Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 216

“Can you see it?”

“Yes, Hyung nim!”

“Look at the vast expanse of land! This place will all be your Hyung nim’s land!”

A boisterous voice rang out.

“No government officials here bother us, and there are no scoundrels who bully people when they are bored. Now we can do what we want here!”

“Of course, Hyung nim!”

“Hahahaha! Everyone here will remember the name of our Jang Ho-chae before the end of this year! Come on, let’s go, my brothers! History will remember this place as our beginning!”

“Yes, Hyung nim!”

“Of course, Chae-ju!”

A raging passion.

Hot devotion.

It is the history of……

Ttaakk!

“Kereuk!”

Bang Yoga knelt, his hand on his head.

“You’re thinking about something else. You sure have much leeway, are you?”

“No! Not at all! Aigoo, Taoist nim! Do you think I’m crazy?”

“It’s not like thinking about something is crazy. You could be thinking about something else to die for.”

“No! Absolutely not!”

Bang Yoga’s eyes welled up with tears.

‘I’ll just go back to my hometown and live there while I work on the land,’

What? Who is the area’s ruler?

‘Forget about being a ruler! I’m going to die from a beating.’

“Pull it like a cow! Like a cow!”

“Yes, Taoist nim! I’ll pull it like a cow! Emooooh!”

Bang Yoga’s eyes welled up with tears.

“Ugh…”

Bang Yoga let out a groan as he rubbed his limbs.

Their daily routine has become very simple since Chung Myung apprehended them. He literally pulls a cart like a horse from dawn to dusk. When the dawn became too dark to move, they assisted others in preparing for camp, and only then were they given a brief respite.

“Cha- Chaeju nim. It’s so hard.”

“Oheuhuk. I really feel like I’m going to die.”

“I’d rather die.”

Bang Yoga’s eyes became slightly teary as his skinny subordinates began to whine and lament.

‘How did I get with them……’

They are robbers.

It was also Jang Ho-chae, who was notorious in a remote area of Sichuan.

However, Bang Yoga, the owner of Jang Ho-group, chae’s was becoming increasingly aware that the world was vast and that others could be called the true ‘Grim Reapers.’

“……is the youngest still out of his mind?”

“…maybe it would be unreasonable for him to return to his sanity.”

Bang Yoga closed his eyes tightly as he stood in a corner, his mouth open, watching the youngest member. Saliva flows from the mouth of the youngest member, who appears to be distracted.

“……does he have to live his whole life as an idiot?”

“Probably…”

“Ugh.”

Being young implies ambition. However, the youngest demonstrated his youth by confronting the young master named Chung Myung.

And the cost was prohibitively expensive.

Chung Myung Dojo smiled warmly when he saw the spirit of Gong So who was shouting. And he added,

– Oh, my gosh. The cow is speaking up.

Bang Yoga didn’t seem to forget that voice for the rest of his life.

With those words, Chung Myung stamped the head of Gong So with his feet without even getting up from the carriage.

Gong So has remained that way since.

It is unclear whether he will be able to scoop a spoon of the rice properly with his own hands for the rest of his life.

Anyway, no one dared to say it was difficult after Gong So, even if their feet were swollen and their limbs were likely to break.

Besides…

They weren’t the ones who were really struggling.

Flop.

Flop!

“Ugh…….”

“…….”

Bang Yoga looked at the Mount Hua disciples who were collapsing in front of him with tired faces.

He can’t even begin to express how difficult it is to look at them, who have almost become rags with just one sip of training.

The only person standing in Bang Yoga’s eyes then appears.

“The more you practice, the longer you can hold out! Why isn’t there a difference in the amount of time you hold out every time? I told you to make an effort! Work hard!

Bang Yoga’s vacant gaze fell to the ground and became engrossed in Jo Gol’s twitching.

“…….”

He can’t remember much now, but he believes this young man first beat them up like dogs……

But now Jo Gol is being beaten up and killed by a young man named Chung Myung.

