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Chapter 432

“Yeah, a man should live honestly.”

“You’ve been trying to trick me, and I’ve fallen for it.”

“Teacher’s Tong.”

Chung-Myung, who held back his shy voice as if to hear it, eventually raised his upper body and threw the pillow.

“Scream! Get out!”

But the pillow he threw couldn’t fly as hard as usual and fell to the floor weakly.

Those who stood at the door and watched him giggled as if sesame salt was pouring.

“I don’t have power. I’m powerless.”

“They’re all dead.”

“Oh, my. Chung-Myung is all old. Oh, is it called plum inspection? You’re all old…….”

“No, he’s crazy and he’s destroying knights!”

Oh, my god!

Yoon-Jong thunderstormed Jo-Gol’s chin. Jo-Gol, who was unexpectedly beaten and dropped on the floor, sprang up with an expression of resentment.

“Oh, no. Why are you hitting me!”

“How dare you say that you’re old when you put the plum screen on your mouth! He’s gonna fry it in this oil!”

“……Oh, right.”

Chung-Myung, who was watching the executioners’ sheep, murmured as he laid back helplessly.

“You should die before you get sick.”

I’m the examination of plum blossoms, you bastards! I did!

No, they’re not going to check plum blossoms. I should’ve just talked to you until we could’ve done the same thing.

Why am I acting like I’m being treated like this. You look like…

“Oh, yeah.

Chung-Myung shuddered with the blanket up to his neck. My whole body ached and got cold.

“…I thought I was going to die.”

“I know, why did you play tricks?”

“Did I do this for my own good? Huh? Did you do it for me?”

Chung-Myung lay down and twinkled his eyes. But the disciples were not frightened at all. On the contrary, he was even more bubbly.

It’s not like you have to make fun of a tiger when its claws fall out.

But their enjoyment quickly ended. Sadly, the toothless tiger had a scary guardian.

“Don’t bother the patient and come out!”


“Too bad.”

“I’d like to do a little more…”….”

“Right now! Get out!”

Dang-Soso shouted and glared.


Then Baek Cheon and the rest of the disciples stepped away from the door with a sullen face. Soso, a quaint, is not scary, but Soso, a lawmaker, is scary.

“Lay down straight, death penalty.”


Chung-Myung laid down right away, and Dang-Soso carefully put a cool towel on his forehead.

“Tell me, why the hell did you do that?”

“No, I’m just saying that Apyeong……!”



The second wet towel was bitterly stuck in Chung-Myung’s face.

“How dare you.”

“……Yes, to persuade the party’s elders…….”


Dang-Soso, briefly tongue-tied, removed a wet towel from Chung-Myung’s face.

“My muscles were surprised. No matter how much the death penalty is, I’ve cut off so many seasons, and it’s weird if they’re fine.”

Then another buzzing voice came from the door.

“I’m done with my sword!”

“Right, kendo! You told me that I made a sword! You lose!”

“Get out!”

Dang-Soso shook his fist and shouted, leaving the rest of the disciples in a twinge.

“Anyway, seriously!”

Humans can’t live up to their ages! Your age!

She shakes her head and looks at Chung-Myung.

“Anyway, how are you now?”

“…my right arm won’t move.”

“It’s gonna move, it’s gonna work.”

Dang-Soso kicked his tongue.

It’s wrong if your arms move after you cut that much for the rest of your life.

‘He’s not really a person.’

Either way, it’s great that you did it.

Dang Hopyong also thought there was plum blossom inspection, so he took out a very long chunk of it, but if it were just casting it in a dang family, he would not have dreamed of it.If you pour molten iron separately, the chances of metal splashing increase, and the chances of people going bad increase dramatically.

So in the end, Chung-Myung’s father-in-law became a little safer.

‘So I’m sure I should be grateful.’

Why am I so pathetic…….Why are you so…….

It was great that a man who made hundreds of pieces in his later years looked pathetic.

“Muscles are muscles, but I’m exhausted because I used too much history, so I have to stay put for a while. Okay?”


When Chung-Myung answered, Dang-Soso rose from his seat. But thinking she was going to go outside, she walked slowly toward the corner of the room.

A little embarrassed, Chung-Myung rolled his eyes.


Soon after, Dang-Soso, who scoured behind a small farm, hugged an armful of liquor bottles and shook his eyes.

“I’ll just pour it in my face!”


“Get some rest!”

Even she went outside and finally became silent. Chung-Myung stared at the ceiling with empty eyes.

“Oh, my God, my fate.”

You suffer, and you can’t drink alcohol.

a lengthy death sentence

Do I have to live like this? What?

What are you talking about?


I think he’s gotten a little cold lately.

Is it just me?

