Chapter - 123 Episode 123. I'll tell you what happens if you touch the volcano! (3)

"Have you heard anything from him?"

"……I haven't heard from you yet."

"Is that so..."

Wirip San let out a low sigh with a whiny face.

"Moonjoo, you need to be more polite."

"……I know. I know...…."

Looking at Wirip San blurring his words, Yeom-pyeong let out a deep sigh.

'You won't be able to relax.'

Jongdogwan has no intention of coexisting with Hwa Yeongmun. He has been constantly arguing since the opening of the game, and eventually, he was not satisfied with winning the match against Wirip San and asked Hwa Yeong-moon to leave the South.

It's a heavy handed, heavy handed.

However, Hwa Yeong-moon had no power to denounce the excessive treatment.

Kang Ho is a weak meat eater. The powerless cannot help the powerful. It was a salt review that realized the logic of Kang-ho, who had lived in Kang-ho all his life, but did not know it properly.

"Did the shaman's disciples say they had arrived?"

"Not yet. But given the time, it should arrive soon."

"Yes, sir. Cough! Cough!"

"Are you all right? Moon-joo?"

"……I'm fine."

"You have a severe internal injury. Come on, let's get laid."

"I guess so."

The answer was yes, but neither Wirip San nor Yeompyeong, who was speaking, knew that they were not in a situation to just lie down.

If Wudang's disciples arrive, they may be kicked out of here immediately. How can I spend time on my bed when Hwa Yeong-mun, who has been protecting me all my life, is about to drop off the signboard?

"What about the Mundos?"

"……there's a lot of turbulence."

"I guess so. Yeah...…, I guess so."

A low sigh came out of Wirip San's mouth.

Even though I was told that my disciples were agitated, I couldn't blame them at all. They are still in place despite the confrontation with the shaman's descendants.

'I didn't live in vain.'

That alone made me feel rewarded enough.

"Moon-joo."

Yeom Pyung sighed at the end of his speech.

He is a great disciple of Wirip San. He has been with Wirip San for a long time and led Hwa Young-moon, but this time he couldn't find any other way.

"……Moon-ju, why don't you talk to the bell owner again now?"

"It's no use."

Wirip San shook his head.

"If there's anything else they want, that conversation would be meaningful. But they're only thinking of driving us out of the South. But what would we talk about? There's only one thing they want, and we can't listen to it, so it's only parallel."

"Do you mean you have to open your eyes like this?"

"……will soon come to our aid from the mainland."

"Moon-joo..."

Yeom Pyung's face is slightly distorted. Wirip San is always intelligent and doesn't lose Izzie, but his judgment is blurred whenever the name was given. This was Wirip San's chronic disease.

"My opponent is a shaman. No matter how much Hwasan says he's made a little name in recent years, Wudang is a big fish with no place in the province. What's the use of Hwasan?"

"……."

"I'm glad you're trying to help. If Hwasan had an idea, he would stay out of this. Is there anything good to do against the shaman? Moonjoo, you have to be cold-hearted. Help doesn't come from anywhere. This is something that we need to address."

Wirip San stared at the salt comment.

I know he was not wrong.

"Still..."

"That's why I told you to stop sending tribute to Hawasan. Why are you working so hard on things that don't help when you need them? Would this have happened if I had sent the rumour to the shaman or the son of a b*tc*?"That is absolutely true.

Nevertheless, Wirip San could not nod.

"We are the inner circle of Hawasan."

"……."

Yeom Pyung-yi shut her mouth tightly.

"The root cannot be abandoned, and it must not be abandoned. Would it be better if you denied being a songwriter for Hwasan and threw out his name?"

"Long-lived..."

"That's the way it's supposed to be. If a shaman loses his name, he abandons his shaman, and if he loses his spirit, he abandons his shaman. No, I don't. I don't want to live like that."

"Nobody knows."

"I don't want anyone to know. I just keep what I have to keep."

A deep sigh of salt came out.

It's frustrating. It's jammed.

But...

That's why he's Moon Joo.'

