Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 1094

Episode 1093. I was a bit exaggerated. (3)

“Ugh… … .”

Cheongmyeong twisted her body sadly on the eaves. Goosebumps like millet seeds kept running down her back.

“Why would I say something like that… … .”

– It’s better than Adreuil Worry.

“Kaaaaaaah! Shut up! Did I say something wrong?”

– Conscience.

“Okay.”

Cheongmyeong lets out a deep sigh.

“That may have been a bit excessive.”

I was intoxicated by the atmosphere. It was something that would never have happened in the past.

If you think about it, isn’t it ridiculous? How dare they bring those chicks to the great ‘Daehwasanpa’? If the old Cheongja people who treated Shaolin as a ‘competent, bald-headed revival group’ heard this, they would roll their eyes and run wild, threatening to beat up all of their descendants and descendants.

“… … Come to think of it, those kids didn’t even have an answer.”

That’s why I turned away from the central government. Those crazy guys.

– Is that what you’re talking about? You, of all people?

“You’re being very talkative today. Oh, if you’re going to be upset, try coming back to life.”

Cheongmyeong snorted and fell back down on the eaves.

“… … Well, that’s not wrong.”

What if the Plum Blossom Sword Lord and the current Cheongmyeong were not the same person?

Perhaps the person who would have heard these words and run first with a sword in his hand to fix Burjang’s mess was none other than Cheongmyeong. Even Cheongjin, who had been trying to leave him alone, would have knocked him out and run with him by his side.

“… … I was also hot-tempered… … . I was young, I was young.”

The Qingming of old could not properly see the volcano of that time.

Kangho was a place where those with ability were given priority, and Hwasan was more capable than any other sect. Therefore, Cheongmyeong thought that those who were lacking should stop talking nonsense and just follow what they were told.

From that perspective, the Hwasan of that time was definitely a sect that deserved to be called that. They were stronger than any other sect, and they were better than any other sect. But… … .

‘That wasn’t all.’

Cheongmyeong scratched my head.

If you look closely, Cheongmyeong was a person who had never once thought about something from the perspective of the weak. Even within the Hwasan sect that dominated the time, Cheongmyeong was an overwhelmingly strong person.

Even when he was young, didn’t Cheongmyeong receive special treatment?

That’s why I thought it was natural.

The advice that Cheongmyeong gave as a disciple of Hwasan did not come from a mind to care for the weak. It was simply something that the strong learned to do without question.

But as I fell to a place that could be called the abyss and crawled up, I realized that the world is not all about strength and weakness.

The strong lead the way, but the weak also have their own will and thoughts. There is no reason for their methods to be ignored and belittled just because they are weak.

So, to summarize… … .

‘If I saw the old Plum Blossom Sword Lord now, I would kill him.’

Well, of course, considering the difference in skill and temper, he probably wouldn’t have beaten him to death, let alone killed him. But regardless, he would never have looked at him kindly. Looking back, it would be hard to find someone who lived a worse life than that bastard.

So how wronged must those who were beaten up by Cheongmyeong have felt at that time? He was just a dog, and he would beat up anyone who got in his way, and because he was from the Hwasan faction, which was the most gangster-like faction at the time, he couldn’t even protest…

To give an example, it’s similar to Hye-yeon running wild like Cheong-myeong did in Shaolin. If Hye-yeon had done that, what would Cheong-myeong have done?

‘I was going to beat him until his hair grew out.’

But… …Unfortunately, at that time, there was no place that could handle the Plum Blossom Sword and the Volcano. So, I had no choice but to hold back my tears and endure it.

Looking back, I feel so sorry… … .

– Jongnamdo?

“Ah, we have to get rid of those Jongnam brats!”

Those kids deserve more! Oh, yeah, that’s right.

Cheongmyeong, who had clenched his fists, let out a deep sigh once again.

If you accept the logic that it is natural to lead because you are strong, and that you can do whatever you want because you are strong, then it is no different from saying that the actions of those devilish bastards should be defended to a certain extent.

If you don’t intend to acknowledge that, then naturally you will have to think differently about past volcanoes as well.

“It’s so embarrassing to think about.”

Cheongmyeong turned his head and looked somewhere with a bewildered expression.

“In the eyes of those old guys, we were no different from the Shaolin kids of today.”

– Hey, you little punk. It’s not that bad.

“Oh, be quiet. Where are you, a sinner?”

Cheongmyeong waved his sword toward the distant sky.

Of course, from the perspective of the hearing, this may be an unfair story. Hwasan was a sect that clearly took responsibility for those above them. Hwasan shed the most blood, and fought the most fiercely, whenever and wherever.

It is not a sect that can be compared to the current Shaolin, which is standing behind one step, carrying bags on its back and making gestures.

But if you say it the other way around… … .

“So now you’re saying that if those Shaolin kids fight hard, you’ll look at them with a good eye?”

– That’s not it.

“Look at that.”

Cheongmyeong snorted. Other people may not understand Shaolin, but honestly, Cheongmyeong understands to some extent why Shaolin guys do that.

From Shaolin’s perspective, they probably think that they, with the longest history, the most advanced military power, and the most masters, should lead the martial arts world.

They are all doing things with deep thoughts, so it is ridiculous that the sects that are less than half of Shaolin’s are criticizing them for everything just because they have different thoughts.

