Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 251

“You can’t?”

“…….”

“Didn’t you just say with your own mouth that you could cut Hancheol? But what do you mean you can’t?”

It’s cold.

A dagger flew through the air and pierced his chest.

But, to his chagrin. The tongue moves more quickly than the eyes.

“Tha-That’s right.”

“So, what exactly do you mean? Can you cut it or can’t you?”

“I-I can cut it.”

“Hm?”

Hyun Sang frowned and tilted his head.

“Tell me plainly. Why…….”

Hyun Young screamed at that point.

“Why are you cornering my baby?”

“…whe-when am I?”

“Please keep your mouth shut because it’s causing the child to have a hard time!”

“…….”

Hyun Young clicked his tongue a few times and turned to face Chung Myung. It gave him goosebumps to see the process of the face, which was full of irritation, blooming brightly in an instant.

“Right, Chung Myung-ah. There must be a reason.”

“O-Of course.” I say.

“Then let’s hear the reason first.”

‘Aah.’

Elder Hyun Young appears to be surrounded by a halo. So this is the real Tao…

‘Yes?’

‘Is the halo Buddhism?’

‘……Anyway.’

“Hmm.”

Chung Myung swallowed and cleared his throat.

“Ah, of course, I can cut Hancheol. Of course, I can. That’s how I made the pot.”

“Yes, yes.”

“However, I suffered a lot while making the pot, and my internal strength was greatly damaged.”

“Hm?”

Hyun Young’s eyes widened.

“Are you saying you had internal injuries?”

“Uh, that’s… because I put so much effort into making Jasodan…”

“That’s correct, that’s correct! You’re going overboard!”

“Yes! Exactly!”

Chung Myung exhaled a sigh.

However, Hyun Young tilted his head again, as if it were strange.

“But… …if you had an internal injury, have you eaten Jasodan?”

‘…… That’s razor-sharp.’

“Oh, I haven’t eaten yet.”

“Then eat Jasodan and get well soon. What’s the problem?”

“Uh…… that.”

Chung Myung sighed and rolled his eyes.

‘Let’s just say anything and get out of here!’

“I think I’ll be able to take a step further in my cultivation if I take Jasodan this time, so I’m going to take it more carefully.”

“Oh!”

“I can’t believe you are advancing again! Oh my God!”

‘Don’t look up to me!’

‘There isn’t such a thing!’

Sweat drips down Chung Myung’s brow.

‘No, why do things work out this way?’

‘Oh my goodness….’

‘I dug my own grave,’ he says.

Hyun Jong, who was listening in on the entire conversation, was in command of the situation.

“So you have to rest and take Jasodan to recover your internal injuries before you can cut the Everlasting Metal.”

“Yes, exactly, Sect Leader.”

“Then how many days will it take to heal the body?”

“Uh…… I think I’ll need a couple of weeks.”

“Really?”

Chung Myung took hold of his Dantian.

“I didn’t tell you but……this is a very serious internal injury…….”

When Chung Myung made a pained expression, Hyun Young immediately flipped his eyeballs and slammed into the table.

“This guy! Shouldn’t you have said it right away if you were having an internal injury? I didn’t even know that and I was just talking as I pleases! Where is it? Does it hurt a lot?”

‘Huh?’

‘It shouldn’t be that serious,’ says the author.

However, Hyun Young was not alone.

Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang were also looking at him with solemn expressions.

“Chung Myung-ah.”

“Yes, Sect Leader.”

“Nothing is meaningful without taking care of your body.”

“…….”

“Forget what I said and go back to Jeongyang. You may take as much time as you like. If you use your energy while having internal injuries, you may be in big trouble. Don’t put pressure on Chung Myung by saying useless things in the future!”

“Yes, Sect Leader!”

‘Uh…’

Chung Myung gave an awkward smile as he observed the solemn atmosphere.

‘I’m completely screwed.’

‘How should I proceed?’

“I think he’s coming.”

