Chapter - 279 Episode 279. I'm going to be a long-time writer of volcanoes. (4)

"Finally!"

Wiso Haeng clenched his fist as he saw the crowd before him.

"Father! We're finally here."

"Yeah, it's been a long way."

Listening to Wiso Haeng, Wirip San also breathed deeply.

"Even the writer is indifferent. If you participate in the world contest, you should have put in a communication to participate. Then you'd have arrived much earlier."

"Isn't Jang Moon-in busy preparing for the competition, too. Is this normal?"

"There you go, there you go. You are right."

Wirip San nodded loudly.

"A world tournament.'

My heart is shaking.

Its name is "Murim Rim" but it is actually more like a "Munimun" competition. Only Munpa, who is recognized by the strong and proved to be in a position to lead the strong team, can participate in the competition with an invitation from Shaolin.

In other words, being able to participate in the competition means that the clique has proved to be a masterpiece for the strong east.

I didn't know the day would come when Hwasan joined a place like this.'

Wirip San's heart began to heat up as he looked at the crowd of war heroes.

How much sorrow did you get when you ran Hwasan's connoisseur, Hwayeongmun?

How many of you laughed at how much the destruction was if you were in the midst of a failed clique?

No, I'd rather be a nobleman.

I don't even know how Hwasan exists.

'Is there a place like that?'

Thinking about the days when I had to show laughter to those who asked me that makes my eyes cold.

"I'm sure the Bonsan people will do well."

"Shaeng."

"Yes! Father!"

"It's good to expect, but you shouldn't expect too much."

Wirip San said seriously.

"It's great that the world's prestigious people can participate in competitions. Whasan, of course, will one day become the world's most liberal, but there will still be a gap with the prestigious people who ruled the world."

"Yes."

"So no matter what the results are, there is nothing to be disappointed about. We just have to cheer them with all our heart."

"I'll keep that in mind!"

Wirip San smiled as he saw Wiso Haeng clenching his fist.

Didn't you say a thousand miles is a step away?'

Hwasan is still developing at a rapid pace. What makes us more excited is to put a heavy burden on our property.

"You shouldn't just lean on your home. Our English should be helpful to Hwasan's glory.'

Wirip San opened his mouth, vowing inwardly.

"Let's go, everyone."

"Yes!"

His pupil, Yuppyeong, was followed by Wirip San.

"Shouldn't we say hello to the elders of the mainland first?"

"It's okay. They're probably busy right now. Even if you go to say hello after today's choreography, you won't be scolded."

"I see."

I arrived at the end of the crowd, but I couldn't see the rain well because it was so far away. In particular, the younger students of Hwayeongmun were still short, making it difficult to see them properly.

"Well, let's go a little further inside."

"Yes."

The disciples of Hwayeongmun penetrated the crowd. Then there was strong opposition from all over the place.

"Oh, don't push me!"

"These people! You're too late!

"I'm sorry, I'll be a little inside."

Wirip San bowed his head awkwardly.

Then a man with a nasty face made an impression and blocked Wirip San.

"No!"

"……."

"Which door is it that you don' Can't you see the people who came out early and settled in? Do you want me to show you?"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry. I'm frozen. I'm sorry. I'm going to break your neck!"

The atmosphere quickly turned ugly.

Everyone here is also a warrior, so their bodies are shaking a little with cold.

Wirip San said politely after coughing in vain.

"I arrived a long way, and I made a mistake because I wanted to show my children more of my native people. I apologize."

"Does anyone have a private statement? So, where's your office?"

"We belong to Hwayeongmun Gate in Namyeong. He's a member of Hawasan's inner circle."

"Hwajeongmun? I've never heard of it before...…."

The man with the ugly face who was talking shut his mouth for a moment. Then he looked at Wirip San with a strange look. I even shook my eyes.

"Well, where's the... where's the temple?"

"This is English."

"No, not there.Where do you want me to be fooled?

"……Hwasan."

"Hwasan?"

"Yes."

"He…….Hwasan Chae…"…. Oh, no! Are you talking about Hwasan who participated in the competition?"

Huh? What's wrong with the reaction?

And... Wasanchae?

