Chapter - 358 Episode 358. What's going on? (3)

Naksaengru, one of the biggest bases in the West Bank, was crowded today.

Those who came to the base to have a drink from broad daylight used to talk about this and that without much of a topic.

However, there was also the most talked-up story among these people, so it was definitely about Hwasan and Hwagyeongmun.

"Honestly, didn't you want to go there?"

"Hm?"

Jeon Yuk, the owner of the store, looked around and said in a lower voice.

"But it's not Hwasan."

"Oh, yeah."

At the end of the war, the left-hander, who sat across from it, nodded continuously.

If I had heard this before, I would have snorted.

Only a year or two ago, Hwasan was not the kind of clique he would dare bring to Jongnam, who dominates the West Bank.

But things have changed so much now.

"Isn't there no one in the world who doesn't know that Hwasan had the best results in that show?""

"There you go. There you go. It's practically like winning, isn't it?"

"Yes, and winning doesn't matter. What's so great about one person winning. Three in the Eight Rivers, two in the Four Rivers. It's no exaggeration to say that he dominated the arena."

The left-wingers shook their heads as if they were strongly sympathetic again this time.

"What's more, it was a contest of latecomers. Doesn't that mean that the postscripts are the best in the world, or that the skills of teaching students are the best in the world?"

"That's right."

The whole meat kicked its tongue.

"Anyway entering the inner family means learning nothing from now on. So it's right to go to a well-taught, not a strong, well-"

"He sold some silk and put oil on his mouth. From what you say, I feel stupid not to enter Hwasan."

"That's not what I said, that's what it is."

He smacked his lips as if he was sad about the Jeonyuk, which was soaked with alcohol for a moment.

"Now the most powerful man in the world has opened a house in the West Bank, and I can't even look around. I'd like to put my face in it if I could.I heard that the Hwasan Divine Dragon is here too."

"Don't even dream. The moment you walk in and out of there, you've done your business in the West Bank."

The left-winger looked around and shook his head firmly, as if he were scared to think about it.

"Don't be so clumsy. The West Bank is a place where you can't escape the influence of Jongnam. The youngest son of Seongju in the West Bank is also a student of Jongnam. But you're going into Hwasan's house in Jongnam? What can't you do if you want to ruin it?"

"Hana, didn't Jongnam do the bongmun?"

"Ugh, you shouldn't be tempted by such things. What if I look away and the door opens?"

"Yes, he does, too.…."

The left wing kicked its tongue.

"And it's not a matter of going all the way to Jongnam. Do you think the clans of Jongnam in the West Bank will stay still? Jong-nam, you can't come forward because of your face, but aren't they in a position to talk about your face?"

Jeonyuk couldn't refute any more, but just had a good appetite.

"That's too bad. That's too bad. Wasan's swordmanship is a perfect age for our youngest."

"Stop talking nonsense and drink."

It wasn't just the two of them talking about this. Similar stories were going back and forth between the seats.

"I'd like to take a look.….""Hwasan's swordmanship is so sharp.If we do well, our child could end up like the Hwasan Divine Dragon, who is the best postscript in the world."

"Hwasan the Divine Dragon is the best of the later generations!"

"I'm sorry about that. That's too bad. Oh, my God."

And every word was full of regrets.

It is too difficult to stop by Hwayeongmun because the families of Jongnam, including Seowolmun, are opening their eyes blue and blue. But how can they not be interested when they are people?

In the end, everyone had no choice but to soothe their disappointment with alcohol.

"But what's so loud about?"

"Isn't it obvious that the main base is noisy?"

"No, not the base...…I think I can hear it from outside."

"Outside? What about outside?"

The eyes of the whole meat and the left-hand side simultaneously turned to the entrance.

One of the people who was about to go outside was opening the door.

"Huh?"

The whole meat blinked its eyes.

I think I saw a crowd outside while the door was open for a while...…?

"What's going on out there?"

"And you think you can hear some kind of drumming?"

Perhaps they were the only ones who noticed the disturbance, but the eyes of those filling the base turned to the windows and doors.

The whole meat crept up from its seat. Since it was a castle that couldn't bear questions, he was trying to confirm it with his eyes rather than with pain.

He went through the entrance one by one and opened the door.

"Huh?"

