Return of Mount Hua Sect

oh my god What is this? (2) If it is long, it is

long, if it is short, it is short.

Finally, the carriage carrying the disciples of Huashan entered Sichuan Province.

"Woah woah woah."

Right in front of the castle gate, the eyes of the bastards in the four-wheeled carriage are focused all at once. If you have enough money to ride a horse-drawn carriage, of course, valuable people will be riding it.

It is natural to be curious.

Yibo, who pulled the reins to stop the horse, glanced back and shouted.

"We've arrived in Chengdu!"

I can feel a sign of flinching in the carriage.

quick profit.

Soon, the door of the carriage opened, and the disciples of the volcano walked out of it.

"……What?"

"Why are these people so mean?"

"Have you been to any battlefield?"

The middle-aged people start to gossip.

Needless to say, the appearance of the volcanic mundos who got off the wagon was not really human.

“Ugh… I think I’m going to die.”

"It's hard to leave the house."

“If it’s Sichuan, you’re already in class. When are you going to Yunnan?”

The appearance of the Volcano Mundos disembarking from the wagon was truly reminiscent of the sick.

Big eyes, shaky legs, and sagging shoulders.

Even the blue name was similarly gloomy.

“It was a hellish journey.”

"I don't want to do this again."

"...Half left, half."

The gates of unfamiliar Sichuan look like the gates to the real world. First of all, they were the followers of the volcano who were likely to cry just by being able to escape from the repeat of that damn training.

“Ha… I thought it would be something if I did it for two more days!”

When he regained his taste as if he was sorry for Cheongmyeong, resentment poured out from all directions.

"Okay! Of course it's okay, you bastard! I must be a corpse!"

"I'd rather kill, kill!"

"You don't have a human heart, don't you?"

Even Cheongmyeong flinched at the bloody momentum.

"Ah, anyway, I arrived alive, so that's fine."

"Okay."

While the attendants of the volcano were chatting with Aung Daung, Ibo came down from the carriage.

"What would you like to do? Would you like to go to the Sacheon branch in the upper galaxy together?"

"Well……."

Baekcheon narrowed his brow slightly. Seeing that, Ibo added.

"I have given the Sichuan branch an order to gather information about Yunnan."

"Would that be enough?"

"Ummm."

Ibo frowned slightly and sighed.

“To be honest, the intelligence power of the upper galaxy does not reach Yunnan. In the past, we dealt with goods from Yunnan, but even then, it was more like brokering goods brought by small merchants rather than organizing peddlers.”

"okay."

"In other words, we cannot find a way to enter Yunnan with the ability of the upper galaxy. From now on, this is not an area where we can help. Instead, we will provide you with accommodations here, so if you need a place to stay, please go to the branch. Please come."

"Thank you for your words. I will check the situation and stop by the upper galaxy, so please take a rest and unwind."

"Okay. Then I will stay at the branch and repair the wagon, so please tell me when the investigation in Chengdu is over."

"Yes, thank you."

When Baekcheon swooped in, Yibo bowed his head deeply and returned to the carriage. As he drives his wagon and enters the city, hundreds of thousands look at the four shrines.

"Let's go in too."

"Yes."

"Just keep one thing in mind."

He said with a cautious face.

"We came here to find a way to enter Yunnan, not to cause trouble. The capital of Sichuan is the domain of the Sichuan Tang family. And there is a Cheongseongpa nearby, so people from Qingseong often come and go, It's rare, but you can also meet the female monks of Amifa, so make sure to dress up properly."

"Don't worry, Sasuk! The death penalty must have understood well."

A vein of blood stood on Baekcheon's forehead.

"You, you! You bastard! You! The others don't care! You're the problem!"

"Did you see me crashing?"

"I haven't seen you crash!"

With a long breath, Baek Cheon, who struggled to cool the rising heat, added in a serious tone.

"Keep in mind. We'll leave as soon as we find a way to enter Yunnan. Please don't crash! Even now, in Huashan, the elders and elders are waiting for us to lose our eyes.

