Chapter 182

that buck that buck

In the eyes of many people, the two people moved toward each other. Finally facing each other, they fired at each other.

"It is said to be the Jinwijing of the Jinga of Taewon."

"It is a hundred clouds of volcanoes."

volcanic waves. and Baekmuseong.

The ripple effect of these two words was enormous.

Exclamations of exclamations erupted from all directions, instantly dispelling the silence.

"Volcano wave!"

"Baekmuseong, Hwasan Ilhak is Baekmuseong!"

Although there is a mix of civilians, most of the people gathered here today are Murim people.

The background of the volcanic wave and the special title of Volcano Ilhak were enormous.

"Oh my God, why did Hwasan Ilhak come here?"

"Was Taewon Jinga's prestige this high?"

"Now, wait, the fact that Hwasan Ilhak came here… … The chattering people looked around. Not long after, I found one man and one woman next to Baek Mu-seong, and exclamation leaked out once again.

"It looks like that young man is in the power of defeat. Just like I heard, he's huge."

"There is also a flower sword peak! Even pretty!"

"Wow! It's the third season of plum blossoms!"

Cheol-woo and Eun-hyang made puzzled expressions at the interest that was greater than expected.

Both of them had accompanied their master Cheon Gum-in to Gangho a few times, but it was the first time they received such cheers.

"What is it that made me so famous? Do you know the nickname?"

"Brother Iron, did you hear? Someone just looked at me and said I was pretty."

Cheol-woo replied with a straight face.

"You heard it wrong, so don't pay any attention to it."

"… … f*ck me, really."

They studied alumni since childhood and grew up like siblings. Seeing the two men growling with their eyes, Jin Wei-qing smiled softly.

"They seem to get along well."

"They're still immature, so they only make accidents. It's not enough."

"Haha, if it's the Purge Fist and the Hwagumbong, they're excellent late indexes, can't it be?"

"It's an overstatement."

A small smile formed on Baek Moo-sung's lips as he answered. Although it was their first meeting, he liked Jin Wei-jing.

I don't know if it's because of the unique atmosphere that makes people feel comfortable, or because of the familiar size that reminds me of Cheol-woo.

"Let's go in. It's not a good place to have an important conversation."

"I agree."

It has already unintentionally attracted attention.

It was clear that there would be an uproar if even a word about the sword castle came out while so many eyes were watching.

"Okay then."

Jin Wei-gyeong, who nodded lightly, took the lead and started walking.

In the midst of the pouring eyes and cheers, Baek Moo-seong, who was following him, hesitated.

It was because he couldn't feel the presence of the priests following him.

'what?'

Baek Moo-seong looked back and saw Cheol-wu standing tall like a steel tower. He was staring at something.

"Second."

At Baek Moo-sung's call, Cheol-wu's head turned.

"Yes, metabolic."

"Is anything going on?"

"no. nothing."

Eun-hyang, who was next to Cheol-woo, suddenly interrupted.

"It's not. Iron Brother just looked at someone."

"Did you know someone?"

Cheol-woo shook his head at once. His thick torso slightly covered the silver scent.

"Could it be? Except for going out with Master a couple of times, I've been confined to the main mountain."

"that… … yes."

"I was just looking for an aide because I suddenly felt sick to my stomach."

"okay?"

44 Yes. That's why I'm telling you, why don't you stop by for a while?"

"How long have you seen Sophie?"

Cheol-woo deliberately hardened his face.

"If you look at the big things first, the small things will be solved as well, but you can't solve the big things by looking at the small things, right?"

"… … uh, yes."

A corner of Baek Moo-seong felt uncomfortable. It may have been because of the smooth answers of the second priest, who always spoke incoherent words.

"Second, are you thinking of something else???… His words did not follow. It was because Lord Jinwi, who had stopped walking before he knew it, asked with a puzzled face.

"Baeksohyup. Is something going on?"

"Oh, no. My priest said he had urgent business."

"What business do you mean?"

"that… … Go to the toilet."

"ah."

