Chapter - 261 Episode 261. No, but those guys? (1)

The news of the early autumn wind heated up Kang-ho.

There's a world tournament!

It is not even anywhere else, but a world tournament hosted by Shaolin.

What kind of place is Shaolin?

Isn't it the place called the Northern Bank of the Gangho from a long time ago?

There are many literary factions in the world, but there is no place where they dare compare to Shaolin's influence.

Shaolin, who had been a benefactor since the birth of Mahyo a hundred years ago, finally broke the silence and began to take off the giant's steps.

Kang Ho-min, who had been living without any major incidents, naturally attracted attention to Soongsan Mountain.

At the gathering of two or more strong people, the story always came out, and at the gathering of three or more people, I was busy talking without knowing that the night would go by.

The story was also in full swing in Nakyang's Chowol Guest Cup.

"Meeting is important, of course!"

The rat's man spat and spoke passionately.

"But that's not really important. Don't you think there's going to be a Bimu competition in this competition? I mean, this is really important."

The horse-faced man who was listening to it frowned.

"Isn't it a place where latecomers fight? What's so important about that?"

"Tsk tsk tsk. I don't know. So have you ever heard of a Bimu contest where elders from each faction come out and fight?"

"……Well, it turns out."

The horse-faced man frowned. Come to think of it, senior members of each literary group have never heard of such a competition to compete with each other.

The man of the mouse statue leaned his back on the chair as if he were begging.

"That's the kind of arena it is. Can those who risk their lives compete in front of others to see who is stronger? So instead, they compete against each other to see what a great student they have."

"Does it mean anything?"

"Of course I do!"

With a questionable voice, he raised his voice.

"It's not which clique is the strongest right now that we have to evaluate as a result of the Bimu competition. Until someone takes the initiative in ten years."

Ten years?

"Those who are participating in this arena are second or lower reviewers. Yirip is 30 years old, so he will be close to forty in ten years."

"Isn't that obvious?"

"40 is about to be the center of the literary circle. In other words, the contestants now will be the center of this power in ten years. So this Bimu competition is an important place to see what's going to happen in the future!"

"That's the way it is!"

The horse-shaped man nodded his head as if he was admiring it.

Although it is not known where the world's first gate is now, it means that the future world's first gate can be measured based on the result of Bimu.

And even if they don't necessarily win, it's obvious that the reputation of the Moon faction will rise.

"So who do you think will win this competition?"

"Well, that's a tough question."

The man on the mouse grabbed the bottle. Then, he frowned and shook the lighter bottle around.

"Yes, I want to talk, but I'm so thirsty."…."

"Ee-bo! Jumbo! Bring me a bottle of shipper right now!"

"Shipper. Shipper is good. But……… I wonder if I can speak properly if I eat that strong shipper because it stings my throat.""Jumbo! Not the shipper, but the bamboo shoots!"

"Loud."

It was only then that the rat grinned when he ordered bamboo shoots, which cost three times more than the shipper.

"Who do you think will win? Of course we're talking about the results of the Bimu contest, right?"

"That's obvious."

"It's very difficult. There are one or two outstanding reviews in the world, and one or two outstanding prestigious people."

The horse kicked its tongue at the vague words.

"It's a very sloppy thing to do to feed you a drink! I can find the answer easily by myself."

"Ho-oh? Tell me."

"Isn't it obvious that the five dragons are the ones to pay attention to?"

"Loud."

The mouse statue gave a deep laugh.

"That's why you can't do it yet."

"Huh? Why?"

"What is a Doryong? Don't you mean five of the greatest achievements among the latecomers?"

"Yeah! So of course they're the favorites, aren't they?"

"I don't know. What are the criteria for evaluating the outstanding reviews?"

"He……."

Malsang was not easily answered and hesitated. Then the mouse statue giggled and said.

"That's what a strong assessment is. In the end, that assessment has to be based on what he has done in the strong. In other words, Oryong was the most outstanding among those who have been to Kang Ho-haeng."

The man of the mouse stopped talking for a moment, snatched away the bamboo shoots that the jumbo had flown and gulped down the bottle.

It was only after half the bottles were emptied at once that the words continued again.

"Among those who are flocking to Soongsan Mountain, there will be a lot of shining jewels that have not yet been strengthened. So how can you say that only Oryong will shine?"

"But wasn't it called a cyst? If you're so good at it, no matter how much you hide it, it's bound to spread."

"There you go, there you go. For example, they are Danakgum Namgoong Dohui, which is considered to be once every hundred years in Namgung Sega, and Neung Haun, a cheongunbeigum that Cheongseong's Jang Mun-in cherishes."

"That's what I'm saying. Wouldn't it be a true loser if we could predict the winner with all that in mind?"

"Oh, he's hurting my pride. It'sounds good. If it comes out that way, I can't leave it out anymore."

The man in the mouse statue hit the table hard with his hand.

"If you bet on me, I'll bet on a shaman!"

"A shaman?"

"Yes, the shaman is a little discouraged now, but there is a name for it. Perhaps the world will see the shaman again in this Bimu competition."

"Well, a shaman. A shaman... Well, does a shaman have the power to do that? Weren't you deeply humiliated by Hwasan a while ago?"

"What? Do you believe the rumor that Mu Jin, a shaman, lost to the Hwasan Divine?"

