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The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect Chapter 1737

Episode 1737 Can you hold on? (2)

Hyeonjong looks at the person sitting in front of him with sunken eyes.

A young man with a sickly complexion wearing a pure white volcanic military uniform.

The moment Hyeonjong saw the pure white figure contrasting with the dark maroon, almost black floor, the word ‘bright’ came to mind. In many ways.

Faded white.

It is precarious as if it will collapse at any moment, but it is also sturdy enough to not be tampered with.

‘Is it a crane…? … .’

Seonhak (仙鶴).

King Hyeonjong thought that maybe the reason ancestors of the past used the crane as a symbol of Taoism was not just because of its beauty.

Tao is like that. The most correct thing for a person to follow. But that is why it is difficult for humans to dare to follow.

How is the life of a Taoist walking the path different from that of a crane supporting its body with its slender legs?

But people are not cranes. A crane looking at the world from the water may be more peaceful than what humans see, but humans who live like that crane had to endure countless pains.

Therefore, Tao is the best thing and at the same time the most evil thing.

Therefore, goodness is both a symbol of the highest and a cruel punishment.

Hyeonjong had to ask.

Daesang Jangmun-in, and Daesang Jangmun-in.

He lived a life of a Taoist that no one in the world could deny, but did he ever truly walk the Taoist path?

Bulgari says: The world is suffering. Living itself is a penance.

Yuga says: The world is chaos, and living is about restoring order.

Then what is Tao?

If everything is natural as it is, is it true that the pain he experiences and the pain Baekcheon experiences are all just natural? So, is it wise to naturally accept even that pain?

If so, if that is indeed the case.

What is the life of a Taoist for?

Can he truly be called a Taoist if he doesn’t even understand it?

“student. One hundred thousand.”

Therefore, Hyeonjong was not confident.

“I would like to ask you a question.”

I am confident that I will be able to give the right answer to the person looking at me with those transparent eyes.

“Is it true that Jang Mun-in excommunicated me?”

It was King Hyeonjong who gave that order. Unam just nodded. However, Baekcheon mentioned Jang Mun-in, not Hyeonjong. Hyeonjong’s will is personal, but the long sentence’s meaning is Hwasan’s.

That’s why Baekcheon asked. Is all of this the true meaning of Hwasan?


And Hyeonjong nodded.

This is overreaching, and may also be stubbornness. But Hyeonjong thought.

Was it wrong?

Taoism says: Do whatever your heart leads you to do.

Even if the laws and norms of everything he is involved with say that his actions are wrong, is there any way to deny the flow of his heart?

“no. It’s not like that.”

But Baekcheon denied it.

“That is the will of Taesang Jangmun, not the will of Hwasan.”

Hyeonjong’s eyes narrow.

“No one can deny that Taesangjangmunin is the person who most accurately preserved the meaning of Hwasan. The same goes for the disciples of Huashan and those who are not disciples of Huashan. one.”

Baekcheon looks at Hyeonjong with transparent eyes.

“That said, it cannot be said that all of Taesangjangmunin’s will is in line with Hwasan’s will.”

“… … .”

A look of helpless sadness appeared on Hyeonjong’s face.

That’s right. It’s absolutely right.

But what does that mean?

Right and wrong are only meaningful to those who have pledged to walk righteously. How worthless is discussion about right and wrong to someone who has acknowledged that his or her thoughts are stubborn.

“Even if you’re right.”

Hyeonjong shouted sternly. No, he whispered sadly.

“Now the one who carries out the will of the volcano is Lao Dao.”

“… … .”

“Also, the one who sets the volcano’s method will be me.”

Hyeonjong declared firmly.

“So the decision will not change. As the rightful Taesang Jangmun of Hwasan, I decided to excommunicate Great Disciple Baekcheon with the authority delegated to me by Jangmunin. “We do not accept any objections to this.”

Hyeonjong’s face twitches slightly.

But that decisiveness was clear. A dark iron wall with no room for even a needle to enter.

And Baekcheon knocked on the iron wall as if it were natural.


“Because it is right.”

“I said it wasn’t right.”

“Right and wrong are different for each person. To me, that’s right.”

“I said that’s not what the volcano meant.”

“But it is my will. And now my will is the will of the volcano.”

It’s not that I don’t know how to back down. Hyeonjong was a man who knew very well how to back down.

But that’s why I also know. That there are times when you should never back down.

I withdrew from everything my whole life. But at this moment, he must not back down. Not for him, but for the person standing in front of him right now.


Baekcheon, with a pale complexion, asked again in a low voice.

“For what?”

Hyeonjong closed his eyes.

Similar questions. But all different questions. Answering all these questions is a never-ending task.

Therefore, Hyeonjong did not bother to criticize him.


That was a name that should not be called.

The moment he announced his excommunication and Jang Mun-in acknowledged it, the name Baekcheon disappeared from the bandits of Hwasan. Because that’s a name that no longer exists in the world.

However, King Hyeonjong did not call him by his name, Jin Dong-ryong, but by his pen name Baekcheon.

“This is the path for you.”

“It’s sophistry.”

“It is also the path for all disciples of Hwasan.”

“That too is sophistry.”

“I don’t mean to argue!”

“I don’t want to argue either.”

