Episode 1093 That may have been a bit excessive. (3)
“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…”
Cheongmyeong twisted his body mournfully on the eaves. Goosebumps like millet continued to rise up my back.
“Why should I say something like that…”
– It’s better than Aedru Wary.
“Kaaaaagh! Noisy! “Did I say something wrong?”
– Conscience.
“Okay.”
Cheongmyeong sighs.
“I spoke a little too much.”
I was intoxicated by the atmosphere. If it were like the old days, this would never have happened.
Isn’t it absurd to think about it? How dare you bring something like that chick to the great ‘conversation midwife’. If the old Celadon ships, who treated Shaolin as nothing more than an ‘incompetent bald-headed social revivalist group’, heard about it, they would roll their eyes and go on a rampage, saying they would beat up all descendants and idiots.
“… Now that I think about it, those bastards didn’t even have an answer.”
So the entire midfielder turned a blind eye. Crazy guys.
– Is that what you’re going to say? Not the other guy, but you?
“You’re so talkative today. Oh, if you twist it, it will come back to life.”
Cheongmyeong snorted and lay down on the eaves again.
“⋯⋯Well, it’s not wrong.”
What if Maehwageomjon and current Cheongmyeong weren’t the same person?
Probably, the person who heard this and came running at the head with a sword in his mouth, offering to fix the beaky hair, was none other than Cheongmyeong. Cheongjin, who was just about to leave it at that, knocked him unconscious and was running towards him with his arms wrapped around his side.
“⋯⋯I also had too much blood⋯⋯. “I was young, I was young.”
In the past, Qingming could not properly see the volcanoes of the time.
Gangho is a place where those with ability should be given preferential treatment, and Hwasan was more capable than any other sect. So, Cheongmyeong’s idea was that we should just follow what we are told and not waste our time talking about those who are lacking.
From that perspective, Hwasan of the time was clearly a worthy sect. Because he was stronger than any sect and was superior to any sect. But…
‘That wasn’t all.’
Cheongmyeong scratched his head.
If you think about it, Cheongmyeong was a person who never once thought about anything from the perspective of the weak. Even within the Hwasan sect that ruled the times, Cheongmyeong was an overwhelmingly powerful person.
Even when he was young, didn’t Cheongmyeong receive special treatment?
So I thought it was natural.
The consultation that Cheongmyeong gave as a disciple of Hwasan did not come out of consideration for the weak. The strong simply did what they had been taught to do, without question.
However, I found out as I fell to a place that should be called the abyss and crawled up. That the world is not all about strength and weakness.
It is the strong who lead, but the weak also have their own will and thoughts. There is no reason for their methods to be ignored or disparaged simply because they are weak.
So, to sum it up…
‘If I had seen the old Plum Sword Zone now, I would have killed him.’
Well, of course, considering the difference in skill and temperament, you won’t be able to kill him, but rather you will be beaten to the brink of death. Either way, I would never have seen it with fair eyes. Looking back, it would be difficult to find someone who lived a more miserable life than that bastard.
So, how unfair must it have been for those who were beaten by Cheongmyeong at that time? A guy who is no different from a gangster is beating up everyone who is annoying, but I can’t even protest because he is the biggest gangster at the time, Moonpan Hwasan…
If I had to give an example, it would be similar to Hyeyeon running wild like Cheongmyeong did in the past while she was in Shaolin. If Hyeyeon did that, what would Cheongmyeong have done?
‘They probably tried to beat him until hair sprouted from his bald head.’
But… Unfortunately, at that time, there was no place that could handle the plum blossom sword and volcano. So I had no choice but to just hold back my tears.
When I look back, I feel so sorry…
– Jongnamdo?
“Ah, we need to get rid of the Jongnam bastards!”
Those bastards deserve more beatings! Ah, not like that.
Cheongmyeong clenched his fists and sighed again.
If you affirm the logic that it is natural to lead because you are strong, and that you can do whatever you want because you are strong, then it is no different from saying that the things that those demonic cultists do must be defended to a certain extent.
If you are not going to admit that, then of course you have no choice but to think differently about volcanoes of the past.
“I feel bad thinking about it.”
Cheongmyeong turned his head and looked somewhere with a puzzled expression on his face.
“In the eyes of those old times, we were no different from the Shaolin bastards of today.”
– Hey, you bastard. Not to that extent.
“Oh, please be quiet. “Where are the sinners?”
Cheongmyeong pointed his point towards the distant sky.
Of course, it may be unfair from the hearing standpoint. Because Hwasan was a sect that clearly took responsibility for those who stood on top. Volcanoes shed the most blood whenever and wherever, and fought the most fiercely wherever and whenever.
It is not a sect that can be compared to the current Shaolin faction, which is just taking a step back and making noises.
But to put it the other way…
“So now, if those Shaolin bastards fight hard, you’re going to look at them with a good eye?”
– That’s not it.
“Look.”
Cheongmyeong snorted. Others may not understand Shaolin, but honestly, Cheongmyeong understands to some extent why they do what they do.
From Shaolin’s perspective, they probably think that they, who have the deepest history, the most superior military power, and the majority of experts, should lead the powerhouse.
These are all implemented with deep thoughts, but it would be absurd for a faction that is less than half of Shaolin to criticize everyone for having a different opinion.
