Chapter - 258 Episode 258. What's opening? (3)

Sami Seung, who was municipalizing in front of Hawasan's prose, joined deeply as soon as he found Hye Bang.

"Did you finish your work well, Master?"

Hye Bang nodded lightly.

"Well, yeah, let's go first."

"Yes."

Out of prose, the two began to descend steep Hwasan.

"How was it for you, Hwasan?"

"Amitabha Buddha……."

Hye Bang, who slightly blurred the end of her speech, briefly sighed with a subtle expression. Then he closed his eyes and murmured softly.

"I don't know what to say."

Sami Seung looked at his expression and asked again with questionable eyes.

"Do you have any ambiguity, too?"

"I'm a human being, so how can I know everything clearly?"

"Then is that a strange place that even the master can't figure out?"

Hye Bang holds the charges.

"It's weird…….I don't know, but it's definitely different from what I heard. The atmosphere flowing in the mountains or the energy felt from each door was not from the Munpa."

"It means that the public's assessment that Hassan is reviving is not wrong."

"That's the case, and it's not the case."

It was a strange answer.

Hye Bang seems to be taking a moment and continues to talk.

"It is true that Hwasan's spirits are more than he thought, but it will be a long way from restoring his past status. It's almost impossible, I suppose."

"May I ask why?"

"Well, three main things."

He opened his mouth after being silent as if he were slightly organizing his thoughts.

"First, Hwasan's ascendancy has been put into practice. Those who have mastered the ignorance of ascension and those who have failed to do so are bound to differ from the flow of momentum. However, the elders of Hwasan did not feel the burden of ascension."

"That's fatal."

Cruel is a cruel word, but the greatest condition of a masterpiece is ignorance no matter what anyone says.

The ascendancy is the source of the inscription that makes the inscription exist. But there is no such source in Hwasan.

"Second, because the upper class couldn't stand straight because there was no ascendancy, it's hard for those who follow to achieve it. Muran is a self-discipline process, but the existence of a teacher who will guide you in the right direction is essential."

Sami Seung nodded slowly.

"And the third. Whasan may be regaining his strength, but he may not have regained his past strict discipline. As the hierarchy did not stand straight and the discipline of the Munpa was not established, the status of the Maehwa Gate, which was aimed at the world's best, will not be restored."

After finishing his speech, Hye Bang looked back at Hwasan with a slightly sad look.

Unfortunately....'

No matter how hard I think about it, I don't see any particular answer.

"If you do, Master."

"Hm?"

Hye Bang turned her head slightly and looked at Sami Seung.

"Or if HWASAN can solve all of those problems, can he come back to being famous?"

"Solving the problem?"

"Yes, if we can get back to the real world of ignorance……."

"It would be too much, though."

Hye Bang shook her head quietly.

"Even if Hwasan takes back those ancient swords of the past, there is no one left to understand and pass on the shamanism."

"Hwasan can have a genius like death, right?"

"There can't be two geniuses like him in one, even if there is one. How long does it take for the genius to get to the point where he can understand all of Hwasan's ignorance and pass it on to someone? By then, Hwasan would have lost a lot of things.""Ah……."

Sami Seung lamented as if he was sorry.

"That means that Hwasan will never regain the glory of the past."

"There may be a faint hope if the master of HWASAN's mastery of martial arts suddenly appears. But Hwasan lost all those who had to stay in line in the blood of the past."

"What a pity."

"Amitabha Buddha."

Hye Bang stared at Ho Gong and memorized his dislike.

"The rise and fall cannot be helped by human power. Although Shaolin is said to save the power that is no longer there, the power of Shaolin will decline one day, just as the moon rises when the sun sets. There's nothing to be sorry about, nothing to be sorry about. Everything is in the end illegal."

Hye Bang, who was talking alone like a good question and answer, shook her head as if she was useless.

"Let's go."

"Yes, sir."

Hye Bang, who was walking ahead of Sami Seung, once again looked back at Hwasan.

'The rise and fall....'

Now, Hwasan's style was so unique that Hye Bang had never seen before.

I wonder how far that atmosphere could go if it were to add great martial arts.….

He soon shook his head.

It's a thoughtless thought.'

It's unfortunate that even one door wave is missing now, but the odds of Hwasan being the "one" didn't seem high.

He walked slowly down the mountain, clearing Hwasan's head.

* * *

After Hye Bang left, the people who remained in the long room kept a heavy silence.

Hyun Jong, who sat at the top of the table, mumbled quietly, fiddling with the gold concubine he had grabbed.

"A world tournament...…."

