Chapter - 122 Episode 122, I'll tell you what happens when you touch a volcano! (2)

In the eyes of Hyun Jong, who saw the group leaving the prose, there was an indisputable anxiety.

"Will it be okay?"

"I sent Baek Cheon and Yoon-jong together, so wouldn't it be okay?"

"Shouldn't we send someone else now?"

"……I can't afford it, Jang Moon-in."

Hyun Jong looks at Unam. Unam turned her head with a casual look and avoided Hyun Jong's eyes.

"It's not that you don't want to follow?"

"It's not for adults. If you do something wrong, things will grow out of control."

"If you let them go, it won't get worse.

……it's hard for me to answer.

Honestly, isn't it weird that Chung-Myung is in it and it doesn't get bigger?

"I'm worried. I'm worried."

Hyun Jong sighed deeply.

Then Hyun Sang, who was watching from the side, bursts into a low laughter.

Hyun Jong looked at Hyun Sang with a sour face.

"The priest must find this situation ridiculous."

"I'm sorry. Long death sentence. But how can it not be funny?"

"What's so funny?"

Hyun Sang smiled brightly.

"Just two years ago, we were worried that our disciples would be humiliated by Jong-nam. But now, aren't you worried that those children will beat the disciples of the shaman too much?"

"……."

Come to think of it, yes.

If you look at this situation somewhere other than Hwasan, you may be lucky enough to swear that you lost your cowardice just because you caught Jong-nam.

But for those who know what kind of training the white porcelain and celadon boats have been doing over the past two years, it has been a matter of course.

"Trust and wait. They are not thoughtless children. I'm sure he'll come back from Hawasan."

"Famous people will die."

"Yes?"

"Because notoriety is fame."

"……."

Hyun Jong sighed deeply as he saw his students moving away.

"I hope you're back in peace."

It was Hyun Sang, who couldn't possibly answer that it couldn't be the case.

* * *

At first I thought it was plausible.

Shouldn't we get to South Africa as soon as possible? We don't have a problem, but the strength of the council is a problem. So why don't you figure out a better way than running around in a clumsy way?

As for Wiso Haeng, I have no choice but to agree.

First of all, he's not in a normal state right now. His energy was very damaged because he was doing his best from the south to the chord.

And the same is true even if the vigor is not damaged. In fact, Wiso Haeng is not so good at nothing, and even in normal condition, he won't be able to follow the pace of Hawasan's true disciples.

But a grown man can't carry you on his back, can he?

- It's okay. It's okay. I'll take care of everything. You don't have to worry.

Until then, it was surprisingly reliable.

When I got two horses and a cart as soon as I came down to the harmony, I felt guilty that I had ignored them too much just by looking at the personality of a person.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! I'm taking care of everything!

By the time the cart was full of food, I thought I could trust Chung-Myung.

No, I'm taking care of everything. Don't you understand what I'm saying?

It was only by the time I knew that an unidentified disease had piled up next to the food, and that the disease was a bottle of alcohol. But it was already too late to turn around.I'm in this situation thanks to you.

"Jo-okuna!"

Chung-Myung, lying in a cart, is drinking alcohol in a snarlol

"……."

Wiso Haeng glanced at the scene, turned his head and said to Baek Cheon.

"The master drinks...…."

"Hwasan does not ban alcohol."

Oh, I know that. I'm also a servant of Hwasan.

But it's not right to lie down on a cart and drink alcohol, right?

What the hell is that?

Yoo-Esul, who was sitting by Chung-Myung's bedside, throws a piece of jerky into his mouth. Then he chewed the jerky that came into his mouth very naturally.

"……."

What a strange sight.

If you look at him taking care of beef jerky, the death penalty...…. No, it's a beautiful figure of friendship between private drinking, but isn't it a little strange to put beef jerky in the mouth of a drinking temperament?

It's not like I'm throwing dog snacks.

The one who throws it, the one who takes it for granted.

Baek Cheon insinuated as Wiso Haeng looked at Chung-Myung with an indescribable expression.

"Threatening threat."

"Huh? Oh, yeah!"

"Never mind. It doesn't make sense if you watch it anyway."

Wiso Haeng glanced at Yoo-Esul.

I mean, what the hell is she doing, let alone that lying woman?

"Same."

"……."

It was Wiso Haeng, who had already departed for Namyoung, but kept thinking whether it was right to take them to Namyoung.

"We'll be there in a couple of days."

Wiso Haeng's gaze slightly turns to the front.

I saw two junmars pulling carts, Yoon-jong and Jo-Gol sitting in the horse's seat.

'That sounds very expensive.'

It's a jun-ma that doesn't fit in this cart. Thanks to this, the cart is still moving at an incredible speed. Certainly much faster than he runs at full strength.

There is no need to take a break, so the choice itself was certainly wise.

By the way...

I'm the best.

"Wow, it's so good to live!"

My stomach is twisted strangely. Strangely.

Wiso Haeng has never thought of himself as a childboat who sees the joy of others with bad eyes, but that person, Chung-Myung, had a strange side that twisted people's feelings around him.

"Threatening threat."

"Yes, Baek Cheon stamp."

"What kind of place is Hwajeongmun?"

When Wiso Haeng slightly hesitated to answer the sudden question, Baek Cheon added.