When Jo Gol saw Chung Myung running to the White Plum Dormitory, he smirked.

“What else is going on?”

“I’ll ask.”

Jo Gol raised his hand slightly toward Chung Myung, who was running in a straight line, partially blocking the entrance.

“Chung Myung-ah The Sect Leader….”

“Get out of the way!”

Whoosh!

“Aaaak.”

Chung Myung pushed Jo Gol away from the entrance and jumped into the White Plum Dormitory.

“…….”

Yoon jong’s eyes trembled slightly as he observed the scene.

‘What’s the deal?’

He hadn’t seen Chung Myung in such a hurry in a long time.

Yoon Jong is the one who is concerned about Chung Myung, who is in a hurry, rather than Jo Gol, who flew far.

In due course.

Krak! Krak! Krak!

Chung Myung reappeared at the entrance to the White Plum Dormitory, accompanied by harsh footsteps.

Yoon Jong’s eyes trembled as he looked at Chung Myung.

“……Chung Myung-ah.”

“Yes?”

“What sin have you committed? Stop doing this and think again. I will pray with you.”

It must be the case since the way he came out carrying a large load of luggage was just like a night escape. Of course, it is not night now though.

“Sahyung.”

“Yes, go ahead and tell me.”

“I’ll be back after a few days.”

“…where?”

“I’ll take care of myself in Huayin for a while, so don’t look for me! Don’t even come to me!”

‘Chung Myung-ah, please think carefully.’

‘Unless they are a crazy person, no one would look for you.’

“Did you tell the Sect Leader?”

“Yes!”

“I see, then have a safe trip.”

‘It’s best if you don’t come back.’

‘Please think about it, Chung Myung. You could be happier outside Mount Hua.’

“Then I’m off!”

“…Uh, yes.”

Chung Myung ran to the gate without saying a word. Looking at his back, Yoon jong put on a sad expression.

‘It’s a very good thing.’

Just the fact that Chung Myung is away for a few days will bring spring to Mount Hua.

But.

If spring is coming to Mount Hua, then it is clear that winter is coming somewhere.

Yoon Jong slightly closed his eyes and expressed his condolences to those who will face winter.

* * *

Eunha Merchant Guild Huayin Branch.

Bang!

“What….”

‘Who the hell are you?’

I wanted to shout proudly, but unfortunately, Hwang Jong’s wish didn’t come true.

‘Why are Dojang coming here?’

The reason was very simple. It was because the person who came in with a kick as if he were about to break the door was someone he knew well.

The person he used to call Sodojang.

However, Chung Myung could no longer be called that way.

“Aren’t this Mount Hua Divine Dragon?”

“Don’t call me with a weird nickname, just call me Chung Myung.”

“……how could someone possibly do that?”

Hwang Jong looked at Chung Myung with new eyes.

It has only been two years since he met Chung Myung, but in those two years, Chung Myung’s status has risen tremendously.

The world’s best rising star.

The Divine Dragon of Mount Hua.

The genius sword of Mount Hua.

People were referring to Chung Myung with numerous other modifiers. Perhaps it is the party involved and Mount Hua’s people who do not realize the changed status the most.

Even here in Huayin, where Mount Hua’s influence is great, Chung Myung’s name is now more famous than Hyun Jong, the Sect Leader of Mount Hua, so what more can he say?

If there was a problem, it would be that the person itself had not changed at all compared to the fame.

Consistency is usually used in a good sense, but when the two letters of consistency and Chung Myung meet, it creates a sad synergy effect.

“But what’s the matter……?”

“I’d like a room, please.”

“…room?”

“Yes.”

Chung Myung nodded.

“I have work to do, but I can’t do it in Mount Hua. Give me a room and don’t let anyone approach me.”

“…… It’s not difficult.”

First of all, there was Hwang Munyak’s order that should proceed with what Chung Myung said and not question it much. And even without him, Hwang Jong’s answer would not have changed.

How many places in the world refused when Mount Hua Divine asked for a room?