His eyes were very subdued.

"What do you think, Jang Moon-in?"

When asked by Hyun Young, he closed his eyes and contemplated for a while. It was a face that showed deep concern.

After a while, Hyun Jong finally opens his eyes and looks back at the elders.

"What do the elders think? Would it be upsetting or fortunate for Hwasan to participate in this world-wide contest?"

Hyun Sang, who was also agonizing, frowned.

"I don't dare to guess."

"Well."

It's really heavy work.

All the world's most prestigious literary factions will gather at the World War II. There's a Bimu competition in that kind of place?

"It means that you will be tested in front of all the world's most prestigious civil servants.'

It's a big opportunity.

But at the same time, it is also a big crisis. If he were to be humiliated for being here, he would never regain his old status again.

"What does Hyun Young think?"

"……."

Hyun Young slightly closed his mouth. Hyun Young, who has always clearly expressed his intentions, seems to be worried.

Even the Unja boats looked cautious.

"Long-Written."

Hyun Sang, who had been sleeping for a long time, opened his mouth first.

"Don't you mean that we're already recognized by the other clans?"

Then Hyun Young, who was listening, made a slight frown.

"Acknowledgement is a little too much. Interest is appropriate."

"Yeah, that's more true. Anyway, is there any reason not to participate in such a situation?"

"Well, that'sir."

Hyun Jong nodded heavily.

"Now we, Hwasan, have to declare a triumphant resurrection. It would be a great place for a world tournament."

Hyun Jang nodded loudly at Hyun Sang's words.

But Hyun Young didn't seem to agree with that."I have a slightly different opinion."

He spoke in a cold tone.

"There may be a taste of showing off. Now that we're here, we might be able to put some weight on our shoulders."

"Well."

"But what do you get out of it? Now is not the time to announce the name, it is time for the inner world. Do you really need to participate in such a place and claim to be on the border of other clans?"

Speaking, Hyun Young peeked back at Chung-Myung.

"It's working fine on its own right now.… rather at that time……."

The end of my words became blurred. Chung-Myung's body was shaking.

With a look of determination to eat something to the bone.

"Well, we're divided. Speaking of which, Chung-Myung. What do you think?"

Chung-Myung, who turned a blind eye to Hyun Young's eyes, replied with a sour face.

"I don't think there's any reason not to participate."

"Hm?"

Chung-Myung looked shrugged.

"It's good to go and be successful, and even if you're humiliated...…."

Then he looked up and looked around everyone. A growling voice came out of his frowning mouth.

"Hwasan, do you have anything to lose?"

All of them were dumbfounded by the blatant question.

"When a man has nothing to lose, he is fearless. But I get scared when I start to have something. I'm afraid I'll lose what I have again."

Chung-Myung, who lowered his voice slightly, looked at Hyun Jong and said,

"Of course, you want to make a careful decision, but sometimes I think you have to be bold."

"Do you mean you're afraid I'm going to lose what I have now?"

"That's not necessarily what I meant. I just want to ask. Why are you hesitating?"

"Ha ha. Why are you hesitating?…."

Hyun Jong smiled brightly.

Then, he looked at Unam with a determined look.

"Call your disciples together."

"Yes!"

All of Hwasan's disciples gathered back in the smoke and mirrors.

"What else is going on?"

"Well?"

Bemused by the sudden call, they glanced ahead, whispering.

"I heard someone visited, is it because of that?"

"Well, anyway, I'm sure the writer has something to tell you."

"Shh. He's coming out!"

Three people walked out in front of the lined disciples of Hwasan.

장문인 Hyun Jong과 Hyun Sang, Hyun Young. They were two elders.

Hyun Jong stared at everyone and slowly opened his mouth.

"Are you all here?"

"Yes! Long story!"

Hyun Jong nodded lightly.

"A little while ago, Shaolin's monk visited. I heard that there will be a world-class forest competition in Soongsan within a short period of time."

The eyes of the disciples grew slightly.

Hyun Jong continued his speech as he saw the reactions of his students.

"And it is said that there is a posthumous martial arts competition in the world. Anyone below ilep can participate. In all, 15 people from Hawasan decided to participate."

Rumbling.

No sooner had the words finished than there was a commotion here and there.

Hyun Jong waited for the children to talk freely without trying to appease the disturbance.

Waiting for the disturbance to subside, he explained in detail.

"It will be a venue for all the influential people of the strong, as well as the Goofile room and the Great Sega. It's even hosted by Shaolin, so there aren't many places to refuse. You must prove yourself in the presence of all those people."