After all, he's nagging here because he respects Wirip San as well. If Wirip San was the one who would easily put Hwasan down, Yeom-pyeong wouldn't have admired him this much.

"And I believe."

"What do you mean?"

"Hwasan will not abandon us."

Yeompyeong shakes his head.

"Moon-joo, it's not a matter of sincerity or mind, it's a matter of ability. Will Hawasan be able to deal with the shaman?"

"……there are times when the heart is enough."

Yeompyeong was about to say another word.

Boom boom boom boom!

Someone knocked loudly on the gate.

Wirip San and Yeompyeong's faces quickly hardened. They've locked the gate and aren't receiving visitors now. Nevertheless, knocking on the door means that he came here for business.

If I were to say that they have business now...….

"Are you in the spirit of the lord?" I'm here to build a wall today, so come out!"

Yeom Pyung's face is distorted.

It is the voice of bellism.

God d*mn it, already!

They couldn't have come for no reason. He must have brought his disciples of a proud shaman.

"What should I do, Moon-joo?"

"Is there anything else I can do?"

Wirip San sighed deeply.

"I'm going out. If you don't go out, you'll get the stigma of being a coward."

Wirip San woke up from his bed with a screeching.

"What's the matter?"

"You obviously know what you're talking about. I'm here to make a deal today."

Looking at Jongdo Gwanju pushing in like a boar who has been paid in advance, one doubts whether this person is really a shaman's disciple.

If you have studied at least a little bit, you can't do this.

"I have nothing more to say."

"I can't believe I have nothing to say! If you lost the Bimoo, you'd be out of the South Pole, what are you still sitting here for?"

"There's no law that says you have to leave just because you've lost."

"There's no such thing as that! But isn't it the face that matters?"

Wirip San let out a low sigh.

It doesn't mean that you have to leave just because you lost in a state of emergency. Unless you put a bet on it.

However, if the situation has become so serious that Moon Joo-ki and Moon Joo-ki will have to leave without saying anything.

No, to be precise, it would be right that the losing side could not hold up rather than the unwritten rule.

The official's ability is a measure of the literary circle. How can you hold out when it turns out you're worse than your opponent in the same area? Isn't it obvious which one will choose to learn new martial arts?

"Not much to say. Leave right now."

"I'm not saying I don't intend to."The eyes of the bellwether have become fierce.

"Do you really need to see the blood to get your act together?"

As the atmosphere became drastically heavy, one of the people watching the situation from the back slowly walked out.

"Let me speak for you, Mr. Kwan-n"

"Oh, would you? Even this little thing...…."

"It's all right."

"Then I am grateful!"

It was a very different, polite attitude to Wirip San. Naturally, Wirip San's eyes were on the person who stepped forward.

The black application.

And a conduit on the head.

Embroidery in the shape of a pine tree on the application was indicating the identity of the interest. There are many literary groups in the world, but there is only one place where pine can be carved on the chest.

You're a student of the shaman.'

A man steps forward and passes the ticket.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Jin Hyun, a student of the shaman."

"Other than Wirip San."

It was a polite attitude and discipline. If I hadn't faced him in this situation, I would have admired him. But now it's none other than Wirip San that that disciplined movement is after.

Wirip San looked at him for a moment and suddenly hardened his face.

"Wait! Did you just say Jin Hyun?"

"Yes, Moon-ju."

"Then you're the...… an autopsy?

Do you mean Jin Hyun, who is called ))?"

"I'm ashamed to hear that."

Wirip San's face darkened after finding out the man's identity.

'Detective sword. I guess you're having a bad day.'

The autopsy, Jin Hyun.

Or Jin Hyun, the black dragon.

It is Jin Hyun who is considered the best among the numerous late index produced by shaman. People in the world don't hesitate to praise him, calling him a black dragon.

Later Shudang First Sword. And perhaps the greatest sword of the future.

The shaman's sending Jin Hyun is tantamount to a declaration that he will value this work.

"I've heard from the Lord of the Bell. Did you say you wanted to stay in Namyoung?"

"Yes, it is."

Jin Hyun slightly shook his head.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

Jin Hyun's voice was low but powerful.

