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Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 238

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“Ugh.”

“Hiiik!”

“Gasp! Gasp! Gasp!”

The cart moved at an unusually fast pace.

Jang Hochae’s bandits possessed exceptional abilities from the start. When they drew out the strength they had been nurtured, such people could not have been slow to move.

“Ugh…….Bu- Buchae Ju……. I’m no longer…….”

“Hang in there! Hey, you bastard! You have to hold on!”

“I- I can’t…….”

“Then do you want to go up there?”

The bandit turns his head slightly after hearing Bang Yo’s words.

They noticed a figure on the cart.

The bandits, who had been staggering as if about to collapse, gathered their strength and quickly grabbed the cart with wild eyes.

“Uoohhhh!”

“Yes! Hang in there!”

Bang Yo was crying as he pushed the cart.

His legs trembled, and a sweet odor emanated from his mouth, but he couldn’t stop.

Will they bother him if he stops?

No!

It’s a problem because they’re so nice to him!

Bang Yo lifts his head and looks over the cart.

Five bandits were lounging next to Chung Myung.

“I told you to lie down. Why do you keep sitting down?”

“That’s all right!”

“Horses don’t lie down and rest!”

Chung Myung shakes his head as he looks at the bandits, who respond as if their throats are about to burst, refusing to budge.

Oh, you don’t get it. I told you to unwind.”

“We’re perfectly fine!”

“Comfortable! It’s extremely soothing.”

“It was so comfortable that I slept soundly!”

Bang Yo cast a glance.

‘How can a man be so ruthless?’

Chung Myung loaded five of them onto the cart shortly after leaving Kunming.

Besides the Mount Hua disciples, there was enough room in the large cart for five people.

– Why 10 people at once? You could take turns pulling five people and rest in your spare time.

They thought it was a thoughtful remark, but the reality was that they had to pull the cart 12 hours a day, every day.

It had been fine up until that point.

It might be a little uncomfortable because it’s on a moving cart, but it’s still a break.

On the other hand, those who climbed the cart in joy and excitement had no choice but to close their eyes when they realized the resting place was next to Chung Myung.

“I’m not going to go there.’

‘It’s better to die running!’

‘Hell is more comfortable.’ As my Hyung nim, I would serve King Yama! ’

The people pushing the cart looked pityingly down at the people on top. They were all on their knees, trembling in fear.

Chung Myung was slanting next to them, fiddling with the hay.

“Are you hungry?”

“No!”

“I’m not hungry!”

“That’s strange. I think you haven’t eaten for one day. Isn’t it time to get hungry?”

“No! It’s really all right!”

“Really?”

“Yes! We don’t have much appetite.”

“Tsk. I can’t force you to eat if you don’t want to. Tell me whenever you’re hungry. I’ll give you food.”

“I- I understand.”

The bandits shed blood tears when Chung Myung yawned and turned over.

‘Is hay a food? Is hay a rice? ‘

‘In my previous life, what crime did I commit?’

‘You bastard, the sin was made in this life.’

Why would I do such a thing?

I should have lived a sinless life.

It was also too late to be sorry now.

“Anyway, rest well. As I said. If you go twice as fast as you came before, I’ll let you go.”

“Yes!”

“I believe that.”

“Instead…….”

Chung Myung swung his neck side to side.

Crack. Crack.

“Imagine what will happen if we don’t arrive twice as fast.”

“…….”

“You’ll have to run hard.”

“We- We’ll be there on time!”

“Right, if you’re hungry, eat hay.”

Chung Myung smiled and collapsed completely.

‘Oh, I’ve gotten too nice.’

Previously, he would have cut off the neck when he saw those things.

The bandits’ blood tears widened Chung Myung’s smile.

* * *

“Are there no news yet?”

“Yes, Sanghweju nim.”

“Hmm.”

Jo Pyeong’s brow furrowed.

‘Ugh.’

No matter how hard he tries, there is no way he can avoid worrying. Isn’t his son in that dangerous Yunnan, and we haven’t heard anything about him?

Now, he believes that his son is an adult and tries to wait, but a parent’s heart is not like that.

“Are you saying it’s hard to send a single message? What an indifferent fellow.”

“Sanghweju nim know that it is difficult to deliver news from Yunnan to here, right?”

“Even so!”

Jo Pyeong took a deep breath and began walking.
Normally, walking in the garden would relieve his frustration, but no matter how far he walked, his stomach grumbled.

“Sanghweju nim.”

“I know.”

Jo Pyung exhaled a sigh.

He can’t keep squandering his time like this. As Lord of Sahaesanghwe, he is responsible for the lives of many commercial members.

It was the moment he turned his heavy steps and attempted to enter the hall.

Dudududu!

“Huh?”

Jo Pyeong shifted his gaze.

A loud footstep could be heard from the main road in front of the main gated.

‘What exactly is going on?’

