Return of Mount Hua Sect

With that skill? (4)

Jo Pyeong widened her eyes as if she couldn't believe it.

he won

His son, Jo Geul, won against that Tangzan.

But Jo-pyung couldn't accept what he had seen a while ago.

Who was Dangzan?

The Sacheondang family that rules Sichuan. He is a direct descendant of the Tang family, where only blood relatives have value.

Its ability does not need to be verified, and its reputation is not limited to Sichuan.

But now he is defeated by the son of Jo-Pyung.

'How did this happen?'

It wasn't because he had a great talent for swords that he sent his son to the volcano.

no no!

You must have had a talent!

Because he has talent, he didn't send the guy who should be a merchant to the checkpoint.

But was that talent enough to defeat the direct line of the Tang family with a sword?

no.

Jo Pyeong was convinced. I can't help being told that I'm underestimating my son. A merchant, Jo Pyung, is a person whose job is to accurately judge the value of others.

Although he is a cherished child, Jo-pyung knows best that Jo-geol is not the possessor of great talent.

But such a son broke the cup.

that cup.

“……”

I knew I had to say something, but it didn't come out easily.

At that moment, Jo Gaul retrieves the sword that was placed on Dangzan's shoulder and turns his body around.

And Jo Pyung walked towards them with a nice smile on his face.

"Sak-suk. I won."

"Yes, Jo Girl!"

wobble.

wobble.

“I, I won… ah, what… huh? When did I bleed so much….. I feel dizzy….”

"No, don't tell me!"

"Hey! Sasuk! Blood keeps coming out of Jogul's neck! Isn't that how he's going to die?"

"Members! Members of Parliament! Call a member of the council right now!"

While Baek Cheon and Yoon Jong were embarrassed and did not know what to do, Yoo Yi Seol hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Jo Gul's neck to stop the bleeding.

“Ah, accident. I’m fine……”

"Don't tell me. I'm out of energy."

"Ah yes."

Jo-Gul's face turned pale in an instant. Although he won, he bled too much from his injured neck. It seems that the last yuubidopsis touched the blood vessels.

"Ttttttttttttttt."

Cheongmyung approached, kicking his tongue and pressed Jo-Geul's neck in two places.

Then the spurting blood started to stop.

"Hey. Would you have died if you went in half an inch more?"

"What a lousy sound!"

"Speak evil! Gossip! Man!"

Cheongmyung pouts at the intense reaction that comes back.

"I was just stating the truth."

"Okay."

Baek Cheon and Yoon Jong shouted at each other, but Jo Gul, the party involved, just laughed.

"great?"

"then."

"So good?"

"That's right!"

"Then lend me only Nyang."

"Yeah, I'll lend you... no, ma'am!"

"Ah, I'm not deceived."

Cheongmyung clicked his tongue.

I want to make fun of him a little more, but seeing Jo-Gul smiling as if he has won everything with a white face, the motivation to tease me drops.

He wasn't so happy when he defeated the shaman's disciples, even when he got the soul fabric.

'It must have been a big wall for Jo-Gul's death row.'

As long as she jumps over that wall, Jo-Gal will grow even more.

When it comes to her talent for swords in the first place, Jo Girl is second to none in Hwasan. Without Qingmyeong, the fame of the Volcano First Sword would have been passed from Baekcheon to Jogye.

'It would be nice if this thing could blossom.'

It's not just the sword that has to make plum blossoms. The people of the volcano must also bloom.

Qingming shook his head.

Three people from the party were seen. Among them, Tang Zhan was still standing, staring into the air with her half-opened eyes, unable to escape the shock of defeat.

"I'm not going?"

“……”

"Or do you need another verification?"

Tangzan bites her lips.

I have a lot to say. But none of those words will make any sense in this situation.

Neither the Volcanic God Dragon nor the Hwajeong Sword was defeated by Jo Girl. For Jo-Gul, who doesn't even have a modest nickname yet.

It is an inexcusable defeat.

