Chapter 300: 300
Jongnam's disciples look at the stage with trembling eyes.
"Was he that strong?'
I thought I already knew the power of Chung-Myung. Even that Jin Geum Ryong was helpless without seeing him properly.
However, Chung-Myung's appearance on the stage was different from what they knew.
A shaven cliff that I can't even dare climb. A cliff too high to see where the summit is, hidden by clouds.
That was Chung-Myung from the perspective of Jongnam's disciples.
It's just…
"The priest……."
"Death, death penalty."
It's over there.
The man who tried to climb the cliff again and again.
Jong Nam's disciples couldn't take their eyes off such Isong Baek.
I've been ignoring you so much.'
Jong Seo-han bit his lips.
He laughed at me for not accepting new things and being obsessed with old ones.
At one time, a person who was recognized as Jongnam's entry only looked for comfortable things and fell to the floor.
But it wasn't.
Isong Baek was just walking on his own path in contempt.
"The winner is Hwasan's Chung-Myung!"
The declaration finally broke out. But the voice, a little embarrassed, didn't change anything.
Jongnam, Hwasan, and even the crowd just kept their mouths shut and looked at the two non-stage people.
"Eutcha."
Chung-Myung walked toward Jongnam's camp with his unconscious Isong Baek on his shoulder.
Shake shake. Shake shake.
As he approached, the eyes of Jongnam disciples became complicated.
Chung-Myung, who finally stopped walking, opened his mouth.
"What are you doing?"
"……."
"You're not picking up?"
Only then did Jong Nam's disciples rush forward and receive Isong Baek.
They distorted their faces in unison after seeing more serious wounds than they thought.
'The priest…'
Jong Seo-han grabbed his sleeve tightly.
If it were normal, I would have burst into anger at Chung-Myung. I would have criticized him for being so cruel.
However, Jong Seo-han couldn't do that now.
That's because it's an insult to Isong Baek.
"Inside the priest! Hurry!"
"Yes, death penalty!"
The death penalty carefully hugged Isong Baek and headed backward. Jong Seo-han quietly looked up at Chung-Myung.
Jin Geum Ryong is unconscious. However, it is not a situation for other elders to step up. Then only Jong Seo-han will welcome Chung-Myung here.
But what the hell am I supposed to say?
Jong Seo-han hesitated because he couldn't finish his complicated inner thoughts, but Chung-Myung opened his mouth first.
"Raise it well."
"……."
"Sure."
That was the end of the sentence. Chung-Myung turned around as if he had nothing more to say.
Jong Seo-han bit his lips and shouted at his back.
"Why?"
"Huh?"
Chung-Myung didn't turn around and just turned his head back to look at Jong Seo-han.
"…I know that no matter how low my eyes are, you have taught the priest. Why?"
Chung-Myung shrugged at his question.
"Well."
He was silent for a moment and said with a slight sigh.
"Let's call it simple fickle."
Then he walked towards the swirling Hwasan.
The eyes of Jongnam disciples with countless emotions were stuck in his back.Hate, anger, hostility, and to Tokyo.
Furthermore…
'Fear?
Jong Seo-han, who found out that the eyes of the death penalty were a mixture of awe and fear of Chung-Myung, closed his eyes tightly.
Perhaps as long as he lives, Jong-nam will never cross Hwasan again.
The long, long winter that Hwasan endured will now come to Jongnam.
Jong Seo-han looked back in silence.
The death penalty and elders were rushing to Isong Baek and stopping him.
However, what caught Jong Seo-han's eye was not Isong Baek, but Jin Geum Ryong lying next to him.
Jin Geum Ryong lying down without a movement.
But Jong Seo-han did not miss Jin Geum Ryong's fist shaking slightly.
'The death penalty…'
Jong Seo-han also clenched his fist.
"Amitabha, that's great."
Bop Jeong joined in still.
"It's so impressive to see Jongnam's Isong Baek."
"I hope the children of Munpa remember that clearly. It's been a while since I saw a true warrior."
Heo Do-jin smiled as he looked at Jong Nigok.
"With such great talent in Jongnam, I can't help but say that the future is bright."
It was a heartwarming atmosphere so far.
"Future?"
One, the atmosphere around Jong Nigok cooled down the moment he opened his mouth.
A cold voice.
Just by hearing it, a creepy voice came out of his mouth.
"What's the future for the loser?"
"…long story?"
