Chapter - 81 Episode 81. Who said rain? You're dead now. (1)

"They told me to straighten my knees when I walk in the main mountain."

"They told me to get permission to go drinking water."

"Oh, ciba. It's so cheap and dirty."

These disciples really bothered them in all sorts of ways.

Every time he trains, he not only points out every little thing, but also makes all kinds of nitpicks in his daily life.

Today, there was even an order to clean the white plum without a grain of dust because the exterior of the white plum is dirty.

"Why don't you beat me up?"

Jo-Gol grated his teeth.

I'm used to bullying with my fist, but I just couldn't get used to this kind of bullying.

"I never imagined that private houses were like that."

"I respected you!"

"This isn't some kind of neighborhood wacko, is it's okay?"

Yoon-jong sighed deeply.

There's nothing that can't be done.'

There is no doubt that his students do this to harass them. Because the malice and ridicule at the end of the sentence are so vivid.

But that doesn't mean their actions are wrong. In the first place, all the students ask for is what is set by Hawasan's norms.

But why is that a problem?

'The rules were set at least two hundred years ago.'

Essentially old norms are modified by the changing times.

But Hawasan's norms did not.

So far, we have chosen to ignore out-of-date norms under tacit agreement as a way to overcome that gap.

However, his students came up with this standard and began to crack down on the three great disciples.

Aside from everything, the biggest problem was that all of these gorilla norms were earrings when they were hung on the ears and nose earrings when they were hung on the nose.

"No, Hawasan's disciples should not let go of the sword from their hands, how does that mean that they should hold it in their hands when they wash up or do their business!"

"……I was told to hold it in my hand when I eat."

"You're growing up in your sleep!"

"If that's all, I won't tell you. How does it mean that the disciples of Hwasan always have to keep the teachings of the good in mind to memorize all of his history!"

"……they don't even know."

"That's what I'm saying!"

The three great disciples gnashed their teeth.

All of you were getting distracted in front of this strange absurdity. Every time the students of Ewha Womans University sneaked up and glanced over, it felt like their lifespan was decreasing.

"I can't even eat properly! I can't sleep well!"

"If you're bored, it's a gathering. I think they're cursing at me because one person called me out for my fault."

"What the hell is going on in Daemyung!"

"Don't we have to do something about it?"

Yoon-jong sighed deeply.

"What do you want me to do?"

"It's a little too much! Honestly, it's obvious that you're going to bully him, but it's fair to let him win."

"Yes! I can put up with anything else. But I can't stand it any more than disturbing my training! Even so, we're in Mufa, so we shouldn't disturb the training!"

The three great disciples had blood in their eyes.

In fact, there has been nothing much to confront between the three great disciples and the great disciples. The disciples of this school were busy training, and since teaching the three great disciples is the role of a white plum house, they have been living together like cows.

Still, it is true that the three great disciples felt something similar to their admiration. However, the betrayal is indescribable because they appear so petty.Yoon-jong turned his head and looked at the root of all this.

Yoon-jong, who was reading Chung-Myung's countenance leaning on the chair, carefully opens his mouth.

"Chung-Myung아."

"Huh?"

"……shouldn't you do something about it?"

"What?"

"The private servants, the private servants."

Yoon-jong sighed deeply.

No one knows why this is happening, just because they don't speak out.

Now, these disciples want the three great disciples, especially Chung-Myung, to bow down to them.

'It's a very silly way of doing it.'

Yoon-jong understood their position in his own way.

In fact, it's not the white porcelain belly that's wrong, it's the Chung-Myung that's wrong. To be precise, there is a problem not with Chung-Myung's actions, but with its very existence itself.

Even if Yoon-jong is a white porcelain boat, it would be difficult to tolerate having a maggot like Chung-Myung in the below distribution.

So far, there has been little problem with relationships with great disciples and elders. Because Chung-Myung never crosses the line when dealing with them. Regardless of what's inside, it's clear that you respect him as an adult of the private sector.

But it's different for a white porcelain ship.

Didn't Yoon-jong already see Chung-Myung treat the white porcelain belly?

"……isn't it obvious what they want?"

"It's obvious?"

Yoon-jong sighed once again.

"I won't tell you to learn your personality or bend it. If you just please me a little bit, I'll figure it out somehow...…."

"Bewildered?"

Yoon-jong's eyes slightly trembled at Chung-Myung's voice.

Oops, I chose the wrong word...….

However, contrary to Yoon-jong's expectations, Chung-Myung did not have a seizure. Rather, he just looked at Yoon-jong with sparkling eyes and said cheerfully.

"Death penalty, death penalty!"

"Huh?"

"I think I know a better solution than that! This is really gonna fix everything!"

Chung-Myung's face, which smiles brightly with excitement, makes me nervous even before hearing it, but there was no way not to ask as an ambassador.

"……what's the way?"

"What do you mean, what? We're going to destroy all those bastards!"

As soon as Chung-Myung finished talking, he stormed out of his seat and stood up. Surprised, Yoon-jong exclaimed in a panic.

"Hold it, hold it! If we don't catch him, we're all dead! Get him! Get him!