Even Shaolin will give him a room first and think about countermeasures.

But if there is any problem…….

“I’d like something greasy and nutritious for three meals a day. Alcohol of the highest quality! Oh, it’s okay to add another bottle of alcohol at night. No, two bottles!”

“…….”

‘He’s a Taoist.’

“Is that all you need?”

“I’ll take care of the rest, so please take care of the meal.”

“Well, I see. I’ll do what you want.”

“Ah…… and!”

“Hm?”

Chung Myung smiled mischievously.

“I didn’t bring any money because I was in a hurry, so please give me some money.”

“…….”

‘That bastard is a Taoist.’

‘He’s a Taoist.’

Chung Myung, who occupied the room under the guidance of Hwang Jong, repeatedly urged no one to approach and locked the door.

Then, he unpacked his luggage and took out the empty booklet, brush, and ink that he had prepared in advance.

“Hng, I would prefer to die rather than suffer!”

It’s a terrible situation, but if thinking about it backward, it’s a good opportunity. No one would doubt it if he could create a situation in which the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Swordsmanship was found in the Sect Leader’s note.

Who would have imagined that there would be some crazy idiot who broke through the safe made of Everlasting Metal and left behind a secret?

‘It’s a problem because there is.’

Chung Myung groaned and looked at the books.

‘It’s not enough to just roughly throw it randomly.’

No matter how implicitly Chung Myung is recognized as the highest figure in Mount Hua, his status itself is the youngest.

It will look strange if Chung Myung teaches the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword Technique.

Therefore, it is better to make Un Gum or Hyun Sang could understand it to some extent. Then, through their teaching, everyone will be able to learn how to do it.

The problem is…

‘Ha, I’m going crazy. Can they really understand this by just looking at the note?’

Why would the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword Technique be called Mount Hua’s essence and the representative martial arts of Mount Hua?

Even if you look at Wudang, which is a similar sect, they have not only the Taichi Sword method, but also numerous advanced swords such as the Yangui sword method (양의검법(大兩意劍法)) and the Chaoyang Sword (조양검(朝陽劍)).

However, Mount Hua survived only with the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword Technique.

In a good way, they are tenacious, and in a bad way, since they only have one high-level sword technique, it was a sect with no flexibility.

Why is that?

This is because the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword Technique is difficult.

Even if one starts learning ever since a young age, it is only after hard perseverance that one completes it. It is not that there is no higher level, but most people cannot dare to move on to the next level even after learning the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword Technique for the rest of their lives.

And Chung Myung was obliged to properly pass on this Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword Technique to them.

“It can’t be frivolous.”

Throwing away only the manual and telling them to learn the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword Technique is the same as giving the blind man a scale and telling him to bring three grams of sugar on the way back from Haenam Island.

Therefore, what he had to make now was not a manual, but an illustration of the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword Technique.

One set of moves in one book.

Twenty four books in total!

He has to make this as soon as possible.

“Ugh.”

Chung Myung scratched his head.

In his previous life, he used to hold a brush once a year, but he doesn’t know how many books he had already written in this life.

“But I still have to do it though!”

And do it perfectly on top of that!

Even in the eyes of Tang Soso,

‘Oh! this is what it means.’

And then in as much detail as she can understand right away!

Seuk. Seueuk, Seueuk!

Chung Myung began grinding his ink in a cautious manner.

“Since it’s like this, I’ll take this opportunity to fill it up again!”

A fire blazed in his eyes.

It’s not just the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword Technique.

Since it was important to learn the basics right away, all the martial arts that could not be handed over to Mount Hua should be pushed inside the safe with this opportunity.

If he misses this opportunity, he might not have a chance to hand over martial arts again.

“Huup!”

After a short break of breath, he opened the empty book and began to fill the blanks at a formidable speed.

His eyes, which constantly write in a straight posture, are released dimly.

Seut. Seueut. Seut.

Soon, only the sound of his breathing and the rustling of brushes and papers reverberated in the room.