Chapter - 652 Episode 652. If you die, you can rest as long as you want! (1)

Whoosh!

Rumbling!

"Hey, what the hell is this?”

"Is there a landslide somewhere?"

Those who had been bending their backs all along raised their heads in surprise. The sound of a rock rolling over a high mountain rang loudly.

"Well, I think it's that way."

"Huh?"

When I turned to the direction that someone pointed at, a huge cloud of dust was rising from the end of the street.

"Well, what's that?!”

"Is there a foreign invasion?”

"No, man! Where is this place coming from? Why can't you come in here?”

"Well, that's why I'm saying it! That's... What the hell...…?”

All the people who were hanging the fields at the absurd sight of the first time in their lives caught the farm equipment and watched the sheep blankly.

"…I think it's getting closer."

"Huh? Uh……….”

The dust clouds were coming this way. When I realized that, the speed of the rush was truly amazing.

"Do, shouldn't you run away?"

"What do you think you're running away from?"

While they were at a loss what to do, the dust clouds rushed to where they were.

After a while, the farmers who identified the cause of the incident opened their mouths unknowingly.

"People?"

"Cart, it looks like a cart."

A group of black-clad people were running at a tremendous speed, pulling several carts.

And on top of the cart that was about to break, a man standing bravely pointed his finger.

"Oh, it's slowing down, right? You've got a shaman now, don't you think? Come on! Let's run until the sky turns yellow today!"

"Argh! You son of a b*tc*!"

"Kill me! Kill me, you son of a b*tc*!"

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! There's nothing more comfortable in the world than dying. Stop talking nonsense and run! I'll hang you upside down from the tree all night long, so try to fall behind!"

"Ahhhhhhhh!

Everyone frothed at the mouth like a mad cow and ran out with blood in their eyes.

Whoosh!

The thunderous sound of a wheel passed by. A large cloud of dust that followed covered the farmers watching the sheep in a daze.

“…….”

“…….”

Someone stared at the back of the cart, which had disappeared in the distance, and opened his mouth.

"What's the harm in this...….”

"It's not external…….”

Then one person tilted his head.

"But didn't they just have flower embroidery on their breasts?"

"I think you did.”

"What kind of flower embroidery are you, boys?"

"Oh, no, it's not a disgrace.If it's a dress with flower embroidery on its chest, isn't it the place where Hwasan or something is these days? The cleric who won the shaman and the shaman in infinity and against the shaman elder."

"Huh?"

Everyone looked in the direction in which they had disappeared. Now the dust clouds were slowly sinking.

One…….

"I don't think so."

"Come on, man. Don't make sense. Are you saying that the noble masters are dragging carts like cow cubs?"

"The sound of punishment from heaven!"

"Is that so?"

Everyone frowned.

"If we beat the shaman, it would not be enough to return home with gold. It wouldn't be enough to drive a cart instead of a horse horse!""Ah! Wasan wouldn't be a moneyless doorman!"

"…That sounds like it. So……what the hell are they?"

"It's something, you know, the gobs who sin and run away."

"I thought you looked like a bandit! It could have been a disaster."

Everyone clenched their heads in agreement.

"The officials don't know what's going on. I'm not taking those guys."

"Oh, my God! What kind of official is that? Whasan is the best bandit! If they get caught in the Wasans, they'll all be smashed.”

"Not a shaman?"

"Hwasan is the bandit! Hwasan!"

The first person who said it wasn't Hwasan grabbed the basketball properly again with a slightly awkward face.

But I think they're the Wasans.’

But I couldn't bring myself to say that.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

As soon as the cart stopped, Hwasan's disciples couldn't groan and collapsed. Half of them were foaming at the mouth, and the other half didn't even have the strength to do it.

"Into you!"

Chung-Myung, who came here comfortably and comfortably without a single inconvenience while riding on a cart pulled by another person, looked with both eyes.

"What do you mean, how long have you been here? When I was you, huh? I had a light root on my back and crossed the Middle East in three days!"

Normally, I would have responded to that nonsense with a lively swear word, but now I couldn't even speak.

How could it be so hard?’

I feel like I'm going to die. I feel like I'm going to die.’

My Lord the Great. It's not time for me to go yet!'

Chung-Myung kicked his tongue at the sprawled disciples of Hwasan.

"Do you feel like you've become something after a little bit of fighting with the shamans?”

“…….”

"Yeah, confidence is good. But when confidence becomes conceited, you can't do things without it.”

Chung-Myung, who was talking, looked back slightly. As if to look back at the past.

"The executioners will be happy to win, but the shamans will reach this defeat properly. From today... No, I'm sure he's already grinding his teeth and practicing. The death penalty, on the other hand, was loose because they were intoxicated by that little victory. So who's going to win next?"

Then Jo-Gol, who was panting on the floor, raised his hand as he stood up.

"What? Tell me."

"I've never been intoxicated."

"Get down."

"…darn it."

Jo-Gol was knocked over again.

"You have to clench your teeth more when you clap for someone who's good! It's been a while, so relax and start playing. Throwing away everything you've piled up so far? You're happy to beat the guys you couldn't beat you? I want to jump off a cliff if I lose to the guys I won!"