When I went outside, there were more crowds than I saw inside.

What the hell is going on, people are gathered here?'

Naksaengru is located on the largest road in the West Bank. But the fact that the road is packed with people means that there are a lot of people.

Since it is the first time to see such a scene in recent years, the question of Jeonyuk has grown even more and more. He eventually squeezed in the crowd and began to go inside.

"Let's get out of the way for a second. What the hell is inside?"

"Oh, don't push me!"

"If he was late, I'd see him from behind!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The Jeonyuk, which pushed into the crowd, crawled forward and stuck its head out.

"Huh?"

And he raised his eyes wide at the unexpected sight.

The inside of the crowd was empty as if the stage had opened, and people dressed in black uniforms were huddled together.

When I saw the plum blossom patterns on their chest, I shouted out loud without realizing it.

"Hwasan파?"

Why are the Wasans here?

'Oh, no.'

I've heard that the Wasan people are staying in Hwayeongmun, so it's not strange that they're here.

But what the hell are you gonna do?

The eyes of Jeon-yuk, looking at the Wasan disciples, were full of questions.

"……Chung-Myung아."

"Huh?"

"Do I really have to do it?"

"Then you'll fake?"

Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol looked at Chung-Myung with faintly hopeless eyes.

But Chung-Myung only returned the glum gaze.

"Why? You don't want to do it?"

"Oh, no. I'm not saying I don't want to...…."

Yoon-Jong said with a slightly discouraged look.

"It's the first time I've seen a sword spread in front of so many people...…."

"The man who used to cut people with a knife in Sorim says that?"

"Well, that's a tombstone. This is a demonstration."

Yoon-Jong swallowed a dry saliva.

In no time, the crowd gathered like clouds.

Oh, my heart is pounding.'

Of course, as Chung-Myung said, I have already performed in front of more people. But rubbing is literally focusing on the opponent. It's not meant to be seen.But isn't Chung-Myung asking them to demonstrate swordmanship in front of all these people?

"Ee, is this working? People in the West Bank must have seen Jongnam's swordsmanship countless times."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Chung-Myung openly kicked his tongue at Jo-Gol's suspicious remarks.

"This death penalty is saying stupid things again. Capital punishment, what's the best thing about Hawsan swordsmanship?"

"…Strengths?"

Jo-Gol tilts his head.

Strong? Fast? Or…….

"Oh……."

Jo-Gol nods as if he understands.

"That's brilliant.

"That's right."

Chung-Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth.

"It's not a matter of people who only saw Jongnam's swordmanship, which only knows how to hit, draw and block swords, but when they see Hwasan's swordmanship, their eyes turn."

"……That saga of swordsmanship was brilliant."

"I've already looked into it. I don't think he ever demonstrated it. It was like a secret weapon."

I'm looking into it again.

You're such a smart guy.

"I mean!"

Chung-Myung clapped his hands.

"I can't see a hundred words. The Wasan sword is so fancy that you can't just listen to it and show it to your eyes!"

Chung-Myung pointed forward with his chin.

"So don't be so clueless and go out and open it up."

"……."

Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol's faces are distorted.

'Who doesn't know that?'

'Cause it's embarrassing.'

Living on top of a mountain where more than half of my life is hard to climb, I was not used to standing in front of so many people. Besides, I can't just stand there. I have to demonstrate.

But there was no place for them to flee.

"Chung-Myung is right."

"Living room?"

Baek Cheon said, nodding slowly with a stiff face.

"A lot is at stake on whether we can take root in the West Bank. Hwasan is also Hwasan, but shouldn't it be helpful for the English language that moved westward with great determination?"

"Living quarters……."

You're right about that.

But why are you slowly moving back?

"Well, so you all do a good job and...…."

The tip of Chung-Myung's pick-up poked Baek Cheon in the back as he stepped back.

"……."

"Sasuk is at the front."

"……why?"

"The most talented people have to stand in front of them to catch their eyes. Why don't you ask me something obvious?"

……Chung-Myung아.

It's not that I didn't ask because I didn't know it.

Then Hyun Young approached me with a big smile.

"I think we're getting together enough, but let's get started. If you take too much time, it'll backfire."

"Yes, I will."

Chung-Myung nodded and pointed forward.

"Hurry up and get a seat."