Dududududu!

Jo Pyeong’s brow furrowed slightly.

It sounds like a large army approaching. Furthermore, the sound was becoming louder. As if a large army was pursuing him.

“What’s going on?”

“I- I’ll check it out right now!”

Cho Gwan rushed forward and grabbed the door at that precise moment.

Bang!

The front door blew open with a loud bang. Cho Gwan is thrown high into the sky during the recoil.

“Aaaaaa!”

Cho Gwan’s scream grew louder and louder, but Jo Pyeong couldn’t afford to listen. This is due to the bizarre scene he witnessed through the door.

Those who pulled in with a large cart gradually slowed down, looked around blankly, and collapsed on the spot, with the momentum to destroy everything in the world.

They then started crying.

“Hoook! Hok! Hoook!”

“I- I’m alive! I’m alive!”

“Hahahahaha! Mother! I arrived on time!”

‘Who the hell are these people?’

Jo Pyeong opened his eyes wide and looked at the people who were lying down beside the cart.

The clothes were ripped and tattered, and the entire body was covered in dirt and sweat. He can’t help but think that the passing beggar would bow his head as if meeting their Hyung whenever he sees them.

In contrast to the depressing gloom, their faces were filled with overwhelming joy and emotion.

“Keuh….Keukkk. Alive! I’m Alive!”

“Keuheuhuk! Buchaeju nim, we did it!”

“Yes, yes. Everyone worked really hard. This Buchaeju is thrilled!”

What are they up to?

Jo Pyeong, who couldn’t make sense of the sudden situation, just stared blankly.

Someone then jumped off the cart.

“Well!”

He jumped off, clicking his tongue.

“How dare they break the door? This is Jo Gol Sahyung house!”

“Hiiik!”

“Gasp!”

Jo Pyeong cocked his chin.

‘Who is this visitor?’

Chung Myung, Jo Gol’s Saje, or Mount Hua Divine Dragon are unmistakable.

‘That’s…?’

“Oh, my waist.”

“Keuh. It’s nice to come quickly, but it’s too shaky.”

“Motion sickness, motion sickness.”

“Sa- Samae! Get out of here! Don’t throw up here!”

Mount Hua’s disciples emerged from the cart one by one. When Jo Pyeong discovered his son Jo Gol among them, he opened his eyes wide.

“Gol ah! You punk! What the hell is going on here?”

“Father!”

Jo Gol hurried over to Jo Pyeong.

“No, what happened…….”

Sreuk!

Jo Gol, on the other hand, grabbed his hand without even listening.

Jo Pyeong flinched and took a step back when he saw his sons, who appeared to be about to spit fire at any moment. But Jo Gol’s grip tightened, as if he couldn’t let go of such a father.

“Father!”

“Hu- Huh?”

It perplexed Jo Pyeong because it was the first time he had seen his son emit such a terrifying force.

“Grain!”

“…….”

“We need to buy grain right now! We need to secure all the grain in Sichuan!”

“……What?”

No, when this guy returned, he didn’t even say hello, and then……

“What do you mean?”

Jo Gol gave a pitiful look to Jo Pyeong, who wanted to hear and see the situation first.

“Tea!”

“……Huh?”

“It can be exchanged for tea!”

It was total nonsense.

But Jo Pyeong is a businessman. He was also a capable merchant who led Sahaesanghwe, which is known as Sichuan’s best merchant.

He quickly extracted the useful information from Jo Gol’s words.

“So…….”

Jo Pyeong, who has finished organizing slightly, opens his mouth quickly.

“The tea you’re talking about will of course be Yunnan’s.”

“Yes!”

“So you really…Are you saying that the four people who went with you this time got the right to buy Yunnan’s tea?”

“Yes! We have obtained exclusive right.”

“…exclusive?”

So there’s a monopoly…. The authority to resell Yunnan tea……

Jo Pyeong muttered, his head slightly tilted. Then he jumped as if struck by lightning. His pupils dilated, as if they were about to bulge.

“Re, re, re……. Resale! Did you say exclusive right?”

“Yes!”

“If I bring grain, you give me tea?”

“I told you so! We don’t have time for this!”

Jo Pyeong’s eyes began to turn slowly.

‘The sole right to sell Yunnan tea.’ He can trade the grain for the tea if he brings it.’

There was so much I wanted to ask, but now wasn’t the time. It’s not too late to inquire after he’s moved!

“Cho- Cho Gwan! Where is Cho Gwan!”

“Ugh……Yes, Sanghweju nim. I’m right here …….”

Cho Gwan, who had fallen into the pond and appeared depressed, was present.

“Buy every grain in Chengdu right now! No, you have to buy all the grain in Sichuan! Twice the price! No, I’ll take three times as much! Move! Now!”

“Yes!”

“Get ready to go up to Yunnan at the same time! I think it’s urgent, so as soon as possible! You will have to prepare enough wagons and horses to carry the grain you bought!”

