Chapter 452: 452
There was not a cloud in the sky.
A soft smile hung on Baek Cheon's face.
"That's great."
"It's really good."
Lying next to him, Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol also looked up at the sky with a full cat face.
Clear sky.
a cool breeze blowing in
And the scent of plum blossoms carried by the wind.
Everything was perfect.
"That's why they say it's hard to leave the house."
"Yeah, I see. I didn't even think about looking up at the sky until I got back to Hwasan."
Of course, Chung-Myung is largely because of him.
Anyway, I was so happy and happy to be back in Wasan after a long journey.
But in that good mood, Yoon-Jong set the candle.
"…It would have been perfect if only the writer hadn't been sick.”
“…….”
At the moment, a sigh broke out of the three mouths.
After hearing the detailed explanation of Chun Woo-meng, Hyun literally lay down on his bed.
Chung-Myung said, "I brought a good cover, but what's wrong with your reaction?" But I almost got a cane.….
"It would have been less miserable if the wall hadn't collapsed.”
"…I know. Why don't you change your room?”
When I saw the wall collapse and lying on the floor in the room where the wind came in, tears almost covered my face to face. Although Baek Cheon and Yoon-Jong somehow brought fabric and blocked the wall as a temporary measure.
"But is that something to be sick about?"
Baek Cheon sighed as Jo-Gol tilted his head as if he didn't understand.
"Hwasan alone is a pain in the neck, and he's got more work to do."
"It's because of Chung-Myung that I'm having trouble with just Hwasan.”
"There's Chung-Myung in the blind."
"…I didn't think of that."
Baek Cheon shook his head.
"And even if I had the intention of going all the way to the West Bank, walking on my feet and flying all the way to the West Bank would not be the same as being swept away by a typhoon."
"…I understood."
And the problem was that Hyun Jong didn't want to go to the West Bank in the first place.
"Anyway, he….”
It's rattle!
"Now that you're back in Hwasan, try to embody what you've seen and felt on this trip. I've never been able to concentrate on the other hand.….”
"Oops!"
Rattle! Rattle!
Baek Cheon narrowed his forehead and pulled himself up.
"It's slowing down and the cart's shaking! Can't you run properly?"
"Ooh…….sa, sa-suk. It's too heavy."
"What kind of cart is made of metal…….”
Where they lay was on the iron cart where Chung-Myung lay throughout his journey. Three people who raised their bodies looked at Hwasan's disciples pulling the cart.
"Can you see my feet? Feet? Feet?"
"I dragged this to Sacheon!"
At the pouring heartless words, the disciples of Wasan, who were sweating and pulling the cart, secretly gnashed their teeth.
Did we make you do it?
Why are you taking it out on us after being attacked by Chung-Myung?’
In the middle of the training, other disciples were lying with their tongues out. They had already pulled a cart once. They seemed to have fainted as if they were barely breathing together.
Then Jo-Gol's sweet voice rang.
"I've done it before, and this is a really good training method. I can't be the only one doing this good thing. Don't you think so?"
"A dog bird……."
"Huh?"
"Oh, no."
Those who swallowed their anger pulled the cart again.Baek Cheon glows slightly as he looks down at them.
I'm sure you've been through a lot.’
The fact that they had the power to open their mouths while driving with this heavy cart meant that their basic stamina was much higher than before he left for Sacheon.
"It's not a wet dishcloth, and even if you think you've squeezed it out, you'll get another drop."
Chung-Myung must feel this way when he's picking on us.
'I hate myself for understanding.’
Baek Cheon kicked his tongue and screamed.
"Run faster! More! Run and run until your legs are numb!"
"Oops!"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Hwasan's disciples ran at light speed, foaming at the mouth and pulling the cart.
And a little later.
"Argh!"
"I can't……I can't drag…"….”
The cart stopped as the disciples of Hwasan began to tip over one by one.
Baek Cheon kicked his tongue out of the cart.
"Attention, everyone!"
"Attention!"
Hawasan's students, who were sprawled out, groaned and raised themselves. And somehow I lined up and watched Baek Cheon.
"Do you like the black?"
"Yes! Death penalty!"
"You're the best, Sa Sook!"
When the word sword came out, everyone's neck was strained. Meanwhile, his eyes slipped down to a sword tied to his waist.
I can't believe I got this.’
'I don't know anything else, but it's the best.’
Even in a shaman who is famous for his richness in black, which is made of late-life iron, there is a possibility that he will be able to hold it in his hand only when he is an elder. It was unprecedented to pay such swords to ordinary Mundos.
"The value of the sword is greater than you think. Don't forget the grace of the dead and the long man who gave you the sword."
"Yes, Sa-suk!"
Everyone's face was full of excitement.
Baek Cheon smiled pleasedly at their faces.
"But there's a little bit of a problem.….”
"…Yes?"
"The sword."
He glanced at a steel sword.
"It's a little expensive."
“…….”
At the words, Hwasan's disciples stared down at my sword, flinchingly. Then he nodded convincingly and heavily.
It must be expensive to do.’
It's very expensive. It's in the middle of my life.'
Baek Cheon nodded loudly as everyone seemed to understand.
"Yeah, yeah. It's very expensive. But think about it. What if you take the sword and take it away from you?"
"…I'm in trouble."
"No, no. Don't think so simply, but think about what will happen the moment you lose it and come back."
“…….”
The faces of the Hwasan disciples, who had been quiet for a while, turned pale.
I shuddered at the mere thought of it.
This is not Chung-Myung's problem.’
Elder Hyun Young will kill us.’
This was an unaffordable future.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"……Yes."
