Chapter - 286 Episode 286. Ending is another beginning. (1)

The start of the finals didn't change anything.

It's just that the atmosphere is a little more serious and the expectations are higher?

And, the seat of the long-written people on the podium.

There's only one thing that's changed a little bit, a little bit.

"Gufile room, and the same location as Oh Dae-sega."'

Hyun Jong peeked down at his chair. No, exactly where his chair is located.

The front of the podium.

This is not the second row where the so-called prestigious people had to look at the back of their heads.

The front seat. His chair was added to the front seat, where only the Old File Room and the Great King Oh could sit.

- The seat is not important, but I feel a little embarrassed because the long writer of Munpa, who posted the most students to the finals, is sitting behind me.

The words of Dang Gunnak were the decisive blow. In the end, the writers, who had an inner stabbing side, simply agreed to change Hwasan's seat to the front row.

Although it was judged only by the performance of the latecomers, Hwasan was recognized as a world-class masterpiece at this moment.

If it were usual, it was worth shedding tears because there was a lot of emotion.

If it were normal.

Unfortunately, however, Hyun Jong couldn't be the same today.

The sound of other long-winded writers whispering around me was lodged in my ears.

"Gambling……."

"What the hell is going on here, gambling in the Holy Shaolin?"

"Who the hell is he from?"

"I heard it's the gate of Hwagyeongmun."

"Hwajeongmun? Has anyone heard of it?"

Whenever the word "gambling" came out, Hyun Jong flinched like a person with a needle stuck in his butt.

I'm freaking out.

If I had any idea, I wanted to run right away and turn that stand upside down.

But now that I've already climbed to the podium, it's only possible in my imagination.

At that time, the shaman's long-running Heo Do opened his mouth with a subtle smile.

"If it's in English...…."

His slightly slow voice caught the attention of the people around him.

"I think I know this place."

"……."

Hyun Young's face turned white as he looked at him.

In the past, Hwasan clashed with a shaman over the passage of Hwa Young-moon.

Therefore, Heo Do, a shamanistic writer, must know that Hwayeongmun is a slang for Hwasan.

Heo Do Jin-in looked at Hyun Jong with a nice smile.

But Hyun Jong's smile felt like that of a viper.

"You know? Where is Hwayeongmun Gate?"

"How can a place like that come to Shaolin and cloud the water? Go ahead and talk, Jang Moon-in."

"We need to take action right now."

It was when Hyun Young was sweating and thinking about how to deal with the situation.

"Is there a problem?"

"…Yes?"

Dang Gunnak, who opened his mouth in a calm manner, looked over the long-written people once and continued without a hitch.

"This is Shaolin."

"Yes, Shaolin, are you not saying that? Why would we argue whether to gamble or not, Shaolin?"

"You don't understand. It means that how to deal with what's going on here depends solely on Shaolin's will."

Everyone shut their mouths at the words.

"I know you're worried, but please be careful what you say and do. Each and every reprimand can be a blame for Shaolin. If Shaolin didn't approve it, who would dare open the stand?"At that moment, the long writers all looked at the head of Shaolin's room Bop Jeong Jeong.

Bop Jeong smiled as he faced the gathering gaze.

"Wouldn't that be all right?"

"Ba, Bang-jang."

"One, what a sacred sound...…."

Though embarrassed by the long-winded gaze, Bop Jeong just smiled.

"I never thought Shaolin was a sacred place."

"……."

Bop Jeong joined together lightly.

"It's impossible to say that it's a common temple in the world. It's just that there are a few more whims. But why shouldn't we gather people and not enjoy it because it's such a great place?"

"Well."

Bop Jeong grinned as he watched the long writers who couldn't even sympathize and coughed uncomfortably.

"Isn't it enough to be a disciple of Jaffa to be strict? For those who come to watch over our disciples, we can't ask them to fit us in. Rather, I'd appreciate it if you could cheer me up like that."

As soon as Bop Jeong's words were over, praise and sympathy poured out.

"He's the head of the room."

"Ha ha, ha ha, this is supposed to be the venue for the festival."

It doesn't matter if logic is right.

If the leader of Shaolin says so, it is irrefutable. All the people gathered here are long writers of the literary faction who lead the world, but no one dares to speak up about him.