The people who were listening to the conversation between the two burst into laughter.

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Cheol-woo scratched the back of his head with a embarrassed face.

"sorry."

"No. Traveling must have accumulated from coming to my parents' house, so I hope you get some rest."

Baek Moo-seong nodded his head after thinking for a moment. After all, it's the two of them that have important conversations. It was better to let him rest than to leave him yawning or yawning next to him.

"Daehyeop Jin also allowed it, so do it."

"A big overlord, not a dialogue type. me too?"

"okay. don't you like it?

yes. I just want to stay next to the ambassador."

Jin Wi-gyeong smiled at Eun-hyang's reaction, which nodded vigorously.

"I guess that's all right. Baek Sohyup?"

"Ah yes. Please go."

Baek Moo-seong moved on with a confused face. But soon after, he brushed it off.

'Could something happen in that moment?'

Cheol-woo, who was looking at the group walking far away, was approached by a warrior from Taewon's Jinga.

"I will guide you to the side."

"What is the side relationship?"

"yes?"

"It's all mountains, but you can just pack them on the side of the road. Isn't it?"

The people around them burst into laughter.

There was a prejudice, not a prejudice, that someone from the old file room would be somehow arrogant and rude, but Cheol-woo's cool talk seemed to pierce everyone's stomach.

"Oh, yes. No way."

"Even though it's a periphery, the mountains around here are beautiful, so come cheap and enjoy the scenery!"

"Look, the right to defeat! It's fate that we met like this, so can I recommend one of the best places?"

Cheol-woo burst into a hearty laugh.

"Hahaha! It's a great place, that's good. But I don't want to go to your cheap place.

Let's see instead

"Cheolwoo, who was skimming through the people, raised his finger and pointed at one person.

"How about the chief over there guiding you?"

The middle-aged man, who had been looking at Cheol-woo with a bewildered face from earlier, was startled.

"Me, you mean me?"

"That's right, you."

A middle-aged man, Hwangtae Woo's complexion turned to poop.

"Slow down your speed. Let's go slowly from here."

"why?"

"Can't you see the horse is frothing? And when you arrive in a hurry, anyone can see, ah, that bastard was late. You're not going to think like this."

"That is oddly understandable."

We slowly let go of the reins.

It was a car that gradually began to see the panoramic view of Taewonjinga down the hill.

"Anyway, it's a huge crowd."

"I know. From what I've heard, you wouldn't have invited that many."

Even at a rough estimate, a crowd of hundreds of people was camped in front of the main gate of Jinga in Taewon.

Even a small cheer could be heard even though there was still a considerable distance.

'Did an idol come?'

I raised my spirits and focused on my ears. His hearing, which has become several times more sensitive than usual, captures all the cheers of people.

Moojin Hyuk, who was watching me quietly, asked.

"Is there a problem? Did a special guest come?"

"They say that Hwasan Malhak and Maehwa Stop Loss?"

"… … Is that a special issue?"

"I don't know. That's what it sounded like."

There was a limit to listening because the distance was quite long.

But anyway, anyway. What is the nickname? Is there a grudge against the volcanic wave?

At that time, Cheongpung, who was still lying on the horse's neck, opened his mouth.

"Benefactor. Hwasan Ilhak, Maehwa Samjeol?"

"Oh yeah?"

yes. I heard you clearly."

at this distance?

It's probably true because it's the words of Cheongpung, the most master among us.

"okay."

Unlike me, who nodded without much emotion, Hyuk Moo-jin was so surprised that he fell off his horse.

"Wow, Hwasan Ilhak! Three Seasons of Plum Blossoms!"

"Are you famous?"

"It's not just famous! They are the enemy disciples of Cheon Gum-in, who is a volcanic wave master!"

"Are you at the level of an idiot if you don't know?"

"If you are unmanned, you cannot know!"

"Uh, yes?"

I gently pointed behind my back. Cheongpung, whose eyes were wide open, was clapping.

"Wow, the nickname is great. But where do you say they are from?"