From Shaolin’s perspective, Namgung’s bastards are nothing more than the most retarded sect in the world, ignoring the orders to stay put and rushing into Plum Blossom Road without permission, putting them at risk of annihilation…

“Huh? Isn’t that right?”

Cheongmyeong glanced down and saw Namgung Dowi in the distance.

No… … If we look at it more objectively, it’s the same as Namgung Hwang throwing himself into the Yangtze River with everything he had. But cursing Shaolin for this is a bit too much for humanity… … .

“Ugh, uhm. Anyway.”

And from Shaolin’s perspective, Hwasan and Dangga are nothing more than crazy sects that are plotting to cause trouble in the well-kept Central Plains and are bringing in foreign forces to the otherwise healthy Central Plains.

Even though the Sapa guys were openly raising their voices, instead of joining forces, they would just say, “If you’re frustrated, why don’t you crawl under us?” and act like they’re the worst bastards in the world… … Even when the head of the group came to bow his head in person.

“and…….”

Cheongmyeong looked up at the night sky with trembling eyes.

“If you substitute it in reverse, it’ll all be solved, right, Jang Moon-sa-hyeong?”

– I didn’t do that, you little shit!

“Who said what? Don’t get stabbed for no reason.”

Cheongmyeong chuckled.

Cheongmyeong knows that all of Shaolin’s actions can be interpreted by the three characters of “superiority.” Perhaps, the moment Shaolin stands again in the position of representing the martial arts world, he will fight bravely at the forefront like the Huashan did in the past.

What they want is not simple gain, but the position of the Shaolin sect that protects the martial arts world. This is not a court that does not know that it is a title that cannot be obtained without shedding blood.

but…….

“That’s pointless, you idiot.”

Now Cheongmyeong knows. He has already experienced it. That it means nothing. That such actions leave nothing behind. That he will go down a path no different from the countless sects that once ruled the world but are now forgotten.

“Jang Moon-sa-hyung, I… … .”

Cheongmyeong looks at the night sky.

Countless stars were looking down on him. It was as if his past brothers were watching him.

“I liked the volcano.”

To be exact, I missed the old Volcano. That’s why I wanted to make the current Volcano like that. A sect that is superior to any other sect, and better than any other sect.

“But… … that was just my greed.”

I know now that that was the wrong way.

They have already failed once, a failure so brutal that they cannot even think of a greater failure.

However, if you keep making the same mistakes, it is no different from walking towards a predetermined failure. If you want to change the result, the process must also change.

The Hwasan that had excelled alone had failed. And Cheongmyeong was now watching clearly what was happening to the sect that was trying to excel alone.

So… …now, both he and the volcano must change.

Now I understand Cheongmyeong too.

What kind of thoughts do the weak sects have in their lives? What kind of hearts do the weak warriors have? How much effort do those who fight behind the strong support their backs?

They should not be ignored because they are lacking. Even if they are lacking, their efforts and thoughts should be respected in and of themselves.

Aren’t they there? They are like evidence of that.

Cheongmyeong turned his head and looked at Baekcheon and his group. Their faces were very serious, as if they were having a serious conversation among themselves. A sly laugh escaped Cheongmyeong’s mouth.

‘What’s so serious about these kids?’

What if they had entered the old volcano? What if they had entered the old celadon ship like Cheongmyeong, or the later Mingja ship?

Perhaps those children did not stand out and were forgotten as just mediocre disciples, or perhaps they eventually left the volcano because they could not survive.

But now, those children have grown into proud members of the volcano and the future of the volcano.

It’s the same. Just because something is lacking doesn’t mean it’s not possible. And just because something is not strong doesn’t mean it’s not valuable.

“I should have known that sooner.”

The past Hwasan and present Shaolin show that a sect that is strong but cannot embrace has no meaning.

So the current volcano must be different.

It’s okay if you’re not as strong as you used to be, and if you can’t lead as firmly as you did back then. There are so many people who can fill in the gaps of the volcano.

That is why we must walk together rather than leading alone.

‘Can you do it?’

Cheongmyeong quietly closed his eyes.

It’s easy to say, but it’s so hard. It might be even harder than making the current volcano as strong as the volcanoes of the past.

Cheongmyeong opened his eyes and looked at the people gathered below.

Volcano and Shaolin, Namgung Segawa and Green Forest.

People who seemed like they wouldn’t get along at all were raising their voices and bumping into each other.

Some might call it a mess, others might disparage it as a hodgepodge.

But Cheongmyeong’s thoughts were a little different. If he had to give that sight a name… … .

– hope.

“… … .”

– Isn’t that right, Taoist Brother?

A smile appeared on Cheongmyeong’s lips.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

He sat up and stretched.

“You’re going to be busy.”

It’s still difficult. The Demonic Cult is too powerful, and the political faction is creaking. There must be a monster who puts his own desires before the safety of the world, lurking across the river. But… … .

“Don’t worry. I can do it.”

Because now I am not ‘me’ but ‘we’.

Cheongmyeong, who was smiling, grabbed the bottle of alcohol in his hand tightly and jumped down from under the eaves.

“Just fight quietly, you little shi*s!”

“what?”

“We’re not fighting, are we?”

Cheongmyeong seeped into the crowd of chattering people.

Their boisterous conversation continued for a long time, well into the month.