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Chapter 76


Death, death penalty.

“…….”

“What’s going on? No matter how hard it is to praise us…….”

Baek Cheon couldn’t say anything even in his voice calling for himself. It was the same with him that surprised me.

A feast is in front of them.

In terms of secular concept, it may not be enough to call it a feast, but in terms of Hawasan, it was almost no different from the food eaten by the emperor.

First of all, that.

That one! That one!

“……isn’t it meat?”

“Huh.”

Baek Cheon rubbed his eyes.

What was in front of him now was clearly food made of evidence of the sin of killing a living animal and taking the flesh.

How can something so cruel happen in cleanliness?

“Where did the money come from?”

That’s what I’m saying!

Where did the money come from in Wasan? Where did the meat come from?

“Well, wait a minute. Capital punishment. Come to think of it, the inside of the restaurant has changed. I thought it was awkward because it’s been such a long time, don’t you think something is shiny and clean?”

“……Come to think of it.”

Baek Cheon looked around. The entire cabinet is not newly built, but it certainly looks like it has been renovated. All the holes and old places that seemed to fall have been fixed.

“There are new halls, restaurants are being fixed. And now the meat is on the table!”

“…….”

“I don’t know what happened to Hasan while we were away. You don’t have to be a god anywhere.”

Baek Cheon laughed in vain.

What a retread! Hawasan is a land abandoned by the god of wealth.

If there is only one literary faction in the world that can argue with openness over civilization, it is Hwasan.

No, openness will not be worse off than wasan. Opening is just a group of beggars, but opening itself is not poor.

What a fortune to have such a Hawaiian.

What else is so out of place?

Baek Cheon lifted his head and looked at the crying sword.

“Sasuk, what about these foods?”

“These are the foods the Lord of the Apocalypse prepared to praise you. Eat a lot.”

Why do you sound so insignificant?

Where’s the private residence who’s been eating grass for 30 years and thought he’d become one with the rabbit, not the sword?

What was even stranger in the meantime was the reaction of the three great disciples.

The three great disciples who attended the ceremony to celebrate the disciples of Ewha Womans University were not surprised even though meat was placed in front of them.

I’m just looking at the table with a stern look.

Baek Cheon listened slightly and overheard the conversation of the three great disciples.

“I’m tired of meat. Is there anything different? Like fish.”

“A madman is looking for fish in the mountains. Do you want to be beaten with the head of a fish?”

What the hell are you talking about, crazy people?

What? Are you tired of meat?

Baek Cheon, who became frustrated when he couldn’t understand the situation, opened his mouth.

“No…….”

“Khhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“Hmmm! Hmmm! Hmmm!”

“…….”

No, I was going to open my mouth.

Turning his head to the side, Baek Cheon shut his mouth at the sharp gaze of the death penalty.

Let’s eat first.’

‘You must be eating meat because you’re rich. We’ve only had a year of wall music now.’

Pressed by the eyes and spirits of the death penalty, Baek Cheon coughed up and opened his mouth.

“If the elders and the elders don’t come, may I have a meal first?”

“Hmm? Oh, I didn’t notice. Come on, hold it.””Yes, of course.”

Woon-gum took chopsticks and put a piece of meat in his mouth. As a sign of that, the death penalty began frantically teasing chopsticks.

Papapapad!

The food jumps into Ho Gong.

But there was nothing to worry about. The chopsticks flew to Ho Gong and snatched the fish before it even landed on the floor.

Baek Cheon closed his eyes as he looked at the abyss.

It may seem excessive, but it’s actually a matter of course. Hawasan was the poorest people in the world, and his disciples were the poorest people in the world.

All they have eaten here is a little grain powder, pine needles, and a few nuts. It was a good meal to say the least, the cheapest diet in the world.

Besides, thanks to this training, I’ve been living off the wall for a year.

Like Baek Cheon, those who have some family time can buy food with money they spent at home, but those who haven’t can’t have smelled meat for years already.

Of course my eyes are spinning.

Meanwhile, Baek Cheon’s three great disciples, who are eating leisurely, come into his eyes.

Looking at them nonchalant, I realize that these foods are now nothing special in Wasan.

“Sasook.”

Ungum, who was not eating, turns his head and looks at Baek Cheon.

“Why? Don’t you like the food?”

“It’s not like that……. It’s because he doesn’t understand the current situation. What the hell happened to Hasan while we were away?”

“I see. I didn’t think of your position.”

The sword laughed.

“It’s too long a story to tell now. You’ll find out gradually. All you need to know is that a piece of luck has rolled into Hawasan.”

“Blessing?”

It was that moment.

Bang!

The door opens wide. The disciples of Ewha Womans University, who were eating food, flinched and tried to get up from their seats. Anyone who can boldly open the door like this must be an elder…….

‘Huh?’

“Was there a young elder like that?’

That can’t be true!’

Surprisingly, it was a blue child who opened the door. Chung-Myung, who followed Jang Moon-in, shuddered inside.

“Here’s your seat.”