This is the power that Shaolin has built with history.

Usually, Hyun Jong would have been thrilled by the enormous power of the Moon faction called Shaolin, but now, I had no choice but to sigh with relief at the fact that this was solved somehow.

'It feels like your life span has been reduced by ten years.'

After barely rejuvenating, the extended life span is cut off day by day.

Hyun Jong, who secretly sickened, opened his ax and looked at his disciples.

"It's okay to lose the rest of your life, so you have to get good grades no matter what!'

You've lost your reputation, so you should at least get your grades. At least your grades!

You bastards!

"I think you're having a hard time."

"Huh?"

At Baek Cheon's words, Chung-Myung turned his eyes slightly as if he didn't know the English.

"That gambling board. That……."

"Oh, right!"

Chung-Myung clapped his hands.

"I have to walk, too."

"……."

Chung-Myung put his hand in his arms and took out a bunch of slips.

"…What, what kind of money did you bring?"

"Money is useful somehow. See, you bring it and it's useful."

He's about to sweep away the gambling table.

Baek Cheon shook his head as he saw Chung-Myung smiling with his mouth wide open.

Instead of blaming him, Chung-Myung looked at him with a warm smile on his face.

"What's that look? All of a sudden."

"Living quarters."

"Huh?"

"I'm gonna bet everything on the first round. If you lose, you'll die."

"……."

"I'll make sure you make that money on the day you lose one, so do well. If you don't want to use a pickaxe in a North Sea coal mine, you'd better win if you die."

"……."

It was too warm a word for a man to beater.

"Chung-Myung아."

"Huh?"

"Can I ask you a question?"

"When didn't you ask? Feel free to ask."

"Who do you think will win?"

Chung-Myung turned his eyes back on the patheticness of the world.

Then Baek Cheon looked serious.

"Except you."

"Huh?"

"Who's the most likely winner among the rest except you?"Oh, without me?

Chung-Myung had a subtle look on his face.

"Well."

Chung-Myung, who scratched his cheek lightly, shrugged.

"I don't know."

"…Don't you know?"

"Of course I know who's the strongest. But the strong side doesn't always win."

Just as Baek Cheon was about to ask something more, Chung-Myung continued.

"But I still see some potential individuals. First of all, Shaolin's dang-dong."

Baek Cheon nodded heavily. I was well aware of it.

Did you say "Hi Yeon"?'

The blow was really terrifying. That one move seemed to be enough to make it a favorite.

No one who has watched Bimu would disagree with this prediction.

Chung-Myung said after a brief thought.

"Oh, and he's a tough guy, too."

Baek Cheon frowned when a reference to Namgung Dowi was made.

"There seems to be one in the shaman, and there was a strong one in the Paengas. And, um... Shouldn't Geum-ryong still be considered a favorite? It's not gonna be easy for some guy to handle."

"……Namgoongsegawa Shaman, and Paengga Jongnam."

They are all people who make the world cry without envy.

"And a couple of nuts? Actually, it's not weird if any of them wins."

"So if it weren't for you, one of them would have won?"

"No."

"…then?"

Chung-Myung crumpled his face as if he was asking something like that.

"If I'm not here, I'll win. Isn't that obvious?"

"……."

"Why? Are you not confident?"

Baek Cheon, who had been silent for a while, wiggled subtly.

"Are you not confident?"

It was that moment.

"Hwasan의 Baek Cheon!"

Baek Cheon slowly rose from his seat and looked back at Chung-Myung.

"I'll prove it and come back, so wait."

"Whoa?"

Then he began to walk out towards the stage in a more stylish manner. There was no picture of Baek Cheon walking with his broad shoulders straightened in black.

Chung-Myung smirked at the gorgeous look.

He's very simple, too.'

It was a lie.

Oh, of course, it's clear that one of the favorites is Baek Cheon. In terms of probability, they remain in the top three fingers.

But it's hard to win.

Because there's a monster.

Chung-Myung's eyes are on Shaolin.

Did you say "Hi Yeon"?'

He has no answer.

Baek Cheon now is probably too much for him.

Of course there is a way to win.

However, that is when the competition is discussed, and when it comes to skills, it is not necessary to put it on the scale.

I don't know what would happen if I had a few more years, but I'm comparing it now.