‘What are you doing, gaining strength on the outskirts and securing a place in Jungwon (Central Plain)?’

When he remembered Chae-words, ju’s his blood pressure skyrocketed.

Jungwon?

Jungwoooon?

‘That cretin!’

How can they plan on going to Jungwon when it’s so crowded? They’re going to lose their minds before they even try!

Chung Myung then turned his head.

“Oh, you still have the power to look here.”

The bandits lowered their gaze quickly.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. They’re also people, huh?”

Chung Myung clicked his tongue and walked somewhere, and Mount Hua’s disciples, who were lying on the ground, struggled to get up.

“Ugh…”

Jo Gol shook his head.

“What is that ghost up to? I’m not going to be able to catch him! ”

“…… I’m sure ghosts are scared of him too.”

“Phew!”

Jo Gol lets out a deep sigh and raises Yoon Jong.

“Sahyung, wake up.”

“Where are we now?”

“……no. Just go to bed.”

Jo Gol was the one who was sparing his Sahyung.

Baek Chun lets out a sigh and opens his mouth.

“Let us quickly wash and tidy up. That way, we can get some sleep.”

“I’m going to organize a little bit more of what I’ve been training for today.”

“Will you be alright?”

“During the day, I can sleep on the wagon. I’m sorry for the horses, but I’m not sorry for them.”

“Hmm. To think about it.”

The Mount Hua disciples cast a glance at the bandits.

Bang Yoga unknowingly closed his eyes.

‘Things that not even dogs will bite.’

The Mount Hua disciples are arguing and moving to one side, while the bandits watching the scene sighed in unison.

“Hyung nim.”

“Why?”

“If we come back alive, let’s not even pee in Jungwon again.”

“…… let’s make sure we don’t.”

What can they do now that those younger and stronger than them are trained to vomit blood?

‘Does Jungwon have monsters like that?’

The disciples of Mount Hua caused a strange misunderstanding.

“Keueung.”

“Koooo…….”

“Ugh….”

A human-drawn wagon continued its journey.

And everyone watching the scene couldn’t help but tilt their heads.

“What’s the deal with a man pulling a wagon? Why is the horse simply following? ”

“Huh. I live to witness strange occurrences.”

“It looks like they’re from Sichuan.”

Bang Yoga clenched his fists.

As they traveled deeper into Yunnan beyond the border area, they frequently encountered people, and all of them gathered around them, expressing curiosity.

‘What’s the big deal?’

Without realizing it, Bang Yoga glared.

He used to get irritated when everyone gathered around him as if they were watching something strange.

Not to mention,

Ttakk!

Chung Myung couldn’t help himself from punishing such a man.

“Ugh!”

The rod that flew into Yoga’s head causes his eyes to pop out.

“How can a cow look at people?”

“……ugh.”

“Thumbs down. I, too, have softened. People like you would have been cut up as soon as they saw it in the old days.”

The issue is that it does not appear to be a joke.

Back Chun, who was riding in the wagon behind Chung Myung, quietly opened his mouth as he clicked his tongue and looked around.

“Now we are completely in Yunnan.”

“Yes.”

Chung Myung gave the nod.

“Is this the case all of the time?”

The first impression that those who entered Yunnan had was that it was more desolate than expected.

“All I can see are mountains and fields. I can see why the government is uninterested in Yunnan.”

Baek Chun smirked.

“And yet we haven’t seen Namman Yasugung people yet.”

“Even if they’re Shaolin, they won’t be able to protect all of Yunnan.”

Baek Chun gave the nod.

He assumed that because the Namman Yasugung Clan ruled Yunnan, they would be stopped as soon as they entered the province.

But, thinking about it, Namman Yasugung Clan, deep in Yunnan, was unlikely to come out to protect the outskirts.

Gwak Haengsu, who was listening in on the two’s conversation, hinted.

“The Kunming side, where the tea trade takes place, is managed by them. Aside from that, they occasionally patrol, but I don’t see them very often.”