Wirip San nodded awkwardly as he looked at the man with curious eyes.

"…Yes, I am. Yes?"

The person who blocked the front looks back. Then I coughed low in the air.

"Oh……. It was Hwasan. Hwasan."

"……."

Yes?

Wirip San squinted at the man's strange response.

"What is it?"

The man who was growling as if he was about to rush at him shrinks his shoulders with a very awkward face.

"Tue, I didn't know you were fooled by Hwasan. Lee, let's go this way. I'll guide you."

"…Yes?"

The man looked back and shouted loudly.

"Here are some of the younger disciples of Hawsan. Clear the way, please."

"Hwasan?"

"Hwasan's little disciple?"

"…Well, that's a scary word."

Yes?

Are you scared?

Wirip San tilted his head.

The others all responded similarly.

As if he is interested, he looks this way and turns his head when his eyes meet with Wirip San.

It's like, uh...….

Doesn't it look like you're looking at the warp in the streets?'

But why do you look at Hwagyeongmun with that kind of eyes?

Why?

"Come on, hurry up and open the door!"

"Get out of my way! It's Hwasan!"

"Oh, move to the side!"

"화, Hwasan?"

Wirip San opened his mouth wide as he saw the ridiculous situation of people rushing to the left and right.

What the hell is going on here?'

"Go this way."

"If you go up front, you'll find the Hwasanites."

"Hahaha! Whasan's trick. You're gonna put a lot of pressure on your shoulders."

"There you go, there you go! Hahaha!"

Wirip San couldn't figure out how to react to their response.

What the hell happened here?'

But there was no time to recognize it.

This is because a loud call was heard from the front before he could speak.

"Next! Wasan's Chung-Myung!"

'Chung-Myung?'

Hearing the familiar combination of two words, Hwasan and Chung-Myung, Wirip San elated and pulled his head out.

But his vision was obscured by an instant crowd.

"Wow!"

"Hwasan the Dragon! It's the Hwasan Divine Dragon!"

"Hwasan's Hwasan Divine Dragon is out!"

As soon as the name Chung-Myung came out, a deafening roar poured out all over the place.

"What, what!"

"Hwasan The Dragon? Master Chung-Myung?"

The reaction was so enthusiastic that I was stunned for a moment.

Wirip San looked around with a puzzled face.

Wiso Haeng also looks at the stage with her head up in the air, unable to hide her embarrassment.

I could see a man's back swinging up onto the stage."It's the seal!"

Of course, it's not easy to recognize people just by their backs.

But on the back.

'I'm so tired of you, but you keep calling me.'

Who else can express how they feel but Chung-Myung?

"Winner, Hwasan the Dragon!"

"One shot! One shot this time!"

My ears were already deafened by the outburst of cheers and cheers.

It's not like other choreography started.

Chung-Myung is only going up on the front stage, but on the other stage, the Bimu has been continuing since the arrival of Hwayeongmun.

However, as soon as Chung-Myung came up, the atmosphere of Shaolin changed.

All the disciples of Hwagyeongmun looked around with surprised rabbit eyes.

"Oh, from now on...…."

I don't know what's going on, but I have to see that beemoo.

Isn't it Chung-Myung's secret dance, which is the highest score among the Wasan reviews?

If you don't see that, there's no reason you came all the way

However, as soon as Chung-Myung appeared, the heated crowd did not easily give up their seats. Without a choice, Wirip San had no choice but to order the short children to be lifted.

Wiso Haeng admired Chung-Myung as he climbed onto the stage.

Master Chung-Myung!'

I thought I was going to be a big(?) person in any way, but I didn't think I'd be this big of a cheerer in a place like this.

Even Wiso Haeng, who cannot be said to have a deep relationship with Chung-Myung, felt proud.

I believe you!

He looked at Chung-Myung as if he was possessed by a young look of yearning.

And Wirip San straightened his chest with a smile on his face, not noticing his son's bad side.

"Ha ha ha ha. How could Hwasan be such a boisterous gatekeeper!"

Somehow, it was a tearful Wirip San.

Strangely, however, strange things began to blend in with the cheers.

"Break your head!"

"Crash out all the gufani and condescending things!"

