Chapter 270: 270
a great war
Countless people gathered around the person sitting at the top of the table. Their seriousness was quietly tarnishing the war.
Boss's boss Bop Jeong looked at everyone once and slowly opened his mouth.
"Thank you all for accepting our invitation. Thank you for coming all the way here."
Bop Jeong joined forces and bowed his head.
Long writers from each faction, greeted by Shaolin Bangjang, smile and exchange words of blessing.
"How can you not come when Shaolin is calling? Shouldn't we thank you for the invitation?"
Bop Jeong memorized the dislike briefly and spoke with a solemn face.
"The reason why the headquarters held the World Cup is because the meetings between the factions have been too high for the past 100 years. The wound that Mahyo left on the river was too big, and it took too long for the wound to heal."
Everyone became solemn when the name "Magyo" came out.
Who among the gatekeepers gathered here did not groan at the hands of Mahyo?
"One, it's been a hundred years now, and Kang Ho has fully recovered his past strength. Unfortunately, it's true that there are many problems."
At the words, some long-winded people coughed low in vainly.
When the water is full, it will overflow.
It has become more frequent in recent years that the powerful clashed with the surrounding clique, which restored the power of the past. Now that they have built up enough strength, they are starting to pursue the realm of other literary factions.
There was no behind-the-scenes story of a serious situation because we are still saving face, but if this continues, there will be a big accident one day.
"That's why I hope that this world-wide competition will allow the Moon faction to have a good relationship with each other. The responsibility of those who gathered here is enormous."
It was a gentle way of speaking without authority.
"Of course, sir."
That is why authority is more revived. A warm and soft atmosphere ensued.
At that time, one person quietly opened his mouth.
"I dare to ask the head of the room."
Everyone's eyes are focused on one place.
Red face and long black beard.
The phrase "the wise man of Guanunjang" suits him. It was Heo Do-jin, a shaman's long storyteller.
"If the shaman has anything to say about leaving school, so be it."
"I can't believe you're leaving school."
Heo Do-jin looks at Bop Jeong quietly.
As the two giants leading Kang-ho faced each other, the air in the hall became heavy in an instant.
"It's really nice to have the gatekeepers for the meeting. First of all, thank you for doing something that I didn't dare to think of because I didn't have enough bowls."
"How come the shaman craftsman discusses the bowl. So-seung is embarrassed."
"I can't thank you enough for saying that. Just……."
His eyes, full of passion, stare exactly at Bop Jeong.
"I don't think the director held this kind of contest just to have a meeting. Maybe there was a reason to bring all the world's most prestigious people together.…."
Bop Jeong smiled small as he looked at Heo Do-jin, who slightly blurred the end of his words.
"Long-literate people have a deep heart. I don't dare to follow it. Amitabha Buddha."
"If I do…?"
Bop Jeong nodded heavily.
"I was going to tell you after the competition. But now that I've come to this, I'll tell you here."
Bop Jeong memorized a few small dislikes. The bodies of those who saw the gloomy faces were naturally energized."I heard that Mane's movement was found in Daesan."
"Mine!"
"Daesan!"
a great mountain
100,000 mountains.
Heo Do-jin asked Bop Jeong, a face full of complexion.
"Is that true?"
"They found a trace of Mane in the opening."
"Well, it means that the crippled demon has begun to move again."
"Amitabha Buddha."
Bop Jeong once again chanted his disapproval.
"As everyone here knows, Kang Ho has not completely defeated Mahkyo. They just cut off their throats and pulled them back."
Hyun Jong, who was quietly listening to their conversation in the corner, closed his eyes quietly.
Did they step down?'
No, that's not true.
Markyo, who lost Heavenly Demon, stormed into Hawasan for revenge.
Their war may have ended in 100,000 mountains, but the war at Hwasan is not over.
But the desperate fight in Hawsan is not even mentioned in the bull's-eye.
Even those who know the past are closing their eyes as if the horrible blood vessel does not exist.
