Chapter 126: 126
-Live, the present-day Hwasan lost its former light, but the former was a brighter literary group than any other. Your father has always been proud of Hawasan's inner sanctum.
I'm so good.
Chung-Myung, who is wearing Hawasan's uniform, is blowing a bottle of butterflies.
"Wow, that's a nice drink!"
– Hawasan is prestigious. The name of a prestigious name is not given without center and history. It took the blood and sweat of the good men who could not get the name of the prestigious Hwasan.
"Give me some meat, please! Death penalty!"
"There's nothing for me to eat and die for! How dare you eat all of mine and covet others'! If you don't want your hands cut off, get your hands off!"
"That's cruel!"
– Although Hawasan is suffering now, one day he will resurrect and rise again to the world again. So you shouldn't make the mistake of looking only at the present-day Hawasan and keeping them away. Protect wasan. Then one day, our Hwajeongmun will fly with Hwasan.
"Oh, I feel like I'm going to live after coming down from Hawaii."
"Still, I have a private residence. Watch your language, man!"
"It's all right, it's all right. I'm sure you're thinking the same thing as me in private."
"……no. I'm dying with you."
"Hahahaha! What a joke!"
"……I wish I was joking."
Wirip San smiled pleased to see Hwasan's disciples, who coveted alcohol and meat and cursed at each other.
I want to show my father this.'
And we have to argue.
What, prestigious? Resurrection?
Come on!
'Hwasan is doomed. Father.'
That's tight, too.
What? Jump!
Wirip San pressed his solar plexus with one hand. I've been having a sharp pain in my stomach since a while ago. Watching them do it, it hurts more and more.
"Hmm!"
Hwasan's disciples look at Wirip San in unison as Wirip San coughs up a rough at Wirip San in unison.
"Oh."
Chung-Myung gives a bottle of alcohol while looking at Wirip San.
"Would you like a drink?"
"You're a patient!"
"You said you had internal injuries!"
"Think a little, think about it!"
"No, you bastards!"
The atmosphere is buzzing again. At the same time, Wirip San's stomach began to ache again.
'The gates are frozen to death.'
Still, a decade ago, when I visited Hawasan holding the young Wiso Haeng's hand, I could feel the taste of the great literary world even though it might have fallen.
But what the hell happened in ten years, far from the scent of good taste in Hawasan's disciples, now in his sight, meets a rotten smell.
Yeom Pyung-pyeong, who was watching the situation instead of frustrated Wirip San, opened his mouth.
"Hey."
"Yes."
"……Do you know what's going on here?"
Baek Cheon rose from his seat.
And he lowered his head slightly.
"I'm sorry, they're so free-spirited."
Wirip San sighed.
"I don't want to blame you. Anyway, it's true that I earned a day thanks to you. But Baek Cheon stamp. Now we have to make a decision."
"What if it's a decision?"
"It's not easy to put everything down and leave your home, but now that things have gone like this, there seems to be no other way. Hwayeongmun will give up on Namyeong and step down, so please stop going back to Hwasan."
"…Moonjoo."
Baek Cheon had a subtle look on his face.
"I know we're not reliable……."
"That's not it. If my opponent wasn't a shaman, I would have endured it to the end. But I don't know what it means to stand up against that shaman. If they sent an autopsy, doesn't that mean they'll somehow take over this South?""Well."
"No matter how you stop it this time, the same thing will continue."
Chung-Myung poured alcohol into the glass and drank it in one gulp.
"Growl."
And said to Wirip San.
"I was going to ask you that anyway."
"Yes?"
"Is there anything great here? They're way too aggressive."
The shaman Chung-Myung remembers is not the place to work this way.
One of the most dignified civilizations in the world is the shaman.
They used to memorize Doho even when they were killed.'
Of course, time has passed more than when Chung-Myung was active in Gangho, but the basic characteristics of Munpa do not change easily.
Such a shaman tries to put Nam Young in their power even with such drastic measures?
There's something there.'
Wirip San tilted his head at Chung-Myung's words.
"Did you say it was great?"
"Yes."
"There is no such thing as that. If there was anything great, would people have left Namyoung alone?"
"Well, so does he."
I didn't hear the answer I wanted, but Chung-Myung wasn't disappointed. If Wirip San had any information, most people would already know.
It's meaningful that Wirip San doesn't know.
If it doesn't work, we can make the shamans cry.'
"Moreover, go back to Hawaii as soon as it dawns tomorrow. I'll take care of the rest."
"What? That's not possible."
"……no?"
"Yes, the writer told me to solve the problem in Hwajeongmun. If I let Hwa Yeongmun get kicked out of Namyeong, the long writer will sigh at the moon for about three months."
"Wow, that's kind of awful."
"I agree, death penalty."
Yoon-jong and Jo-Gol trembled as if they didn't want to imagine.
"Hey guys, this is no joke."
"We're crazy, too."