It was a heartfelt answer. Baek Cheon shook his head.
"There's a saying in Kangho. The treasure has its own owner. Even if you are lucky to get the treasure, if you don't have the power to protect it, it doesn't belong to you. In other words…….”
Baek Cheon looks at his disciples with a bleak look.
"It means that if you want to use the sword, you have to be a suitable examination."
The eyes of the Hwasan disciples were tense. It was an ideal theory, but I forgot it because I was excited.
"So don't be a crybaby and work hard. You must prove yourself worthy to be the master of the sword. Do you understand?""Yes!"
"Okay, next group."
“…….”
Some trudged toward the cart, shaking their heads weakly.
Then Yoon-jong asked Baek Cheon.
"By the way, boarding house."
"Huh?"
"Where is Baek Sang's boarding house? You haven't seen me for a while.
"Oh, Baek Sang? I sent him in harmony for a moment."
"What? Harmony? Why are you singing in harmony all of a sudden?
"It's not enough."
"What?"
Baek Cheon snuck his chin at the iron cart.
"This one."
“…….”
"I have a lot of kids, but it's inefficient to do it together, so I asked for a few more. I also made a separate cart that I can pull while climbing the mountain."
“…….”
"Hahaha, their lower bodies are going to be very hard.”
Yoon-Jong looked at Baek Cheon with slightly trembling eyes.
Private lodging.
How far are you going?
* * *
"How are you feeling?"
"Now I'm used to it."
Ungum smiled and held out his car to Chung-Myung.
The only thing that can be used is the left hand, but it seemed to be quite good at making and pouring tea.
"Are you comfortable?"
At the words, the ungum smiled quietly.
"In fact, everything in the world is uncomfortable."
“…….”
"Man cannot fly like a bird, swim like a fish. You can't run like a horse or climb a tree like a monkey. Isn't that uncomfortable?"
Chung-Myung nodded as if he agreed.
"Same. Someone uses both arms, but I just have to use one now. The discomfort has grown a little, but it's just a little different."
Ungum's voice was smeared with dizziness.
"Following the rules and learning nothing would mean admitting that difference and doing your best in your own situation. What's wrong with being a little more uncomfortable than before? I'll just try a little harder."
In fact, Chung-Myung didn't really like these words.
Although he has lived as a monk all his life, sometimes such words about the province seem to catch the clouds.
One.
He didn't dare to confront Cheon Mun, who would not have been able to fight by force, and the reason why he respects the ungum is because they personally practiced their own uncluttered words.
Chung-Myung looked at the left forearm of the ungum. It wasn't that long, but it was more solid in the meantime. It was clearly visible even though it was covered by clothes.
"Give it to me.”
"Yes."
Chung-Myung held out an iron sword that he had brought. I brought it for the ungum.
The ungum slowly pulled out the sword with one hand and looked at the white sword.
"That's a good sword."
A smile came to his lips.
"It's a good sword. It's sharp and firm."
And he looked at Chung-Myung still.
"Chung-Myung아."
"Yes, my lord."
"You're doing a great job."
“…….”
Chung-Myung closed his mouth.
This was why Ungum's gaze subtly shook Chung-Myung.
"This sword is not for you. It's for the children of Hwasan who can't follow you. Isn't that so?"
Chung-Myung scratched the back of his head with a slightly embarrassed face.
"Well, it's not that grandiose."
But the ungum smiled as if he could see through him.
"Wasn't it frustrating to lead the kids when you could get ahead of yourself?"
"……Well."
Chung-Myung looked straight at the ungum after agonizing with a slightly strange expression.
There are a lot of words that can be said in moderation, but I don't feel like it.
"Honestly, it was very frustrating at first."Chung-Myung turned his head and looked toward the window. It's invisible from here, but perhaps by now Baek Cheon and other executions are guiding Hwasan's disciples. Or he's working hard on his personal training.
"But I'm fine these days. They're doing their best, they're doing their best."
"Really?"
"Yes, sometimes I can't handle it these days."
"……That sounds extraordinary."
Ungum spoke like a joke and smiled lightly.
These are things that were not visible when they lived by just looking at a sword. I came back from wandering around and put everything down, and then I started to see it.
"Chung-Myung아."
"Yes, my lord."
"Then there's no need to be in such a hurry."
“…….”
"You're back in Hwasan, so get some rest. A horse that runs nonstop is bound to collapse. Then you'll never be able to run like before again."
Chung-Myung, who stared at the ungum, nodded quietly.
"I will."
"Yeah."
Chung-Myung scratched his head with a slight awkwardness at the sight of the ungummed sword.
You look more like an adult over there.’
Considering the years of his life, he is no match for his opponent. Is this why the long sentence sentence told you to grow up like that?
"How's the left-handed sword?
"It hasn't started yet."
"Huh? Why?"
Ungum replied in a calm voice.
"As you say, I have taught children the basics and built a solid lower body. But isn't it strange that I only learn swordsmanship while teaching my disciples that?"
"Oh……."
"So first of all, I'm rebuilding my body, too. Until it firmly takes root. I'm about to start because I've already seen results."
Ungum looks and says Chung-Myung.
"How do you like it? Can you help me?"
"It must be hard for you to do it with me.”
"Hahaha, I've been harassing my children, so I'm being bullied.”
"If you're ready for that determined!"
"That's great. Let's see what he can teach us."
"I'm just helping. It's not like teaching or anything."
"That's what it is, man."
He laughed, disheveling Chung-Myung's hair with his left hand.
And that day.
The sound of a sword cutting through the wind continued to flow from the smoke and mirrors as the dawn deepened behind the white market.
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