Chapter - 36 Episode 36. You don't even have to pick up a beggar! (1)

"……."

Gong Munyeon quickly pulled himself together. Doesn't it mean that even if you're taken to a tiger's den, you'll live as long as you wake up.

"Moo, I don't know what you mean."

"Ha, look at him."

Chung-Myung snorted.

"He thinks I have a hole in my eye. Do I look like a man who doesn't recognize Taeul Shinsu?"

"……."

Chung-Myung said with all his teeth.

"That's a coincidence. Coincidentally, the person who ran a base in harmony and pressed for debt to Wasan is learning Jongnam's martial arts, right? You've learned a lot about Taeul Shinsu.

A cold sweat fell from Gong Munyeon's forehead. I was so surprised that I couldn't feel the pain of being beaten.

God d*mn it.

I had to put up with it.

Even if the neck is cut off, it is impossible to use Taeul Shinsu. Besides, in front of a man from Hwasan!

a capital error

But can I call this a mistake?

If the author hadn't driven Gong Munyeon so hard, and if he hadn't suddenly pulled out a real sword in front of Gong Munyeon, who was busy getting beaten, Gong Munyeon wouldn't have used Taeulshin even if he was dying.

If it is a coincidence, it is the worst coincidence, and if it is intended, it is hard to guess how deep the author's heart is.

"Did you spend it in Jongnam?"

"……."

Gong Munyeon shut his mouth tightly.

No matter what I say now, it can't be an excuse anyway. If I could turn the situation around with a lame excuse, I would do as much as I could, but now it is impossible.

Then it would have been better to shut up rather than open your mouth and give more information.

"Huh? You're going to shut up."

Chung-Myung approached Gong Munyeon, cracking his neck.

"Well, that's good, that's loyalty. I think it's a good choice. But there's one thing you're confused about."

"……?"

"Do you know what that is?"

"……What?"

"I'm not going to tell you."

"……."

Jongnam is not a very easy place. Jong-nam has not been very emotional because he has been at odds with Hwasan since the past, but at least he has to admit that Jong-nam is a big fan of old file rooms.

There is no way that such a literary group would make a sloppy job of it. That's what Chung-Myung thought. The information that Gong Munyeon knows will be extremely limited, and even if more information is known, that information cannot be correct.

It's over if you know it's related to Jongnam. Isn't that what Chung-Myung or Hwasan needs to figure out?

Of course you don't have to tell Gong Munyeon that fact.

"Ha, you bastards. But the old crowd wasn't cheap, even though they were grim, but they're not even merciless, and they're trying to steal other people's doors with money? Is that a scam? It's a very good thing to do."

Gong Munyeon could no longer keep his composure and shouted.

"Well, wouldn't that be better for Hawasan?"

"Huh?"

"You know that! Hawasan is hopeless now, wealth? Money? That's just an addition to Mufah. Having lost his martial arts, he can no longer be the former one. It's just a difference between failing a little faster or failing a little longer!"

"Whoa?"

Chung-Myung listened to Gong Munyeon's story as if it was funny.

"I was just trying to break the dying Wasan's breathing quickly. It's something that Hwasan should be grateful for. I'm sure anyone around you would know. That Hawasan couldn't survive any more! The literature, which has lost its masters of martial arts, simply dies."Who said that?"

"Don't you understand?"

"No, who says that Hawasan's martial arts was cut off?"

"……."

Gong Munyeon looked at Chung-Myung with blank eyes.

If someone else had said this, I would have snorted. But the words that came out of Chung-Myung's mouth had a different weight.

At least Chung-Myung, who you can see in Gong Munyeon's eyes, was definitely a master of Hawasan's

"These bastards are trying to cut off the well-being of Hawasan. And! If you live or die, you'll die. Why are you guys trying to bury your well-off man. What authority do you have?"

"……."

"Anyways, the muzzle-muckers bring all sorts of lame logic. Why don't you just say that Hawasan was f*cked to death. If you do that, I'll admit it."

I beat him up a lot.

Neighbors living nearby are more likely to bump into each other. Just as long-distance work is fundamental to diplomacy, adjacent doorways must be crossed. Hwasan and Jongnam had many similarities in that they had strong inner style, and they also used swords to each other was similar.

If a similar line of capitalism is located right next to it, one of them will die unconditionally.

In the past, Chung-Myung also beat Jong Nam when he was bored. It was exactly what happened to Chung-Myung after picking a fight in Jongnam.

"I'm not Jongnam's man!"

"I guess so."

"You seem to be mistaken, but I've just learned that trick by accidentally."

"Oh, yeah. I will. Do you want me to tell you a very surprising."

"……What's that?"

"I'm not a Hawaiian either."

"……."

"That makes sense...…."

"You, you son of a b*tc*!"

"……."

Chung-Myung was about to spit on the floor.

Mask. That was close.

"Anyways, I'll show you something interesting in return for showing you Taeul-shin. It's gonna be a lot of fun if you find out about this. It'd be sad if you didn't recognize me."

Chung-Myung slowly stuck out his sword.

"Tell the man who sent you clearly."

Chung-Myung's prayers have changed.

The playful appearance so far disappears. The bent waist straightened out, and the drooping shoulders regain their shape.

Perfect posture as if it were a picture.