"Namyoung is not a big area. If there are two military officers in such a place, there will be problems. It's just hard for each other because we have to share the questions."

"It's not that I don't know. But why do you mean we have to leave after running a military service first?"

"It doesn't matter. The important thing is that if there are two uncrowned officers, they will suffer from each other, and the place to suffer more damage is Hwayeongmun."

"……."

Jin Hyun grinned.

"What do you say?"

"Yes?"

"It is true that the shaman's house opened up here and damaged the ears, so I will make my own compensation. If you move from Namyoung, this side will cover all the costs."

Yeom-pyeong, who was listening to the situation, distorted his face.

"Those muggers on this day.

Don't tell me you're doing this because you don't have any relocation

To settle in a new place means to start all over again. Hwayeongmun is a literary group of Namyeong. Mundo also lives in Namyeong, and all the history is in Namyeong.

Leaving Namyeong means throwing it all away and starting from the bottom.

"Thanks for saying it……."

Wirip San shook his head.

"Hwa Young-moon has no intention of doing so."

"Well."

Jin Hyun drooled low as if he didn't like Wirip San refusing to speak.

"Moon-joo."

"……."

"If you want to stay in South Chung, there's one more way."Wirip San glanced and looked at Jin Hyun. I'm looking forward to just being said that it's a different way.

"What is it?"

"If Moon-joo must run a military academy in Nam-… Take off the plum print on the signboard."

Wirip San's face is stiff.

Jin Hyun takes it easy when he can't even answer.

"The two doors are compatible. But the two conduits are incompatible. No matter how pale the color of Taoism is, it is impossible to admit that it coexists where the shaman's inner house is."

"Well, what's that...…."

"Please select."

Jin Hyun is working coldly.

"If we take off the name of Hawasan, we'll admit the words of honor. If you want, you can accept it as a shaman's song. Then Jongdogwan and Hwayeongmun will be alumni, so we can get along well. But if it isn't!"

It's cool.

There's a dagger hidden in the horse.

"The name of Hwayeongmun will disappear forever in Namyeong."

The weight was different because it came from Jin Hyun's mouth, not from anyone.

Jin Hyun grinned at Wirip San in shock.

"So what is the answer to the question?"

"……we are……."

Wirip San's lips flutter.

It was a short time, but Wirip San's expression changed countless times. He lamented and said, "I'm so worried."

"We cannot abandon Hasan."

"……."

"Even if the day comes today, we're still a part of Hawasan. It is something that cannot be thrown away."

"Ha...…."

Jin Hyun shakes his head.

"I can't help it because you refuse to drink alcohol. I'll give you three o'clock. If you don't leave this place after three o'clock, I'll make you empty."

Wirip San bit his lips.

"Isn't it too shameful for a shaman of great fame?"

"You're mistaken."

"……."

Jin Hyun said in a cold voice.

"This is not what a shaman with a high name does, but because he has done so, the shaman's name resonates with the world. And we tried to do everything we could. I don't want you to reject the offer and insist on it."

"We are……."

"That's it. I have nothing further to say. I'll give you three shots."

And muttered so low that only Wirip San could hear it.

"You'd choose a better place to line up. Whasan's inner song. Do you think Hwasan will help Hwajeongmun? Against our shaman?

"……I'm……."

Wirip San could not say a word.

Jin Hyun's face is covered with a young, obvious sneer.

There's no time.

The shaman is forcing himself to protect Jafa and persecuting Hwayeongmun Gate. But Hawasan is not doing anything to help them.

What on earth was his devotion to Hawasan over all those years?

"Hwasan doesn't dare come here. Is Munju wiser...…."

It was that moment.

"What are you saying? What's that?"

"……."

Jin Hyun turned his head to a dull voice coming from behind his back.

"Who is it?"

"Why are you blocking the door?"

His death penalty, which was filling the front of the door, sneaks aside.

And a man swirled in through the gap.

'Who?'

Even before he could feel the impression of a stranger, Jin Hyun had to feel something he had never heard before."It's me, you little mal-nosed b*tc*."

"……."

Jin Hyun opened his mouth without realizing it.