* * *

The next afternoon.

“Well, I don’t have a body even if I rest.”

Oh, my God, this is why old people die.…. No. I’m young, right?

Chung-Myung headed to the workshop with a frown on his face.

Maybe because I overworked myself, I took a full day off and kept on exercising, but my body didn’t return. However, he could not just lie in the room.

Making a permanent iron sword is a big focus for Hwasan in the future. I couldn’t let such a thing go its own way.

“Just make it up. I’m going to root out the pillars of the party!”

With his eyes lit, he headed for Dang Hoppyong’s workshop. And I laughed in vain because I was dumbfounded.

“Look at this! Look at this! It’s been a day and you haven’t even started!”

I was lazy, and I was just…

There’s no hammer sound, and there’s no sign of popularity.

Oh, my God!

There aren’t even people!


……why aren’t there people? That can’t be right.

Chung-Myung, who was looking around the workshop, just caught a man passing by.

“Excuse me.”

“Oh! Hwasan Shinryong Chung-Myung stamp!”

“I’m asking you, where are all the people here?”

“Ah, this is a workshop for extracting ingots, and soaking is done elsewhere. Go straight over there and go behind a large fore angle.”

“Oh, yes. Thank you.”

Chung-Myung bowed politely and wobbled diligently toward the great battleground.

As the angle of war approached, the welcome sound grew louder.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoo!

“Yes! I love the hammer sound!”

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

“…I love the sound of the hammer.”

Something boisterous was heard louder and louder. It’s good that people who work are noisy means they have energy, but the problem was that the content was not unusual.


“For God’s sake, don’t miss it!”

“More! More! More! What are you doing? I’ve heated it up! Hit me more!”

“Don’t you hit it straight?”


Chung-Myung tilted his head and headed backward.

What’s all this fuss about making a sword…….

“Is that your mom?”

Chung-Myung’s eyes are wide open.It was a big workshop.

The main gate of the workshop, which was not comparable to the one seen before, was wide open, and artisans of the Tang family were hammering down all the red-hot metal balls.

How many of them are there?’

One, two, uh……. 10? 20?

The large number of people sweated in front of the charcoal-fired brazier holding hammers as tall as themselves.


The person who took out a hot season and grabbed it with a tong shouted.


Whoops! Whoops!

A series of hammers were struck and sparks flew everywhere.

“What a piece of iron is so hard!”

“For God’s sake, and why are you cooling down so fast!”

“I hit it more than ten times, but why won’t it open!”

And from the mouths of the dang masters almost burst out with evil.


Seeing the scene, Chung-Myung stealthily shut up.

Uh… I mean, this is…….

It’s a little different from what I thought…….


“You’re a man of no will you? What did you do to collapse? Shift now!”


One of the people who had been hammering endlessly ended up falling back.

The problem was that people around him didn’t react to the collapse. When the fallen tooth was dragged out, the waiting man quickly filled the spot.

“For God’s sake, it’s cold! Heat it up again!

“…, by when do I have to hit this? I’ve been hitting it for half a day, but it’s not even half straight.”

“Did you think it was so easy to deal with the season? I think I’ll hit you seven days and seven nights!”

“Hey, seven weeks…….”

How many days?

It’s been half a day since I saw a person who’s been in a coma. Seven days?

At that time, a person walked out of the workshop looking around.

It was Dang Hopeong.

He kicked his tongue with his hands behind his back, and he groaned as if he was displeased.

” eiiing! expensive as if He can’t feed pijuktto over here and cheomeok How many times did you tap it? In the past, your fathers were hammering for three days and nights, and they had a drinking party!”


No, that means I’m going to drink and faint.

You shouldn’t interpret it that way.

“Gasp, grrrrr….”

“Salt! Get the salt here! It’s dehydration!”

“I sweated so much!”

Chung-Myung’s eyes trembled as if there had been an earthquake.

Is it a battlefield?

What’s all this fuss about making a knife?

“You’re here?”

Chung-Myung turned his head to the voice he heard then. Other Hwasan’s disciples were approaching with a tired face like Chung-Myung.

Chung-Myung asked.

“Since when has it been like that?”

“Because it was before sunrise, from the very dawn?”

It’s been much longer than half a day since the sun is up in the sky.

“But what’s wrong with that?”

Chung-Myung pointed to a lump of iron being beaten by a hammer. It was said to have been beaten for more than half a day, but the tip of the lump has only become blunt.

“It’s so hard that it won’t open.”

“So what do you do?”

“……til it’s open. A week and a half?”


Chung-Myung opened his mouth wide.

What’s so ignorant?


If you go to Sichundang, you’ll see something. When I say “sasak”, cheers! It’s supposed to have a taste that’s made. I didn’t know you’d just make it by changing people.

