Return of Mount Hua Sect

Don't be offended if something goes wrong. (3)

"You were here."

Unam approached Cheongmyeong with a face that looked a little urgent.

"I'll see you, Suk-joo."

"I'll see you, Suk-joo."

Jo-geol and Cheong-myeong quickly bowed their heads.

"okay."

Unam nodded lightly to greet him and fixed his gaze on Cheongmyeong.

"Cheongmyung-ah."

"Yes, boarding house."

“I think you should visit the main mountain once.”

"……Yes?"

hometown?

volcano?

Qingming's face trembled.

'No, isn't it that easy to say to go to a volcano?'

What do you mean by errands going to a crazy mountain where even birds will climb and fall?

Where's your conscience?

"Are you at the headquarters?"

"Yes."

Cheongmyung turned to the side with a fat face.

Jo-Geul cleanly ignores the gaze of Cheong-Myeong.

“No, there are many powerful and powerful executioners, but why should I…?”

"Aren't you the youngest?"

“Because he’s the youngest, his legs are thin and he has weak light engineering.”

“There is nothing to do.”

“……”

Ah.

I don't want to work, so the cleaning of the front yard I was assigned to come back like this. I said don't start your life all over again.

"Shut up."

Qingming took a deep breath.

Now that I have to do errands for the kids. How did Plum Blossom Zone Cheongmyung become like this?

"So what's with that errand?"

"It's just a matter of handing over one book to the Jangmunin-in or Jaegyeong-gak."

"Sorry?"

what kind of book is it?

I wanted to ask more, but it is not polite to ask Sa Sook-jo about the situation. It hurts my heart to be courteous to a blue guy, but what can I do? Things like this.

"Yes. I will go to the boarding house."

"Yeah. Normally, you should leave it alone and send it to the person who will return, but it's a rather controversial business, so it's difficult to deal with it. I hope you understand."

big

good personality too

If it had been Cheongmyeong, the third disciple would have shaved off his snout the moment he mumbled.

Unam pulled out a book from her arms and held it to Cheongmyeong.

"This is it."

"Yes."

Also, Unam kindly explained what a book was, in case Qingming was curious.

"This is a book from the upper galaxy, so it should be treated with respect."

"Yes? Upper galactic?"

Jogirl said softly.

"That Hwang Dae-in's company is the top of the galaxy."

"Eh?"

Qingming stared intently at the temple. Unam continued explaining that he did not notice anything unusual in Chongmyeong's gaze.

"This is a letter that came to the Jangmun-min in an emergency. I was able to receive it in the middle because I was in harmony. It will take two days if those who deliver goods to the volcano go up, so you should go up quickly and deliver it to the Jang-mun."

"Yes, I understand."

"It's urgent, so don't delay and leave immediately."

"Yes!"

As Cheong-myeong put the book in her arms and ran to the volcano, Jo-geul, who was watching Cheong-myeong, unwittingly stretched out her hand.

"I... me!"

Then he murmured with anxious eyes.

"Can't we just give him that and send it to him?"

"Um? What did you say?"

"Ah, nothing. Boardroom."

Jo-Geul quickly faltered in her words. But his eyes did not fall from the back of the distant blueness.

'It's probably insecure.'

Sad premonitions are not wrong.

* * *

"Hmm."

Cheongmyeong, who climbed to the top of the volcano, took out the booklet in her arms.

"Hmmmm."

So, this is a book from the great Hwang of the Galactic Battlefield, right?

no. It was said that a person named Daein Hwang used to come and go (?) in a hospital bed, so it must have been a letter sent by his subordinates.

"Ha... that's great."

Cheongmyung sighed in regret.

“It is not the morality of the Tao to open a letter sent to others, but if this booklet is what came to me, isn’t it also the Tao? Everything depends on the Way. It must be work, isn't it? The death penalty?"

- Speak like a horse. You hoarse bastard!

"...however, the death penalty doesn't suit me."

It's been like that since long time ago.

But that doesn't mean you shouldn't watch this.

Hearing that, if you leave the workplace as it is, it's obvious that you'll be out of business, and if the author named Hwang Dae-in stepped in and gave it to you, it would make things a little easier. But in this situation, is there an emergency from the Galactic Battlefield?

It means that something happened to Hwang Dae-in's image.

If you don't know at all, how can you not know even if you know? This is the same line for anyone other than Cheongmyeong... I'm not going to make a choice, but it's going to be tough anyway.

Qingming looked carefully at the temple. The writing on the outside of Daehwasan Mountain called Chinjeon (大華山长門人親傳) caught my eye.

So, that means you shouldn't open it unless you are a volcanic palmist.

"It's okay. It's okay. To be honest, if you were me and there was a long writer, you would have told me. Because you wouldn't have told the long writer."

If other people had heard it, it was the sound of bubbly water, but fortunately or unfortunately, there was no one around Cheongmyeong.

"Let's see."

A book sealed tightly with wax. No matter how you tear it, there is no choice but to cross the mark.

If it's the usual way.

