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Chapter 179


Heo Do-jin put the teacup in his hand on the table.

“Hwasan’s children humiliated and returned?”

Ho Sanja was just closing his eyes without a word.

“In vain.”

“Yes, a man of letters.”

“It’s strange, obviously something to be ashamed of, but you don’t see any shame in your face. How am I supposed to accept this?”

Ho Sanja sighed low at the meagre rebuke.

“The Long Man.”

“Tell me at ease.”

“The reason I’m not ashamed is because I did the best I could.”


“If I had gone through these things because I was careless or foolish, I would of course have asked a long-term man to reprimand me. One…….”

“There is nothing to be ashamed of because you did your best, and you just lacked the strength?”

“That’s right.”

Heo Do-jin’s brow is slightly narrowed.

Ho Sanja combines prudence and the power to lead people. So it was one of the most trusted. It means that such a person’s saying this was a force majeure.

“I went to the sword and was humiliated, and I came back with nothing, and I am not ashamed…….”

Holding the teacup again, Heo Do-jin took a sip of the tea. And soon there was a sigh.

The clatter, the sound of putting down the teacup, rang.

“If you say so, so be it.”

“……long man.”

“If there was nothing in the first place, there would be nothing to be gained. It’s not your fault.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s nothing to be sorry about.”

A wry smile hung over the mouth of the head-shaking Heo Do-jin.

“In essence, greed is anger. Our shaman tried to have more than a few. I’m glad I didn’t get too angry. Forgive me for sending my disciples unnecessarily and causing them to suffer.”

“How can it be because it’s so long?”

“Greed has lost its temper. I’m so enchanted by the name of mixed fabric and Yakson. I didn’t expect Yakson to build such a place.”

It was Heo Do-jin laughing at the thought of being played by a man two hundred years ago.

“In the end, Muhak is vain? That’s what the man who left with nothing to say.”

Ho Sanja tilted his head as if it was hard to understand.

One, Heo Do-jin didn’t bother explaining what he understood to Ho Sanja. Sometimes it’s better not to know.

He just closed his eyes slightly and arranged his thoughts. Then I opened my eyes again and asked Ho Sanja.

“But one thing.”


“There’s something I don’t understand. Did you say you were in the same league with Hawasan’s kid?”

“That’s right.”

The gap between Heo Do-jin’s eyes narrows.

Ho Sanja’s power is not the greatest of shamans. No, I could say that I’m a little slow if I were to think about martial arts.

The problem is that Ho Sanja is also an elder shaman. It’s not enough to blend in with a child who may have just become the terms and conditions. Never

But isn’t Ho Sanja, who is no one else, acknowledging that fact himself?

“Are you a genius?”

“You’re a genius.”

Heo Do-jin sighed low.

Ho Sanja continued calmly.

“I’m confident that I would have won if I had kept the game as it was. But that doesn’t mean anything.”

“Right, it’s natural to win.”

“The problem is, I don’t know how much time I had to take to overpower him. Which means….””Same number.”

“That’s right.”

As Ho Sanja said, it means the game can be turned upside down even with the physical condition and small luck of the day. That’s pretty much a tie.

“Huh. You mean the three great disciples of Hawasan are equal to the elders of the shaman? When my kid knocked Mu Jin down, I laughed it off.”

It’s become something that I can’t laugh anymore.

“Hwasan is a genius……, a genius.”

The thoughtful Do-jin’s hands were slightly cluttered. His fingertips, which were holding the tea cup heavily, repeatedly press the surface of the cup and fall.

Ho Sanja, who guessed the complicated screening of Jang Moon-in, shut up and waited for him to organize his thoughts.

Only after a cup of tea cools down does Heo Do-jin open his mouth.

“I’ll leave it alone.”

“Do you mind?”

“I know what you want to say. In the past, Hawasan was the capitalist of Doga, and once came close to putting his name in front of a shaman. It is certainly impossible to stand by and see that such a place has become a genius. But.”

Heo Do-jin continued in a low voice.

“There is a limit to what a genius can do. Especially in a ruined literary group like Hawasan. The child will eventually fall tired of its own grass while dragging a literary group named Hawasan.”

“It wasn’t an ordinary child. Aside from his talent for nothing, he combined his judgment and boldness.”

“You must have had a better view of the child.”

Ho Sanja nods heavily.

“I persuaded him that I would accept him as a disciple of the shaman if I wanted to.”

“……that much?”

“I said I could get a position as a future long-lived man.”

The gap between Heo Do-jin’s eyes narrows.

This obviously goes beyond the authority of the elder. Nevertheless, to speak so proudly, meant that if Heo Do-jin had seen the child with his eyes, he would have said the same thing.

‘Can there be any further evaluation?’

to be difficult

This was more of a tribute than a marvel.


“Even so, it’s no different.”


“I can only build up my reputation on my own. It is impossible to lead a literary group in one’s. The power of many must be combined, and there must be a firm sense of subjectivity in all of them. The child can’t afford all of that.”

Heo Do-jin shakes his head.

“Let’s wrap up at a level where we can adequately strengthen our surveillance of Hasan.”

“Hana, the long man, I’m still worried about the kid.”

“There’s nothing to worry about. Maybe by the time you see him again, you’ll know what I mean.”

Ho Sanja nodded reluctantly.

“All right.”

“Get yourself together. You have a lot of work to do.”

“Yes, a man of letters. Then….”

Ho Sanja bowed and got up.

