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The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect Chapter 1103

Episode 1103 This kind of reward is worth receiving. (3)

The dazzlingly white sun hangs halfway on the horizon. Just looking at the pure white sun gives you an infinitely warm feeling.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me straight?”


No, it’s not the harm. The pure white weasel, which was arching its back, quickly lifted its slightly lowered waist at the sound of Cheongmyeong’s voice.

Of course, it’s not unusual for a weasel to curl its waist. When animals feel threatened or stretch, they naturally lower their upper body and lift their waist upward with all their might.

However, it is not the cute front paw that touches the floor, but the cute little head… No, the head was definitely a strange thing.

And it was beyond strange to see a large sack that looked ten times the size of the body being placed on top of a body the size of a human forearm.


Baek-ah, who was trembling under the weight of the bag full of fist-sized stones placed on his back, lowered his waist again with a whine.

“No, but what about this guy?”

Baek-ah was startled by the voice that sounded like a ghost and raised his back. However, those efforts were useless as Cheongmyeong rushed over in an instant and kicked Baekah.


Baek-ah, who had flown high in the sky, flailed both front legs and fell to the ground. Baek-ah, who turned around in the air and landed solemnly, quickly ran at lightning speed and urgently gathered up the scattered sacks and carried them on his back. And he quickly hit his head again.

“What kind of person said that he knows the grace that feeds and raises even animals! “Some guy!”



Cheongmyeong’s eyes twinkled.

“Yes, you don’t have to know about grace. But if you eat rice, you have to pay for it! “I asked you to run an errand for me in return for feeding and raising you, but you can’t stand it anymore and are just playing around?”


As soon as he could talk back, Cheongmyeong blew Baekah away again.


Baek-ah, who flew up into the sky, quickly repeated what he had done a moment ago.


Baek-ah, who hit his head like a flash, tried his best to catch the back of his waist with his short front paws. It’s as if it’s guaranteed that if you mess with it now, it will become the only rare scarf in the midfield.

“Humans and beasts…”

Cheongmyeong clicked his tongue and glared at Baekah, as if he didn’t like it at all. Baekah’s eyes filled with clear tears as he received that look.

Of course, the tears were not from pain or sadness. The meaning of those tears was pure resentment.

If Baek-Ah was a person who could speak, she would ask, ‘When did you, in good conscience, take care of my meals? Wouldn’t he have shouted, ‘You bastard, you’re worse than an animal!’

That’s true, in fact, all Cheongmyeong did was roughly entangle Baek Ah. Baek-ah hunts and eats food on his own, goes to the kitchen to find it, eats it, steals it, and eats it… No, except this one. anyway.

However, Baek-ah was so condescending that he fed and raised her, and from Baek-ah’s perspective, he was crazy and jumping around.

But what can I do? It’s not like I can relieve my frustration with words… and even if I could speak human language, would words make sense to that guy?

At times like this, I have no choice but to lie flat on my face and say I’m dead.

“I wish you had enemies in volcanoes too! uh? Even if we die, we die together, and even if we live, we live together! While the executioners are rolling around in training, are you fooling around by yourself? “Why don’t you keep your back straight?”


Baek-ah quickly lifted her waist high.

Yoon Jong and Jo Geol, who were watching from the side, looked at each other.

“When did we become weasels and the death penalty?”

“⋯⋯This is my first time hearing this too.”

“By the way… isn’t that animal abuse?”

Baekcheon shakes his head as if what he said was wrong.

“It’s spiritual abuse.”

“After all, isn’t abuse abuse?”

“I don’t agree with that. As far as I know, Cheongmyeong is a person who loves animals more than anyone else in the world.”


Jo Geol looked back at Baek Cheon with eyes that asked, ‘What kind of sound is this, banging on the pole in your sleep?’ Baekcheon spoke in a calm voice.

“Because it’s an animal, that’s the end of it. “If we had done that, we would have been stuck in the Yangtze River right now, asking the fish how we were doing.”

“Oh, I see.”

Jo Geul understood in an instant. I could immediately understand that Baek-ah was receiving very special treatment. During training, I messed around and barely got hit on the head or kicked. If it had been them, I would have been beaten to the point of death and hung upside down for three days without food or water.

“⋯⋯Cheongmyeong has a surprisingly kind side.”