Hyun Jong in the past wouldn't have been able to survive this conversation.
But now he is not.
Just as lost power can be recovered, lost past can be recovered.'
Hyun Jong, clenched his fist, listened quietly to their conversation.
"In other words, Mahkyo did not lose all their strength and retreat. I was just looking forward to the future. I'm sure everyone here knows."
"Well, that's right. Head of the room."
"It's a fact that we can't ignore."
Bop Jeong looked at everyone with serious eyes and said.
"We haven't found any signs of their development yet. I've just witnessed some manes. However, it is significant that Manes have returned to the 100,000-daesan Mountain that they left behind. Maybe they're preparing for another war."
The atmosphere subsided heavily.
a horse's bow
If you don't feel the weight of the name, you don't dare to sit here.
"You need to be prepared."
Bop Jeong nodded at Heo Do-jin's words.
"One, it's still just a guess."
"When it comes to masochism, it's not something to take lightly to guess, is it said."
"That's why we have you here."
Bop Jeong memorizes dislikes and speaks with serious eyes.
"Maybe it's time for Kang Ho to join forces again. So, please put aside your personal grudges and strengthen your friendship through this competition. Don't forget that everyone is a member of the strong even though they live under different names. Amitabha Buddha."
Everyone nodded still at Bop Jeong's words.
But it was hard to tell what they were thinking inside.
Heo Do-jin also squints and looks at Bop Jeong.
The foot of the horse.'
If it's true, it's really dangerous.
But no one here would be naive to think that the whole event began simply out of concern for Mahkyo.
'You mean you'll take the initiative again.'
Through the justification of the birth of Mahyo and his ability to show off at the Cheonjabi Stadium, he must want to once again solidify the position of the northern head of the group.
'It's not gonna work out the way the ambassador wants it.'
Heo Do-jin's eyes sank low and low.
"From tomorrow, we will hold a stage show for the Heavenly Habitat. I'm sure you all know that a non-musical contest has been a good place to check each other's achievements and build friendship."
"Yes, sir.""I hope this will also be a good place to build friendship with each other. Amitabha Buddha."
Long writers nodded with good faces.
But none of them considered tomorrow's arena a mere social gathering.
It's hard to tell the difference between the clans.
Unless a war between the two clans really breaks out and stab each other, one can only vaguely guess the opponent's skills.
Bimu, who even serves as a second-generation disciple to such civil servants, makes a great proxy war.
The teacher's skills can be determined through the student's skills.
Surely tomorrow's world-class arena will be an important place to reshape the ranks of the world's gatekeepers.
"The winning Munpa will grab all the glory of Kang Ho for a while.'
Everyone's eyes were filled with aspirations.
Except for one person.
* * *
The next morning.
After completing the preparation, Hwasan's disciples gathered in front of his office. Hyun Jong stood in front of him and looked down at his students.
"Do."
He coughed loudly in vain.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, a long writer."
Baek Cheon answered with foresight as a representative. Hyun Jong smiled proud when he saw the sweet image.
"Today's rain will be a good experience for you. That's why I'm going to say something to you."
Everyone listened carefully and waited for Jang's next words.
"Would it make any difference if you won?"
"……."
Everyone's eyes were shaken with suspicion.
Looking at the eyes, Hyun Jong said calmly.
"Also, would losing make any difference?"
Only then did Baek Cheon nod his head still.
I think I know what you mean now.
Hyun Jong shakes his head quietly.
"Winning or losing is not important. It is not important to produce results in this competition. Your efforts while preparing for this competition are several times more important than the results."
Hyun Jong continues his words with serious eyes.
"I'm not trying to say that the process is important and the outcome is not important. If you win this competition, you'll be honored. But previous efforts have given you skills. I hope you'll be the ones who pursue your skills, not your vain honor."
"I'll keep that in mind! Long story!"
"Yeah, yeah. That's good."
Hyun Jong nods his head.