Tangzan clenched her fists tightly. humiliation and defeat. A number of indescribable emotions swirl within him.

When he thinks about how much his position in the family will fall because of this, his eyes get dizzy.

It was then.

"Here you go."

"...?"

Tangzan raises her head.

He saw the figure of Cheongmyeong holding out a bottle of wine towards him.

"It's best to have a drink when you feel sick. Swallow it all the way."

“……”

A look of embarrassment appeared on Tangzan's face.

'Is this guy making fun of me now?'

I thought it was unusual, but I don't know if this is the case... … .

“Did you ever think you would never lose?”

“……”

Tangzan's eyes widened at the sudden stabbing words.

Qingming's words dug into his heart. But Tang Zhan refused to admit it right away.

"What are you talking about. I'm not arrogant. Even in my family right now, there are many brothers stronger than me!"

"Yes, but my brother."

"What?"

Qingming smiled bitterly.

"I would never have lost to my younger brother. I would never have lost to someone my age."

“……”

"There are a lot of people stronger than you right now, but you thought you'd catch up with them all, didn't you?"

Tangzan didn't say anything and bit her mouth tightly.

Seeing this, Qingming grinned.

'Why not?'

All the late-stars who do well in this age group think the same. It is not a dream to become the best person in the world someday if you can grow like this.

Qingming?

Of course, Qingming thought so too.

'I didn't really lose, but... … .'

However, most of the latter indices cannot. One day you will experience defeat and one day you will accept your limitations. but… … .

"Do you think someone who has never been defeated can become stronger?"

"...?"

Tangzan looked back at Qingming.

and soon trembles

It's not the playful figure I've seen before. The look of Cheongmyeong, who was looking at this side with subdued eyes, had the power to make even the world's most powerful person hold their breath.

"As the wound heals, the flesh gets stronger. Conversely, an uninjured body doesn't get stronger."

Cheongmyung shrugged her shoulders.

"The choice is yours. Will you use the wounds of this defeat as a stepping stone to become stronger? Or will you be bullied by the wounds inflicted on your arrogant pride?"

Cheongmyung held out the bottle again.

"A choice?"

“……”

Dangzan, who was quietly looking at Cheongmyeong, took the bottle that Cheongmyeong had offered him as if he were snatching it.

And she begins to drink from the bottle without any hesitation.

"nice."

She frowns at the taste of the strong shipper and returns the bottle to Cheongmyeong.

"Written."

Cheongmyeong smiled and took the bottle that Tangzan had offered.

crooked shape.

"Wow!"

Cheong-myeong, who drank her alcohol in a cool way, said with a supremely good look.

"Well, there's nothing to be disappointed about. It's embarrassing now."

Cheongmyung glanced at Jo-Geul.

"Soon, the world will know that it is not shameful to lose to that person."

“……”

Tangzan bit her lip slightly.

"It should be so."

"Sure."

When Qingming tried to turn his body, Tang Zhan called him back.

"Can I ask you one?"

"Yes?"

Qingming looked back at him with his puzzled eyes. Dangzan frowned slightly.

"How strong are you?"

"haha."

Qingming smiled bitterly.

"It's difficult with you right now."

“…that’s…..”

“Still, you never know.”

"Well?"

The playfulness returned to the face of Cheong Myung.

"If the number becomes twelve instead of eleven, I'll have to be careful."

“……”

Dangzan looked at Cheongmyeong with a shocked face.

“How did you… how…?”

"Well, that will be a thing in the distant future. Anyway, try your best. Then even if I can't win, I can become the number one in the family."

Qingming waved his hand slightly and turned around completely.

"The guests are coming!"

And he suddenly went into the hall.

Baekcheon watched the scene, then coughed in vain and approached Tangzan.

"Excuse me. He's such an unpredictable guy."

"……no."

Tangzan shakes her head.

Strangely, I felt at ease.

'It's unknown.'

There's no way I'd be more comfortable with those short conversations.

Tangzan swung towards Baekcheon.