"You're already jumping! You son of a b*tc*!"

"It's not like you ran once or twice, you son of a b*tc*!"

"What? Are you rebelling?"

His disciples looked up at the sky with tears in their eyes.

'He's just saying dirty things.’

This is why people who used to speak properly died early.

They were Hwasan's disciples who realized the truth of history.

In fact, he did well against the shaman's great disciples, so he deserves to protest, but that devil-like fellow just happened to beat the shaman's elder. Seeing it right in front of my eyes, I couldn't resist at all.

Everyone had to realize that the scariest thing in the world was not personality, position, but performance.

Besides..."Oh, my god, you son of a b*tc*."

"Just fall back and break your nose!"

"Then I'll go and put a bowl in the back!"

Baek Cheon, Ogum, Dang-Soso, and even Hye Yeon were staring at Chung-Myung with eyes full of original poison. Those who were in charge of each cart had to overcome it with their full body weight just by running.

“…….”

As such people were running next to them, the rest of the disciples could not dare to exaggerate.

Chung-Myung laughed all over the resentment.

"I mean, people. It doesn't matter if it looks great. If you run with all your might, you won't be able to survive a single moment. Is it easier to train with higher ground? That's because you're doing the same training!"

His eyes began to twinkle.

"Training is hard, training is hard! If it's not hard, that's what you's all about? The break is over! Everybody get up and run!"

"Oh, my God, you son of a b*tc*!"

"Someday, I'll kill you!"

Ungum, who was watching the sheep from behind, nodded in admiration.

'They all swear to death with their mouths, but their bodies are well prepared.’

Actually, aren't all these guys enjoying training?

"Chung-Myung아."

"Yes!"

At the call of Ungum, Chung-Myung quickly turned around.

"I don't want to risk your training, but isn't it a little too much? Everyone must be tired of the long journey and the battle that followed."

Chung-Myung looks back slightly.

After confirming that everyone was not interested in this area because they were getting ready to run again, he replied in a small voice so that no one else could hear him.

"So you have to train at times like this."

"Huh?"

Chung-Myung shrugged as Ungum expressed doubt.

"I can train in many ways, but I can't create a situation. There may be a time when you'll have to fight with your body so heavy that you can't recover from your fatigue."

"Well, that's right."

"It's an experience that makes you hold out at times like that. People remember it with their bodies once.”

Ungum looked at Chung-Myung with renewed admiration.

It's not just physical training.

Ungum is also a position to teach students. Therefore, sometimes I was surprised at the way Chung-Myung taught his disciples.

On the surface, it seems to be just a ruthless harassment, but there were many times when there was a deep intention hidden in the training that could not even be guessed.

'How many of these have been trained so far?’

Hawsan's disciples are not simply strong.

In the past, those who used to cringe as if they had seen a ghost when they heard Jongnam's seed, and now they are not discouraged even when they are facing the shaman's great disciples.

This is not just about performance.

Chung-Myung's words, which sounded like bullying, have steadily changed the consciousness of his disciples.

'This is almost brainwashing.’

I don't know if this is really what Chung-Myung intended.

"Even so, wouldn't you need a break?"

"You'll do it soon.”

Chung-Myung looked far away. Now I'm starting to see the ridge of Hwasan vaguely in the distance.

"When I get back to Wasan, I'll be busy. I'm not going to be able to take care of my training properly for a while from now on because I care about everything."There was a slight concern in his voice. Soon after he looked at me, Ungum smirked at Chung-Myung's subtle gaze.

"Don't worry. There will be no reason why I can't let my children go because I'm so committed to my training."

"Hehe. I didn't mean it.….”

Chung-Myung scratches the back of his head with an awkward face.

With him.’

The preparation for the launch of the "Cheonwomang" is now complete. But that doesn't mean you're done with what you're supposed to be.

No matter what anyone says, Cheon U-meneng is an organization formed around Chung-Myung. Of course there will be a lot of work for him to do himself.

It is Chung-Myung who cares about the training of his disciples even before the important work. I don't know what I'm gonna do with that pride, but...….

'Hmm.'

Still, Chung-Myung's words are logical and not much different from what they have been.

It's just...

Ungum, who was still looking at Chung-Myung, opened his mouth.

"Chung-Myung아. Not all of me know what you think."

"…Yes?"

When Chung-Myung asked back, Ungum smiled.

"But don't go too quickly because everyone is trying."

“…….”

Chung-Myung scratched the back of his head with a slightly awkward face.

"I didn't mean it wasn't enough.”

"Yes, I see."

Woon-gum just smiled. Chung-Myung once again glanced away, scratching his backside.

Then Hwasan's disciples, who were ready, screamed.

"Let's go!"

"Hwasan! This d*mn thing is over when you get to Hwasan!"

"Let's hurry up and go!"

Chung-Myung looked at the ungum with a slightly subtle face as he looked at Hwasan's disciples, who were running like crazy cows.

"I think they're in a hurry than I am."

“…….”

Well, there's nothing we can do now.

Haha…….

The towering Hwasan of the Hwasan party, which is running again, began to emerge gradually.