Return of Mount Hua Sect

Have you heard of plum blossom inspection? (1)

Nanchang, Jiangxi Province.

Namchang, a city that represents Gangseo, is not very large compared to cities that represent other provinces.

Compared to Wuhan in Hubei Province, which is located right now, Hangzhou in Zhejiang, and Hebei in Anhui, located on the right, Namchang is a place whose reputation is somewhat ambiguous.

But even so, saints are saints. Even today, in the downtown area of ​​Namchang, people were coming and going without a break.

And the same was true of the White Crane Tower, the largest tower in Namchang.

Those who filled the top floor of the White Crane Pavilion were drunk and talked about something, and they were busy waiting. Although it is located as far away from Hanam, which can be said to be the center of the midfield, the most talked about topic among these people is by far the story of Cheon Woo-meng.

"therefore!"

A man explained something while spitting his face with a hot flushed face.

“And the volcano is walking inward! Whoa, that’s really it!”

"Five!"

“How are you?”

Those sitting around them, their eyes lit up, and listened to the man's words.

The one sitting in front of them now was the one who had gone all the way to the remote island and witnessed the opening ceremony of Cheon Woo Meng. I can't help but be interested in one word at a time.

“I don’t know if it’s because I’m a midfielder, but something was definitely different. Do I have to say it feels quality?”

“Yeah, man! No matter how good the volcano is these days, can it be compared to Bukhaebinggung or Nammanyasugung, which are members of the Sae-Oegung Palace? They even said that there was a Sacheondang Street!”

“Oh my gosh! Were you there?”

“… … That’s not it.”

“If you haven’t seen it, don’t tell me! Who was the kind of person who handled volcanoes before I went there?”

no.

The person in front of them, that is, Jinpyeong (陳萍), was the one who usually devalued the volcano. Didn't it make it a habit to say that no matter how long and long a volcano flies, it will eventually fail to make it into the old file room and will remain a mere sect and eventually collapse?

“You don’t know unless you see with your eyes, with your eyes!”

“How great it was… … .”

“The rumors floating around in the river can’t even describe the volcano in half! These people, think about it. As you said, where are the common sects of Sacheondangga, Bukhaebinggung, and Nammanyasugung?”

"Yes."

“Will such sects simply give up the seat of Maengju without thinking and acknowledge Huashan as the superior seat of Cheonwoomeng?”

“Ugh. I heard... … .”

The man who had raised his voice and vomited snatched the glass of wine and poured it into his mouth.

“Great! My throat is burning!”

Then he grabbed the bottle. But it was empty with no alcohol left. He frowned a little embarrassedly.

Then, before he could say anything, the people around him quickly ordered more drinks.

“Jumps! Hey there, soybean! What are you doing! Come get some drinks here! with a good one! And I’ll bring you a decent cold appetizer!”

"Yeah! Yeah! Go now!”

After the new drink arrived, the man filled his glass with satisfaction and opened his mouth again.

“Anyway, if you had seen the volcano in Shaanxi with your own eyes, everyone would have agreed with me. A volcano is a bigger moon father than I thought. Of course, the number of heads may be a little lacking, but if that were a problem, the volcano's reputation would not have penetrated the sky as it is now.”

"Yes. Yes."

“It can be said that Huashan is already a loser in Shaanxi, but from my point of view, it doesn’t seem like it will stop there. let it see Together with Cheon Woo Meng, the volcano will have wings! The day is not far off when Hwasan will be called a bigger clan than that old file room.”

"Five… … . like that.”

“Hey, if you listen to the rumors floating around, it means that those words aren’t that absurd. Isn’t it said that even Jang Il-so of all peoples visited the volcano to contain the volcano?”

“Great. Jang Il-so... … .”

Those who sat at the tables around them were now all listening to their conversation.

Some people pricked their ears to save face, while others showed interest with their chairs turned around.

“Look.”

At that moment, one of those who had been listening quietly opened his mouth.

“There must have been guests from the old file room there, but how were they?”

“How was it? What do you mean?”

“Didn’t he show any signs of displeasure?”

"iced coffee."

The man grinned as if he knew what he meant.

“There was no sign of that in my eyes.”

"Ah… … . Is that so?”

The man who asked the question tilted his head as if he was surprised.

“From the point of view of the old file room, the Cheon Woo Maeng would not have been very welcome.”

“I’m saying I don’t know. Even if that were the case, it would not have been easy to make such an expression there. That is why Cheon Woo Meng’s momentum was great.”

"iced coffee."

Jinpyung chuckled.

“I don’t know, but the time will come soon when the old file room will also have to look at Cheon Woo-maeng.”

"no way. Even so, does that make sense?”

"Hahaha. It's common sense to think that way. But think about it. When he first heard the name Huashan, who thought that they would banish that Jongnam and become the loser of Shaanxi?”

“… … That's it.”

Everyone shut their mouths.

I certainly couldn't refute this statement. Because no one thought that Jong-nam, who was quite famous, would be humiliated by the volcano, which had been driven to the brink of extinction, and opened the gates.

Of course, there were complicated circumstances in it, but they didn't even know about it, and there was no need to worry about it.

“It was the same with the last son, but there is no law that says it will not be the case with the old file room. You are probably afraid to open the gates of Jongnam Island by now. Haha!”

That was the moment.

Aww!

Someone hit the table hard.

