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Chapter 218

“What the f*ck are you stealing? You can’t put that out right now!”

“No! Someone gave it to me earlier! I didn’t steal it!”

“How dare you tell a big lie! Who in this troubled land would share my food with others? Aren’t you going to let go of that hand right now?”

The merchant, who was hitting the child, gave off a sniff.

“Oh, you don’t want to give it to me, do you? Let’s see if you don’t let go of your hand even if your wrist is cut off!”

Then he finally pulled out a large, waist-filled esophagus. It was the moment when the child held his hand and raised his esophagus high.

“What are you doing?”

Yoon-jong, who came running after hearing the child’s scream, shouted. And clasped the hand of a merchant with his esophagus.

“It’s like……!”

Angry at the unexpected interruption, the merchant quickly shut his mouth to the force of tightening his hands. In an instant, the tone eased.

“Oh, no, it doesn’t bother me for no reason, and he stole dumplings…….”

“What did you steal? I bought it here a while ago and handed it out!”

“……me, did you give it to me?”

Yoon-jong’s eyes became fierce.

“Hitting a child without knowing what’s going on. What kind of person would that be?!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir! I think you’re an outsider.…. There was no one in distress who distributed food to others, so I thought I would have stolen it.”

Yoon-jong’s face hardens.

“But even so. Trying to cut off a child’s hand for stealing things. How can a man do that!”

“Well, I was just trying to scare you! It’s real!”

Yoon-jong, who had been staring at the merchant for a long time when he heard the merchant die, finally let go of his wrist.

And asked in a serious tone.

“Isn’t this place so generous?”

The merchant touched his wrist in tears and tightened his waist while looking around.

“Uh, how can you give someone something to eat? I don’t have anything to put in my mouth.”


“Everyone will starve to death. You saw it on the way here.”

Yoon-jong sighs.

“I understand the situation, but it’s wrong to mess with the child!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Strictly distraught, he lifted his gaze at the merchant and raised the fallen child.

“Are you all right?”

“……Well, I’m fine…….”

I don’t think about taking care of my child’s injury, but I just stare at my hands.

Tears filled the eyes of the child who was watching the dumpling, which had been crushed by the trampled wind and covered in dirt.

“I have to get it for my brother…….”

Yoon-jong smiled pitifully and tapped the child on the shoulder.

“Don’t worry. I’ll buy you a new dumpling.”

“Gee, really?”


Jo-Gol nodded unconsciously at the sight.

‘You’re definitely an expert.”

I can’t believe you’re taking care of the difficulties in this situation.

I was ashamed of myself for not taking care of the difficulties around me because I was only concentrated on the grass.

‘I’ll take a leaf out of your book.’….’


Jo-Gol replied quickly.

“Yes, death penalty!”



Yoon-jong turns his head.

With a slightly crooked head, he looked at Jo-Gol with transparent, blameless eyes.

“I’ve spent all my money.”


“Open your pockets.”


“Hurry up.”

Death penalty

Why is that benevolence not exercised on the death penalty.


It’s been robbed.

Not only the money in his pocket, but also the money he had in his sleeve and even the last emergency money he had put in his socks were all taken away.”Chung-Myung only learns strange things from him.”

How can you shake a man so clean that he doesn’t have a grain of dust left?

“……the death penalty—what do we eat when we go back if we take it all away?”

“You’re saying all sorts of course. You have the security, don’t you?”

“……that’s the case, but we have somewhere to spend our money…….”

“Where to spend money? Is there a place to spend money in Unnam?”

No, we don’t.

No, it wasn’t.

You’re right. I have never seen a proper city while I was arriving in Gonmyeong from Sacheon. All I saw was desolate fields and mountainous areas.

“When you go back to Sacheon, you can go home and spend money on it. What’s wrong with a rich son?”

“Well, still…….”

Yoon-jong’s head sneaks back toward Jo-Gol.



Jo-Gol quietly closed his mouth when he saw Chung-Myung’s craziness in Yoon-Jeong’s eyes.

‘No, what kind of eyes…….’

If I open my mouth wrong, I think I’ll get porridge.

‘Everyone’s been weird.’

Where did the benevolent Yoon-jong go?

Sad Jo-Gol sighed deeply.

Meanwhile, Yoon-jong was buying grain and dumplings from Jo-Gol and giving them to the children.

No matter how many times I distributed it, the number of children did not decrease.

“Ha, one more, please.”

“Here it is.”

“Can I eat this? Can I really eat it?”

“Eat a lot. If you’re hungry, come out tomorrow. I’ll give it to you tomorrow.”

“……thank you. Thank you very much.”

Yoon-jong bites his lips a little.

You can see the thin ribs between the rag-like clothes. As soon as the child grabbed the dumpling, he hurriedly pushed it into his mouth and started giggling.

“What are you doing, without getting any water?”


Jo-Gol ran silently to the well.

When Chung-Myung was defeated without knowing the death penalty, or when he overturned Hawasan, Yoon-jong would sigh, but he did not get angry.

When he got so angry, it felt completely different from when Chung-Myung got angry.

“First of all, as dead as a mouse, let’s do as we’re told!”

Jo-Gol’s survival instinct whispered so.

Jo-Gol, who got water from the well, distributed it to the children.

I bought dumplings and grains that I couldn’t even hold with both hands, but they ran out in no time. Yoon-jong was sombre as he looked at the floor of the empty sack.


The children’s eyes quickly lose vitality when they know that all the bags of grain have been empty.

Yoon-jong bit his lips gently.

Usually children are thoughtless.

To be exact, when something happens, I don’t think about why.

If what other children receive does not come back to them, they should get angry and throw tantrums. Not looking into Yoon-jong’s situation.