Standing in front of the door as if he were about to leave, he suddenly stopped again. And I opened my mouth.

“By the way…”


Ho Sanja turns his head and asks while looking at Heo Do-jin.

“What if the child knew what the long writer said?”

“……that alone cannot lead the literary circle?”


Heo Do-jin is lost in thought for a moment. But soon he was adamant.

“That’s not going to happen. And even so, it won’t make a difference. Talent isn’t something you can cultivate just by making up your mind.””……okay.”

Like this.

When Ho Sanja closed the door and left, Ho Do-jin took the teacup and took it to his mouth.

What if I knew?’

The answer is the same.

It won’t happen.

Because this has nothing to do with how great a description and how clever the child is.

All of this can be learned only by experience. So you’ll never realize it while you’re young and energetic.

The child won’t be as young as he is when he finally experiences it.

But only one…….

What if it really happens?

‘Hwasan’s name may eventually be in front of the shaman.’

Heo Do-jin had a slight grin.

That’s too much.’

Too much.

* * *

Argh! Argh!



Jo-Gol, who had fallen over to the morrow, trembled his hands and groped his neck as he was convulsing.

Stick together.

It didn’t even break.

I was worried that my neck might have broken because it turned so violently, but fortunately, it seems that there is nothing wrong.

Then came the pain now.


to be sick

Personally, it hurts a lot.

When Jo-Gol grabbed his chin and started rolling on the floor, Chung-Myung clicked his tongue at the sight.

“Tsk, tsk, look at the cry.”

Jo-Gol flipped his eyes.

That’s what you call a crybaby?

I thought I lost my jaw for a second.

“Stop being such a crybaby and get up. My love for the death penalty still remains this overflowing.”

I’ll change my mind if I have that d*mn love twice, you crazy!

Jo-Gol sprang up from his seat, blinking his eyes.

At one point all of Hawasan’s disciples began to feel the same way.

There’s no way to run away from him!’

He’s more persistent than a hound, more persistent than a horse. It’s a guy who makes up his mind somehow.

Apart from that, running away from here and whining won’t take your strength out of that fist!

Then what?

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Just once! Let’s beat him once!”

Jo-Gol flipped his eyes and rushed towards Chung-Myung. Although the interrogation and blood had somehow become a conflict, Chung-Myung smiled at the willingness of the situation.

Of course, laughing like that doesn’t make a person look good.

Who would look like a man who breaks the death penalty with a big smile?

“Yes, yes, yes! Let’s go!”

Argh! Argh!

“My back is empty!”

Argh! Argh!

“Death penalty!”


“My feet are empty!”


Eventually, tears gushed out of Jo-Gol’s eyes.

Chung-Myung’s foot was trampled on the back of his foot, complaining of intense pain.

“Waist! Waist! Waist! Waist! Waist!”

Jo-Gol realized that there were so many parts of the human body that he could call waist.

Horses are all the same waist, so how can you punch every inch of them?


Jo-Gol folded his waist and half lost his mind. Then Chung-Myung immediately whacked him off with a neat contraction.

The scream of Aslai Jo-Gol rang out.


Chung-Myung flashed in search of the next prey. Yoo-Esul, who flinched at the look, grabbed the sword tightly and said proudly.

“Don’t go easy on me because I’m a woman…….”


“Huh? What?”


Yoo-Esul jumped at Chung-Myung with spite in his eyes. Her sword cuts Chung-Myung’s throat with a sharp edge.

He’s going to slit his throat!Chung-Myung smiled as he looked at the sharp sword.

“Look at your life.”


Avoiding Yoo-Esul’s sword, Chung-Myung began to mince Yoo-Esul’s entire body.

“You don’t seem to understand that it’

Whoops! Whoops!

“It’s not light to lose strength. It’s only light when it’s light. A three-year-old kid can swing it lightly, kid!”


Yoo-Esul held the sword with a tearful shout. Chung-Myung’s body trembled a little and appeared behind her.

“Euracha, back!”

Chung-Myung, who fired a series of twelve shots at once and tapped Yoo-Esul’s back, turned his body around.

“The end!”


Yoo-Esul, who fell to the floor, flinched and twitched.

“Well, I think we’ve done enough…….”

Chung-Myung smiled refreshingly as he looked at the private quarters and the death penalty scattered on the floor.

“Let’s take a break and do it again.”

“Hey, you son of a b*tc*!”

“Are you a man? You’re still a human being?”

“Oh, my ancestor! What priest beats the death penalty like this?”

Those who were lying down raised their heads like lightning and cursed Chung-Myung with all kinds of words.

“Huh? What? I can’t hear well because it’s too weak.”

When Chung-Myung pretends to touch his ear, the intensity of swearing becomes stronger.

And as he watched the scene from afar, the top ephodist ended up with a delightful smile.

It’s a mess.

Now I know why Sodanju told me to be careful of Chung-Myung.

The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung.
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The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung. After slicing the head of the peerless Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, he slept an eternal sleep on the peak of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Jumping over a hundred years, he comes back in the body of a child. But… what? Mount Hua declined? What the hell are you talking about!? It’s only natural to want to live if you’re going broke. “Decline? Even though I’m here? Who would dare!” Plum blossoms eventually fall. But when the cold winter passes and spring comes, plum blossoms shall bloom again. “But I’m gonna die first before Mount Hua gets revived! If you’re gonna go bust, might as well do it right, you bastards!” The beginning of the Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung’s solitary struggle to save the thoroughly declining Mount Hua Sect


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