Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 452

There wasn’t even a cloud in the sky.

Baek Chun had a soft smile on his face.

“That’s great.”

“It’s really good.”

Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol, who were lying next to him, also had cat-like expressions as they looked up at the sky.

The sky is clear.

A light breeze.

And the wind carrying the scent of plum blossoms.

Everything was ideal.

“I guess this is why people say it’s hard to leave the house.”

“Yes, that’s right. I didn’t even think about looking up at the sky until I got back to Mount Hua.”

Of course, it’s largely because of Chung Myung.

Anyway, after a long journey, they arrived at Mount Hua and found themselves with a lot of free time, which made them very happy.

Yoon Jong, on the other hand, was in a good mood and lit the candle.

“… … It would have been perfect if only the Sect Leader had not been ill.”

“…….”

A sigh escaped the three mouths at that precise moment.

Hyun Jong literally collapsed on his bed after hearing Chunwomaeng’s detailed explanation.

He nearly hit Chung Myung when he questioned his reasoning, despite the fact that he had brought a good term…..

“It would have been less miserable if the wall hadn’t collapsed.”

“…I know. Why won’t he change room?”

Tears filled their eyes when they saw him lying on his bed in a room where the wall had collapsed and the wind was pouring in. Although Baek Chun and Yoon Jong have somehow brought fabric and blocked the wall as a temporary measure.

“But is that something to be sick about?”

Baek Chun sighed as Jo-Gol tilted his head as if he didn’t understand.

“Mount Hua alone is a pain in the neck, but now he has got more work to do.”

“It’s because of Chung Myung that Sect Leader having trouble with just Mount Hua.”

“There’s Chung Myung in the alliance.”

“…I didn’t think of that.”

Baek Chun shook his head.

“And even if Sect Leader willing to go to Xian, walking on his own feet cannot be the same as being swept away by a typhoon and flying to Xian.”

“…I understood.”

And the problem was that Hyun Jong didn’t want to go to Xian in the first place.

“In any case, Sect Leader….”

Rumble!

“Now that we’re back in Mount Hua, try your best to embody what you saw and felt on this trip. The swordsmanship training that we had not been able to concentrate on has begun again…….”

“Keueuh!”

Rattle! Rattle!

Baek Chun narrowed his forehead and stood up.

“The cart shakes as the speed drops! Can’t you run properly?”

“Ugh…. Sa- Sasuk. It’s too heavy.”

“What kind of cart is made of metal…….”

Where they lay was on the iron cart where Chung Myung lay throughout the journey. Three people who raised their bodies looked at Mount Hua’s disciples pulling the cart.

“Can you see my feet? Feet? Feet?”

“I dragged this to Sichuan!”

At the pouring heartless words, the disciples of Mount Hua, who were sweating and pulling the cart, secretly gnashed their teeth.

‘Why did we do this!’

‘Why are you taking it out on us after being attacked by Chung Myung!’

In the middle of the Training Hall, other disciples were lying with their tongues out. They had already pulled a cart once. They seemed to have fainted as they were barely breathing.

Then Jo-Gol’s sweet voice rang.

“I know because I’ve done it, but this is a really good training method. I can’t be the only one doing this good thing. Don’t you think so?”

“Dog …….”

“Huh?”

“N- No.”

Those who swallowed their resentment pulled the cart again with all their might.

Baek Chun lit up slightly as he looked down at them.

‘I’m sure they’ve been through a lot.’

The fact that they had the power to open their mouths while driving with this heavy cart meant that their basic stamina was much higher than before he left for Sichuan.

“It’s like a wet cloth, even if you think you’ve squeezed it all out, you’ll get another drop if you squeezed again.”

Chung Myung must feel this way when he’s picking on them.

‘I hate myself for understanding.’

Baek Chun clicked his tongue and screamed.

“Run faster! More! Run and run until your legs are numb!”

“Keueuh!”

“Aaaaaakh!”

Mount Hua’s disciples ran at light speed, foaming at the mouth and pulling the cart.

And a little later.

“Argh!”

“No more… … I can’t drag it anymore… … .”