Hwasan's disciples, who couldn't finally escape, sighed in unison. It was very obvious that he didn't want to do it.

Then someone said.

"I'm so sorry, masters. I feel like I'm giving you an unnecessary trouble.…."

The eyes of the Hwasan disciples turned to the man who opened his mouth.

Wiso Haeng, and behind him, Wirip San bowed his head with an apologetic face.

The faces of the Hwasan disciples changed completely when they saw them.

"What are you talking about? Of course!"

"Just stay there and watch!"

"You can just spread it out and come back."

Baek Cheon's face, which had been crumpled all along, had already become unmanned. He nodded slowly, looking a little out of luck."It's not bad to give the West Bank a glimpse of Hawasan's swordmanship. Don't worry."

"…Stamp."

"Let's go!"

"Yes, death penalty!"

"Yes, Sa-suk!"

Hwasan's disciples, led by Baek Cheon, began to follow suit in unison.

Chung-Myung smirked at the sight.

'They've become weird kids anyway.'

When asked to do so, he finds a way to avoid it, but when someone is embarrassed or sorry, he pretends nothing is wrong.

This is why Hwasan's disciples are interesting.

That's right away.

Baek Cheon, who was at the front with a confident walk, took a small deep breath and looked around. It became quiet everywhere.

The people of the West Bank were looking at them with anticipation and curiosity.

"I'm Baek Cheon, Hwasan's second best student."

"Oh! The Hwajeong sword!"

When it comes to grades, Baek Cheon is not only Chung-Myung, but also Yoon-Jong or Yoo-Esul. But here in the West Bank, you can get more than them.

Because...

"That's a fireball! I beat Jin Geum Ryong!"

This is because there is a record of beating the best review index in Jongnam.

People are starting to crowd forward. The nickname Hwajeonggeom was exerting its power. This is why strong people strive so hard to gain fame.

"Today we're going to demonstrate Hwasan's ignorance here. I'd like to say hello to the West Bank who haven't seen Hwasan's sword for a long time, so please enjoy it."

Chung-Myung and Hyun Young threw their tongues out from behind as if they had oil on their tongues.

"You said you weren't going to do that a while ago."

"There's always someone who takes care of it when you set it up."

"It's meant to be. It's meant to be."

It's not Baek Cheon who lacks explanation even with the word "honey". When such a person accompanied by his disciples and opened his mouth in the lead, a picture was drawn that no one could help but notice.

"Come on, then…….."

It was just as Baek Cheon was getting started.

"Get out of the way."

"Come out for a moment!"

"Oh! Someone keeps pushing me and...….Poetry, excuse me.

For a moment, there was a commotion among the crowd, and some crowd pushed to the front.

"Whoa?"

Chung-Myung shined his eyes.

They were the gatekeepers of Jongnam who left a warning in Hwayeongmun yesterday.

"What are you doing here?"

Nam Jamyong, the leader of Seowolmunju, shouted.

However, Hyun Young opened his mouth before his back-story was even heard.

"Seowolmunju."

"……."

"I'm Hyun Young, the elder of Hwasan. I didn't say much about yesterday's event at Hwasan, but this is Hwasan's event. Can I accept now that you are trying to sabotage Hwasan's event?"

Nam Jamyong shut up.

Come to think of it, all the people who came out with swords were disciples of the Hwasanites.

"Well, that's...."

I can fight against English.

But I can't fight with Hwasan.

It wasn't people who didn't know how much Hwasan was doing right now.

Hyun Young said with a grin.

"Well, I'm glad you're here. While you're here, let's get a glimpse of Hawsan's sword. Baek Cheon아."

"Yes."

Baek Cheon looked at the doorknobs with slightly sunken eyes like a honeyed mute. And he said.

"It's embarrassing to open a sword in front of many gatekeepers, but...…."

The corners of his mouth, which had been stretched out well, rolled up.

"I'll show you a sword that I'm not ashamed of."

Baek Cheon, who stretched his shoulders, pulled up a sword.

He was wearing a hero gun and holding a sword, just like a picture."Oh!"

"That's really cool."

Those watching looked at him with admiring eyes.

And

Watching the scene from behind, Chung-Myung shook his head.

There we go again.

That's a disease, too.

Whew.