'm afraid it's some sort of ugly thing.

It's a very heavy duty object that prevents it from being revealed.

If it breaks out of nowhere, I'll leave it to your imagination.

It will be very cool to be cool.

How can it not be cool when there is good ventilation everywhere?

It'll sell a little bit of course.

Isn't it a harsh rule to lose one if you get one?

Well, no matter how much they leave food for their students,

It was never Ryu-Yeon to send back in good shape.

"LOL!"

Ryu-Yeon let go of an eerie smile for a while, just imagining it.

One, two, three!

Ryu-Yeon slowly counted to three inside.

The moment the "three" ends,

"Screaming!"

A familiar woman from the other side of the hall screams with a loud noise.

It was heard echoing.

The eyes of Mo Yong-hwi and Hyorong turned to the side where the screams were heard in unison.

Hyorong and Changhong face each other in wonder, but come to a conclusion quickly.

Couldn't pay.

I don't know what happened in that invisible space across the hall.

Because it was unpredictable. To be safe, second from the strong.

What kind of scream is that from a woman at the sad Chunmu Academy?

Plus, if their ears are clear, the woman who just vibrated the entire atmosphere...

It was clear that the scream was made by Kang Yu-ran, the one-sided sword girl of the Cheongnyongdan.

But I couldn't even guess the cause of the scream.

Only Ryu-Yeon grabbed her stomach and burst into laughter.

Next to him stood Mo Yong-hwi, still grim-faced.

"What's the fuss?"

Then suddenly a dignified voice echoed through the hall. the owner of a voice

Everyone who looked at the old man in Seondogol suddenly changed their faces.

And then all the officials around them were trying to do the best they could.

I bowed my head in courtesy and respect. The white beard that comes down to the solar plexus.

An old man with very impressive white eyebrows like snow.He's the one who spews dignity that's hard to come by from the telegraph.

It was a respectful stroke of inspection.

He witnessed a disturbance on his way to the official residence with three attendants.

What a coincidence it was. The gaze of politeness swept through the hall.

No one dared raise their heads under his gaze.

Changhong pressed against Ryu-yeon's stiff waist.

Polite eyes turn into the hall and finally turn to Mo Yong-hwi next to Ryu-yeon

I went and stopped. There was a gleam in the eyes of politeness. And I thought I forgot.

It reminded me of the bitter memories of the past that I knew, which made me feel faint in the back of his heart.

"Jeongcheon"

The face he was staring at was the one that had been with him in the past.

It was similar to Mo Yongjeongcheon's face and plate. Not only that, but also that he has.

Prayer also seemed to outperform him in three years. Weird emotions are politically motivated.

I looked up from my chest.

"What is your name?"

" Mo Yong-hwi of the Resuscitation Moyongsega is here to see Lord Won-ju, who is so polite."

The word "Moyongse" was a new feeling of politeness.

But it was never a pleasant feeling. Mo Yong-hwi said,

Anyone who noticed his face frowning slightly when introduced,

There wasn't.

"You are the grandson of Jeong-cheon?"

"That's right."

There are only a few people in this river who can call the name of Moyongjeongcheon, Kendo.

One of the people was a polite stroke.

What the hell is all this fuss about?

Asked sharply, as if scolding by politeness.

"Yes?"

For innocent Moyonghui, who had nothing to do with this disturbance, he was puzzled.

It was only.

Preservation, politeness, intoxication!

He's said to be a master who's already been censored.

There was a dark shadow cast over.

With Moyongjeongcheon Stream, once called the Shingumhyeop, it was praised as Geomwanggijae.

He was loved by the glory, admiration and respect of the world.

His status, which was envied by all the world, suddenly grew into the Mother's Landing on her.

It was divided into the sky and the ground.

As much as we compete with the New Korea Federation for recruitment against the Heavenly Ghosts,

He was the one who made his mark and shook it all over the place, but he was a coward in the world.

All he had left when he disappeared was the reprehensible, degrading gaze of the surrounding world.

It was once considered to be indistinguishable from Moyongjeongcheon Stream.

Not only did he not make it to the ranks of Cheonmu Samsung,

There was no choice but to take a back seat in the rice field.

There's only one reason why he was injured before the final tournament, which was called "death of heaven."

It was because I couldn't participate. We're all risking our lives and our lives.

When I was fighting back, I was looking at him for injuries.

The gaze couldn't have been better.

It didn't matter if his injury was true or not.

All that mattered was the fact that politeness was not there that day.

Suddenly no one knew why he was injured.

Even the story of Murim getting scared before the competition and making excuses for illness.