From Shaolin’s point of view, the Namgung bastards are nothing more than the most idiotic sect in the world, ignoring orders to stay still and rushing towards Maehwa Island at will, putting them on the verge of annihilation.
“uh? “Isn’t this correct?”
Cheongmyeong glanced down and saw Nangong Daowi in the distance.
No… to look at it more calmly, it’s like Emperor Nangong threw himself into the Yangtze River with everything he had. However, swearing at Sorim for this matter is a bit over the humane line…
“K-huh. anyway.”
And from Shaolin’s point of view, Hwasan and Tang are nothing more than crazy factions that are plotting chaos in the once well-united central plains and attracting foreign forces to the healthy central plains.
Even though the Sapa bastards are openly complaining, instead of joining forces, they say, ‘If you’re frustrated, why don’t you just crawl under us?’ They must be the world’s biggest bastards who set up fishing grounds… Even though the head of the room personally came to bow his head.
“Wow…”
Cheongmyeong looked up at the night sky with trembling eyes.
“Everything is solved by substituting backwards, right?”
– I didn’t do that, you bastard!
“Who said what? “I got stabbed for no reason.”
Cheongmyeong burst out laughing.
Cheongmyeong knows. All of Shaolin’s actions can be interpreted as three words: ‘sense of superiority’. Perhaps, the moment Shaolin stands again in the position of representing a powerful nation, he will fight bravely at the forefront, just like Hwasan did in the past.
What they want is not just profit, but the position of the ‘Shaolin’ sect that protects the powerful. This is not a court that would not know that it is a title that cannot be obtained without shedding blood.
But…
“That is meaningless. “You idiot.”
Now I know Cheongmyeong too. Because he’s already been through it. That it means nothing. That such actions leave nothing behind. This means that they will follow a path no different from the countless sects that once ruled the world, but have now been forgotten.
“Long sentence death, me…”
Cheongmyeong looks at the night sky.
Numerous stars are looking down at him. It was as if the executioners of the past were watching him.
“I liked the volcano.”
To be precise, I missed the old volcano. That’s why I wanted to make the current volcano just like the volcano back then. It is superior to any other clan, and it is a better clan than any other clan.
“But… it was just my greed.”
Now I know that’s the wrong way.
They have already failed once. I experienced such a miserable failure that I couldn’t even think of what a bigger failure would be.
Nevertheless, if you repeat the same mistake, it is no different from walking towards a certain failure. If you want to change the outcome, the process must also change.
Hwasan, who excelled alone, failed. And now, Cheongmyeong was clearly seeing what the clan was becoming as it tried to excel alone.
So… now both he and the volcano must change.
Because now I understand Cheongmyeong.
What kind of thoughts do the not-so-strong clans live by? What kind of mind is in the mind of a warrior who is not strong? How hard are those who fight behind the backs of the powerful?
It is not something that can be ignored just because it is lacking. Even if they are lacking, their efforts and thoughts should be respected in and of themselves.
Isn’t it over there? These people are like proof of that.
Cheongmyeong turned his head and saw Baekcheon and the group. Their faces were very serious, as if they were having a serious conversation among themselves. A grin escaped from Cheongmyeong’s mouth.
‘What’s so serious about little kids?’
What would have happened if they had entered the old volcano? What if they were initiated into a celadon vessel from the past, like Cheongmyeong, or a later Myeongja vessel?
Perhaps those children failed to stand out and were forgotten as mediocre students, or perhaps they eventually left because they could not survive the volcano.
But now, those children have grown up to be proud members of Hwasan and the future of Hwasan.
Same thing. Just because it’s lacking doesn’t mean there’s no possibility. And just because it’s not strong doesn’t mean it’s not valuable.
“I should have known that sooner.”
The Hwasan of the past and the Shaolin of the present show that strong but intolerant factions have no meaning.
So the current volcano must be different.
It’s okay if I’m not as strong as I was in the past or if I can’t lead as firmly as I did then. Because there are so many people who can make up for what the volcano lacks.
That is why we must walk together, not lead alone.
‘Can I do it?’
Cheongmyeong quietly closed his eyes.
It’s easy to say, but it’s very difficult. It may be twice as difficult as making today’s volcanoes as strong as those of the past.
Cheongmyeong opened his eyes and looked at those gathered below.
Volcanoes and Shaolin, Namgung Segawa Green Forest.
People who didn’t seem to get along at all were shouting loudly at each other.
Some people may call that appearance a mess, and some may demean it by calling it a hodgepodge.
But Cheongmyeong’s thoughts were a little different. If I had to give that scene a name…
– hope.
“⋯⋯.”
– Isn’t that right, Taoist brother?
A smile bloomed on Cheongmyeong’s lips.
“okay. “You are right.”
He got up and stretched.
“It’s going to be busy.”
It’s still difficult. The Demonic Cult is too powerful, and the political faction is creaking. There, a monster-like person who prioritizes his own desires over the safety of the world will be targeting the other side of the river. But…
“No need to worry. “I will do it.”
Because now I am no longer ‘me’, but ‘we’.
Cheongmyeong grinned, grabbed the liquor bottle in his hand tightly, and jumped down under the eaves.
“Fight hard, you bastards!”
“what?”
“You’re not fighting, are you?”
Cheongmyeong seeped into the crowd of people talking loudly.
Their loud conversation continued for well over a month.
