Return of Mount Hua Sect

If you get hit, you'll get out of the way! (1)

"The sword gun was made as a medicine."

After hearing all the explanations from Baekcheon, Hyeonjong looked at the box in front of him with a face that showed his surprise.

'Honwondan.'

No doubt about it.

Just by smelling the incense, it felt like the danjeon was wriggling. Besides, if this box came from the place Baek Chen said, there was no doubt about it.

Who would put a fake in such a place?

If it's not a medicine, there is no one to do it, and if it is not clearness, there is no one to find it.

by the way.

Hyeonjong looked at Cheongmyeong with new eyes.

'Are you on equal footing with the shaman's Heo Sanja?'

It may be a little exaggerated.

However, in any case, it was only clear that he did not lose by competing with the Heo Sanja.

"Heh heh heh heh."

laugh out loud

Will Hyeonjong be able to fight the elder of the shaman and achieve an equal number?

It's a strength that makes you crazy.

However, it wasn't just the strength of Qingming that really surprised Hyeonjong.

The power of Qingming was actually nothing new, as Hyeonjong had long since given up on his understanding.

What really surprised him was the heart of Qingming, who perfectly understood the arrangement of the medicine and found the tomb of the medicine.

Even Hyeonjong did not understand why the tomb of Yak Seon should be there only after hearing the explanation a couple of times. But doesn't this mean that Qingming alone grasped the clues and found the tomb of Yak Seon?

'I thought this kid was very clever since the Upper Galactic incident in the past, but... … .'

Hopefully it will be like this

At that moment, Hyun-young glanced at the box containing the woven fabric and opened her mouth.

"So then..."

Hyun-young took the box from Hyeon-jong's hand, almost as if it were stolen. Hyeon-jong, whose hand was empty, ate all of his taste buds, but he kept his mouth shut to guess Hyun-young's heart.

"Well, then, this, this is the spirit of the drug... So? The spirit circle?"

"……Yes."

"Is it the honwondan that says that Daehwandan should be folded a few times for medicinal properties?"

"……Yes."

Hyun-young looked at Cheong-myeong with blank eyes.

Hyeonyeong's face, which clenched his lips, changed several times in that short time.

“Ji, really Jae or Jae Shin? What the heck did he come up with when he went out and asked for something like this?”

you're asking!

I'm not even a dog!

"Huh, huh... Do you have anything else to do?"

“……”

"No, no! No! He's a guy who made this kind of ball, and he's trying to get it out on a plate that won't be enough even if he puts meat in his mouth for three days! Let's go! Let's go, bastard! I'll catch a pig! I'll catch you! What can't you do to the guy who asks for horn fabric!"

Unam was sweating in a cold sweat.

"Gee, calm down, Elder!"

"Am I really looking like this now? Oh my, crazy. Honwondan! What in the world is this bastard, so I sent it to Namyeong and brought it back? If I send it to the North Sea, I'll even ask for Yeouiju! Jangmunin! Another thing to do outside Don't you?"

They looked like they were going to tie up Cheongmyeong and send it to the North Sea at any moment. Cheong-myeong, who felt a young life in those eyes, flinched involuntarily.

"Hey, it's the Honwondan."

Phenomenon also looked at the drawing box and Cheongmyeong alternately, as if he could not believe it at all.

Wouldn't that be surprising?

Honwondan and sword gun was something they never thought of. I sent him to solve Hwayeongmun's affairs, and who knew he would come back with such a horrific act?

Hyeonjong, the first to come to his senses, cleared the situation with a heavy voice.

"You've been through a lot."

"No. As a disciple of the long gate volcano, it was something I had to do."

"one!"

At that moment, the phenomenon rebuked Baekcheon in a slightly subdued voice.

"It's good that nothing happened, but this time you were too frivolous."

Baekcheon shook his head without saying a word.

“Now that I have obtained Honwondan and found the secret of Honwon, I will not deny that I have made a great contribution. However, if at least one person suffered a catastrophe in the meantime, you would not be smiling like you are now.”

Baek Chen nodded his head.

The phenomenon is correct. How many times have you not crossed the threshold of death even in the sword gun? Getting out of there safely was half a coincidence.

“Son, I will keep that in mind.”

"Yeah. Don't think of it as a nagging thing. Your safety is several times more important to me than such a spirited corps."