"Is it Shaolin Temple?"

are you crazy

These are the words of the person who is the youngest priest of the volcanic school.

Hyuk Moo-jin, who was silent for a long time, opened his mouth.

"Hwasan Ilhak, Maehwa Samjeol. Didn't you hear?"

"Volcanoes are good, plum blossoms are better!"

"… … Ah yes."

After all, forms are temporary, but classes are eternal.

'Dad is good, mom is not better, what is this?'

Are volcanoes the father and plum blossoms the mother?

While I was thinking about Cheongpung's brain structure, Hyuk Moo-jin came to his conclusion.

"Anyway, it's terribly famous."

"I see."

"okay."

"… … No, is that just the end of the reaction?"

"Then what kind of reaction did you want?"

"It's usually the same reaction as mine."

"Are you supposed to be so startled that you fall off your horse?"

Hyuk Moo-jin climbed into the saddle again and spoke passionately.

"Because that's about it. A disciple of the Heavenly Swordsman! The future of the volcanic wave!"

"I see. It's no joke."

I turned my head towards the blue wind.

"What is the name of the grandfather by any chance?"

"Write a scholar for every seed. Masonry."

"What is the nickname?"

"It's a swordsman."

"Mujin, did you hear?"

"yes."

Hyuk Moo-jin, who nodded with a puzzled expression, came to his senses. I can feel the enthusiasm to somehow spread the magnificence of Hwasan Ilhwa and Maehwa Samjeol.

"The Sword Master Maejonghak Daehyeop should be left out of the discussion. Honestly, isn't it like an adult getting involved in a children's fight?"

"So what is the conclusion?"

"Hwasan Ilhak is a high school that has already surpassed the latter index. If this is the case, there will be no problem with the next long-term writer. The other two members of Maehwa Samjeol are also objects of envy among young Murim people."

It's definitely great. Judging from the reviews, it seems that he is still at a very young age, but the public's evaluation is that he is at least world class.

"But why am I not very inspired?"

"that… … well."

Hyuk Moo-jin's expression, which had been pondering, suddenly withered.

"Now that I think about it, I don't feel like my heart beats so much, so much."

"okay?"

"yes. Hwasan Ilhak was once my idol."

A blue wind broke in.

"Isn't it because of the enemy grandfather?"

"uh?"

"Eh?"

"You are very strong. He wants to make a benefactor his disciple."

The last words are bullshit, but the first words were correct.

If swordsman Maijonghak is something above the clouds that is not easily drawn even in the head, Hwawang Jeokcheongang is a monster that reveals its true nature.

If a monster the size of a 4-story shopping mall appears right after experiencing a monster larger than a 100-story building, you will be less impressed.

"and… … "

Cheongpung stared straight at me and spoke slowly.

"The benefactor is strong enough."

"… … uh?"

"I mean it."

Something tickles a corner of my heart, but??… That statement is unmistakably true.

'I'm sure I'll be able to catch up soon in the near future.'

It took only a few months to go from a third-rate who didn't even know martial arts to a master at the peak.

It is difficult to even estimate how much I will have grown in one or two years.

For me, Hwasan Ilhak is a passageway, not an insurmountable wall.

"Thank you for your kind words."

Cheongpung replied with a bright smile.

"no. My grandfather said that you have to constantly take care of the weak-willed sewage."

This shit, it was mental care.

It was at that time that I was caught up in an inner conflict that wanted to split the crown of the blue wind.

'Hey, look. Iron small sword!"

"Huh, this middle-aged man sounds like an iron swordsman. You said you were going to be a platoon head earlier?"

"Ah, no iron coup! Earlier, I committed a great offense!"

"Did you do it? did you scream? Did you? cow?

Did you call me a cow again?"

"Hey! Oh no this is too much! How old am I… … yes. Elderly. Let's go upstairs and talk."

A huge young man reminiscent of Jinwigyeong, and a middle-aged man who was being dragged by him, who was about to enter the foothills next to the hill, saw us and stopped.

"Chief over there, do you have any business?"

Is that what I'm talking about?