Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 311

Baek Chun grinned.

What does he mean by Cho Sam (초삼(草三)/ Three Grass or Three Straw.)?

Isn’t that a terrible name?

Maybe they’re looking for their fellow beggar……

‘Huh?’

‘How come he’s coming this way?’

The beggar approached the Mount Hua disciples, still with a young speck on his face. Then he said with a smile.

“Cho Sam! It’s Cho Sam, right?”

“……Huh?”

‘Is he speaking to us?’

But, who…..

‘What?’

‘Who is Chung Myung?’

When the beggar’s gaze was directed at Chung Myung, the disciples of Mount Hua had strange looks on their faces.

‘What exactly is going on here?’

Tak!

Chung Myung, who was pouring alcohol, set the bottle down and raised his eyes to the young beggar. His brow furrowed slightly.

“What are you talking about? “What is your name?”

“Don’t you remember? I’m Gu Chil (구칠(口七))! We used to be together!”

“What? Gu Chil?”

‘I think I heard something about it somewhere.’

‘If it is Gu Chil….’

“Huh?”

Chung Myung jumped out of his seat. With shaky eyes, he pointed his finger at Gu Chil.

“You! You! Back then, you were that kid!”

Chil, Gu

When Chung Myung first awoke, he was in the body of a young beggar in a beggar’s den.

Wasn’t Gu Chi the one who aided Chung Myung, who was perplexed by the fact that he had a new body and returned after a hundred years?

And he appeared to be close to the owner of this body.

“You indeed Cho Sam!”

Gu Chil beamingly smiled.

“How long has it been since!?” You said you were going to Mount Hua, but did you actually become a Mount Hua disciple?”

“That’s what happened.”

Baek Chun’s face became slightly dazed as he tried to figure out what was going on.

‘Was he a true beggar?’

He said it frequently, but they never believed him.

Regardless, how incongruous is the pairing of Chung Myung and beggars?

This is not to say that Chung Myung is so wealthy that he cannot relate to beggars.

They just couldn’t believe he was begging for a living.

Who the hell is this person? They would have believed him if he had said he was a thief, robber, or con artist.

In any case, that isn’t the point right now.

So, the name is…

“…Cho Sam?”

“…….”

“Your name was Cho Sam?”

Mount Hua’s disciples trembled and covered their mouths.

What exactly do you mean by Cho Sam?

What a terrible name that is!

When he saw Chung Myung’s shivering face, Baek Chun burst out laughing, almost convulsively shaking.

“Hahahaha! Sam, Cho!”

“…….”

“Our Chung Myung’s name was Cho Sam! Cho Sam!”

“Dongryong, be quiet.”

“Dongryong is still better than Cho Sam!”

“Cho Sam is better.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” Sam Cho.”

“Whatever!”

Chung Myung kicked the table with his foot, but Baek Chun turned his head and dodged.

“Oh my gosh. Chung Myung’s kick was sharp, but Cho Sam’s kick was no good.”

“Ugh. I can’t believe Jin Dong Ryong is making fun of my name……”

“If it’s Cho Sam, it’s understandable!”

When the rest of Mount Hua’s disciples saw the two mocking and criticizing each other, they smiled.

‘I believe that’s it.’

‘It’s difficult to tell the difference.’

Chung Myung shrugged and took a step in front of Gu Chil. Even though it’s an old relationship, he can’t seem to get it right.

“How did you get here?”

“I’m here to watch the competition.”

“You?”

Gu Chil nodded in response to Chung Myung’s inquiry.

“I’m two-knot beggar (이결개(二結丐)) now.”

“Oh?”

Chung Myung lowered his head slightly and looked at Gu Chil’s waist knot. Two knots stand out in particular.

“You enter Beggar Union, didn’t you?”

“…you really are a little weird. I was already in the union even back then. But I was still a no-knot beggar at the time.”

“…Ah. That’s correct.”

‘What’s the point? I don’t remember.’

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re here anyway. But you’re participating in the competition representing Beggar Union, huh.”

“I was lucky.”

Chung Myung had a small smile on his lips.

It was not possible simply because someone was fortunate.

Only beggars from Jungwon who have been recognized for their qualities in the Beggar Union and are deemed worthy of time to grow are permitted to come here.

He was in such a hurry that he could not confirm it at the time, but this means that Gu Chil is a recognized talent in Beggar Union.

“Yes, I’m glad you came.”

“But you really managed to get to Shaanxi. I thought you just ran away.”

“…What do you mean to run away?”

“It’s not easy for a child to get to Shaanxi alone. Wang Cho made a fuss about your disappearance. Oh, my.”

“Yes, it waws……. Wait a minute.”

“Huh?”

“Wang Cho?”

“Yes, Wang Cho.”

“I see……Right. That Wang Cho?”

“Yes, Wang Cho.”

Chung Myung’s face began to twitch subtly.

Cho, Wang Yes, Wang Cho…..

“I’m asking just in case.”

“Yes.”

“Is he here, too?”

“Yes, we came together.”

Chung Myung raised his head slightly to examine the faces of those who accompanied Gu Chil.

There isn’t one.

