Chapter - 73 Episode 73. I think the volcano has changed. (3)

"Here you go!"

"Oh, Confucius is here again. Come this way, please. I'll guide you to a good seat."

How's everything?

"Oh, my. What's the big deal? Thanks to Confucius' frequent visits, the business is going well and worth living. Hahahaha."

Chung-Myung headed to the window seat under the guidance of Jeomsoy.

"It's a cool towel. If you wait a little longer, I'll serve you the soju you always drink. What would you like to have for dinner today?"

"Give me a couple of the right ones."

"Yes, I'll talk to the chef and prepare the best food for today."

Not the best one, but the most delicious one, dude!

Who are you trying to catch?

However, Jumsoi rushed to the kitchen and brought out two bottles of chilled soju.

"Here you are."

"Oh, thank you."

Chung-Myung opened the lid and poured it into the glass as soon as he picked up the soju.

The sound of alcohol spilling in makes me so happy.

This is why people live.'

No matter how much Chung-Myung is a human being who has kicked Doga's laws, he cannot drink alcohol in Wasan as a third-generation disciple.

Drinking is not completely prohibited, but drinking within the prose is strictly prohibited.

But whoever Chung-Myung is.

A man of the frog belt who must do what he is told not to do, and what he is never allowed to do.

'If you tell me not to eat weirdly, I want to eat more.'

The two bottles of alcohol from the cave had been out of stock for a long time, and now it has become a daily routine to change clothes and stop by the base every time I come down to the chord with the privilege of a long-time writer.

Now, Jumsoi pretends to be the first to know how often he came. Shame on you!

"Growl."

Chung-Myung, who poured a glass of alcohol into his neck without delay, hung on the chair with a face as if he had come to heaven.

"Why are there so many things you don't want to do when it's all natural? People have to make sense!"

Anyway, what a warrior they are they?

What?

I'm a master, too?

Come on. I'm a little different.

Chung-Myung poured another drink to his mouth. Then, he doesn't hold his breath and just looks at the glass. Chung-Myung, who was looking down at the sparkling alcohol, slightly smiles.

"Not the same as before, death penalty."

Alcohol was the best when people hid away from the eyes of the death penalty who were looking for Chung-Myung with a light in their eyes.

"I'm here like this."

There's no one here.

Looking at the glass, Chung-Myung finally smirked.

It's a weird thing.

I've never missed someone who would sit across from the glass in my life, and now I'm looking beyond it.

"Tsk."

But that doesn't mean I'm deeply impressed.

What's past is just what's past. If the death penalty sees him wondering, they will hold his stomach and laugh.

That's the way they are.

It was called "a Taoist who realized the high degree" or "a living spirit," but in reality, they were just playful old people.

The same goes for Chung-Myung.

"Well, here's Sampisa. And here's Daryo.

帶把?

It's )."

Sampisa is a dish that is seasoned with the skin of the five-bone family, pork, and jellyfish, and Daeryo green onion is a dish that boiled down jokbal. Both were traditional foods of the island island.

"What about the frozen pork?"

"It's coming soon."

Chung-Myung picked up his chopsticks, smacking his lips.

It's not as good as the delicacies on the table right now, is it? After drinking a glass of soju and eating cold vegetables, it is like heaven.This is the lineage.'

The fable is freezing to death.

Death penalty, I don't split. Live happily there.

Then the door opened and a series of crowds entered.

"Welcome home!"

Jumsoi rushed to the door.

Those who came inside were all young men and women.

Are you too old to be a young man?'

Men seem to be separated, and women certainly look younger than him.Anyway, Chung-Myung looks like a bunch of blood.

Those who came inside looked around and sat down on the table next to Chung-Myung. Chung-Myung didn't care about them and diligently teased them with chopsticks.

"It's been a while since I've had food."

"Now I can't eat any more, death penalty."

"That's why you didn't come here? It's important to climb the mountain as soon as possible and greet the private servants, but they'll understand."

Capital punishment or private residence?

Chung-Myung lifted his head slightly and glanced at those who put their backs down. Come to think of it, they're all wearing black suits. And the chest was embroidered with plum blossoms symbolizing Hawasan.

Is it a white porcelain boat?

Wearing a robe embroidered with plum blossoms, it is Mundo in Hwasan, and Chung-Myung has never seen it, so the white porcelain belly will fit. He's about the same age as well.

Chung-Myung lowered his head.

I didn't do anything wrong, but I don't want to show my face. I don't want to get involved. Fortunately, I'm wearing casual clothes now, so if I don't get tangled up, there won't be a problem.

'You don't even let me eat properly. Let's hurry up and eat and go out.'

There can be no such thing as the joy of meeting a junior.

He's a pain in the ass, he's a pain in the ass. It is best not to get involved as much as possible.

"But what about you?"

"I think I went up to Hawaii first."

"Weren't we supposed to meet in harmony?"

"When do you ever listen to a similar sibling?"

"Well, then the masters must have thought we were here."

"It's okay. Everyone knows the similarity is unique."

"That's a relief."

The young man in the middle called Jeomsoy to finish a simple order. Then I ordered a drink to fill the cups of the death penalty.