I turned around, but his injuries were true. One day, he's as arrogant as he is.

He's so talented, he's got a spider web wound all over his body and he's in tatters.

Who could have believed that when they came back.

In addition, his injuries are in the sphere of influence of Mount Amisan, one of the ancient factions.

It was all the more incredible.

But no one has ever seen his mouth tightly shut with white bandages around his whole body.I couldn't open it. Nor could anyone speak ill of his seriousness.

I don't know why, but he can't fight for the time being.

Became a body.

And he didn't wait for his full recovery, and he finally risked Murim's life or death.

There was a big fight. His mind lying on his bed and sending his fellow men out to his extremities.

It was just bitter.

He fretted over his bed and prayed for the safe return of his colleagues.

Even though they were hurt a lot, they didn't die and returned safely.

There was nothing coming back to him.

For the three friends who survived against the god of blood and blood,

The glory of Cheonmu Samsung has gone, and for the politeness of the bed,

There couldn't have been any glory left to go back.

Somehow, Chunmu Samsung didn't have any old-fashioned characters.

Back to him, who was an immediate disciple of the Shaman faction and was expected to be the best of the old.

The criticism was even greater.

Most of the blame was on the old side. The reputation that I've built up all this time.

It was a moment that went up in smoke overnight.

The arrows of condemnation against him are not enough to keep him out of it.

It wasn't easy.

At that moment, the friendship between Moyangjeongcheon and the other two is hate, respect is hate.

It turned out that he had to be bedridden before the big fight.

This is because the cause provider was Moyongjeongcheon Stream.

That's enough for a polite stroke, although it wasn't a direct cause.

The hatred deeply imprinted on his heart, though not ostensibly, is small.

It wasn't. As such, the wound he received at that time was a big one.

After the showdown with the Heavenly Ghosts, the politeness of the group was again engrossed in the perfection of the mastermind.

I couldn't sit down like this.

To fill the gap between three friends, he was close to three or four times that of others.

I had no choice but to put effort into it.

And when he came back out of a thousand-day-old pipe training,

After the bloody Great Battle, I jumped into the cluttered river with an abstract sword.

I started to calm down the strong team.

As fearful as the sword of politeness at the time in the remnants of a thousand spirits and the Black Island Sapa.

It is said that there was no such thing.

At that time, Cheonmu Samsung didn't fully recover from the wounds it suffered before the massacre.

There was no one more to block him because he was suspending his stronghold.

Again, the assessment of him skyrocketed, and the word "surveillance"...

The title was also obtained at the time.

So his reputation soared again, but it was called the greatest fear.

It did not surpass the reputation of SeBot, who fought against the god of heaven and earth.

When he disappeared, the fear of fear swept the world, and Kang Ho-in's eyes...

Everything else seemed to be a piece of cake.

Therefore, Cheonmu Samsung did not become Samsung and stayed as Samsung.

The discouragement of politeness at the time was specious.

Now who dares to blame and swear at him for having no guts.

For a hundred years, to shake off the deep-seated hatred...

It was a short time.

And seeing that he's got a fair complexion and a hint of displeasure,

Although it has been diluted a lot, it seems that there is still a remnant of the past.

Therefore, Mo Yong-hwi's impression could not have been good.

He looked so much like an old friend. But Mo Yong-hwi, who doesn't know anything,

I treated him as politely and politely as if I were dealing with the existence of an office.

"Didn't you hear the old man?"

Polite Ilchwi sharply questioned Mo Yong-hui once again.

Mo Yong-hwi was at a loss as to how to deal with his sudden remarks."Well, I don't know what school you're in."

Elegant eyebrows wiggled like snow of politeness.

"Didn't you hear me ask you why I was so noisy?"

Every word of politeness, worthy of his reputation and position, is abstract.

It had the power to subdue a person by being dignified.

"I think there was a brief friction with a senior member of the Blue Dragon Squad."

Mo Yong-hwi answered only what he saw and knew.

"Even if a child of the Blue Dragon Squad would pick a fight with you, who is a long junior."

Do you think that makes sense?"

The words of politeness grew more and more angry.

"No."

Mo Yong-hwi was upset. He's just an onlooker. He's a very polite man.

Because there was no reason to be scolded. The person involved in the case is a senior.

Maybe Ryu-yeon isn't as clean as ever.

Ryu-yeon was responsible for all the disputes.

But the excuse of cowardice is a long way from Mo Yong-hwi's perfection.

It was so far away that you don't have to say a few excuses.

I didn't want to get out of this mess.