Jong Nigok looked back at everyone with an icy face.
"The reason many writers can say such good things is because he is weak. If that child were strong, not half of these words of blessing would have come out."
Bop Jeong joined in.
"Amitabul, calm down your excitement. I understand how you feel, but……."
"Did you say you understand?"
But after cutting off his tongue, Jong Nigok smirked.
"Well, I don't know if Shaolin's head can understand how I feel. In other words, you're all measuring how good Hwasan Chung-Myung is."
"Long storyteller, how can this be a place for competition? The spirit is simply……."
"Will you?"
There was a clear sneer around Jong Nigok's mouth.
"It's been a hundred years since I lost my will to be strong. Is there anyone here who doesn't hesitate to throw themselves away, believing in their will and practicing consultations?"
"……."
The long writers all shut up. A heavy silence fell.
The story they were most reluctant about came out of the mouth of a long-time writer.
"The important thing is skill. It's not about spirit. It's polite for a defeated dog to keep his mouth shut and curl his tail."
Speaking coldly, Jong Nigok turned his head and looked at Hyun Jong.
His eyes went beyond hostility to live.
"Congratulations, Hwasan. Hawsan will soon regain his past glory. As a neighbor and a friend who has shared a lot of history, I sincerely congratulate you on your advancement."
"Long story……."
Jong Nigok glanced at everyone and captured deeply.
"I apologize for disturbing many long writers because of my shallow discipline. However, as the head of the Munpa, who has no student left in the arena, it would be difficult to sit here shamelessly. I sincerely wish this non-stage event to be successful."
Then he began to turn around without hesitation."Come on, Jang Moon-in!"
"Well… oh, my God!"
Long-running writers of other literary circles looked at him in embarrassment.
Jong Nigok left a cold voice as he walked down the platform past Hyun Jong.
"Don't think it's over like this."
"Of course I do."
"……."
Staring at Hyun Jong with frightening eyes, he went down the podium with an emotionless face.
"Shouldn't you stop him?"
"Let it go. Is there someone here who doesn't understand how I feel?"
Heo Do-jin's words were silenced by lengthy writers.
Even if they were in that position, they wouldn't have been able to hold on.
With all the students eliminated, I applaud the performance of the Hwasan disciples.
It would be torture for a long-time writer in Jongnam.
Soon, the eyes of the long writers turned to Hyun Jong.
Hyun Jong gave an awkward smile.
'Oh, you're leaving things like this till the end.'
These are the people who were already watching Hwasan. But now that Jong Nigok has gone away, his eyes are bound to change more explicitly.
"Hmm."
"Well."
There was a subtle discomfort in everyone's eyes.
But Hyun Jong just took it with a calm look.
It means you're on the border.'
This means that even the world's most prestigious people cannot help but be wary of Hwasan. It's because of what Chung-Myung showed us.
The back of Chung-Myung returning to his seat came into Hyun Jong's sight.
"Anyway, he's a mysterious man.
Usually, just looking at it leaves the stomach, and it beats fast to the heart so that the rest of its life is reduced quickly. He's such a troublemaker.
But that kind of guy…한 He always shows himself like that once in a while.
Hyun Jong closed his eyes slightly, thinking about the road shown by Chung-Myung.
'Do what you want.'
It will be Hyun Jong's job to assist the way. Not only Chung-Myung but also all of Hwasan's disciples over there should be cleaned by Hyun Jong and pushed from behind.
"Luxury payment."
Hyun Jong, who left Do-ho briefly, looked at Chung-Myung with his warm eyes.
Baek Cheon looked at Chung-Myung, who flopped in his seat, with strange eyes.
Chung-Myung asked curtly.
"Why?"
"No, well…."
Baek Cheon stared at Chung-Myung and opened his mouth for a moment, blurring the end of his speech.
"I don't know if I know you at all I know is you."
"What?"
When Baek Cheon seemed hesitant, Jo-Gol took the word instead.
"I thought you didn't like Jongnam."
"Oh, no. If I could, I'd run to Jongnam right now, pour oil and set fire to the foreground. While I'm at it, I want to visit all the historical officers who record the history of the herd and at least stab them to erase all the names of Jongnam from the history books."
"…Are you a real person?"
"What? Why?"
"……No, nothing."
Jo-Gol, speaking out, flinched in embarrassment.
"Then why are you doing that to that Isong Baek?"
"Whoa?"