However, for Chungmyeong, it is not particularly difficult.

"It's well pasted."

spatula.

The anticipation emanating from Qingming's fingertips accurately cuts the boundaries between paper and wax. Then, as if it had never been waxed from the beginning, only a complete envelope remained.

Cheongmyung opened the envelope and took out the booklet inside, opened it up without hesitation and began to read.

"Come on, let's see..."

Qingming crossed his legs and began to read the book.

Chongqing's face was distorted.

With a slightly trembling hand, Cheong-myeong, who was about to wrinkle the book, folded it finely and pushed it into the envelope.

And then he took a deep breath.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"

After taking a few deep breaths, his mind finally calmed down, but Cheongmyeong trembled and trembled as if he had not completely calmed down.

"Isn't this a damn demon?"

Mahwa (魔花).

devil flower.

Qingming clenched his teeth.

"There's no way ordinary doctors can cure magic!"

Because this is a symptom of martial arts.

On the surface, symptoms appear as if poisoned by a severe poison. Therefore, finding a cure would have had to be focused on that.

However, magic is a symptom that appears when you have been subjected to a certain negligence of magic.

The reason why Qingming is not calming down is very simple.

'Magyo bastards!'

The magicians who thought they had almost eradicated them are working in the middle of the midfield.

'No, no!'

Cheongmyung slapped his cheek with both hands until it made a squeak sound.

"I've killed a thousand things. I didn't kill all of the demons."

It is quite natural that remnants of the magic religion remain in this era.

Didn't it say that those who were not wiped out even after killing the angel in the first place rushed into the volcano?

There must have been some who survived there, and there must have been some who remained on Mt. Hundreds.

The problem is that they are not only alive, they are plotting something in the midfield.

Blue eyes lit up.

"No, but do these bastards have any grudges against the volcano?"

Why is everything you do is damaging the volcano?

There are so many people in Jungwon, so why do you have to touch Daein Hwang to make this shit?

"Oh. The back bone tang!"

Qingming took a deep breath.

'Can't this be done?'

I guess I'll have to go see it myself.

It is not possible to say with certainty that the contents of the book are the symptoms of magic. See it with your own eyes first.

Furthermore… … .

"Reward! Huge reward!"

What was written at the end of the book cleared the eyes of Qingming.

According to Jo Girl, this place called the top of the galaxy must be the top that you can touch. If you used the phrase 'a huge reward' in a place like this, how much would you give them?

"You can't miss this one!"

Qingming’s heart sped up.

Nearly a hundred years have already passed, so not many people know about Mahwa (魔花).

If Magyo and Jungwon had not waged a war with each other for a hundred years, there would be no way for anyone to recognize the symptoms of a specific Songsu's magic attack.

And those whose symptoms are recognizable died at the hands of Cheonma and Magyo at the top of Mt. Hundae on that day.

But the world doesn't know.

'Some of those who survived a hundred years ago may know magic.'

And if he was still alive, he would have become a leader in each clan. I am still old enough to be a long writer, but what if one of the long writers who received this book would get information and show me this book?

"You're going crazy! No way! I can't see that!"

Fireworks flashed in the blue eyes.

What cheeky bastard dares to be the prey of the blue sky... … . no! Are you talking about targeting patients? this is money... … . No, even for the sake of morality, this cleanliness must be resolved!

cancer! Not like that!

"busy!"

Qingming grabbed the book and placed his hand on the seal. Qingming, which had a slight sambal evolution and melted beeswax, immediately began to jump to the top of the volcano at a formidable speed.

"Give me it right now!"

That way, even if things are resolved, they will be able to understand the situation.

"I will eat it all the time!"

just wait there

Hyeonjong's close friend at Daehwasan Mountain.

Jang Moon-in. The long winter is over and spring is coming. By the time this temple arrives, the spring plum blossoms will be in full bloom on the volcano where the Jangmun-in resides.

The view of the volcano I visited with my father in the past is striking. I am full of desire to visit again at any time, but it is a pity that circumstances do not allow it.

There is no shame in writing this letter because it has been so dignified in the meantime, but the reason I dare to contact you is because my father's condition is getting worse day by day.

As you know, my father has been ill since last year and has been hospitalized. Considering the age of my father, it is understandable, but recently, strangely, other symptoms have begun to appear instead of the symptoms that an elderly person should have.

Father is currently almost unconscious and unable to move. The body is dyed red, a black light circulates between the forehead, and the gimaek is showing signs of wild beating.

We, the Milky Way, invited the masters of Jungwon to check on your father's condition, but no one was able to make a proper diagnosis.

So, with the spirit of catching straw, I send letters to people I have a relationship with, and try to get a clue about the illness. If you know anything about your father's symptoms, we would appreciate it if you could contact us in any way.

I promise to give you a huge reward in the name of the Milky Way to those who give me information that will improve my father's symptoms.

Then wait for a good answer.

In the upper part of the galaxy, compensation was given to Hwang Jong, the minor supreme leader of the Milky Way.

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