The face was missing.

Chung Myung’s mouth curled up, which had been slightly twitching.

“Gu Chil ah.”

“Yes?”

“……Where is him?”

“What?”

Chung Myung’s mouth let out a gloomy voice, as if it had come from underground.

“Where’s the bastard now?”

* * *

Jong Pal’s shoulders were swollen with power.

Perhaps his eyes are unusual because there are so many Kangho people gathered. The Kangho people’s gazes pass through the four knots on his waist.

‘Hehehe.’

It’s no surprise that they’re surprised.

Because he’s very young for a four knot beggar (사결개(四結丐)).

The four knots tied around his waist are proof that he is one of the Beggar Union’s most successful rising stars.

Kangho people will understand the significance of this knot, but ordinary people will not. As a result, this knot shone even brighter at this gathering of Kangho people.

“It’s four knots.”

“I think he’s still young. But he already four knots beggar.”

Jong Pal leans back slightly more as he hears the words from behind him.

‘Nothing is going to stop me.’

It’s encouraging that he’s recently been promoted to a four-knot beggar in recognition of his abilities.

What’s more encouraging is that he was summoned here by Hong Dae gwang, the former Head Branch of the Beggar Union.

‘The fact that the most likely Bangju candidates personally called me means that I am being recognized.’

Did Bangju’s seat come about solely through character or skill?

The Sect Leader of the Beggar Union is in charge of all beggars scattered across Kangho. Many sects are more highly regarded than Beggar Union, but in terms of influence alone, Beggar Union’s seat of Bangju is comparable to Shaolin’s Bangjang.

As a result, the Sect Leader of the Beggar Union must be able to solidly establish their own force.

The fact that Hong Dae gwang called him indicates that he is beginning to handpick his own people.

‘It also means I’m being kidnapped.’

Jong Pal’s mouth was open wide.

Of course, if Hong Dae gwang becomes Bangju in the future, he will be given a prominent position.

‘No. No.’

Given the disparity between Hong Dae gwang and his rank, it may not end there. Perhaps Hong Dae gwang’s successor is…..

“Hehehehe!”

Jong Pal burst out laughing, as if he were dying of love.

Right now, it’s just a nonsense story, but depending on what he does, it could be more than a delusion.

As he imagines himself commanding the beggars with Dog Beating Staff (타구봉(打狗棒)), which symbolizes the Sect Leader of Beggar Union, it was Jong Pal who put a lot of strength on his shoulders.

‘I need to have a perfect relationship with Hong Dae-gang Buntaju in order to do that.’

Hong Dae-gwang recently resigned from his position as Nakyang Buntaju and relocated to Huayin.

Some mocked Hong Dae-claim gwang’s that he had fallen to the ground, but Jong Pal had a different idea.

Hong Dae-gwang went to Huayin on his own initiative, not on the orders of his superior. That means he’s looking for something.

‘Perhaps he’s vying for the position of Shaanxi Buntaju.’

Not just a city, but the entire province is under its command. He would be even closer to becoming Sect Leader if he could reach that level.

“Then I’ll have a seat of Buntaju by then. Hehehe!”

The high-spirited Jong Pal headed forward.

“But where is Haewolru?”

HE thought they said they were going to Haewolru.

He pulled his head out and looked around, then grabbed a passerby with a smile on his face.

“Hey, wait a minute…..”

“Oh, I don’t have any money!”

“… That’s not it, where is Haewolru?”

“Um? If it’s Haewolru, it’s right around the corner.”

“Thank you!”

Jong Pal smiled and moved in the direction the man had told him.

“If I could have participated in the competition, I would become the winner.”

‘Tsk.’

The old beggar (노개(老丐)) doesn’t care either. Why didn’t he send him out as a representative? He was told to come to Shaolin, so he thought he would definitely participate.

In any case, it doesn’t matter.

It’s more important to have a clear position than to win a competition like this.

Jong Pal turned around the corner as if floating in the air and stopped again, looking around.

‘So Haewolru is…….’

‘Oh, over there!’

‘Huh?’

‘But… What’s that?’

Jong Pal tilted his head.

People were seen standing in groups in front of Haewolru.

One side is the beggars of Hubei Province who came to Shaolin with him.

What about the other one?

Jong Pal narrowed his eyes.

‘Black robe. Plum print on the chest.’

‘Mount Hua?’

For a moment, Jong Pal’s eyes lit up.

Beggar Union is an organization that handles information. Therefore, those who live under the wing of the Beggar Union are bound to be sensitive to information.

It hadn’t been long since he arrived in Shaolin, but Jong Pal already knew the news that Mount Hua was dominating the world’s largest competition.

But why is that Mount Hua with the Beggar Union?

‘I don’t think there’s a fight.’

He can’t say the atmosphere is very good, but it doesn’t seem like a fight.

Does that mean his party is now acquainted with Mount Hua’s disciples?

“Hahaha. Things work out well for me.”

Kangho is about information and connections!

The first is obtaining important information, and the second is establishing good relationships with well-known people.

Especially if it’s Mount Hua, aren’t they the ones that Kangho is paying attention to right now? Having a relationship with such people is a benefit no matter what he thinks!