"Uh, and...…."

Chung-Myung scratched his cheek.

"I didn't say there was one more person in Jongnam."

Well, it's gonna be okay, right?

Back Cheon, on stage, smiled in vain as he looked at his opponent.

His name was Jong Seo-han.'

He is one of the two great disciples of Jongnam. He was always next to Jin Geum Ryong whenever he did something.

Jong Seo-han smiled at Baek Cheon, twisting corners of his mouth.

"It's a coincidence that I met a great white dragon."

"……."

"Are you ready?"

Baek Cheon stared at him and turned to the place where Jongnam's disciples gathered.

Sure enough, Jin Geum Ryong is staring this way with cold eyes."Where are you looking?"

"……."

"You seem to think that you're really proud of yourself after you've gained such a poor reputation. You don't dare to see the death penalty. You didn't forget, did you? You two great disciples of HWASAN have never defeated Jongnam. Yes, that reputation is nothing more than a pick-up next to that f*cking Hwasan Divine Dragon."

It was a sharp and acrimonious provocation.

But Baek Cheon was as nonchalant as ever.

"Oh, yeah. Admit it."

"…what?"

"I admit it."

Jong Seo-han looked blankly at Baek Cheon.

You're saying he doesn't have self-esteem?'

How can you be so calm when you hear this?

But Baek Cheon continued with a nonchalant look.

"Hwasan's great student has never beaten Jongnam's great student, and my reputation is clearly overestimated."

"……."

"But what's the point?"

Growl.

Baek Cheon slowly pulled out the sword.

"If you haven't won so far, you can win from now on, and if your reputation is too much, you can make it not too much. I'm sorry, but Hwasan's disciples don't live in the past like you do."

"This guy!"

Baek Cheon smirked at the furious letter.

It's new.

In the past, he trained with all his might to beat Jin Geum Ryong. Looking back now, however, he could not have beaten Jong Seo-han, who was in front of him, let alone Jin Geum Ryong.

The gap between Hwasan and Jongnam was so wide.

"Oh, I'll correct one is correct."

Jong Seo-han's eyes were questioned by Baek Cheon's words.

"Hwasan doesn't live in the past, but I guess I'm a bit petty and obsessed with the past. I still remember being smashed by you guys before."

Baek Cheon tapped his temples lightly with his fingers. Jong-han showed his teeth fiercely.

"Don't worry. I'll cover you with a new memory. The experience of being smashed once again in front of so many people will remain in my head for the rest of my life."

"That's it."

Baek Cheon grinned.

"As you said, it was Chung-Myung who beat Jongnam, not us. But now we have a chance. According to the match list, Jin Geum Ryong is next if I beat you."

And I look at Jong-han with blue eyes.

"I'll cut the specter of Jong-nam, who's still stuck to Hawasan with my hands. Come on, I'll prove that Jong-nam is no longer a match for Hwasan."

Baek Cheon, who held a ceremony for the twenty-fourth-year-old plum-printing method, raised a sword and aimed at the letter of death.

Black armor and white hero gun.

The sword in his hand, shining in the sun.

And he's so handsome that he's so handsome.

It was the hero itself in the story. The spectators were all mesmerized by the fine appearance and looked at Baek Cheon.

But only one.

Jong Seo-han was the only one who didn't look at the scene.

"Let's see if the sword is as sharp as your muzzle!"

"There's nothing to worry about. It's sharp enough!"

"Yikes!"

Jong Seo-han, who had been pushed back by words, changed his teeth and finally pulled out a sword.

Baek Cheon turned his head slightly and looked at Jin Geum Ryong.

Jin Geum Ryong looked coldly on the stage with blade-like eyes.

You'd better keep an eye on it, brother.Jongnam will fall down at Baek Cheon's hands, not Chung-Myung.

That would be the last consideration of Baek Cheon, who once feared to mean to Jongnam.

Looking on the tense stage, Yoon-jong clenched his fist.

"Chung-Myung, you're going to win, right?"

But there was no return answer.

"Chung-Myung아?"

When Yoon-Jong turned around, Chung-Myung's seat was empty. Next to it, only Jo-Gol stood with a sour face.

"…I went to filter out the money."

"……."

Seriously...

Moonpa looks good.

That's very desirable, d*mn it.