But these kids just cry like they’re used to this and don’t get mad at Yoon-Jong.

That made Yoon-jong unbearable.

He turned his head around and said to Jo-Gol.

“Buy more.”

“Didn’t you shake off all the money? I don’t have any money now.”

“Have you hidden anything?”

“You’ve robbed me of all the nest egg money! Now, even if I try to eat and die, I don’t have any more.”


Yoon-jong crouched his face and looked around at the children.

The crying children bit their lips tightly and bowed their heads.

“Thank you.”

“It’s okay. We’re not hungry.”

There is a vein on Yoon-jong’s forehead.He grabbed the belt and pulled out the sword from his waist. The children cringed momentarily as if they were frightened by the sight.

But Yoon-jong put the sword out to Jo-Gol without saying a word.

“Go sell this and get some grain.”

Jo-Gol’s face is stiff.

“Death penalty, this is a plum sword!”

“I have eyes, too.”

“The death penalty is inevitable if you sell the Divine Divine Body as you please! Why are you doing this?”

“Did you say disciplinary action?”


“Why did the long man sell the sword to feed the children?””


That’s not true.

He’s not that kind of person.

Why didn’t you sell knives? He’d be mad at Jo-Gol.

“Not much to say. I am a Taoist before the inspection. You can’t watch children starve to protect a sword that fights people. Hurry up and sell this and get some grain.”

“Death, death penalty, but…….”

Despite his stubborn words, a loud voice burst out of Yoon-jong’s mouth as Jo-Gol hesitated as if he could not follow this alone.

“Come on!”

Then, a savior appeared in the helpless Jo-Gol.

“What happened?”

“Household, private!

Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong, who discovered Baek Cheon, bowed their heads deeply.

Baek Cheon frowned as he watched the children gathered with a sack of grain in Yoon-Jong’s hand.

“I think we need to hear what’s going on.”

Yoon-jong swallowed a dry saliva and calmly opened his mouth.

In a little while.

Baek Cheon, who had heard all the explanations, sighed with an eyebrow.


“Yes, private residence.”

Yoon-jong is lowering his head.

“I know how you feel, but I drop a few drops of water on the rice fields that have dried up in the drought. Nothing changes at all. Do you know?”

“……Yes, I know, private.”

Baek Cheon sighed when he saw Yoon-jong’s eyes responding calmly.

“You know, but you don’t want to change your mind.”

“I’m sorry.”

Yoon-jong also knows what he is doing.

There are times and places to give with a good heart.

Their purpose is to ask around for information about licorice without being noticed in distress.

But if you distribute grain and work like this, people’s eyes naturally gather. Even if Baek Cheon gets angry at Yoon-jong, it’s not an excuse.

Baek Cheon nodded.

“Well, then hurry up.”


Baek Cheon took out a forepack from his arms and threw it at Jo-Gol.

Jo-Gol, who took the forebag, blinked.


“There won’t be much grain in Gonmyeong Shopping Center. Buy everything you can for now.”

“Do you mind? Do you mind?”

“The mission is, of course, important.”

Baek Cheon said firmly.

“However, if I say that I turned a blind eye to the naked in order to accomplish my mission successfully, would the writers and elders say that I did a good job?”

Stopping for a moment, he shook his head.

“It’s wrong. I look forward to the glory of Hawasan. But the glory of Hawasan is meaningless without consultation. Where does Hasan stand on top of other literary groups if we put down a consultation?”

Jo-Gol nods his head.

“Of course, I do not mean that I will follow the negotiations regardless of the situation. But I don’t think there’s any problem right now. So hurry up.”


It doesn’t add up.

I don’t think there’s any problem, do you want me to hurry?

As Jo-Gol looked wonderfully, Baek Cheon glanced around with slightly prickly eyes. And whispered quietly.”Before Chung-Myung finds out, come on!”

“……I’ll be right back!”

Jo-Gol rushed to buy the grain.

The remaining Baek Cheon and Yoon-jong nervously examined whether Chung-Myung was coming from afar.

“Here it is!”

“Here it is.”

“There’s still a lot left, so don’t rush!”

With a large grain bag in the middle, Yoon-jong, Jo-Gol, and Baek Cheon shared the grain together. It was clearly distributed only to the children who were gathered, but how the rumor spread, other children flocked like clouds.

“Have there been so many children?”

“Konmyeong is a big city. They’re all starving and can’t go out there.”

“I don’t think we’re going to have enough grain…….”

Baek Cheon breathed a low sigh.

“You have to do as much as you can.”

Baek Cheon bit his lips a little while watching the crowd of children.

Although he was not a person who usually prides himself on being merciful, I can’t stand the children’s scruffy bones.

His leadership of the party should blame Yoon-jong for unexpectedly attracting attention. But honestly, I’m grateful to Yoon-jong for doing what he couldn’t do first.

“Let’s get this over with!”

“Yes, private residence!”

Yoon-jong hands out dumplings and pats the child’s head.

“Eat a lot.”

“Go, thank you.”

The big eyes are a little frightened. Even though food and grain are being distributed, they remain vigilant against strangers.

It must mean that they suffered that much.

“I think it’s getting more and more.”

“Now we’re getting adults. Hmm…….”

Baek Cheon narrowed the middle of his forehead. At this rate, the spotlight will really be on.

‘If you leave the grain here…….’

No way.

Then there will be several accidents. It could be a hell of a lot of trouble. You’ll die and kill each other to get one more piece.


It was then.

“Oh, my God!”

The heads of the three people who were distributing grain flashed up.


Baek Cheon’s face hardens.

a white coat with a half-covering top The skin of an animal hung over it.

‘Beast Palace……’

Before I knew it, the gateways of the Beast Palace were walking toward the disciples of Hwasan.

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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