“And if you think about it, it’s very reasonable, right? “If you fool around, even if it’s an animal, you’ll be punished without any punishment.”

“If you think about it the other way around, that bastard sees us as no different from animals.”


Yoonjong, who was listening to the conversation, unknowingly fell away from them.

‘These people are not normal either. ‘It’s completely crazy.’

However, unlike the people of Hwasan, who found an unexpectedly friendly side in Cheongmyeong, the people of Nokrimdo and Tangga could only gape.

“⋯⋯What kind of weasel⋯⋯.”


Their pupils twitch.

However, even though they were surprised, it was not easy to explain exactly what they were surprised about. Are they really surprised because weasels are being punished like humans? Or is it because of people who harass and mistreat even weasels?


“We are ourselves too, but…”

“But you have to think about which of those two is the beast…”

At that time, Cheongmyeong, who was giving a long speech to Baek-ah, turned his head.


‘Don’t make eye contact.’

‘Hold your breath, hold your breath!’

Greenrim and Danggain, who met each other’s eyes, quickly looked down. Haven’t the past few days proven that just making eye contact with that person makes life difficult?



“You’re laughing now, right?”

Cheongmyeong’s two eyes twinkled.

‘Wow, look at those eyes, eyes.’

‘I’d rather have Safa bastard be a person.’

‘It would be more comfortable under Jang Il-so, damn it.’

A taste of volcanoes. It was a moment when the unique volcanic taste, which can only be felt at the top of a high volcano in Shaanxi, was recognized by famous mountains throughout the Central Plains and the distant Sichuan region.

“Anyway, it’s a human and an animal!”


“The beast is just playing around without even knowing the grace of feeding and putting it to sleep! “Those guys who say people carry swords haven’t trained properly, so they haven’t even been able to roll around that much, but they’re panting and lying down.”


“oh my. My dear, what did I do in my past life… No, yes. I committed a sin. “I committed a sin!”

Yunjong looked back at Baekcheon and asked.

“What is that bastard saying now?”

Baekcheon smiled happily.

“You’re just talking bullshit like usual.”


“So do it.”


Meanwhile, Cheongmyeong rested his chin with a disapproving look on his face and looked at Nokrimdo Island and the Tang family members lying here and there.

‘It’s more serious than I thought.’

After rolling them a few times, it became clear what the volcano had missed in the past.

Basically, their inaction is by no means low. Sacheondangga, a prestigious family among prestigious families. And it would be even more strange if the elites of Green Forest, the rulers of the central mountain range, and especially the evenly selected Green Forest, were weak.

The problem is that strength is never made up of just one element.

In terms of ‘inaction’, they may be judged as lacking, but the problem is their physical strength.

“A warrior is weak… “What kind of sound is this, the sound of a drowning fish?”

Although endurance and physical strength are similar, they are not perfect synonyms. No matter how much strength you had, if you rolled around without stopping for three days and nights, your stamina was bound to run out first.

And the moment a person loses their physical strength, their mental strength is diminished. Such people can show their full strength the moment they start a fight, but as the fight continues, they end up not being able to show even half of their abilities.

huh? Doesn’t that mean you will be disciplined?

Of course it is. If you fight and fight again, risking your life even in situations where you cannot use even half of your strength, you will strengthen both your physical and mental strength.

‘The one who survived.’

The problem is that the placenta dies before that happens.

The reason why demonists are scary is because they are fanatics. And the reason why fanatics are scary is not simply because they are not afraid of death.

Haven’t you already experienced it?

The demonic cult never gets tired. Their bodies may be tired and tired, but their minds are surrounded by a hard iron armor that ordinary people cannot even imagine.

War never ends all at once. Depending on the situation, the hellish situation of killing and killing each other can last for more than seven days and nights.

No, even if the battle does not continue, war means having to endure each day with the anxiety of not knowing when the enemy will attack. Even those who believed that their skills were outstanding were unable to overcome the horrors of the war and were likely to lose their heads.


Cheongmyeong scratched his cheek nervously.

“I was so critical of the so-called prestigious bastards… In the end, I was also from a prestigious political faction.”

“huh? What are you talking about?”


Cheongmyeong sighed deeply.

‘I’m not without fault either.’

A conversation I had with Cheongmun in the past suddenly came to mind.

– Cheongmyeong. What do you think is the reason why shamans lack skills?