The people who had been talking the whole time were startled by the loud noise and turned their gazes to one place at once.

A middle-aged man with a harsh look, who was sitting in a corner quietly drinking alcohol, was staring at Jinpyeong with his eyes wide open.

“Let’s hear it, let’s hear it… … You're talking about a hole in your mouth!"

Jinpyeong, startled by that bloody force, shut her mouth like a clam.

‘Who, who… … .'

He moved his eyes, examining the middle-aged man's attire. A mark was engraved on the shoulder of the uniform, which was easy to work with. Soon, Jinpyeong's face began to turn white.

'Joe, son-in-law... … .'

Of course, Jongnam has been in Bongmun for a long time.

Since the bongmun has been completed, there is no way Jongnam's disciple trots around the river. However, it was the main mountain to the last. Jongnam's subordinate pupils are running across the river regardless of the main gate of the mountain.

As if proving the high status of Jong-nam, there were not a lot of slang names. Unfortunately, now Jinpyeong has met one of his descendants' sororities right in front of him.

“Who is the loser in Shaanxi?”

The man asked with a vicious force.

Still, those who gathered on the top floor of the White Crane were confident in their own abilities, but in front of that vicious force, they could not keep their mouths shut and only swallowed dry saliva.

“I was just trying to get past it! Jongnam can't open the gate because he's watching the volcano? Look into my eyes and say those words again.”

“Oh, my gosh, Daehyup. It's not like that... … .”

Jinpyeong sweated and tried to fix it, but the man's face showed no sign of loosening up. Then a group of men said:

“Big, calm down. Why are you so angry at the stupid and rude remarks?”

“Then you mean I should just leave that arrogant snout alone?”

“Of course I don't mean that. Words can't be picked up once you spit them out. Of course, you have to pay the price.”

However, even the men and the party who knew how to dry them slowly rose from their seats.

At last, those who knew who they were, shouted with a bit of tiredness on their faces.

“… … It is the three swords of Taehaeng!”

“Hey, why are they here?”

Taehaeng three swords.

They are inspectors who focus on Mount Taehaeng. They came from Jongnam's slang family, and they were also those who did not bother to create a new sect sect, but were refueling the stronghold.

It was only natural that they couldn't stand it when they heard such words in front of them, who are known for having a lot of pride as their descendants.

The man standing next to the first one to get angry said to Jinpyeong. He had a cold impression.

“Did you say Jongnam is afraid of volcanoes?”

“… … I mean, that's not what I mean... … .”

“If not, why did you say that?”

“… … .”

The man clicked his tongue as if it was pitiful.

“You seem to have forgotten that you have nothing to say even if your head is cut off if you talk recklessly about things that Kangho cannot be held responsible for. What would you do? Will you put out that arrogant tongue? Or would you give up your wrist?”

“Daehyup, Daehyup! The dwarf lost his mind for a moment and spoke nonsense. Boo, please… … .”

Thoughtful Jinpyeong asked for forgiveness, the faces of the three men were only cold.

“If you gossip, you have to pay the price.”

As the men approached slowly, Jinpyeong closed his eyes in despair.

'No, it's ruined.'

The Taehaeng Three Swords cannot be said to be great masters, but Jinpyeong was not worthy to deal with.

And saying that he is not a great master is a story compared to the masters of Jongnam's headquarters. Aren't they the same as grim reapers to ordinary powerful people?

They were so angry that they pressured me, so it was a relief to not urinate on the spot.

“Sa, save me… … .”

It was at that moment when Jinpyeong fell flat on the floor and asked for forgiveness.

“… … I don't think it's very wrong, but do you really need to scare people so much?"

twitch.

The three people walking towards Jinpyeong stopped. They all looked at one place at once.

A man in a white long robe was sitting by the window, sipping his drink alone.

He asked softly, hardening the face of one of the three swords.

“Did I say it wasn’t wrong?”

“I had to overdo it a bit. But what can you say if you keep your mouth shut so that you can't even say that?"

“… … .”

“Only those who are inherently disrespectful shut their mouths and crack down on others. Isn't that why you're intimidating him now?"

The three swordsmen's faces turned cold all at once.

"Who the hell are you?"

“I don’t have a particular nickname to put forward because I’m an obscure sorceress.”

“How dare a newcomer with no nickname dare to say such a thing?”

"haha."

The man with a short smile got up slowly from his seat.

“Just because you have a reputation, wrong doesn't make it right, and just because you don't have a reputation there is no reason to tolerate injustice. At least, if you have a plum sword, of course you should.”

“Plum sword?”

A cold energy descended on Taehaeng's face.

The flower pattern engraved on the chest of the man's jangpo caught my eye only then.

Of course, they are disciples of the same family, and since it has been a long time since they descended from Jongnam, they have never seen the plum blossoms of the volcano directly. But where in the present world were there any other sects that used the flower pattern as a symbol?

"you… … you bastard! Are you from a volcano?”

A smile appeared on the man's lips.

“What would that matter? The important thing is that I do not intend to overlook your injustice. Get out of here. Otherwise you will have to see how sharp my sword is.”

“This guy!”

visor! chaeng chaeng!

The three swordsmen drew their swords all at once.

Then the man shook his head as if he couldn't help it.

“You don’t blame my sword for being cruel.”

slurping.

The sword was slowly pulled out of the man's waist.

In an instant, the inside of the dungeon began to fill with tension.

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