I should have known the essence of Dangbo since I saw him.’

This is also a grossly ignorant doorkeeper.

Then Dang Hopyong, who discovered Chung-Myung, rushed out.

“Hello, old man, sir.

“He, yeah.””Don’t worry. It’s going very well.”

“…I don’t think so.”

“Ha ha ha. It’s faster than I thought.”

“…I think the concept of time is a little off.”

Chung-Myung stared blankly at Dang Hopyong and asked.

“So how long does it take to finish this?”

“It doesn’t take long.”

“…I don’t think I’m going anywhere.”

“You get used to it.”

Chung-Myung opened his mouth to express his dissatisfaction at the soulless response. But before that, Dang Hopyong said firmly.

“These children are masters of the Dang family, too.


“It’s not easy to handle a situation where you can handle Han-chul directly. It looks a little foolish, but that’s the best way to understand Han-chul. Don’t worry, I’ll use my own way when I’m done with the training.”

The eyes of the old man seemed to be those of a craftsman who had supported the party for a lifetime.

Looking into his eyes, the world’s Chung-Myung could no longer risk his life.

“More than that!”

Then Dang Hopyong reached out his hand and dragged Chung-Myung.

“Please come this way.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Come on, come this way!”

Chung-Myung was dragged into the hands of Dang Hoppyong and headed inside the workshop.

When the innermost liver opened the door after passing through the furnace, a small charcoal furnace and an anvil were seen.

And on top of the anvil, there was a lump of iron. The light looked a little clearer than the last season I saw outside.

Chung-Myung tilted his head and asked.

“What is this?”

But Dang Hopyong didn’t answer and asked Chung-Myung suddenly.

“Here’s your hand.”

“What’s wrong with your hands?”

“Come on.”

Chung-Myung reached out dazedly.

Then Dang Hopyong suddenly picked up the knife next to him and cut Chung-Myung’s

“What the f*ck!”

Chung-Myung, who almost kicked Dang Hopyong reflexively, managed to stop quickly. I was even more surprised that I almost kicked the dying old man.

“Oh, I fight back when someone tries to hit me! What the hell are you doing?”

Dang Hoppyong, flinched as Chung-Myung burst into anger, said the reason with a shy face.

“You have to bleed.”


Dang Hopyong nodded.

“Cut your hand and sprinkle the blood on a lump of iron. Other places are fine, but the blood of the right hand that uses the sword would still be better.”

“What the hell are you going to do?”

When Chung-Myung still couldn’t clear his doubts, Dang Hopyong smiled quietly.

“You can’t make the sword of the sword like another iron sword. I’m going to make it myself. Especially.”


All of a sudden you’re going to make my sword?

“Why didn’t you ask me to do something?”

When asked in embarrassment, Dang Hopyong looked at him with a bit of a sad look.

“When I saw you struggling to cut your hair a little bit yesterday, I thought you were old, too.”No matter how many times you go, you can’t stop time.Yes.”


“If you’re weak, you should use a sword. It was heartbreaking to see that the swordsman was holding ordinary plum swords. I guess Han Cheol-goong came in. I’ll make a new one for you. Sword only for inspection!”

“My sword?”


Dang Hopyong nods firmly.

“It’s a sword of censorship, not anyone else. It will be the sword of the Hwasan First Men.”

“…Can I take that?”

No, so I’m plum inspection, but I’m not plum inspection either.It’s kind of vague and mysterious, so it’s a little…….

Chung-Myung, who also drinks lye for free, is in a different situation.

While watching Chung-Myung expressing his complex feelings, Dang Hopyong was just determined.

“Who else could use this sword made by Dang Hopyong if it weren’t for inspection? Please don’t hesitate to pour the blood. For recruits, knowing their owners comes first.”


While Chung-Myung was upset, he cut his palm and dropped blood on the ingot. Strangely, the blood that had fallen on top of the season did not flow sideways, but permeated completely.

“All right!”

Dang Hopyong sat in front of the anvil and put his hand to the charcoal burner.


In no time what harmony was made, charcoal burned and gave off a fierce heat.

“The sword of eternal youth and censorship.”

A smile formed around the wrinkled mouth of Dang Hopyong.

“Each person has a role.”


“I wondered why the old man was still alive and not dead, and this sword must have been my destiny.”

His voice echoed in a stately, and in a state of purity.

“Keep an eye on me, old sword, I’ll make you a sword with everything I have.”

Even the world’s Chung-Myung shut up due to the spirit of the master craftsman who had protected the party for a hundred years.

In time.

A hammer loaded with the soul of a craftsman began to strike in a single iron bar containing Chung-Myung’s blood.

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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