Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 252

“He didn’t leave the room again today?”

“Yes, it seems so, Sodanju nim.”

Hwang Jong’s pupils constricted.

“How is the meal going?”

“He tells us to leave the tray we have prepared in front of the door and leave. After he has finished eating, he also leaves the tray at the door…”

“Hmm.”

He turned his head slowly to look at the room where Chung Myung was staying.

“What the hell is he doing…”

“I can’t get into the room, so I don’t know at all.”

“What the…”

There was no sign of an opening in the door. And Chung Myung hasn’t taken a single step outside in three days.

‘If it’s Chung Myung Dojang, he’s already a recognized master by Murim, so even if it’s a physiological phenomenon, it should be simple to solve…… Even so, he is still a human, shouldn’t he feel frustrated?’

It felt like he was doing something important, so sneaking a peek was difficult.

“Then…….”

It was just as Hwang Jong was about to say something.

“Ahhhhh! This is driving me crazy!”

“…….”

Hwang Jong quietly closed his mouth.

Despite the roar from the room, Hwang Jong was unsurprised. The merchant who had been speaking in front of him earlier had the same expression.

It’ll be…

“That’s the third day.”

“Of course, Sodanju nim. He’s been acting like this for three days.”

“Heh… that’s awful.”

Finally, Hwang Jong shook his head.

Because geniuses are said to be eccentric, Chung Myung is understandably eccentric. However, he struggled to conceal his bemusement as he stood on the sidelines, watching the bizarre acts.

“At any rate, make sure you don’t neglect his meals.”

“Yes, Sodanju nim.”

“…and bring him some good drinks.”

“Yes.”

He eventually turned around without learning anything.

‘I can’t keep up with him as a merchant.’

But there was one certainty.

Mount Hua profits greatly every time Chung Myung Dojang moves. Maybe this time as well?

‘He drives a storm of luck with every move, so it’s only fair to call him Dragon.”

“Ahhhh! “How come I can’t remember this?”

As he rolled over the fluttering paper, Chung Myung slapped himself in the head.

Hwang Jong would have slapped his own mouth and spat on the floor if he had seen the pitiful sight.

In fact, Chung Myung couldn’t bear the thought of how ugly he must be right now.

“Is there a hole in my head?”

‘Why can’t I think of something to say?’

“Ugh, I should’ve listened to it when Cheon Mun Sahyung told me to study.”

It was a rebirth that half of the world must have regretted.

This, however, is not Chung Myung’s fault.

It is not easy to memorize a martial arts manual. Furthermore, the content of advanced martial arts alone exceeds the volume of a thick book. It’s impossible to remember all of the verses.

Why would a safe be necessary if a person’s ability allows them to fully remember the verses?

So it was insane.

Originally, insufficient memory was supposed to be supplemented in a safe, but now the insufficient safe is secured with memory, so the guest has been completely reversed.

“No! It’s exactly like this! Huh? This is how it is here!”

It’s peculiar.

He can learn martial arts, but he won’t be able to recite the verses.

The blueprint for the perfect house was lost. As a result, they must demolish the house and rebuild it from scratch.

“No, why can’t I remember! Why does this cretin have such a brilliant mind! In my previous life, I was not like this!”

Chung Myung couldn’t control his rage and slapped himself in the face. Then he came to a halt, and his eyes lit up.

“Oh? “I recall!”

That’s strange.

Why should he think about the verses when all he has to do is hit the head?

At this rate, the head will break even before the manual is completed.

“Ouch!”

He dashed to his desk and grabbed a pen and ink. And he frantically scribbled down the verses he’d written.

“Right! That’s all!”

Once the blockage is removed, it flows easily, as if what he has been agonizing over is a lie. He rolls, beats, and rushes on his own when it is again blocked.

It’s been three days since he’s done something like this.

As a result, dozens of already completed martial arts manuals were piled up in the room’s corner.

Bamboo Leaf Hand. (죽엽수(竹葉手).)

Taehojang. (태허장(太虛長).)

Mount Hua Disperse Hand. (매화산수(梅花散手).).

Taiyi Finger. (태을지(太乙指)

Falling Flower Step Method. (낙화보(落花步).)

And so on.

He reasoned that it would be suspicious if only one martial art was not in Mount Hua, so he wrote a new copy of the martial art that was in Mount Hua at the time.

“It’s done!”