“Yes!”

Cho Gwan jumped into the hall without saying or responding to Jo Pyeong’s expression.

Jo Pyeong only looked at Jo Gol after completing the order.

“Now that I have done as you say, explain what the hell is going on.”

“Yes, it’s…….”

Jo Gol began telling Yoon Jong about the situation.

Chung Myung turned and trudged along as he looked at it. It’s an explanation, so they’ll be fine on their own, and Chung Myung now has a separate task.

“Ugh…….”

“I- I think my legs are missing…….”

“I don’t even have the strength to drink water.”

The bandits on the ground started groaning and rubbing their legs. Chung Myung delighted in the sight.

“Everyone worked so hard.”

“It’s not!”

“It’s all thanks to you!”

“Yes, yes.”

Chung Myung’s face was filled with joy.

Because the bandits ran wild at all hours of the day and night, they could return to Sichuan twice as quickly as they had left.

“By- By the way, Dojang nim.”

“Huh?”

“……Are you going to forgive us now?”

Buchae Ju Bang Yo inquired quietly.

Naturally, what he really wants to say is…

‘Are you going to let us go now?’

But he lacks the courage to confront Chung Myung directly.

“What am I going to do with you?”

“……the- then.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll let you go.”

“Tha- Thank you! Thank you very much.”

Chung Myung nods and smiles.

That was the turning point.

Tatatatatat!

Chung Myung struck the bandit’s Dantian with his lightning-fast hand.

“Keuk?”

“Arghh!”

The bandits were hunched over their stomachs.

The bandits looked at Chung Myung with suspicious eyes after realizing their internal strength had been banned again.

“Do- Dojang nim?”

“What is this…?”

Chung Myung, on the other hand, simply shrugged.

“Come on, I’m not lying. I’m really letting you go.”

“…Yes?”

The next thing they knew, there was a noise behind their backs, and Baek Chun walked in through the broken door.

“Chung Myung ah. I brought him.”

“Oh, good job, Sasuk.”

‘Would you like to bring someone here?’

‘Who?’

Bang Yo and the other bandits looked around nervously.

Why isn’t ominous foreboding incorrect?

The government officials were the ones who followed Baek Chun.

“…….”

While looking at the scattered bandits, the officials who entered the door hardened their faces.

“Are they these guys? The bandits of Jang Hochae.”

“…….”

The bandits stared at Chung Myung again, stunned.

‘Dude.’

‘Please don’t tell me…’

And Chung Myung did not disappoint them.

“Yes, they are. Hurry up and take them.”

“So…….”

“Son of a gun…….”

Officials rushed in and wrapped them in a rope before the curse could continue.

“You bandits! You must have been running wild all this whole time!”

“You’re beheaded! Do you think there are one or two dead Sichuan people?”

“Drag them!”

The bandits, who were being dragged helplessly, all turned to look at Chung Myung simultaneously.

“Aaarghhh! You bastard-like scum!”

“That malco Taoist! You’re not a human being!” (refers to the nose of a large horse riding by the nobles who do not follow the rules and play freely. For this reason, it was mainly used to curse those who do not follow social norms, ethics, laws, etiquette, etc. Source: Naver Open Korean Dictionary)

“You’re going to hell on fire!”

There was a lot of resentment on Chung Myung’s face, but it was just dull. He even puffed out his fingers and picked his ears.

“Where is the dog barking?”

Finally, the bandits, including Bang Yo, were dragged away while muttering all of the curse words in their heads.

Baek Chun, who was watching the scene, approached and inquired.

“…Is it okay to do this?”

“Is there a problem?”

“But they did their best.”

“That’s the only way to do it. And I kept my promise. I let them go. But what can I do if the country takes them away?”

“…….”

“It’s a bit unfortunate, though. Should I have gotten them some hay?”

‘Oh, my. ‘This is Chung Myung.’

‘He’s a good person.’

‘He has a good heart.’

Return of Mount Hua Sect

Return of Mount Hua Sect

Return of the Blossoming Blade, Return of the Huashan Sect, Return of the Mount Hua Sect, RMHS
Score 9
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2019 Native Language: Korean
The 13th generation disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Three Great Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Saint, Chung Myung. After slicing the head of the peerless Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, he slept an eternal sleep on the peak of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Jumping over a hundred years, he comes back in the body of a child. But… what? Mount Hua declined? What the hell are you talking about!? It’s only natural to want to live if you’re going broke. “Decline? Even though I’m here? Who would dare!” Plum blossoms eventually fall. But when the cold winter passes and spring comes, plum blossoms shall bloom again. “But I’m gonna die first before Mount Hua gets revived! If you’re gonna go bust, might as well do it right, you bastards!” The beginning of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint, Chung Myung’s solitary struggle to save the thoroughly declining Mount Hua Sect.

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