"There's nothing good about the old man holding on to the battlefield for a long time. Let's go. No matter what the outcome is, you are my proud disciples and the proud disciples of Hwasan. Don't forget that."
"Yes!"
Hyun Jong turns his head slightly.
"A footless drink."
"Yes, a long writer."
"Say something. You and Ungum deserve to talk."
Hyun Sang hesitated with a slightly embarrassed face and looked at everyone.
"Focus on showing off all your skills. A defeat with all its might will bring you comfort. However, a defeat that failed to do its best will only leave regret."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Well, this is hard for me, Jang Moon-in. Ungum will finish up."
Upon hearing the words, Ungum stepped quietly.
His pupils' eyes change as he steps forward.
Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang are the adults of the Munpa for them, but the rhymes are different. It is Ungum who will be called their true teacher in Hwasan."What is a sword?"
"Black is Do!"
"What is the province?"
"Do is just do."
"Then what is a sword?"
"Black is just a sword!"
Ungum smiled.
"Yes, the sword is just a sword. The sword you've heard so far and the sword you've heard today are no different. Trust the sword and trust yourself. Then your training that you have done so far will answer you."
Everyone nods their heads.
Then Hyun Young suddenly came forward and said to the three.
"Then let's go."
"Huh?"
Then, he led Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang blindly and began to swirl toward the unarmed.
"Wunger, follow me."
"Yes, Elder."
Hyun Sang speaks as if he were dumbfounded.
"What about the kids? Aren't you taking the kids?"
"Well, just follow me. We can go first, why do we have to go together?"
"Huh? Huh?"
When Jang Moon-in and other adults were dragged away by Hyun Young's hand, a person trudged out of the back.
"……."
Everyone looked forward with uncomfortable eyes.
Of course it was Chung-Myung.
"What the writer said. Uh, I mean…What did he say?"
He tilted his head for a moment and shrugged.
"Well, that would be great."
And I glanced over everyone.
Except for a few, there was also an obvious sign of nervousness. The expression is stiff and the whole body looks stiff.
Chung-Myung grinned at the sight.
No wonder.'
Except for a few with Chung-Myung, I have little experience fighting in front of other clans.
I couldn't show my skills properly because I was frozen in Hwajong Branch, but my legs are shaking to fight in front of so many people.
"Who do you think you're going to win here?"
"……."
Hwasan's disciples looked back at each other.
"You don't have it, do you?"
"……."
What are we gonna do when you're gonna kill the winner?
Everyone's eyes were glum.
Chung-Myung continued nonchalantly.
"But I'm nervous. Those who can't even win."
"What, dude?"
"Don't worry. You can be nervous. You don't have to relax."
"……Huh?"
Chung-Myung smiles.
"I've made sure I can't lose even if I'm nervous. If you want to lose somewhere, lose. It's not easy to lose at this point."
Hawsan's disciples laughed despondently.
Everyone here knows that's not just saying it. They've been practicing bone-cutting training literally.
"Do you see the people there?"
When Chung-Myung pointed towards the unarmed side, Baek Cheon answered as a representative.
"Yeah."
"Let's go show them."
"……."
"What kind of clique were they forget?"
The words set fire to the hearts of Hwasan's disciples.
"Let's go! To regain the seat of the world's first inspection."
There was no answer.
Behind Chung-Myung, who is taking a swirling step, Hwasan's disciples follow determinedly.
Chung-Myung didn't look as simple as usual today.
Above his determined face, his long-cherished will crossed his mind.
You're forgetting, aren't you?'
You forgot about Hwasan?
'It's okay. I'll make sure you remember clearly now.'
I'll engrave the word Hwasan on your head so you won't forget it forever.
What kind of clique was Hassan…….
Chung-Myung turns around and looks at the white porcelain boat and the celadon boat. Then he lifted his head and glanced at the sky.
'Honestly, it's a little different than before, but…….'
I'm sure it's all right. This is…….It's so different, man!
Oh, shut up!
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