"I apologize for the rudeness."

"You're welcome."

Baekcheon also swoops towards Dangzan.

Still, Baekcheon did not forget to look at Dangzan with new eyes.

'It's strange.'

This is the first time Qingming has shown interest in someone from a school other than the disciple of Hwasan. He hadn't met a lot of people from other clans in the first place, but... … .

Then, all of a sudden, Baekcheon's eyes were focused on one spot. Tangzan's hand taking off the green glove.

I didn't know it from afar, but when I looked up close, there were countless small wounds on her hand.

'Do you mean trying?'

It's unknown. Who can guess what's inside that guy?

"We'll just go back and see."

"Did this happen?"

"Well... I don't know about that either. As I said before, this is a family business. I just go back and report that I lost to Jo-Girl. The family will decide what happens after that."

Baek Chen nodded his head.

"Take a look and go back."

"then."

Dangzan retrieves the Yuyeop Bidos that have fallen to the floor and turns her body.

"let's go!"

"Yes, brother!"

Dang-myeong lifted up the fallen Dang-ho and followed Dang-zan.

The servants of the volcano, who watched the scene, sighed.

"It was like a storm."

"Will the party stand still, the death penalty?"

"Okay."

Baek Cheon scratched his chin.

'The Sacheondang family said that they do not forget even the smallest grudges.'

Dangzan seems to have no end, but his will cannot represent the Sacheondang family. Regardless of his will, the Dan family will surely try to fix this.

Baek Chen took a deep breath.

"He's had an accident again."

“……”

“……”

Jo-Gul and Yoon-Jong looked at Baek-Chun with absurd eyes.

"Accidents happen in private..."

"Let's go in. We need to heal the wounds."

"No. It was private practice..."

"Uh-huh. You shouldn't talk. The injury is serious."

“……”

"Heh heh heh heh!"

Baek Cheon coughed heavily and walked away whistling inside.

Seol Yui and his three generations of disciples who were still there looked back at each other.

"……execution."

"Yes?"

"Doesn't Sasuk seem to be getting a little weird these days?"

"... these days? Tiny?"

“……”

"Uh-uh. What will happen to the volcano."

The other three sighed at the same time.

* * *

Crackle.

Cheong-myeong, who returned to the room to escape the chaos, poured alcohol into a glass.

And he quietly set the cup on the other side of him.

There is no one over the table. However, Cheongmyeong raised the bottle and pretended to smash the glass as if there was someone there.

"It was similar."

Cheongmyung laughs bitterly.

The appearance of Dangzan reminded him of old memories.

A long ago. A very long time ago.

okay. very long.

- No, the guru! You asked me to leave my share too! Because no one is better at sticking knives in the backs of demon bastards than me!

- Because of those damn bastards, Sichuan has been devastated! I'll never send them back nicely!

- Are you really a sage? No, I live and live, it's the first time in my life to be a Malko guru like your brother... … . No, put that sword down! What kind of person speaks with a sword and not with his mouth! Ahh!

- older brother… … . Party... … Party price… … . My skills... … Request… … .

widely.

Cheongmyung put the bottle down a little rough and quietly closes her eyes.

The volcano risked everything to fight the magic.

But in that long war, where was the only volcano that risked their lives?

'I'm sorry.'

In the end, the will to take care of the family was not kept. Because Qingming is also dead. It could be said that the family was protected by defeating the Heavenly Demon, but... … .

Qingming knows. That alone cannot be said to have fully kept that promise.

"Your seasons continue."

twelve daggers.

twelve degrees.

There are still only eleven, but one day, the day will come when twelve Yuyeopbidos will be released from Dan's hand.

"Of course, volcanoes come first for me."

but… … .

"Don't worry. Even if the family buys and hits, they will look after you if anything goes wrong."

I mean looking at your face

Qingming picked up the glass on the other side, drank the alcohol inside, and refilled it.

"Let's have a drink after a while. It won't taste the same as before."

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Qingming's lips.

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