As Wirip San was about to lose his temper, Chung-Myung covered his mouth with a slightly different voice than before.
"Hwasan did not forget what Hwa Yeongmun did."
Wirip San's eyes shook once.
Unlike so far, serious energy flows from Chung-Myung, who looks serious. Wirip San was instantly overwhelmed by Chung-Myung's momentum.
"Now it's time for Hwasan to repay Hwa Yeong-moon. Hwasan is by no means a pariah. People in the world will know that clearly."
Wirip San nodded in spite of himself.
'Chung-Myung.'
A tooth called the Hawaiian dinosaur.
Wirip San thought he might have judged this Chung-Myung too easily.
"One before that."
"Yes?"
"I have a favor to ask of you, Moon-ju."
Wirip San nodded.
"Say it. I'll listen to anything I can."
"Sure."
Chung-Myung shakes the bottle he was holding in his hand.
"If you have any alcohol left in Hwajeongmun, please give me a bottle.
"……."
"No, maybe three bottles."
"……."
"Nothing?"
"……."
No, I think I saw it right, too.
* * *
"We're all set. Jin Hyun stamp."
Jin Hyun nods his head still.
"Well done."
"One more day and I'm done with this shit. I've had a hard time playing the role of an official who doesn't fit my temper."
Jin Hyun grinned.
"We are fully aware of your hard work. When this is over, I will definitely show my sincerity in the main mountain."
"Oh, don't say that. Where would I want such a thing? That's enough if it's going to be good for the home country."Jin Hyun nodded with a smile.
It doesn't matter if that word is sincere or not. After all, Jongdo Gwanju is not a very important. Even if he refuses, the shaman will reward him, and that ends the role of bellist.
"Maybe they're shaking right now."
"Well, the liver's out of the boat."
"You're bluffing, aren't you? How dare you confront a shaman like Hwasan? I guarantee there will be no ant cubs left in Hwajeongmun tomorrow. Didn't Jin Hyun know that and gave it to you at the end of the day?"
Jin Hyun just grinned without saying Katabuta.
After sneaking up on him, Jong Do Gwan-ju gets up from his seat.
"You must have had a long way to go, but I shouldn't have taken your time."
"No."
"Take it easy today. I'll see you again tomorrow morning."
"Have a good night."
Jin Hyun sighed as the bell owner went outside.
"Death penalty."
His priest Jinmu alludes.
"Did you expect the death penalty to be Hwasan?"
"I didn't think so. However, it seems that the long writer was looking at the possibility. It's hard to dare follow a long writer's insight."
"He's a man who sits down and sees the world."
"Right."
Jin Hyun nodded still.
"What do you think of the death penalty? As the Lord Jongdo said, Hwajeongmun could run away tonight, right?"
"Hwa Young-mun-ju could do that."
Jin Hyun continued calmly.
"But the disciples of Hawasan won't be able to."
"Why are you here?"
"I've earned my reputation."
"Oh…."
Jin Hyun smiles low.
"Naturally, people aren't so hung up on the reputation they deserve. But if you get more fame than you have to get, you become obsessed with it. Maybe he can't give up the name of the Hwasan dinosaur. If you provoke him first and run away, he'll be the butt of the whole world."
"But isn't it the same thing to lose your reputation if you wait and lose?"
Jin Hyun's eyebrows slightly wiggled.
"Did you say losing to me would be a shame to him?"
"Well, that's not what I'm saying. Death penalty."
Jin Hyun smiles and pats Jinmu on the back.
"Just kidding, won't there be any left? Because losing is less shameful than running away."
"I hope they know the shame. Apparently they don't know what the figures are."
"Hahaha. So does he."
Jin Hyun smiled and reminded Chung-Myung of his face.
You're being cheeky.
I understand.
At such a young age, you will have nothing to see. There was a time when Jin Hyun was proud of Kang Ho's reputation.
Isn't it the role of a true adult to relax his shoulders?
"If you don't know the numbers, let them know."
"Of course."
"However."
Jin Hyun talks with a firm look on his face.
"It's not right to care too much about that. You haven't forgotten our true purpose here, have you?"
"Of course, death penalty. I haven't forgotten a moment."
Something that even other priests don't know.
Jin Hyun and Jinmu are the only ones who know about this. The reason why the two people know is just to prepare for the situation, and if it's the way it is, they shouldn't have even known the truth.
"Hwasan and other words are fine. The important thing is to draw attention from the south. If this works out, we will be able to rise beyond Sorim to the top of the world.""I'll keep that in mind."
Jin Hyun turned his head and looked out of the window. The moon that floats high in the sky catches his eyes.
It's a sword gun.'
The tomb of a sword.
That's why I came here by making a fake literary group called Jongdogwan.
"First of all, drive those Hawasan guys out of the South. After that, I will proceed with the plan slowly."
"Yes, death penalty!"
A low smile formed around Jin Hyun's mouth.
Soon the world will be at the feet of our shaman.'
It was a night of deep conspiracy.
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