It comes from a simple misunderstanding.

As a black junior, I dare to say the most respected warrior and grandfather in the world.

In the face of the inspection, politeness, and uniqueness, which are named alongside the Moyongjeongcheon Stream of Geomseong,

I couldn't stand up to him.

"For once in my life, I will forgive you for seeing your grandfather's face.

But don't let this unpleasant division happen in front of me again.

Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Mo Yong-hwi, who was uncomfortable with the injustice, bowed his head and answered.

"Jung-cheon had a talent for raising his name, but he had to train his wife.

I guess you didn't do well enough."

Mo Yong-hwi, who was as cold as a glacier, cried deep inside his heart.

There was something hot rising up. It doesn't matter if you're insulted.

It's only a matter of time before the insult attracts his most beloved and respected grandfather.

I couldn't stand him no matter how calm he was.

"Hold on a second, please."

As cold as the winter breeze, the gaze of politeness on the road again.

He headed for Mo Yong-hwi.

"Do you still have something to say to Nobu?"

The politeness of Mo Yong-hwi in the face of the bold eyes of Mo Yong-hwi is strange.

I looked at him.

"That's right.

Please don't involve my grandfather in my own mistakes.

He's stronger and wiser than he is.

I don't think that's polite to him."

"Courtesy? How dare you bring courtesy to old man now?"

An abstract snub fell from the mouth of politeness.

In the eyes of others, it can be interpreted as rebellion.

Mo Yong-hwi's behavior was nothing short of bold.

" If you're offended, I apologize deeply."

Mo Yong-hwi's eyes, bent down and apologized, were clean without any hesitation.

The mouth of politeness, which had only looked at his eyes silently with a firm expression, opened.

His expression was a little toned down.

"Good. You're bold.

Then we can expect to see the evidence before Nobu's eyes."

Mo Yong-hwi inadvertently looked straight into the eyes of politeness.

Expectations? What do you expect?

"If you say you're not yourself, take responsibility for it.

Won't you? If you win this year's Samsung Test.

I'll make sure old man believes what you say is true."

"Before Samsung's examination?"

He was well aware of what Samsung was. Besides, if it's a premeditation,

I was more aware of it.

"It's a match in honor of your grandfather, Jeong-cheon, and you're the one who's going to show your skills in it.It's human nature to prove it. If you can make it, I'll make it.

I know what you're saying is true and I'll take back what I said."

For a moment, Mo Yong-hwi shut his mouth like a honeyed mute. The suggestion of politeness is...

It was obviously too much to ask. He's still only a freshman.

The best swordsmanship that has been honed at the Catholic Academy for at least three years.

It was too much to ask to win the examination match, which only the contestants participated in.

"If you're not confident, you don't have to.

I don't really care.

Who would ask for more if you, the grandson of Jeongcheon, can't do it?"

His last words set fire to Mo Yong-hwi's fighting spirit.

A strange feeling that he has never known himself to capture his heart.

I could feel it.

"I'll do it.

Mo Yong-hwi said as if he had sworn. His stern answer is to pay attention to the eyes of politeness.

Brought it to me. Because I knew how to make an excuse or complain.

"Then I'll look forward to a good result."

At the end of the day, the polite stroke left. And in that position,

Only Mo Yong-hui, surrounded by many people, remained in the murmur.

Mo Yong-hwi of the Chiljeol Shinbom Co., Ltd. declared his victory in the Samsung Jegseongjeon of the first grade.

For a while, it was a shocking announcement that would make the inside of the ceiling tumultuous.

And a case that draws everyone's attention to one individual.

Finally, you can see the true face of the Kendo heir who has been in a tumult since the beginning of his career.

It's a golden opportunity.

There was no choice but to make a fuss.

"You must have a lot of regrets, old man.

Why would I risk you?"

If Ryu-yeon catches Kang-ho's reputation, he'll just turn into an old man.

It was only."

Mo Yong-hwi's eyes turned to him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?

You're making me feel uncomfortable."

Mo Yong-hwi's gaze at Ryu-yeon couldn't be good.

Awkward by his keen gaze, Ryu-Yeon scratched the back of his head.

"I've got to go."

With that one word left, Mo Yong-hwi left.

"He's still an icy friend."

Looking behind Mo Yong-hui's distant back, Ryu-yeon confessed his complaint.

"But for a while, Mo Yong-hwi of the Seventh-Chief Prosecutor's Office declared his victory in the Sword War.

It must be noisy."

" Isn't it funny and nice? I'm already looking forward to it. I've known his sword for a long ago.

I was wondering how sharp it was."