Baekcheon’s brilliant eyes pierce Hyeonjong. His eyes were extremely intense, like a flame burning with life.

And even those who couldn’t see his eyes felt Baekcheon’s spirit. behind his back. A wide open door. Beyond that door, many people were watching this Zen question and answer.

A place that cannot be reached unless you are a disciple of Hwasan. But that’s why only the disciples of Hwasan can see it clearly with their own eyes.


Yunjong’s eyes look at Baekcheon’s upright back.

I feel like I’m going to collapse at any moment. So much so that the hands of those watching are naturally sweaty. Even if he was in good health, it would not be easy to face the spirit of Hwasan elders, including King Hyeonjong.

But Baekcheon did not back down even an inch.

“What is it for?”

Baekcheon shouted firmly.

“What is truly the path for a disciple?”


“Is it really for the disciples’ benefit to excommunicate them?”

“… … .”

“So, is it truly the way for the disciple to find martial arts again?”

Baekcheon spread his hands. Those bony hands.

“If only I could hold the sword in this hand again, would it matter anything? Is that really for the disciples?”

The voice did not waver at all.

But to Yoonjong, that firm voice sounded more like a desperate scream. No, maybe not just to Yoonjong, but to everyone.

There is no martial arts there.

But it was more intense than any other battlefield.

“That’s why you break the law established by your ancestors!”

Hyeonjong’s eyebrows twitch.

“The volcano destroys everything that has ever been done!”


“Are you even trying to deny Jang Mun-in’s life?”


A loud shout came out of Hyeonjong’s mouth.

But Baekcheon did not back down. Even as I trembled at Hyeonjong’s momentum. Even as I bit my lip to hold back my dizzying consciousness.

However, Baekcheon’s momentum was bound to lose strength at some point.

It’s not because I’m overwhelmed by spirit. Rather, it is because the spirit has disappeared. A faint sadness appears on Hyeonjong’s face as he looks at him.

“For you… … There is a future.”

“… … .”

Hyeonjong knew. Because he has already spent a lot of time. I knew very well how brilliant the future of Baekcheon could be and how many things he could accomplish.

Because he had to endure what should have been the most brilliant time with just sadness, he could not turn his eyes away from the things Baekcheon had to lose.

The strokes of youth sometimes take away a lot.

Value is something that is not permanent. Even the things that are most precious right now will eventually fade over time. And when you look back, you realize it. How precious were the things that were so insignificant at the time.

“It might hurt a little now. No, it would be a bone-piercing pain. You will find out one thing. “The pain you are experiencing now is better than the pain you would have had to experience at any time.”

“How can the Taesangjangmunin choose that?”


Hyeonjong let out a deep and heavy breath.

“Life is long.”

“… … .”

“You can climb again. You can shine again.”

Baekcheon’s face hardens.


“Do you think it’s because you are? Not like that. “If it were anyone but you, my choice wouldn’t have been any different.”

Hyeonjong’s eyes cross Baekcheon and turn to Hwasan’s disciples who are watching them.

“People are not there for the sake of the clan. “Clans exist for people.”

“… … .”

“It’s the same for everyone. I don’t want the volcano to hold you back. I do not want the volcano to be your bondage. It’s not just me. “Even the volcano ancestors who look down on you would never want that.”

The moment when Yoonjong, who was watching, was about to nod his head.

Yoonjong flinches and looks to the side.

Before he knew it, a man was standing next to him.


Cheongmyeong, who had rarely been seen recently, was standing next to him, watching the conversation in Daejeon. With an unfamiliar yet familiar expressionless face.

“The volcano should be your eaves and your stepping stone. Otherwise, what value is there in the name volcano?”

“… … .”

“If it’s that facade, I will peel it off. If the name of the volcano is a burden to you, I will erase it with my own hands!”

By then everyone knew. Whether his intentions are right or wrong, King Hyeonjong’s resolve will not waver.

For King Hyeonjong, volcanoes were more important than anything else. But now King Hyeonjong has even come up with a name for the volcano. How can you persuade someone who has made such a decision?

But can you blame it? But can you say it’s wrong?

We can’t do that, so we remain silent. It’s a pity because that’s not possible.

Two people who couldn’t have been different. The two people who probably understood each other most deeply are now standing on parallel lines that will never touch each other.

Yunjong realized.

Before I knew it, those who were watching this scene were not only Hwasan’s disciples.

Hyeyeon and Namgung Dowi. And Tanggunak and Pungyeongsingae. Even Bai Qian’s older brothers Jin Jinlong and Li Songbai were watching this scene from not far away.

I’m sure Zongligok is also listening to all of this. This scene of Baekcheon leaving the volcano.


Yoonjong bites his lip.

There is no way. Hyeonjong’s mind cannot be changed. No, you shouldn’t turn it.

Maybe everyone will understand. What kind of feelings does Hyeonjong have in excommunicating Baekcheon?

Yunjong’s heart was already shouting that his decision was not wrong. Hyunjong is simply carrying the burden of what Yunjong could not do and what Ohgeom could not do.

‘But how can it be so bitter?’

At that time, Yoonjong couldn’t help but feel sad and tried to swallow his sleep.

Baekcheon slowly raised his fully open palm.

Those hands are like bare plum blossom branches that haven’t bloomed.

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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