Chung Myung raised the finished manual.

[Amhyangpyo] ([암향표(暗香飄)]/ Fluttering Dark Fragrance. I believe Tang Bo inspired the martial art.)

It’s also a lot.

“Tsk.”

He tossed the book he was holding onto a stack of martial arts manuals. And he took a fresh look at the pile.

Right.

Mount Hua’s martial arts were vibrant and diverse.

‘I get goosebumps just thinking about it.’

He felt as if his hair stood on end, knowing that if he hadn’t been revived, all of his martial arts would have been lost.

“Thinking about it makes me angry, you punks.”

He was angry at Magyo for invading them, but he was also angry at the Ten Great Sect for failing to assist in such times.

“Do you think I’ll forget this grudge?”

‘My name is Chung Myung, punks.’

‘I’ve been so busy, so I just let it go, but don’t think I forgot.’ I’ll break your heads one at a time.’

The shaking Chung Myung exhaled a deep sigh.

‘Everything else is roughly done now.’

Chung Myung’s gaze was drawn to twenty-four neatly stacked books.

“Ha… this is the problem.”

When he arrived, he planned to begin with the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique. However, for some reason, the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique was delayed until the very last minute.

Procrastination has reached its limit. There is nowhere else to flee.

“What should I do?”

Chung Myung nodded and sat down, her arms crossed across her chest.

Has he forgotten about it?

No way.

Other martial arts can be forgotten, but Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique cannot. This sword was the source of Mount Hua and Chung Myung. He can not only recite all 24 volumes in one sitting, but he can also draw them all.

Nonetheless, there was only one reason why it hadn’t begun.

“What should I give you?”

Of course, he must demonstrate the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique.

On the other hand, Chung Myung knows two versions of the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique.

One is the basic form of the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique, which has been passed down for a long time within Mount Hua.

The other is Chung Myung’s modified Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique.

This was not particularly unusual.

The swordsman who ascended as the best finds their best path by reinterpreting existing swordsmanship. Chung Myung had already transformed the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique before the age of forty, and had nearly finished the sword during the war against Magyo.

It is a more practical and aggressive form that best suits Plum Blossom Sword Saint Chung Myung.

“Keuh.”

Chung Myung scratched his head.

“No matter how hard I think about it, my Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique fits well for the current Mount Hua.”

First of all, it’s easy to teach. And the learning speed is much faster than the basic version.

Above all, it can have a much greater effect when dealing with other sects because it is practical.

It is fast and efficient. Just like Chung Myung’s nature. For Mount Hua to produce results right now, there is no better swordsmanship than this.

Nevertheless, he had no choice but to worry.

This is because transferring the modified Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique shakes the foundation of Mount Hua.

If it’s another swordsmanship, he wouldn’t even worry about it. He would unconditionally pass on what he thought was right. But it’s for the same with Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique.

‘What should I say?’

If he changes this, it feels like Mount Hua will no longer be Mount Hua.

In a sect, swordsmanship is not simply a tool for defeating enemies. Of course, I have no intention of voicing nonsense like polishing oneself with the sword… … .

‘It is because of the spirit that is contained within it.’

The blossoming of Mount Hua’s sword. The twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique is the sword technique that most perfectly embodies that spirit.

A clumsy modification of the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique may cloud the spirit of Mount Hua’s sword.

“Ughh.”

Chung Myung, who was scratching his head until just before bleeding, soon dropped his hand and sighed deeply.

“What should I do?”

Will he follow the basics?

Or should he move on?

After much consideration, he lay down on the floor.

“Sahyung. Cheon Mun Sahyung. What do you think is better?”

Cheon Mun’s voice seemed to be heard faintly as he asked the air a question.

– Why are you worrying about useless things? It’s not like you at all.

“If I had Sahyung, I wouldn’t have worried about it. I’m not worried because I’m alone! I’m afraid I’ll hear nagging later!”

‘Bastard.’

‘If possible, you should come and help. Not just send people alone and make them do it all. Ugh.’

– What was your concern?

“I wonder if it is right to modify the swordsmanship given by our ancestors.”

– Why don’t you give them both?

“You know what you’re talking about. If I give them both, they’ll be confused between them. In a hundred years, the sect will be divided into what to learn.”

Because that’s all human beings are.

Of course, Chung Myung believes in the current disciples. But Chung Myung can’t control the disciples who will enter after his death.