Chung-Myung grinned and looked around. Perhaps because of the tunes he had done with Chung-Myung, he seemed to understand that he had given Isong Baek his own teachings.
Do it.
Come to think of it, you've been beaten similarly all the way to Unnam, so it's hard not to know.
"If we want to ruin Jongnam, we shouldn't teach him Isong Baek."
"Well…… so is it."Baek Cheon said with a slightly serious look.
"If you had taught my brother, I wouldn't have said this. But that Isong Baek……."
Then he shut up again.
It is too feeble to be a possibility.
But it keeps getting on my nerves. I think Jong-nam, who had collapsed one day, could be rebuilt again because of that Isong Baek.
Of course, it's funny that Jongnam collapsed at this point.
"Well."
Chung-Myung, who was still listening, scratched his cheek slightly.
"It wasn't like me."
"Yeah, it's not like you."
"I thought you'd cripple all the limbs of your son's children."
"I thought he killed me when I first broke my head."
"……."
Chung-Myung's eyes dropped. But what's the reaction around me?…sincerely.
"I'm not gonna go that far?"
"That's a lot of good stuff."
"I expected that much because I have eyes for others. What would have happened without others' eyes……. Phew, that's terrible."
"……."
Chung-Myung looked up at the sky with slightly sad eyes.
"It's no use raising a son of a b*tc*.Derney.'
They're like this, long sentence!
You're well aware of that.
"Eh! d*mn it!"
Chung-Myung jumped up from his seat and screamed. And he sat down again with a look of disapproval.
But regardless of the response, Jo-Gol asked again.
"So why did you do that?"
"Death penalty, break the heads of the housemates."
"Don't joke around."
"It's real."
"……Huh?"
Baek Cheon glanced at Chung-Myung's face.
"Huh?"
This is the face of a man pretending to be a joke.
"…What do you mean?"
"Jong-nam will be ruined."
Chung-Myung said in a nonchalant way.
"The sense of defeat doesn't disappear so easily, and the perception of the world is very cold. There's nothing scary in the world when you climb, but there's no bottom when you fall. Jong-nam will die desperately."
"Well."
Baek Cheon nods slightly.
It's hard to imagine that strong Jong-nam is going to fail, but so far, it's been as Chung-Myung said.
First of all, they were not former Jongnam disciples.'
Those confident and relaxed were being impatient like those who were chased by something. It will never be easy to regain lost confidence.
"And Hwasan will be as strong as ever. It'll be as strong as it rolls. Wouldn't it be much stronger in the future?"
"…I think I just heard something strange."
"Is that hell here and hell here?"
That's how you say you're going to roll like crazy……?
These were the Hwasan disciples who realized that there was no happiness anywhere else as long as Chung-Myung was involved.
Chung-Myung, who smiled briefly, soon regained his face.
"But how long will it last?"
"……Huh?"
"I told you, if you're strong, you're weak, and if you're weak, you're strong again one day. The strength of Hwasan is not eternal either."
"Can't we just try?"
"What if we all die? Who's leading Hwasan back then?"
"……."
Chung-Myung shakes his head.
"I have no choice but to try when the sword is pointed behind my back. However, those who have been abundant all along without anyone aiming for themselves are bound to become lazy. The reason why the current Shaolin was created is because of the shaman."
"Well."
Baek Cheon understood Chung-Myung's words.
"Is Jong-nam supposed to be the knife behind Hwasan's back?""You should."
"…What if Hwasan is ruined by Jongnam?"
"There's nothing we can do about it."
Baek Cheon's eyes trembled.
You can't help it?
Then Chung-Myung said with an uncharacteristically cold face.
"Hwasan, who stayed and became lazy, would rather be burned to the ground. A warrior who has no one to be conscious of ends up in his own world. It means that it's not necessarily good for Hwasan that Jong-nam is completely destroyed."
"Well."
"And…."
"Huh?"
Chung-Myung grinned.
"It's a hundred times harder to hold onto the right hope and slowly collapse than to go down like a hot potato."
"……."
"They're gonna have to experience the same thing that happened to them! How dare you pretend like you're having a hard time! I'm going to roll on the floor for another hundred years! We'll never fail until then! I won't do that!"
Baek Cheon smiled as he saw Chung-Myung smiling with his eyes wide open.
'That's right.'
It was Baek Cheon who was finally relieved because he felt like Chung-Myung he knew.
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