Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 575

Where does the bandit make eye contact with me? (1)

Suck. Whoops.

A thin sheet of paper danced on the white paper.

The letters, which were created at an incredible speed even with the naked eye, filled the large paper with black in an instant.

At first glance, a middle-aged man in a luxurious green ginseng was sitting at a wooden desk, wrestling with a pile of papers.

“Lord!”

The sound of writing, which had continued for a while, was stopped by a voice from outside the door.

The middle-aged man who looked at what he had written once more looked up and threw his gaze at the door.

"What's going on?"

“A guest has arrived.”

"customer?"

The middle-aged man, that is, Tang Gunak's eyes, frowned slightly in disapproval.

“You are a customer while you are at work. You should report it to the Elders.”

The person standing outside the door flinched as the words came out rather sharp.

“It is a scorpion from a volcano… … .”

At the word ‘volcanic’, Tang Gunak’s eyes stood out.

"volcano?"

"Yes."

widely.

Putting down the pencil without any regrets, he jumped up from his seat.

“Come in.”

"Yes!"

The door swung open, and the party came in to pay their respects. And a beggar, whom he had seen a few times, followed behind him.

The beggar took one step forward and swore.

“The open city is also called Bunta-ju, Ju-pung.”

"Opening."

Tang Gunak's sharp gaze scanned the audience once.

Joo-poong swallowed dry saliva at the cold and overbearing gaze.

'I want this because my heart is trembling.'

I came here for business with the family, but I never imagined that I would meet the family in person.

Even though he was a buntaju, there was a difference in status between one buntaju and the four heavenly members who commanded the world, as much as heaven and earth.

Normally, it would have been all about delivering the book in front of the gate and returning home, or glancing at Gaju from afar… … .

'Who knew that he would bring me to Gajujeon?'

Joo Poong rubbed the palm of his hand on the trouser dance and pulled out the booklet in his arms.

“This is a book written by the volcano in Seomseo to convey to Gaju through the main room.”

Perhaps it was because he was too nervous, he continued to say things that he did not even need to bring out.

“This book has been tied to a falcon called cheong-eung (靑鷹), which is used to deliver the most important news in the open. There may be a slight time difference, but it must have been only two days since the book came out of the volcano.”

“Hmm. Give it to me.”

"Yes!"

Zhu Pung was sweating profusely and quickly tried to run to Tang Gunak. But before he could even lift his foot properly, the party's hand that came out suddenly stopped him.

"Come this way."

"Ah… … . W, here it is.”

The dangpae politely offered the booklet handed to him from Joo-pung to Tanggunak.

Tang Gunak silently opened the book and checked the contents.

“Hmm.”

Tang Gunak's face, which had been frozen the whole time, twitched slightly.

During that brief time reading the book, his expression changed several times. A bitter smile appeared on the corner of the party's lips, who had been silently watching.

The only time Tang Gunak, whose expression does not change very well, showed such an image was when he heard about the volcano or faced the volcanic divine dragon.

“Ummm.”

After reading all the books, Tang Gunak asked, scratching his chin as if strangely.

“Did you tell me to hand this book over to you?”

"Yes that's right!"

"I know."

"Yes! If you have anything to say to the volcano... … .”

“It’s okay. In his hasty temper, he would not be guarding the mountain waiting for my reply.”

Although he did not understand the English language, Joo Pung bowed his head for a moment.

"then."

And quickly turned around.

To be honest, I didn't want to stay here for a second longer. Even within the political faction, it was the Sacheondangga that was subtly feared. But, isn't it the office of Gaju that can be said to be the worst among them?

Unless you have iron soy sauce, you can't help but be afraid.

'by the way.'

Before leaving, Joo-poong looked back without realizing it, swallowing dry saliva and thinking.

'The fact that there is a relationship between the volcano and the Tang family is a fact that most people know, but I'm sure they will respect it this much.'

Occasionally, news was delivered to the party. However, even when the news came from Shaolin or Shaman, he never even visited the office, let alone go.

But, with only one book, I would be able to face the Danggaju directly like this.

'Maybe their relationship is stronger than we thought.'

Thinking that this must be reported, Joo Poong increased his walking speed.

Seeing the figure of Joo-pung moving away in an instant, the party's tongue clicked.

“If you walk there, your feet will sweat.”

"Hmm."

However, the existence of Zhou Pung in Tang Gunak's mind has long since disappeared. His attention was focused solely on the writings sent by the volcano.

“Lord. May I know the contents of the book?”

“See for yourself.”

"thank you."

The party group, who was handed the book again, quickly checked the contents. Soon his face contorted.

“Okay… … . What else is this guy trying to do... … .”

“It’s like a volcanic god dragon.”

There was a faint smile on the corner of Tang Gunak's lips.

Usually, those who are preparing for a big event tend to be the benefactors. Because, in any case, it could be someone who will happen later.

However, the volcano, or no, the volcano god dragon seemed to intend to make the plate bigger.

“Are you okay? Still, the green... … .”

“It is true that it is difficult. There are a lot of things that can become a problem if things don’t work out properly.”

"Yes. I am very concerned.”

“But it’s okay.”