“But aren’t you being overly cautious?”

“We need to.”

Gwak Haengsu lowered his voice slightly.

“The Namman Yasugung Clan’s influence in Yunnan exceeds that of the Tang family in Sichuan. In other words, anyone I meet now could be a spy for the Namman Yasugung Clan. Namman Yasugung Clan must have been informed of our arrival in Yunnan.”

Baek Chun drew his brows together and looked around.

The realization that everyone gathered here could become the eyes and ears of the Namman Yasugung Clan instills a new sense of foreboding.

“People don’t appear to be in good shape, do they?”

Chung Myung has been added to Baek Chun.

It’s not that it’s bad, but it’s clear that everyone he meets is hungry.

The skin was soiled, and the body visible through the clothes was skin and bones.

“Yunnan is a place where food production is poor by nature. Basically, there isn’t much farmable land. On your way here, did you notice the rice fields carved out of the mountains? ”

“Yes.”

“Because farmland is scarce in many areas, farming is done in this manner. However, I’ve heard the recent drought exacerbates the situation.”

Gwak Haengsu clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“In the past, the money earned from the tea trade was considerable and it was worth a living, but now that tea trade is prohibited……, if the farming doesn’t go well, they’ll all starve to death.”

When he heard that, Baek Chun tilted his head.

“You said they were dealing with the West, didn’t you?”

“In fact, most Westerners dislike tea. There is no other place in the world that values tea as much as Jungwon. Furthermore, Westerners’ tastes in tea differ from those of Yunnan.”

Baek Chun nodded, as if he had just realized what was happening.

“In the end, cutting deals with Jungwon didn’t work well for Yunnan.”

“Is it only in Yunnan? Sichuan is also grunting at the moment. The merchants of Sichuan, who were once second only to those of Jungwon, are now powerless. Because tea has little to do with eating and purchasing, they end up starving.”

“Well.”

Baek Chun’s eyes were complicated as he looked at the people.

“We’ll be arriving in Kunming shortly. We’ve done our job if we can get there without incident.”

Gwak Haengsu was saluted by Baek Chun.

“Thank you again.”

“We will receive your thanks after we arrive safely.”

Gwak Haengsu smiled warmly.

The journey continued, and as Gwak Haengsu had predicted, Mount Hua’s disciples stood guard and looked around.

They can only see rough roads and barren land in front of them, and nothing serious has happened.

“Euraaaaaaa!”

“Euaaaaa!”

The group arrived three times faster than expected thanks to the human horse pulling the wagon with all their might.

“That’s Kunming.”

Chung Myung looked at the old castle wall with a frown.

“It’s more like a village than a castle.”

“A high wall, such as Jungwon, does not exist in Yunnan. It’s because there isn’t enough food to go around in such a small area.”

“Aha.”

Chung Myung gives the nod.

“Thank you in any case. We got here because of you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Mount Hua’s disciples said their goodbyes to the Peace Merchant Association group, which was on its way to buy tea leaves, and Gwak Haengsu made a few requests before speeding off the road.

Chung Myung mumbled as he spun back.

“Now these are the problems.”

The bandits wince and bow their heads as soon as their gazes meet.

‘Nice face, nice face, nice face!’

‘The most pitiful expression.’

Chung Myung cast a glance at Baek Chun, who then opened his mouth as if thinking for a moment.

“Isn’t it better to let them go?”

“Huh? Do you want me to release them? ”

“Yeah. True, they committed a crime, but they went through a lot to get here… They appear to be reflecting on themselves, so releasing them is not a bad idea.”

Chung Myung nodded emphatically.

“You’re pleading for mercy, Keuh. This is one of the reasons I like Sasuk.”

“…… Don’t say weird things.”

Chung Myung turned to face the bandits with a smile.

“Release them.”

“Thank you very much! Thank you incredibly much! ”

“I’m going to have a good life now! Hehehehe! ”

“I’ll never be bandits again.”

Chung Myung laughed.

“But guess what?”

“……Yes?

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