There was warmth and concern in the way he looked at his disciples.

"Can you do it?"

Unja boats lined up looked at the white and celadon ships in unison.If only Ilipp could participate, they would have to answer the question.

then

Baek Cheon, their representative, took a step forward without saying a word. And he replied calmly.

"I'll prove to the world that there are still plum blossoms in Hawasan."

a calm remark

It was a clear voice that ruled out heat and warmth.

That's why it's more trustworthy.

Hyun Jong nodded as he smiled at Baek Cheon.

"Yeah. I'm relieved to hear that. There may be people who are anxious, but there is no need to be. I don't know if you've heard, but we've regained the sword of the past Hwasan. No one in the world can ignore you if you can learn the twenty-fourth parallels of plum blossom inspection for the rest of your time."

"Yes, Jang Moon-in!"

The disciples' eyes were filled with strange heat.

the twenty-fourth-purchase method of plum-painting inspection

No one was surprised by the spread of the rumor, but hearing it through the mouth of Jang Moon-in, the expectation was amplified.

"It will take at least six months to reach the competition. So make sure you concentrate on your training for the next six months. I will take the 15 who show the most outstanding achievement to Soongsan Mountain. Do you understand?"

"Yes! Long story!"

Hyun Jong nodded pleasedly as he looked at his students full of ambition.

"Hyun Sang."

"Yes!"

"Be a priority over other scholarship, and teach them how to do it."

"I will, Jang Moon-in."

Hyun Jong nodded with a proud face.

"The sky is making them show off Hwasan's sword."'

The competition is held at the right time.

As Chung-Myung says, Hwasan has nothing to lose. Just knowing that Hwasan has regained his twenty-fourth parallel would change the way the world looks.

"Your shoulders are heavy. I and the elders will do our best to help you, so do your best!"

"Yes!"

The elder and the elder who stand by him firmly proclaimed. The great disciples/divisions/desirers who regret that they cannot participate.

It's a beautiful picture up to here, but...….

"Then go and practice!"

"Yes!"

"Hahaha."

Hyun Jong and the elders left their seats.

And then the Unja boats left the mists. However, the white porcelain and celadon ships still remained in their seats, unable to leave the smoke field.

At that time, Baek Cheon walked out and jutted toward the Baekmaegwan.

"That way."

"……."

Then, the eyes of the white porcelain and celadon boats changed.

His eyes, which were like beasts burning with enthusiasm until a while ago, are turning into a tearful cow being dragged to the slaughterhouse.

"Come on."

"……Yes."

Those who trudged to the most eerie place in the back of the Baekmaegwan looked at the person who was sitting there in advance.

It's chewy.

Chung-Myung, who was crouching down and chewing a stick of sweets with his molars, frowned at the people standing in front of him.

It looks like a brother who plays in the neighborhood gathered the children together.

"You've heard from a long story, haven't you?"

"……uh."

"Spit."

He, who spit out the stick from his mouth, stood up, bending his neck left and right.

"A world tournament...…."

A chill came out of my voice.

Those who read the spirit trembled in unison.

"Of course, you think it's worth it just because you did your best.…."

Chung-Myung shook his head.

"I'm a little different."

"……."

His eyes are usually full of madness, but now he is completely blood.

"Experience? Experience can be done anywhere else. A competition is not a place to gain experience. It's a place to prove how strong we are! This is the Bimu competition! We will win no matter what. And overwhelmingly!""……."

"Do you have any idea what those rotten old-school bastards did to Hwasan?"

"Oh, there isn't."

"I was thinking about when to break my head, but they're setting the stage for me. We must win all the top prizes in this competition and let the world know about Hwasan's resurrection. I'm sure everyone's ready."

"No, of course!"

"Of course!"

"Yeah."

It was the moment Chung-Myung nodded.

Baek Sang, who had been silent, raised his hand slightly.

"Tell me."

"I'm asking just in case…Just in case."

"So ask him. Don't waste time."

He gulped down his dry mouth and opened his mouth with difficulty.

"Ho, what if we lose to the other Moonfas in the competition?"

It was a question that everyone wanted to ask but couldn't. The surroundings became silent as if they had poured cold water on them.

Chung-Myung smiles brightly with his mouth wide open.

"Do you want to know?"

"Oh, no, what I'm saying is...…."

"Really……."

A dreary voice.

"……."

Chung-Myung's head turns strangely sideways.

"…Do you really want to know?"

"……."

No.

It's better not to know.

White porcelain boats and celadon boats looked up at the sky at the same time.

That…….

The sky is so clear.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...