"Yes?"

The party team, who had asked me a short question without realizing it, hurriedly added the words.

“It is difficult for the little one to know what that means.”

“There is no way the Volcano God Dragon can do things without thinking. It may seem impulsive on the surface, but the calculation is already in their head.”

"Ah… … .”

The party team glanced at the party's eyes.

Tang Gunak, who realized what he meant in that brief movement, smiled softly.

“Do you think I overestimate the Volcano Divine Dragon?”

“… … How dare the little one doubt the wisdom of the Lord. one… … No one in the world can doubt the inaction of the Volcano Divine Dragon, but it is a little strange to discuss the mind at such a young age.”

“It is only when there is no result to pursue reason.”

“… … .”

“When what you see with your own eyes and common sense you know do not match, the criminal suspects what he has seen, and the nobleman doubts his or her common sense.”

The party kept her mouth shut.

“You, too, must avoid being deceived by what you know.”

“I will keep that in mind.”

“As written in the book, spread the rumors within Sacheon. It doesn’t matter if it’s a little blatant.”

“Yes, my lord! I will do it right away.”

The party quickly left the office without saying a word. Tang Gunak looked at the back and walked out slowly and looked up at the sky.

'It's getting more and more interesting.'

By the way… … .

What is the meaning of 'And I'll tell you in advance, you'd better prepare a lot of money' written at the end of the booklet?

It was a party music that made me a little uneasy.

* * *

Qingming's original plan was to let rumors of this spread by the time they reached their destination.

But contrary to his expectations, the rumors spread surprisingly quickly.

One of the reasons was that the location of the volcano was higher than the location that the people thought of it, and that it was just right to appeal to those who haven't had any major events since the Cheonhabi Dance Competition.

But the biggest reason is… … .

“I mean, fly some more! more! more!"

Hong Dae-gwang was swearing on the pavilion that soared without realizing it was high in the sky.

One of the beggars who had been sitting together and writing their books, couldn't bear it and shouted.

“Damn it! Because of you, I can't do anything else right now, and everyone is writing hundreds of the same booklets. Are those words coming out of your mouth now!"

“After all, you don’t usually do anything! At best, feeding pigeons is a job.”

“I, I… … Where did you get such a seed!”

Gugai Huang, the elder of openness, glared terribly. But Hong Dae-kwang did not lose.

“Isn’t that what the King Beggar ordered?”

“Turn it off.”

Huang Paige took a deep breath and looked around at the beggars.

“Write quickly! Quickly!"

"Ugh."

“Damn!”

The beggars who wrote the manuscripts were on the verge of losing their arms. The beggars who did not hold a brush collected the books, tied them to the legs of the pigeons in the cages, and repeated the flying.

Dozens of pigeons flew into the sky at once.

Some would go to the various bunta of the open, and others would go to another pavilion built in the middle of the central garden.

“Do I have to go this far?”

“It's because you don't know what I'm going through there! Do you know how much bullying he has for being incompetent to open up?”

“Is that him? Who the hell?”

“Okay… … . That's kind of hard to say... … .”

Hong Dae-kwang was unable to answer and froze.

People have self-esteem.

How can a 20-year-old say that I am being bullied by a younger man?

“Anyway, this is the time to show the Volcano Wave your ability to open!”

“Okay.”

The yellow palate let out a deep sigh.

'I can't help but say that.'

He knew it too.

It is Gugae Hwang who has been collecting information from all over Jungwon throughout his life and delivering orders through that information. He could not be unaware of how important volcanic waves have become now.

'Rumors are super fast, but always one step slower.'

Joongwon's evaluation of the volcanic wave has skyrocketed in recent years, but they still don't fully understand its impact.

To add a bit of exaggeration, the influence of Hwasan has long since surpassed that of the old-fashioned clan, and considering its growth and vigorous activity, it will soon become one of the clan that moves the world.

“I’m going to ask you one!”

"Yes?"

“You must have built up a good relationship with the volcano, haven’t you?”

“… … .”

“I even did this, and when the day comes when the volcano kicks the opening and kicks another bag, I will grind you and give you pigeon food.”

“Huh, huh… … . Heh heh heh! What are you talking about like that? That volcano god dragon calls me uncle and follows me like a nephew!”

“A volcano god?”

"Yes!"

“… … Really?”

“Did you just buy a trick?”

Hong Dae-kwang said with excitement, pounding his chest.

What… … It wasn't quite a lie. Because it's true that Qingming calls him the beggar man. It's because the meaning is a little different from the 'uncle' that Hong Dae-kwang refers to.

"I'm holding on to the volcano, so don't worry and write your book quickly."

“Okay. You have to be able to believe it.”

Gugae Hwang shook his head and started writing the book again.

“Dae-gwang.”

"Yes?"

“I’m saying this because I don’t have a royal beggar here.”

“Yes, elder.”

“If you really hold on to the volcano, it is not a dream for you to become an ark. What's going on? Wasn't I the most obvious person in the open?"

“Yes.”

"By the way… … If you can't weave the volcano properly."

“… … .”

“The beggar is probably trying to roast you whole and give it to dogs. So think carefully.”