– You have no talent.

– ⋯⋯Then Jongnam.

– We have become less human.

– ⋯⋯Then Namgoong.

– There is no cheesiness.

– ⋯⋯Is there any way to fix it?

– A, death penalty. Does cutting a stone turn it into gold? It’s a pretty stone when you cut it. How can we change children who were born that way in the first place? Leave it alone.

– ⋯⋯.

Ah… When I thought about it, there really was no answer.

Cheongmyeong covered his face with both hands.

‘No, it really seemed that way at the time. What should you do with me?’

If you learn the same martial arts but your skills do not improve, you do not have talent. At that time, Cheongmyeong did not know what other reason was needed. I didn’t even want to know.

However, I only found out after trying to make these non-human bastards act like people by pushing, kicking, and pulling them up by the collar.

The fact that even a stone can become gold if cut well.

However, the Cheongmyeong of the past, the Cheongmyeong of the Plum Blossom Sword Zone, did not know, and there was no need to know. Rather than expend all my mental energy doing so, it was easier to just go and beat them all to death.

‘It can’t be done that way anymore.’

Qingming raised his head and glared at the Tang family.

“⋯⋯Flowers in a greenhouse.”


Cheongmyeong’s eyebrows furrowed.

Several times in the past, he had commented on Jongnam and the shaman’s young disciples as flowers in a greenhouse. Let alone the Demonic Cult, they are just fake half-hearted people who can’t show off their skills even if they only meet young Safa bastards.

That’s exactly where Cheongmyeong was wrong.

‘It wasn’t just the young guys that were the problem.’

What happens when flowers in a greenhouse grow well?

Whatever happens, whatever happens. It becomes a well-grown flower in a greenhouse. On the outside, it looks healthy because it has grown splendidly, but if it gets hit by a couple of cold winds, it will wilt. In the end, it becomes a useless decoration unless it is in a warm room.

It was a mistake to blindly believe that the people who grew up like that would play their role as they got older and their skills improved.

Even Dangga and Nokchae are in this state. What can other people do when they see this?

“So no matter how much we fought in the front, the rear collapsed…”

A lament escaped Cheongmyeong’s mouth as he remembered a memory he did not want to remember.

Somehow, if I fight to my death here, the other side collapses, and if I fight to my death on the other side, the front side collapses again.

Looking back, the time that Cheongmyeong, who received Cheongmun’s urgent orders, wasted moving around the battlefield spread across the entire central plain was comparable to the time spent actually fighting.

It is the same whether the opponent is a four faction, a demonic religion, or a nine faction.

If he wants to attack properly, the people in the back need to at least hold out. If that doesn’t work, no matter how hard Cheongmyeong tries, the hell of the past will only repeat itself.

So how?

“⋯⋯Is there any other way?”

Cheongmyeong’s two eyes burned like hell.

“Physical strength comes from rolling, and mental strength comes from being hit with fists and words.”

As he muttered, everyone’s eyes widened as they felt something ominous. Cheongmyeong clapped his hands.

“Come on, everyone. Let’s start again.”

“Hey, hey, Cheongmyeong Dojo.”


The party flag pointed to the sky with an awkward expression.

“Hey… the sun is setting already?”


“Ah… Master Cheongmyeong, you may not know this, but we also have duties for each clan. “At night, you have to do work, including organizing documents, to keep the clan going…”


“This is something that must be done…”


The party leader, who was speechless, looked at Cheongmyeong with blank eyes.

Cheongmyeong tilted his head as if he didn’t understand at all.

“So, you’re saying you don’t have enough time to do other things right now?”

“Yeah, that’s right! “You understand.”

A blush appeared on the party leader’s face. But Cheongmyeong soon tilted his head again and spoke.

“That sounds really strange.”


“If you don’t have enough time, you don’t have to sleep.”


“A war is something that lasts for ten days without sleep. It’s a good thing. Well then, let’s experience it in advance this time. I was planning on staying until midnight today. Now that it’s like this, let’s add another hour.”

The party knew at that moment that something was very wrong. All the Green Foresters and Dangga people around him glared at him with eyes that looked like they were going to kill him. He had no choice but to lower his head and avoid those murderous gazes.

“Okay, let’s get started! I have to count you guys to survive! So grit your teeth!”

The volcanization of the entire central plain was steadily progressing.

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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