Jong Pal approached them, rubbing his hands together.

“Gu Chil!”

“Wa-Wang Cho?”

Gu Chil’s eyes, who found him, shook violently.

Unfortunately, however, Jong Pal didn’t notice such a sign of Gu Chil.

“Hahaha! I guess you’ve made a good connection without me. Why don’t you introduce me to Mount Hua’s heroes?”

“N- No. Wang Cho, it’s…….”

Frustrated Gu Chil hesitated to say something. But soon he closed his mouth.

What the hell is he supposed to say in this situation?

In the meantime, Jong Pal walked tactlessly and greeted Mount Hua’s disciples.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Jong Pal, a member of the Beggar Union. I’m ashamed, but Kangho’s people call me Little Blazing Beggar (소화개(小火丐)).”

Then Baek Chun, standing in front of him, looked at Jong Pal with pitiful eyes.

“Blazing……. A forest fire certainly starts with a small fire.”

“……and you burn your own body.”

“I don’t know what you’ve done, but why did you do it…….”

Jong Pal tilted his head slightly in response to a mysterious response.

“…huh?”

“I’d rather take the lead and jump into the fire.”

“If I were you, I would rather suicide by drowning in dishwater.”

“Poor thing.”

Jong Pal’s head is further bent to the side.

‘What do they mean?’

He couldn’t understand what they were saying. In terms of circumstances, they must be referring to him.

What the hell did he do? What do they mean by pity?

It was the moment when Jong Pal was about to open his mouth and ask again.

Seururuk.

There was a rustling sound of clothes somewhere.

Jong Pal turned his head reflexively.

“Huh?”

One of the Mount Hua disciples, who was sitting in a corner apart from the party, slowly raised his body.

“Who?”

Loose long hair tied up roughly.

And black robes.

He was impressed by the handsome face, but what caught his eye most of all…… there was a deep, twisted smile.

It’s more like a smile from a back alley gangster than a disciple of a Righteous Sect would make, but that’s…

“Hey, Jong Pal.”

Rose up slowly, he walked toward Jong Pal.

Jong Pal stuttered his words without realizing it.

“D- Do you know me?”

“I know. I know.”

“…I don’t seem to remember seeing you. Who are you?”

“Mount Hua’s Chung Myung.”

“Oh, Chung Myung……. Chung Myung?”

Jong Pal flinched and looked at the man again.

‘So this guy is?’

Isn’t Chung Myung the name of Mount Hua Divine Dragon, who is now famous worldwide?

So the young man in front of him is Chung Myung, which is called the world’s best rising star?

‘Certainly, the appearance matches what was heard.’

But how does Mount Hua Divine Dragon know him?

“Ha- Have I ever seen you?”

“Huh, would you look at it?”

Chung Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth.

“We used to live together. Why are you pretending not to know? I’m disappointed.”

“…what?”

Chung Myung smiled brightly. Really, it couldn’t have been brighter.

“Oh, you don’t know the name Chung Myung well. Well, my original name is…….”

“Cho Sam.”

Chung Myung’s veins stood up on his forehead at Baek Chun’s voice, who said his name clearly next to him.

“…Yes, would Cho Sam rings a bell?”

Jong Pal tilts his head.

‘Cho Sam?’

Cho Sam…

“Huh? Cho Sam?”

Jong Pal opened his eyes wide. Come to think of it, the figure young beggar in his den lingered in that appearance.

“Cho Sam? You’re Cho Sam?”

“You must have remembered now.”

“Hahaha! Oh my gosh! The world’s most famous Mount Hua Divine Dragon is Cho Sam! Right, so it was you! Wow! It’s really nice to meet you.”

“Ah. Nice to meet you?”

“Of course, I’m glad to see you! Right, how have you been…….”

“Nice to meet you?”

“…….”

When Chung Myung’s head was tilted, Jong Pal, who was talking excitedly, suddenly closed his mouth.

‘Huh?’

‘What’s wrong with the atmosphere?’

“That’s right. I’m glad to see you. You’d be glad, but you wouldn’t be as happy as I am. Wang Cho.”

Chung Myung smiled brightly and approached Jong Pal with open arms.

Then, Jong Pal opened both arms and greeted such Chung Myung.

“I- It’s really nice to see you…….”

“I wanted to meet you! You bastard!”

At that moment, Chung Myung leaped from the spot and slammed the defenseless head of Jong Pal with his heel.

Kuuung!

With a sound as if a huge chunk of rock had fallen, Jong Pal collapsed on the spot like a piece of wood.

Thud.

Twitch. Twitch.

Jong Pal’s body sprawled on the ground and convulsed.

Then.

“Arrrghhh!!”

He rolled around the ground holding his head. Tears flowed down his cheeks at the pain he couldn’t even express in words.

“N- No. Why! Why!?”

Chung Myung rolled up his sleeves with a smile at Jong Pal’s cry filled with protest.

“I’ll tell you why later.”

His eyes began to glisten with pure blue light.

“For now, let’s get hit.”

Chung Myung rushed toward Jong Pal like a crazy dog.