The cart stopped as the disciples of Mount Hua began to fall over one by one.

Baek Chun got off the cart with his tongue clicked.

“Attention, everyone!”

“Attention!”

Mount Hua’s disciples, who were sprawled out, groaned and raised their bodies. And somehow they lined up and stared at Baek Chun.

“Do you like the sword?”

“Yes! Sahyung!”

“This is the best, Sasuk!”

When the word sword came out, strength entered everyone’s neck. In the meantime, their gaze slowly descended to the Hancheol Sword tied to their waist.

‘I can’t believe I got this.’

‘I don’t know anything else, but this is the best.’

A sword made of Everlasting Iron is a treasured sword that even a person of the Wudang Sect which has a reputation for being wealthy will have a chance to hold in his hand only if he is at the level of an Elder. Giving such a sword to ordinary disciples was unprecedented.

“The value of that sword is greater than you think. Don’t forget the grace of the ancestors and the Sect Leader who gave you the sword.”

“Yes, Sasuk!”

Everyone’s face was full of excitement.

Baek Chun smiled pleasedly at their faces.

“But there’s a little bit of a problem…..”

“…Yes?”

“The sword.”

He glanced at the Hancheol Sword.

“It’s a little expensive.”

“…….”

At the words, Mount Hua’s disciples looked down at their swords in awe. And they nodded their head in empathy.

‘It must be expensive.’

‘Of course, it’s very expensive. It’s Everlasting Metal.’

Baek Chun nodded loudly when everyone showed signs of understanding.

“Yes, yes. It was very expensive. But think about it. Now, there will come a time when you will bring that sword and go out into Kangho, but what will happen if you lose it by any chance?”

“… I’m in big trouble.”

“No, no. Don’t think so simply, think about what will happen the moment you come back after losing it.”

“…….”

The faces of Mount Hua’s disciples, who had been quiet for a while, turned pale.

They shuddered at the mere thought of it.

‘This is not about Chung Myung.’

‘Elder Hyun Young will kill us.’

This was an unbearable future.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“……Yes.”

It was a sincere answer. Baek Chun shook his head.

“There’s a saying in Kangho. Treasures have their own owners. Even if you are lucky to get the treasure, if you don’t have the power to protect it, it doesn’t belong to you. In other words…….”

Baek Chun looks at the disciples with gloomy eyes.

“It means that if you want to use that sword, you have to become a swordsman worthy of it.”

Mount Hua disciples’ eyes were tense. It was an obvious logic, but they forgot it because they were excited.

“Therefore, don’t be a crybaby and work hard. You must prove yourself worthy to be the master of the sword. Do you understand?”

“Yes!”

“Okay, then next group.”

“…….”

Some trudged toward the cart, shaking their heads weakly.

Then Yoon Jong asked Baek Chun.

“By the way, Sasuk.”

“Yes?”

“Where is Baek Sang Sasuk? I haven’t seen him for a while.”

“Oh, Baek Sang? I sent him to Huayin for a moment.”

“What? Huayin? What’s up with Huayin all of a sudden?”

“It’s not enough.”

“Huh?”

Baek Chun gestured his chin at the iron cart.

“This one.”

“…….”

“There are a lot of kids, but trying to do it all as one was inefficient, so I asked them to make a few more. I also ask a separate cart that can be pulled while climbing the mountain.”

“…….”

“Hahaha, wouldn’t their lower body will be very strong?”

Yoon Jong looked at Baek Chun with slightly trembling eyes.

‘Sasuk.’

‘How far will you go?’

* * *

“How is your body?”

“I am used to it now.”

Un Gum smiled and offered the teacup to Chung Myung.

The only thing that can be used is the left hand, but he seemed to be quite good at brewing and pouring tea.

“Aren’t you uncomfortable?”

At the words, Un Gum smiled quietly.

“If you think about it, everything in the world is inconvenient.”

“…….”

“Man cannot fly like a bird, nor swim like a fish. Can’t run like a horse, Can’t climb trees like a monkey. Wouldn’t that be inconvenient?”

Chung Myung nodded his head as if in agreement.