"Jeo-jeo."

Chung-Myung frowned.

"Now they're finally drinking in the middle of the harmony. Even if Munpa turns upside down, it's oil!'

Anyway, these days!

Yes?

Me?

No. I'm different. I'm almost a hundred years old...….

Move on, move on.

"You all did a great job. You overcame the hard training well."

"Who else has suffered as much as the death penalty? We just followed the death penalty."

"That's right. The death penalty worked the hardest."

The tall young man in the middle smiles.

"You're handsome."

Chung-Myung, a man, looks warm and cozy. The painting is captured by wearing a black coat on it.

How should I say this? It's like a legendary collaborator in a story.

"I know better than anyone that you've ever worked with. This alcohol is for me personally, so don't feel pressured and drink as much as you want."

"Thank you, death penalty."

"But don't get too drunk. Because I have to go up to Hawasan in the evening."

"Of course."

The sound of laughter is jingling up.

So on my way back from training, I guess I'm having a drink while I'm in harmony. Maybe that one called the death penalty is the great disciple of the white porcelain ship, and the rest are the great powers of the white porcelain ship.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to drink so confidently in a place where other people might see it.'Moonpa is working well.'

Chung-Myung gave a slight sniff.

It was hard to imagine that they would drink among themselves when he was a high school student. He would have been stuck in a penitentiary and would have had to swing his sword at the wall for a week.

So Chung-Myung hid and drank!

Yes?

Yeah, I did drink it. How can you not eat that?

But basically, I was hiding and drinking! It's not like that!

Chung-Myung, whose thoughts were unknown, began to collide with glasses and share drinks. The atmosphere begins to heat up as the food is served quickly and the table is filled.

Let's just eat and go.'

In the midst of a tumult, Chung-Myung quickly teased the chopsticks. And as soon as he poured a glass of soju neatly, a remark that could not be ignored penetrated his ear.

"Baek Cheon to death."

"Say it, priest."

"After all this hard work, we can get good results at Hwajong Branch, right?"

A person called Baek Cheon crosses his arms and nods slowly.

"…mmmmm."

"Right, capital punishment?"

"Priest. Honestly, I don't know. But there's one thing I know."

"What's that?"

"Try never betrays a man."

Baek Cheon's eyes shed a clear light.

"We've done enough to try. He overcame the hard training and constantly whipped himself. Isn't it true that even if we don't win, we've gone a long way in that time?"

"Yes, death penalty."

"Don't hang yourself on winning or losing. We're playing a long game. If you lose your eyes to the immediate outcome, you may lose the distant future."

"Oh... I was short-minded."

"But I want to win."

Baek Cheon smiles softly. When a smile was made on his handsome face, it felt like the surroundings were brightening up. All of his students looked at him with trust.

But then there was one with a rotten face.

Did you put oil on your mouth?'

Chung-Myung gulped down Sohongju with a sour face. Chung-Myung doesn't fit the sound of his mouth.

I think it's something different from the death penalty.'

It was the same with the death penalty for ranting, but it's something different. But it's not like I did anything wrong...….

"How good are we at this? Can you fight against the disciples of Jongnam now?"

"Well."

Baek Cheon opened his mouth with a serene face.

"Jongnam is strong. Isn't it an old file room, in name and reality?"

"Yes, you are."

"In the past, we were also members of the old faction.But, frankly, now Jong-nam and we are incomparably different."

Everyone's face turned dark at the words of Baek Cheon.

"But that's just fame."

Baek Cheon's voice is slightly raised as if he is trying to refresh the atmosphere.

"Fame and skill are not necessarily proportional. Although we lost the last Hwajong branch, the difference was not significant. During that time, didn't we concentrate on training while reducing our sleep? Now, Jong Nam will be able to compete with him."

"You mean the Jong-nam?"

"Where was Jongnam from the beginning? Where was Hwasan from the beginning? Nothing is set in stone. If we can move forward without rest, it will not be impossible to look beyond the end of our generation to the world."

A powerful voice and determined eyes. It was definitely an attractive figure.It was a moment when everyone was looking at Baek Cheon with touching eyes.

"Pfft!"

There was a low sneer coming from behind.

The heads of the six people sitting at the table turn to one side in unison.

"Uh...…."

Chung-Myung, who realized that the eyes were on him, covered his mouth with an awkward face.

'Oh, I didn't know.'

I heard something so absurd that I burst into laughter.

In everyone's eyes, Chung-Myung quickly came up with a breakthrough as usual.

'Let's move on naturally.'

And I started coughing violently.

"Puㅤㅜ!! Pu!! Oh, my! Coughing! Is there something in your throat? Pooh!"

"……."

Chung-Myung frowned at the way he looked at himself.

Why aren't you fooled? Your acting is perfect.'

Cough more intensely...….

"Small brothers."

"What?"

Baek Cheon slowly rises from his seat. Then he stared at Chung-Myung and opened his mouth.

"Who is the little brother? I don't think I've seen this face in harmony. If you don't mind, may I ask your family and name?"

"……."

I think we're screwed.

You see?