Then Hyun-young, who was listening, snorted his nose.

"If the death penalty says that, what will happen to me and the long writer?"

Hyungwon widens his eyes.

No, why am I?

Why am I dragging myself in when I am still?

“Hey, the priest, please calm down.”

At Hyeonjong's words, Hyunyoung licks his lips as if he had more to say. But in the end, he bit his mouth as if he respected the authority of the long writer.

Hyeonjong gently pulled the horn fabric box he was carrying. Power enters Hyun-young's hand. Hyeonjong slightly opens his eyes, and then he turns the box over with a face full of regret.

"Hmmmm."

Hyeonjong let out a low cough and secretly put the box behind him. That guy, who is in full swing, might sell this all over again.

"Baekcheon-ah."

"Yeah, long-timer."

“Does anyone else know that you have obtained this precious treasure?”

"I didn't tell anyone."

"Even at Hwayeongmun?"

"Yeah, the long writer. I didn't tell anyone."

Hyunjong nodded his head.

"Good job."

Treasure calls for blood.

If it is known that he has obtained the honwondan, many people will try to target the volcano. There may even be some people who want to get their hands on the secret of Honwon by attacking the volcano before it even manufactures Honwondan.

'The good news is that not many people know about the existence of medicinal plants.'

Most of the people gathered there were only interested in recruits. There were only two people who knew the existence of medicinal plants.

'Shaman and Open.'

Just because the two clans belonging to the old file room knew about the existence of the Honwondan, they wouldn't attack the volcano all at once, but it might still be a subtly interfering with it.

As Hyeonjong knew that he had not received any help from any of the old schools he believed in at the time of the collapse of the volcano, his faith in them was falling apart.

'But they don't know yet that we've got Honwondan. As long as you are careful about leaking information, there will be no problem.'

The fact that the volcano is in a rugged mountain was very helpful in this case. If it was a shaman or Shaolin, where guests constantly come and go, it would not have been customary to hide the manufacturing of Honwondan.

Hyeonjong opened the box and took out the secret of the marriage.

What is really important is this, not Honwondan.

"The old man helped you."

Qingming laughed at that.

It wasn't that he was ridiculing Hyeonjong. This time, it is as if the 'senior' really helped. If Cheong-myeong hadn't seen the past affairs with Heung-mun again in a dream, he would never have been able to find the tomb of Yak-seon.

"Hmm, but!"

huh?

Received by Cheong-Myeong's curious gaze, Hyeon-Jong puts down the box containing the woven fabric in front of him.

"Listening to what you said, it seems that Yak-seon wanted someone to become his former person and connect the Honwondan.

Cheongmyeong grabbed a box of woven fabric.

"Then I'll go and sell it and come back."

"Hey! hey! You have to listen to what people say!"

Hyeonjong, startled, quickly changed his words.

"I think so! If Hwasan revives the Honwondan and fulfills its duties as a Jeong-do clan, Yak Seondo will be delighted in the Zen realm!"

Looks like you're having a double bath?

If there really is such a thing as the real world, and the ancestors gathered there and looked down at the world, then perhaps by now the yakseon would be spitting out double baths towards the volcano.

Well, of course, after that, he was beaten down by the executioners of Qingming and quieted down.

long sentence form. Don't be shy!

Hyeonjong quietly closed his eyes as if to organize his thoughts. Qingming did not urge this time either. It means that the honwondan and the honwon secret have suddenly fallen, and as a long-time writer, words will not be able to describe the confusion.

"I'll have to check it out first."

Finally, Hyeonjong spoke heavily to Unam.

"Bring the drugstore master with you."

* * *

Saraak.

The bookshelf goes over.

As the drug lord was sweating profusely, he confirmed the secret of marriage. Among those in the volcano, Uyyakdangju Ungak (雲覺) is the most proficient at the podium. So he has no choice but to check.

"Ugh."

Every time a moan came out of Ungak's mouth, the hearts of those who watched it burned.

"Hey, it takes a long time to read a book!"

Hyun-yeong, who can't stand it, takes a tantrum, and Hyun-sang tries to open his eyes and scolds him. Hyunyoung lowered her voice with a grin on her face.

Of course, the rhyme of reading was also crazy.