“It is the same. Some people use two arms, but now I have to use one arm. The discomfort has increased a bit, but it is just a little different.”

Un Gum’s voice was smeared with dizziness.

“Following the Tao and learning martial arts means acknowledging such differences and doing your best in your own situation. What’s the big deal about being a little more uncomfortable than before? I just have to try a little harder.”

In fact, Chung Myung didn’t really like these words.

Although he has lived as a Taoist all his life, sometimes such words about the Tao felt like catching a floating cloud.

But.

He didn’t dare to confront Cheon Mun, which he would not have been able to deal with by force, and the reason why he respects Un Gum is that he personally practiced his own floating words.

Chung Myung looked at Un Gum’s left forearm. Time hasn’t passed long, but it was more solid than ever before. Even though it was covered with clothes, it was clearly visible.

“Give it to me.”

“Yes.”

Chung Myung held out the Hancheol Sword that he had brought. He brought it for Un Gum.

Un Gum slowly pulled out the sword with one hand and looked at the white sword.

“This is a good sword.”

A smile appeared on his lips.

“It’s a good sword. It’s sharp and firm.”

Then he looked at Chung Myung still.

“Chung Myung-ah.”

“Yes, Instructor-nim.”

“You’ve done a great job.”

“…….”

Chung Myung closed his mouth.

This was because Un Gum’s gaze subtly shook Chung Myung.

“This sword is not for you. It’s for the children of Mount Hua who can’t follow you. Isn’t that so?”

Chung Myung scratched the back of his head with a slightly embarrassed face.

“Well, it’s not that grand.”

But Un Gum smiled as if he could see through him.

“Wasn’t it frustrating to lead the kids when you could get ahead yourself?”

“……Well.”

Chung Myung looked straight at Un Gum after agonizing with a slightly strange expression.

There are a lot of words that can be said in moderation, but he doesn’t feel like doing that right now.

“Honestly, it was very frustrating at first.”

Chung Myung turned his head and looked toward the window. It’s invisible from here, but perhaps by now, Baek Chun and other Sahyung are guiding Mount Hua’s disciples now. Or working hard on their personal training.

“But I’m fine with it these days. Sasuk and Sahyung are all working hard.”

“Really?”

“Yes, sometimes I can’t handle them these days.”

“……That sounds extraordinary.”

Un Gum spoke like a joke and smiled lightly.

These are things that were not visible when he lived by just looking at the sword. After he came back from wandering around the realm of death and life and put everything down, only by then then he started to see it.

“Chung Myung-ah”

“Yes, Instructor-nim.”

“Then there’s no need to be in such a hurry.”

“…….”

“Now that you are back at Mount Hua, go get some rest. A horse that runs nonstop is bound to collapse. Then it’ll never be able to run like before again.”

Chung Myung, staring at Un Gum, nodded quietly.

“I will.”

“Yes.”

Chung Myung scratched his head with a slight awkwardness at the sight of Un Gum looking at him happily.

‘He looks more adult.’

Even with the years he has lived, he is no match for Un Gum. Is this Cheon Mun Sahyung who told him to grow up like that?

“How’s the left-handed sword technique?”

“I haven’t started yet.”

“Huh? Why?”

Un Gum replied in a calm voice.

“As you say, I have taught children the basics and built their solid lower body. But isn’t it strange that I only learn swordsmanship while giving such teachings to the disciples?”

“Ah…….”

“So, first of all, I am also rebuilding my body. Until it firmly takes root. However, now that the results are showing, I am about to start practicing swordsmanship slowly.”

Un Gum looked at Chung Myung and said.

“How about you? Can you help me?”

“If you do it with me, it will be hard.”

“Hahaha, I’ve been bullying the children all this time, so I must be bullied too.”

“As long as you’re ready!”

“That’s great. Let’s see what you can teach me.”

“I’m just helping out. It’s not like teaching or anything.”

“That’s what it is, you punk.”

He smiled as he ruffled Chung Myung’s hair with his left hand.

And that day.

The sound of a sword cutting through the wind continued to flow from the Training Hall behind the White Plum Sword until the dawn deepened.