Perhaps he felt anxious like Yoon-jong, but all the capital punishments he was preparing for flew in unison. Jo-Gol jumped up and crushed Chung-Myung's body to the floor while they held Chung-Myung's arms and legs.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Don't let go! Never let go!"

"Let go of me! Let go of me!"

The three great disciples, who clung to each other like dogs, desperately grabbed Chung-Myung and stretched. Their desperate eyes showed the will of the association to "never let this crazy dog loose outside the White Pavilion."

"Chung-Myung아! Calm down, Chung-Myung!"

"We're all going to be destroyed!"

"There's a mutiny! You're going to be excommunicated if you beat a private house!"

Chung-Myung's eyes glistened.

"Okay, I won't punch you! I'm not going to punch you! I'll just punch you! I only hit once!"

"That's how you beat me, you nut job! Hold it right there!"

"No, he's so powerful!"

"Huh!"

Chung-Myung wriggled his teeth.

"Those bastards are doing things they didn't do a hundred years ago! My va*in* is sticking out!"

Doga is basically a place of naturalism. In other words, Doga is not bound by the norms and classes created by society.Isn't it so famous that when Confucius came to greet Lao-ja in the past, Lao-ja told him not to do such a thing?

However, the disciples of Doga were doing old-fashioned things that would not be done even in oil prices.

"Calm down, Chung-Myung! You'll be in big trouble if you beat up the private servants."

"All the balls we've got so far could be blown away!"

"Stay put! Stay put! Don't move!"

"Let me go! Let me go! Don't you dare!"

The three great disciples built a huge wooden tower and pushed Chung-Myung down. But every time Chung-Myung wriggled, the giant tower reeled.

Yoon-jong sweated as he watched the scene.

'No, does this make sense?'

Baek Cheon is the strongest of his students.

Before Chung-Myung's arrival, the position of the first journalist of Hwasan was naturally Baek Cheon, and everyone had no doubt that he would one day become the first master of Hwasan.

Jo-Gol is also talented, but in the end it takes time to accumulate. It was almost impossible for Jo-Gol to catch up with Baek Cheon, who had already mastered the sword a decade earlier than Jo-Gol.

Even if it's possible, it'll be decades later.

That's what allocation is about. No matter how talented you are, the time accumulated is different, and the learning of martial arts are different. Therefore, it was the difference in distribution that could not be easily overcome.

But what is the situation in front of Yoon-jong?

The youngest of the celadon ship, the last to enter Hwasan, is harping on empty words to beat up the white porcelain ship's metabolism.

The real problem is no one here thinks it's impossible.'

What if I'm being rational?

I don't understand.

No matter how strong Chung-Myung is, I don't think it's going to be a match against Baek Cheon. Even if Chung-Myung had mastered martial arts even before he took his baby steps, Baek Cheon would have held the sword for more than that.

Moreover, Baek Cheon is not a man lacking talent.

It is impossible to surpass the difference of time with most differences in talent. The person who can do that is called a genius, but no matter how great a genius is, it takes time to go beyond a decade.

Rationally, really rationally, it's absolutely impossible for Chung-Myung to beat Baek Cheon.

But the problem is that I feel like Baek Cheon will get beaten up if I do.'

In the first place, common sense and reason don't work for this person in front of you. What common sense has he done so far?

"Chung-Myung아."

Yoon-jong sighed deeply and said.

"I know how you feel, but not now."

"Why?"

"Hwajong branch is just around the corner."

"Why?"

"……Baek Cheon's death penalty is the person who should be the representative of this disciple at the Hwajong Branch. What would you do if such a person was hit by you and couldn't participate in the Hwajong branch?"

"Come on. Don't tell me I'm going to beat you like that. It hurts, but it's my specialty not to hurt. Don't you know?"

"I know."

I know very well. I've been hit countless times.

"But you can't. Baek Cheon, get beaten up by the grumpy. You don't think you're confident?"

"……."

"Let's be patient. It's better for us to get killed by Baek Cheon than to be ignored by the Jong Nam."

Chung-Myung frowns on his face."I think it's better to just blow it up."

"For once in my face, let it slide. Hwajong Branch is such a big deal. Please."

"Hmmm."

Chung-Myung turned his head. And said in a slightly dull voice.

"Get out of the way now."

The death penalty is wary of Yoon-jong. When Yoon-jong nodded, he slowly left Chung-Myung and slowly stepped aside. At the same time, Chung-Myung kept his distance so that he could catch it again at any time.

"Then I just have to wait until the Hwajong branch is over, right?"

"……I don't mean I have to put up with it until then……."

"What's so blurry? Definitely!"

Yoon-jong closed his eyes tightly. And I spoke with a feeling of putting out the urgent fire first.

"Yes, it's only Hwajong Branch!"

"Okay."

Chung-Myung nods coolly.

"But he's been through a lot of trouble, and I have to listen to him."

"……thank you very much."

"Why are you crying?"

"No. No."

This is not tears. Sweat in the heart, you son of a b*tc*.

"But what if we get into a fight over there?"

"……isn't that possible?"

"Just in case."

Yoon-jong sighed.

"Then you take care of it. Because I don't know anymore."

"Really?"

Chung-Myung rolls up the corners of his mouth. Seeing the smile, Yoon-jong became anxious.