It's embarrassing to be suddenly called and checked the booklet, but while checking the secret, the sage boat, the Unja boat, the white porcelain boat, and even the celadon porcelain boat are only staring at this side with blazing eyes.

Even when Confucius returns, he will not be able to concentrate and read the book under such circumstances.

However, even Hyeonjong, the long doorman who has to solve this situation, is looking at him with eyes that seem to pierce an iron plate, so what can he do?

"Come on, Jangmunin."

"Yeah? How are you?"

"Hey, this definitely seems to be the secret of the Honwondan. The rationale of the podium is right. There are high-level secrets that I can't even imagine..."

"But?"

Ungak swallowed dry saliva and said.

"Even if you don't understand it, it is described that you can make a blend fabric if you faithfully follow the rostrum method shown here!"

"Five!"

Hyeonjong looked at Ungak with the eyes of the most courageous.

Is that so?

"You mean you can make it?"

Ungak replied with a smile as if yes.

"It's crazy."

“……”

In the end, blood lines up on Hyun-young's forehead.

"No, he's not even playing with people right now!"

"Ji, calm down, Sasuk! No, Elder."

Ungak said, sweating profusely.

"It's not that difficult to make a honwondan with my own abilities. If you have this secret to honwon, anyone who knows how much you can make a honwondan will be able to make it."

"Then what's the problem? There's something you can't create if you have the ability!"

"Oh no, that's..."

Ungwa took a deep breath.

"...the materials to make the horn fabric are ridiculously expensive."

uh?

money?

Hyun-young's expression, which had been irritable, quickly regained her composure.

It was Hyunyoung who had no choice but to be serious when it came to money.

"If we want to mass-produce Honwondan, we have to sell the whole volcano. It would be impossible to organize all the businesses in Hwaeum."

Hyungwon's face contorted.

"What kind of spirits are so expensive!"

“Woah, of course, spirits are expensive. Think about it. Shaolin, who is overflowing with money, can’t make only a few of the Great Hwandans?”

“……”

"With this amount of material, it can be made very cheaply for a top-notch troupe. It is possible to make a mixed fabric with these materials because it takes only one medicine, and it is difficult for others to spend ten times as much."

Hyungwon took a deep breath.

"So. After all, you're saying you can't make it because you don't have money?"

"That's right."

“How expensive is it? Volcano is no longer a clan that lacks money.”

"therefore……."

Hyeonyeong's eyes, who had roughly priced the materials along with the horns, began to tremble like aspen trees.

"Uh, how much? Uh..."

Hyun-young, who seemed to collapse with a bubble at any moment, starts pointing at Hyeon-jong and waiting.

"Longwriter! Get that damn secret or Nabal right now! That damn thing will destroy the volcano! Whether it's medicinal or Nabal, the old man must have aged! This is not a treasure, it's poison, poison!"

Hyun-jong looks at Hyun-young with a confused face.

"Is it that difficult?"

"It's not that difficult! It's difficult to make even a single egg from the output of the volcano. To make that one, you have to dispose of all the assets of the chord, and that's corrosive to the volcano!

You'd be a little saddened to hear that openness, right?

Hyun-young completely opposed crab foam with water momentum.

"This can't be done! Trying to make a coriander, at the best, the volcanic pillars you built will be uprooted! It's absolutely not allowed as a re-explanatory footnote."

"Shut up."

Hyunjong made a sound of pain.

Another chance for the volcano to leap again because of his money... … .

Cheongmyeong, who had been listening quietly at that time, spoke calmly.

"Oh, that's fine."

"Yes?"

Cheong-myeong turns to Hyun-young.

"You mean money is the problem?"

"That's right?"

Cheongmyung chuckled.

"Then it's fine."

"...what the hell are you talking about?"

Receiving everyone's attention, Cheongmyung grabbed the front of her. And he suddenly spreads his clothes left and right. Then something round and round poured from his chest.

Hyunyoung's eyes widened as if they were about to tear apart, seeing what had fallen to the floor.

“Hey, hey… Yamyeongju? This is it all?”

Cheongmyung chuckles.

"Because we're rich."

“……”

Hyeonyeong, who was silently looking at Cheongmyeong without a word, muttered without knowing it.

"...are you really a god?"

The more I got to know, the more I didn't know it was Cheongmyeong.

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