"Let's sell that worry."

“……”

It was Baekcheon who wanted to get at least one drug that could make people dumb.

“First, we will visit Bunta, the capital of openness, but it seems that merchants are more likely to know more about Yunnan than openness. So I think it would be better to investigate there.”

"Let's do that."

Baekcheon nodded at Yuiseol's answer.

"let's go."

Huashan's party, who entered the Chengdu, diligently worked hard to open up and inquired about the rumors about Yunnan.

Qingming complained that the whole process was useless, but Baekcheon took a different position.

One little piece of information can change the outcome.

It was a yard going to a land where communication had been cut off, so I just wanted to get even one more piece of information.

But… … .

"Sigh……."

The attendants of the volcano, who were seated around the cup, let out a deep sigh.

"No. Anyway, Sichuan is a place right next to Yunnan, so I don't need this kind of information?"

"The opening was the most shocking."

Yoonjong couldn't hide his absurd expression.

- A room to enter Yunnan? Why are you asking us that?

The calm words of Bunta-ju, the saint of openness, resonate in my head.

When asked if he would be able to obtain any relevant information then, Saint Buntaju replied with a snort.

- Beggars can't live in Yunnan, so how does opening get information?

It was a statement that completely trampled the room for objection.

The land is so barren that no one can beg for it, and therefore, open-minded beggars cannot go to Yunnan recklessly. First of all, shouldn't we be able to get some food to do activities or anything?

In addition, the explanation of Chengdu-buntaism was that in Yunnan, we could not use our spiritual powers as we were wary of opening and rejecting beggars at Nammanyasu Palace.

"The same goes for the uppers."

"I have no way to go, I can't say anything."

"Okay."

Yoonjong sighed and opened his mouth.

"There is no information about Yunnan itself, let alone the upper bound, so it's no big deal. So..."

"Maybe it's not."

"Yes?"

Yoonjong turned his head. Jo Girl said with a slightly fat face.

"Opening may really not have information about Yunnan, but not the shopping malls. They know, but they don't give us information."

"Why?"

"...because there is no reason to give. Isn't it profitable?"

“Didn’t you say that you would pay enough information fees?”

"It's not enough. To do that, at least the plum blossom pattern should have been removed."

"……Ah."

Baek Cheon exclaimed as if he was getting a sense of urgency at Jo-Gul’s words.

"Do you mean to reject us from abroad?"

Jogirl nodded her head.

"Sacheon is a place where the exclusion of outsiders is more severe than you think. Basically, it is far from the center of the Jungwon, and there are some historical problems."

"Um, yes."

Even in government offices, there is a saying that people from Sichuan are not selected as officials. Although it is the land of the Jungwon, it is the land of foreigners who are excluded from the Jungwon. That place was Sichuan.

"This is a place where the Sichuan Dan family has a lot of influence. It means that in order to make a living in Chengdu, you have to look out for the Dan family. Would such people proudly welcome strangers wearing uniforms engraved with other clan patterns?"

Cheongmyeong, who was listening quietly, pursed her lips.

"Then tell me right away!"

"Did you say you took your clothes off?"

"It's not like that. What's wrong with me!"

Qingming held out his boat.

Are you hiding that you are the gate of the volcano? That is impossible. I'd rather get rejected!

"I only wear a mask and go out!"

"It's not like that!"

"Anyway, don't do it this way. If you really want to get information, you have to get the support of the Sichuan Party, or at least hide the fact that we're outsiders."

Baek Chen nodded his head with a gloomy face.

"Ummm. I understand what you mean. Then..."

Then, suddenly, Yoon-jong looked at Jo-geol and asked.

"But how did you know this... Wait. You were from Sichuan?"

“……”

Jo-Gul's face becomes subtle.

"By the way, I think I heard at first glance that your house is in Sacheon... isn't it?"

"Eww……."

Jo-Geul thought that she was going to die, and finally sighed.