"I'm not asking. But I didn't hear the details because I was in a hurry. I know there is a place called Hwajeongmun in Hwasan, but I think it would be good to know more about it as I go there to take care of things myself."

"Oh, it's not like that. Just thinking about how to tell you...…."

Wiso Haeng scratched the back of his head, awkwardly blurring his words.

"There's nothing special about it."

"It's special enough."

Baek Cheon spoke in a slightly serious voice.

"Hwasan's shorthand has been meaningless until recently. Nevertheless, Hwa Young-moon has proudly revealed that he is a confidante of Hwasan. Even if I searched the whole world, there would have been no place like that except Hwa Yeongmun Gate."

Even Chung-Myung, who was lying down at Baek Cheon's words, turned his eyes slightly and looked at Wiso Haeng.

"I didn't do it with a great sense of duty. It's just that your father was proud to be a pupil of Hawasan."Wiso Haeng's face saying that was not very bright.

You must have had a hard time.

Chung-Myung, who was lying down and listening, slightly clicked his tongue.

Perhaps Wiso Haeng has said countless times that he wants to stop giving up on Hawasan. That's the way the world is in the first place. People learn weak martial arts, but they don't learn failing martial arts.

Those who knew Hawasan would not learn because they knew him, and those who didn't know him wouldn't learn because they didn't know him.

It might have been easier to operate if the signboard of "Hwasan's Shorthand" had been dropped.

"I don't know how much your father liked the last story of Hwajong Branch. He emptied two bottles of alcohol he hadn't had, saying that Hawasan had just begun to spread his wings again."

"Well."

Baek Cheon nodded still.

"Did you say that your father was proud to be a pupil of Hawasan?"

"Exactly, his great-grandfather is a disciple of Hwasan rather than a disciple of him.…, anyway, you thought so. You often said that lifelong resentment was not introduced to Hawasan as a true disciple."

Baek Cheon nodded heavily.

"Anyway, your father was very proud to run Hwajeongmun. Moreover, I was lucky enough to live without getting hungry. If only those bellies hadn't been ganginged...…."

"Did Mun-ju say he lost his duty with the bell-toller?"

"Yes, but…… he is frankly strange, too."

"Strange?"

Wiso Haeng nods his head.

"My father has never neglected his training. It's a little strange for me to say, but it's not enough to lose to most young people."

If it's obvious, it's obvious.

Those who learn martial arts become stronger with time. Ordinary people become weaker and weaker as they get older, but fighters have no choice but to become stronger gradually because of the slow aging of the body and the build up of history.

Therefore, it was Murim where the elderly and the weak, not the elderly, were full.

"But the bell owner was too young. I just don't understand that your father lost to the young man."

"Well."

Baek Cheon's forehead has narrowed slightly.

There's more than one weird part.'

At first, I thought it was just a quarrel between the inner family members, but apparently there are many strange things.

Some of the writers called him separately and gave him a statement.

Wiso Haeng glanced at Baek Cheon and opened his mouth.

"Actually, I owe you an apology."

"What do you mean?"

"My father asked me to ask for his help, but I honestly didn't expect him to be so willing to help."

"Oh."

Baek Cheon nodded.

"It's not so easy to deal with a shaman. That's why we were in despair. But I didn't expect you to help me so easily.…."

Wiso Haeng paused as if he was choking. Baek Cheon waited silently until he opened his mouth again. Wiso Haeng, who covered his mouth and coughed a couple of times, spoke in a slightly biting voice.

"I can see why your father used to live with Hwasan. No matter what the result of this incident is, I will live with gratitude to my family forever."

It was a heartwarming remark.

Unfortunately, however, this cart is carrying a man with a disease that makes you feel goosebumps when you hear warm words.

"What's the result?"

Chung-Myung raises himself with his eyes glistening. Yoo-Esul presses his head with his fingers and the rising body slowly goes down again.But the muzzle didn't stop.

"Whatever the result is! There's only one result! I'm gonna split their heads!"

"Didn't the man tell you not to do it?"

"I'm sure he's hoping for it. There's only a few days left for Jang to live, so I'll show you how to break the shamans' heads before that! That way, you'll smile when you get on the boat, right?"

How can respect and despotism for a long writer enter at the same time in just a few words?

You never know.

"And frankly, what Doga wants the most is to beat up the shamans, don't you think?"

What?

Uh... that's right, though.

"I'll take this opportunity to show you!"

Chung-Myung's eyes were on fire.

"I've been trying to live quietly!"

Come on, don't tell me that. I know you.

"They touched it first. Then you should be punished. Ambassador, what are you doing? Speed up!"

"I'm still running fast. If you're in a hurry, the horses get tired."

"They're worth a fortune! It's okay, it's okay! You can go twice as fast as other horses, so don't worry and speed up!"

"Yes."

Yoon-jong shook his head and tapped the horse's butt.

As the cart speed increased, Chung-Myung's body shook.

"I don't know why, but I'll tell you what happens if you touch Hwasan!"

Listening to a triumphant voice, Baek Cheon sighed deeply.

'You can't even imagine it now.'

The fact that the unprecedented jerk that even Hawasan can't handle is going to the South.

It was Baek Cheon, innocent and hopeful, sending sincere condolences to the disciples of the shaman who arrived in the South Pole.