When Jo-Gol raised his hand slightly, Chung-Myung leaned his head toward the sword and headed for the seat with a thud. And those who were sitting nearby sneaked up and made it easier for Chung-Myung to pass by.

Baek Cheon squinted at the sight.

“They care about him?”‘

Of course it can be. If everyone is polite and nice kids.

However, the three great disciples Baek Cheon knew were sincere and quick-witted, but they didn’t go very well with the word “goodness”.

There is only one thing such people do naturally.

“That little one has taken over the three great disciples?’

It’s unbelievable.

But there was too much evidence that made it hard to be true. The seat that the children left empty is the center seat, and Yoon-jong and Jo-Gol are sitting on the left and right sides of the seat.

Yoon-jong is the metabolite of the three great disciples, and Jo-Gol is the strongest of the three great disciples.

You’re saying you’re using your cause and power?’

But how the hell did that little boy get them? Besides…”Why doesn’t he say anything?’

That guy who kicked in the door a while ago was quite rude. You can excuse me thinking that there is no great disciple or fortune-teller inside, but if you have done so, it is polite to apologize properly.

If you are a prosecutor who usually values courtesy, you should have said something. But he was nonchalantly using chopsticks as if he had nothing to do with it.

The more I look at it, the less I know.’

Baek Cheon shakes his head. In his eyes, Chung-Myung was seen talking to the children’s eyes.

“Why are you so angry again?”

“Go to the top of the galaxy.”

“……there again.”

“I know. I’m not some kind of a messenger!”

Yoon-jong grinned at Chung-Myung’s complaint.

“You liked it at first.”

“That’s one or two times. Yes.”

Chung-Myung is scratching his head.

“But it’s a relief that we only have to deliver it to the branches in harmony, I would have lied down if I had told you to go to the West Bank.”

Seeing Yoon-jong comforting Chung-Myung and Jo-Gol giggling and poking, Baek Cheon became convinced.

“He’s eaten all three great disciples.’

I don’t know what method he used, but it was clear that Chung-Myung had become the dominant figure over the three great disciples.

In many ways.

Baek Cheon put on a subtle smile.

The three great disciples, Yoon-jong, tended to serve their superiors politely. I thought I would bow my head even if Baek Cheon didn’t press it.

But no matter how you look at it, that Chung-Myung guy doesn’t seem to have that inclination.

‘We need to set a date.’

To answer various questions.

“Metabolism.”

“Hmm?”

“You don’t want to eat?”

“Oh, I’m going to eat.”

Baek Cheon picked up the chopsticks. But soon he put his chopsticks down and looked around.

“Where is the simile?”

“……Well? It was there a while ago.”

The students of this university look around at the word “Same-mae.”

“I was there until I came to the restaurant.”

“I think I’ve fallen for something else.”

Everyone answered casually whether this had happened quite often. But Baek Cheon frowned disapprovingly at it.

“Shouldn’t we look it up? It is a place where the death penalty releases its circulation for the first time. It’s fun to have someone who’s out.”

“There’s no one who can find a similar sale, is there? If you don’t want to come, you can’t find anyone.”

“I’m going to waste my time. Death penalty.”

Baek Cheon narrowed the middle of his forehead slightly.

“Hmm.”

Those who were wary of his discomfort eventually woke up with a low sigh.

Yoo-Esul has a quirky side, so it’s not easy to find unless you show yourself. But now that Baek Cheon has a stiff look on his face, he should at least pretend to look for it.

‘The death penalty favors Yoo Sa-mae too much.’

A fair man in other things seemed to lose his composure frequently in Yoo-Esul’s involvement.

‘Do it.’

It’s not that I don’t understand. I’m just a little lazy thanks to me.

It was the moment when some of the great disciples were about to get up. The closed door opens slowly.

Everyone’s eyes were on it.

Through the sunlight pouring through the open door, a woman walks inside. A small step that doesn’t even hear footsteps.

“Buying.”

Baek Cheon raised his voice.

Yoo-Esul, who came inside, looked around. As if to find someone.

Baek Cheon smiled and raised his hand.

“Brother, this way……….”

Yoo-Esul starts walking again. But that direction wasn’t where Baek Cheon was.Charity. Charity.

Yoo-Esul, who often walks to one side, soon reaches his destination and stops. And I stared at the person sitting in front of me.

Baek Cheon’s eyes are slightly wiggling.

Yoo-Esul asked the man he was staring at.

“Can I sit down?”

The disciples of this university. In particular, the men were so surprised that their eyes popped out as if they were about to fall out.

“Did a sister talk to a man?’

When was the last time you heard a similar sister speak?’

But the shock is not over.

The man Yoo-Esul talked to, Chung-Myung, put all kinds of irritation on his face and wiggled his hands like chasing a fly.

“No, you can’t.”

“……then let me talk to you for a moment.”

Chung-Myung said firmly.

“No, I don’t want to tell you. Go back.”

Is that crazy?

The faces of the disciples of this university were filled with astonishment.


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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