"……Yes."

"Ah, so..."

Baekcheon exclaimed as if he had understood it only then.

If it was not for the Sichuan people, this fact would not have been easily known. It felt like I was grabbing a clue.

Qingming's eyes twinkled.

“By the way, didn’t I say that the death penalty for Jo-Gal was a restraint in the shopping district? You just had to go to Jo-Gul’s house without going back and forth, right?”

"Huh……."

"No! How bad of a personality makes him go round and round the church, saying he doesn't want to have guests in his house?! There's no real personality answer!"

"I don't want to hear that from only you!"

The jogger trembled and said.

In an instant, all the disciples of Hwasan agreed with Jo-Gul's words. It is definitely an insult to hear such words from Cheong-myeong.

"It's not like that... ha ha..."

Jogul let out a deep sigh.

"All right, all right."

Qingming smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's all the same. It must have been a child left out of the house anyway. So, he probably didn't want to go back into the house."

“……”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Sasuk Baek will understand your feelings.”

"I, I came out on my feet! On my feet!"

"Let's get a sense of the atmosphere, Sasuk!"

"Okay."

Cheongmyung smiled and poked Jo-Geul's side.

"Anyway, now that the situation has come to pass, let's go home, the death penalty."

Jogeul sighed deeply and got up from her seat.

"Yeah, I guess so. Because this is all for the inquisition."

"Then let's go right away."

"Yes, Suk-suk."

Everyone left the guest cup with a slightly brighter face. And I started walking along the road to Saint Jo-Gul.

Qingming put his interlaced hands on the back of his head and whistled.

“How is it that no one in your family is respected?”

Feeling as if a needle was stabbed in the back, Baekcheon looked back with a sling on his forehead.

"No, it's not about private tutoring. It's like that, everything."

"...that's the right word."

A hundred thousand have sharpened their teeth.

"Why would a person who is pretty and famous in the family enter the volcano!"

"Huh? Can't we just ignore that? If it weren't for the twist, he would have gone to the last man, isn't it? Long writers should listen to this!"

"Turn it off."

Baekcheon shakes his head in response to Qingming.

"The important thing is that I am now the gate of the volcano."

"That's right. If I had gone to Jongnam, I would have been carrying my older brother Subal even now."

When Baekcheon quietly placed his hand on the handle of his sword, Yoonjong grabbed Sasuk's arm and shook her head.

"Calm down."

"……Sigh."

Let's cover our ears. Cover your ears and close your eyes.

Fucking mother-in-law.

Meanwhile, Jo-Gul led them all the way to the corner of the castle.

"Oh? Have you been there?"

A small shopping mall came into Cheongmyeong's eyes.

Upper Chengdu.

It felt like a name just made up, but somehow the top seems clear.

The slightly old-looking hall and the small scale were so cute.

"Ugh. The second person who entered the volcano with the expectations of the family."

“……”

“Anyway, the death penalty for Jo Girl is also cute. Can I say hello to my parents then?”

As Cheongmyeong walked, Jo Geul sighed and called out to Cheongmyeong.

"Where?"

"Huh? The death penalty goes first?"

"It's not that one, it's this one."

"Huh? Where?"

"this way."

Cheongmyeong's gaze returned to where Jogeul was pointing.

'Is it a wall?'

The wall is still visible.

It seems that he has been turning his head for a while, but all he sees is a large wall painted red.

The big … … I found a very large door.

Four Seas Association.

“……”

Chongqing's eyes tremble.

The walls were so wide that it was impossible to see them all, and there were so many pavilions jutting out over them.

Cheong-myeong, who had been looking at the colossal sight and Jo-gal several times, opened her mouth with a slightly trembling voice.

"Isn't it?"

"Is that right?"

"Is this?"

"Yes."

"Is this the house of Jo-Gul's death row? This mansion where even the emperor would live?"

“…that’s right.”

Huh… … .

Were you a child of a death sentence?

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