It’s not a good way to divide the swordsmanship into two if he wants to bring them all together.

– So what’s the problem?

“Ah, really! The ancestors…”

– Aren’t you the ancestor?

“…what?”

Chung Myung tilted his head.

‘What are you talking about?’

– Do you have any ancestors? If you learn it first, it’s you who are their ancestors. Aren’t you the ancestor to them?

“…….”

‘What?’

‘Wait a minute. Is that how it works?’

– There’s nothing to worry about. The ancestor’s will is your will, and your will is the will of the ancestor. No, Mount Hua’s will is your will, and your will is the will of Mount Hua. Just do as you please.

“No, but…….”

– Am I wrong?

Chung Myung frowned.

“Are you sure it’s all right?”

– The world flows and flows. It is the world that changes and keeps flowing. And…….

Cheon Mun seems to be smiling softly.

– Aren’t you in the flow of the present day Mount Hua? You flow in Mount Hua just like how Mount Hua flows in you. Do as you please. That is the most natural Mount Hua.

Then the voice faded away.

“Tsk.”

Chung Myung sprang up from his seat and grabbed the brush.

Chung Myung knows that that voice isn’t really Cheon Mun’s voice. His true intentions speak in the name of Cheon Mun.

“Yes, you are right. I am the ancestor! Is there another ancestor!”

Of course, he doesn’t know if he’ll be dragged around by the Gaepa investigator if he goes up to the Seongye later, and gets hit with a stick… … .

“It’s all right if I don’t go to the Seongye!”

Finally, Chung Myung opened an empty book with a light in his eyes.

He leaves his heart here.

Mount Hua’s sword and Chung Myung’s sword.

At the same time, it will be an opportunity to reestablish his martial arts once again.

His eyes sank deeply.

“…….”

Chung Myung looked at the booklets piled up in front of him.

‘How long has it been?’

Well, he doesn’t know.

He has almost forgotten the time since he started writing the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique.

He smacked his lips when he saw the accumulated manuals.

‘Although not completely satisfactory.’

That’s enough. Future generations will complete the missing parts.

Isn’t they supposed to re-advance the martial arts he thought was perfect, find and supplement the gaps it didn’t have, and develop while doing so?

It’s not always a good thing to make everything perfect.

So let’s not have any lingering feelings.

More than that…

“How do I take this?”

If he packs up something like this, it must look strange, right?

“Umm.”

Is that the only way?

Chung Myung got up from his seat.

* * *

“Well.”

Hwang Jong walked slowly.

The moon was dark on the eve, but it was his long-standing habit to go around the Huayin Branch before going to bed.

‘Huayin Branch has grown a lot too.’

Originally, he thought it was a little too much, but now he admires the foresight of the father who created the Huayin Branch.

In addition, if they were able to participate in the tea trade in Mount Hua this time, the Huayin Branch could be larger than the Eunha Merchan Guild headquarters.

‘So the relationship with Mount Hua…….Huh?’

Hwang Jong, who was lost in thought, opened his eyes wide.

Chung Myung’s room, which had been tightly closed for seven days, finally opened slowly.

“Oh, hey… huh?”

His face, which had been slightly opened with joy, hardened horribly.

Someone trudges out of the open door…

Black night robe.

A black hood covered the face.

And a big sack behind his back…….

‘A thief?’

No, why is there a thief here? It shouldn’t be a thief, it’s a place where they can’t survive even if the thief’s grandparents come.

As he was stunned and contemplating whether he should scream, the thief found him and waved his hand.

“It’s been a while since I saw you.”

“Do-Don’t tell me… Chu- Chung Myung Dojang?”

“Yes.”

“Wha-What’s with the outfit?”

“Oh?”

Chung Myung looked down at his clothes and waved his hand as if it was nothing.

“Never mind. More than that, I’ll be right back.”

‘Where?’

‘Hey, you crazy punk! Where the hell are you going dressed like that?’

“Whe-Where are you going? On this late night?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll stop by Mount Hua. Oh, I’d like to have breakfast, please. I’ll be back before then. Then!”

Chung Myung waved brightly and flew away.

After his body shot straight at Mount Hua, Hwang Jong smiled.

‘Forget it.’

‘Just think of it as a dream.’

‘I think that would be most beneficial to the mental health.’

‘……that madman.’