Wirip San grinned as he heard the rousing cheer.

"Will it be okay?"

……it'll work out somehow.

Chung-Myung had a sour look on his face with a flurry of cheers.

"No, I didn't do anything, but it's already...…."

"Oh, my God! It's the Hwasan Divine Dragon!"

"Show me something this time, Hwasan The Dragon!"

"Win! Win! Win! Win!" The Wasans are winning!"

The corners of Chung-Myung's mouth are shaking a little.

"Hehe. I don't feel good about complimenting you like that. Hehehe."

Chung-Myung grinned and scratched the back of his head.

In order to leave a strong impression, he has to be blunt, but when he gets compliments, he becomes pale.

It's all because I'm not getting compliments.'

You have to do what you deserve to be praised for. You're such a jerk!

"Yes."

Chung-Myung is smacking his lips.

Coincidentally, few events were held in Gangho when he lived in Maehwa inspection.

To be exact, the arena was held steadily, but the competition where his distribution could participate was strangely not held.

When he was a latecomer, the latecomer's arena was not held, and when he was a general, only the latecomer's arena was held...….

"No, you bastards? Come to think of it, you did it on purpose!"

Do it.

Unlike now, Chung-Myung's skills were widely known at that time, so it was worth avoiding the rain.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, you pathetic.….

Notoriety is widely known, not skill.

"Don't pop out when you're not looking for it!"- It's up to me.

"Oh, yeah.

Chung-Myung grinned and lowered his head.

I'm sure you'd like to see him, too.

If Chung-Myung had made it to the front line, he would have pushed the clouds from side to side to see this competition somehow.

"So I have to get good results……."

Chung-Myung sighed deeply.

It's because I'm sad to think about it.

I can't believe I'm stuck between them at an age when I'm supposed to see them act cute and clap.

Originally, his seat is over there, where the long writers are sitting. No, if he had come with his original body, he would have told them to get down on the floor and wash their shoes.

But I have to act cute in front of them.

This is why life is unknown.

"Tsk."

Chung-Myung lifted his head slightly. And he looked at his opponent.

Did you say Jinsong?'

He is a shaman's disciple.

a shaman's disciple of a prestigious class Among them, he is one of the top 20 representatives of the non-military competition. Then what's the point of saying it?

So be confident…….

Huh?

What's wrong with him?

Chung-Myung squinted his eyes.

Jin Song-i, who came out against him, was shivering in a cold sweat.

Chung-Myung tilted his head and asked the bizarre response.

"You."

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"……."

Chung-Myung's face has turned sour. Jin Song was startled and stepped back, sweating profusely.

"Are you sick?"

"……Oh, no."

"What's wrong with your tone? Are you really sick?"

"No! It's really okay!"

"……."

Of course Jinsong was not okay.

Why are you against Chung-Myung?

How can I beat that monster? That monster is the one who took down Mu Jin's private residence!'

Where's Mu Jin's private lodging?

Elder Heo San also admitted that he was tied with that monster for a while.

Mu Jin, the elder, is one of the top three disciples.

If he competes with Mu Jin, it's clear that his legs will split before three seconds. But how the hell am I supposed to deal with a monster who beat Mu Jin?

If I didn't have a lot of eyes, I would have just run away.

"That's a male monster!'

Chung-Myung grinned as he watched the frightened Jin-song.

"Are you sure you're okay? You look very sick."

"Well, that's fine. It's really okay. I'm just very nervous."

"Oh, I see."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Chung-Myung grinned at Jinsong. What you do is pretty cute.

"I think he has an eye for people. Then why don't we just give up on each other?"

"Oh, no. I'll give it a try."

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Must?"

"…Yes?"

Chung-Myung picked up the sword with a slight lip flick.

"I see. You're saying we have to stick together, right?"

"……."

"I'll compliment you on your willingness to fight even though you know you can't, but from my point of view, I'm going to have to bother you and move your hand. But do you really want to fight?"

"Uh, that's...."

"Yes, I will deal with you with the spirit in exchange for the weather, so let's face it right!"

Jin-song smiled brightly at Chung-Myung, who was flaring his eyes to live.

'Let's just surrender.'

I'll have to live and see.

(Laughs)