Gong Munyeon, who saw it, opened his mouth without realizing it.

The wind seems to be blowing from somewhere.

With a clear wind, the scent of plum blossoms blooms like a fantasy.

"The plum blossoms give off the deepest scent when they bloom in the snow. Although it is winter now, the spirit of Hawasan is unbroken. When spring comes, plum blossoms bloom in full bloom."

Gong Munyeon saw it.

Chung-Myung's sword tip moves slowly.

Nervous.

The movement, which began with a tiny tremor, soon turned into a great tremor, and the great tremor soon turned into a sword's trajectory, which was like a fantasy embroidered with the sky.

End of sword full of sky.

Vivid plum petals bloom at the end of the sword.

After the bleak winter, plum blossoms that heralded warm spring bloomed all over the mountain, and plum blossoms painted by Chung-Myung's sword tips covered the world.

It's an illusion.'

The wind is blowing.

As if flying in the spring wind, plum blossoms that covered the sky began to spread in unison. It was not long before the petals flew up to the sky and fell still on Gong Munyeon's forehead.

The petals gently brushed Gong Munyeon and blew his consciousness like the wind. Until the end, he didn't know what he was looking at.Flop.

Only the sound of Gong Munyeon falling to the floor, unconscious, rings hollow. The plum blossoms that covered the sky disappeared like a mirage.

Chung-Myung, who recovered the sword, turned around.

"Spit it out!"

Blood vessels flow back to the mouth due to excessive chi operation. Chung-Myung, who took off his mask and spat out a surge of blood, distorted his face.

I'm dying, really.

A broken body, even so, still lacks history. If it was him in the past, it feels like all the history of his entire body is being sucked away just by a sword that he would have drawn as a joke.

I like the foundation, but I'm going to die. Ouch.'

Chung-Myung rewears the mask thinking that he needs to come up with some countermeasures.

"Well, then."

His eyes went beyond Gong Munyeon, who fell to the floor, to merchants.

"……."

Merchants look at Chung-Myung with eyes as if they are seeing ghosts.

Why wouldn't that be the case?

I have never seen a flower that blooms plum blossoms in the sky with a sword. No, I was told that there were such dead people in Hawasan in the past, but I thought it was an exaggerated legend.

But the man who tore out the legend is standing in front of them now.

Chung-Myung is nothing short of a grim reaper for their part in trying to extort money from Hawasan.

"Who wants to be beaten up?"

"……."

"Who wants to go?"

"Me!"

"I'll just go!"

"Save me, please!"

He nods loudly as if he likes Chung-Myung.

"All right, very cooperative."

Merchants rushed out to the side. But of course Chung-Myung didn't mean to let them go so easily.

"Stop moving."

"……."

The merchants came to a halt in unison.

"How am I supposed to lead all these carts if you go away like that? Think about it, think about it!"

"……."

Merchants looked at Chung-Myung with eyes full of injustice.

You're saying we have to look at the convenience of the robber? No matter how backwards the world turns, there is no law like this.

But no one could bear to say no.

"You guys."

"Yes!"

"From now on, we each check how much wealth is in our carts. I'll put the last one next to him."

I didn't need any more words. As soon as the words were over, merchants rushed into their carts and began to calculate their wealth.

"That's 1,800 cats!"

"Two thousand and three hundred cats!"

"I'm eight thousand……."

"What, did you have so much money?"

"Does that matter now? You fool?"

They even bicker among themselves and run amok to report first.

Chung-Myung frowned while looking at it.

"Hey."

"Yes?"

"Did you include the cost of a cart and a horse?"

"……."

"Calculate again."

"Yes."

Chung-Myung nodded when the calculation was done somehow.

"Then I'll lend you a horse, and one of you go to the nearest battlefield and get the money. I'll sell it in kind."

Merchants looked at Chung-Myung with blank eyes.

They are also people who roll on the floor of money, but I have never seen such a person in my life.

"Get the money in a non-disclosure slip. If you mark it on the slip and get caught, you'll be killed today. Okay?"

"Yes."

You're so meticulous.

"Go away."

"……well."

"What?"

One of the merchants asked.

"What happens if the man who goes to the battlefield runs away?"

Chung-Myung smirks.

"What are you going to do when you run away?"

"……."

"Do you guys have money?"

"No."

"Your property has been repossessed, hasn't it?"

"Yes."

"Then what are you gonna do if you run away? If you want to get a review, you'll have to come back.""……then if you report it to the coffin...…."

"Try it."

Chung-Myung lifted his leg and hit the floor.

Boom!

The floor cracks.

"Instead, report it and never come back. Run to the end of the continent. I'll catch him even if I die. Never come back. Never."

"……."

Merchants abandoned reporting at the moment.

Come to think of it, they still have their own sixes in the chords. I can't think of a way to run away from this lunatic. I don't think the government can catch this guy.

"Let's go."

"……Yes."

Hawasan was gracious as a prestigious political party.

Nevertheless, there was only one reason why they were unhappy. Hawasan is benevolent, but not everyone in Hawasan is benevolent.

Even before sunset that day, a masked man with a book-thick slip in his hand climbed up the Wasan with joy. The wealth made from the sweat and tears of countless people was placed in such a greedy storehouse.