"It's not a false rumor.…."

"Have you seen such a stupid friend?"

The mouse statue completely distorted its narrow eyes.

"But do people who say they've eaten a little bit believe that nonsense? Where's the cilantro from? It's only in old stories that a new master who breaks down the masters of the strong at a young age."

Then, he drank as if he was thirsty and continued to talk.

"Muhak is like a good liquor, so the longer you let it go, the stronger the scent will be. How long can a freshly made liquor taste good? Moreover, you need a good environment for the alcohol to cook properly. A master like that comes out of a ruined Hwasan? Not a chance!"However, the horse figure still looked unconvincing.

"But didn't Hwasan beat South Jeolla Province?"

"I heard that the only three students who were defeated in Jongnam were the three great disciples. You wouldn't know that the students of the highest order spend all their childhood on laying the foundations."

"Hmm……."

"Isn't that proof that all three disciples lost and all two won? Can Hwasan win if the three great disciples fight again now? No way!"

"No……, but the Hwasan Divine Dragon………."

"Same here! The groundless have limits! I assure you! I don't know if Hwasan will participate or not, but if he does, he will be greatly humiliated! You're saying there's nothing fundamental about it?"

"Well, isn't that a little harsh?"

"Hehe! That's not fair! We'll see! If there's anyone who's going to be humiliated the most in this world tournament, it's definitely Hwasan. Well, I don't know if the groundless, all-falling gatekeepers can show their faces to the contest. Hahaha!"

When the mouse statue burst into laughter as if it were funny, the horse statue looked a little disappointed.

It was then.

Bite!

The door of the audience opens as if it were going to break, and a man walks in.

The two, who turned their heads in surprise, shut their mouths in unison.

Black clothes.

And a vivid plum print on the chest.

"……."

"……."

It's a costume that I've heard too much lately.

I mean, that's...….

'Hwasan?'

'Come on, don't tell me.'

Shake shake. Shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake.

Hawasan's warrior trudged toward them, the door was broken open.

He looks a bit skinny, but he has a solid body shape. And a face that the same man can nod that he is compliant.

But more impressive than that was the inevitable irritation on his face.

"Jumbo boy!"

"Yes, sir!"

The waiting jumbo rushed to the unmanned man.

"Bob!"

"…Yes?"

"Bob!"

"Oh, yeah! Which one do you want?"

"Filled with meat, 120 servings!"

"Bae, one hundred and twenty?"

"40 people! Quick!"

There are 40 people, but it's 120 people? What kind of calculation is that?

"Hurry up!"

"What? Oh… Yes! Okay!"

"And!"

Hawasan's warrior grabbed the shoulder of a spinning jumbo.

"Alcohol! Whatever it is, I'll have the coolest drink in the store right now!"

"Yep! I'll get it to you right now!"

"Hurry up!"

"Yes!"

When Jumbo ran to the kitchen, he turned his neck left and right and trudged away. Then he plopped down at the table next to the two men he was talking to.

"Here you are! Sir!"

"Good!"

Hwasan's warrior, who snatched the liquor, gulps down the bottle.

"Oh my god!"

The man, who put down the bottle with a cool face, wiped his mouth with his sleeves and shouted.

"That's how you live!"

Only then did the man, who looked relaxed, seem to be thinking of something and turn his head.

Flinch.

Flinch.

The men, who were looking at Hwasan warrior who appeared out of the blue, shrank in surprise as soon as they met eyes with him.

As the eyes of the warrior were not collected even if I waited, the mouse statue opened his mouth carefully.

"But……."

"What?"

"…What's wrong with you?"

"No. What."

Thick. Thick.

Hawasan's warrior twisted his neck left and right and grinned.

"I think you're talking about something very interesting. So what's wrong with Hwasan?""……."

The mouse statue coughed low.

"Hmm. Are you a student of Hwasan?"

"Yes, unfortunately, you're a student of Hwasan."

"……."

The mouse statue rolled his small eyes hard with a slightly puzzled face.

However, he quickly managed his expression and answered in a calm tone, perhaps because he had experience in rolling in the stronghold.

"Well, there must have been a misunderstanding. I didn't mean to disparage your ear. I was just trying to say that the Hwasan Divine of Eumun was a little overrated……."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, misunderstanding……."

Hawasan's warrior suddenly rises from his seat with a bottle of alcohol.

The mouse statue asked, a little embarrassed.

"…...why are you getting up?"

"Oh, as I misunderstood something, I think you misunderstood something, so I'm going to tell you properly."

"What?"

Hwasan's warrior smiles.

"Do you happen to know what my name is?"

"…How am I supposed to know that."

"Then keep that in mind. My name is Chung-Myung."

"아, Chung-Myung. Good name……."

Wait a minute...

Chung-Myung?

Chung-Myung?

The mouse's eyes popped out.

"Well, then you?"

"Yes, he's overrated."

"……."

My cheeks are shaking.

I had a cold sweat on my back, and even when I was sitting, my legs were shaking.

However, instead of easily despairing, the rat-sang desperately rolled his head.

If you get caught gossiping about your opponent in Kangho, you have nothing to say even if you pick a sword and start a life-and-death. Anyone who values honor will never tolerate it.

"Ha... ha ha. Meeting the world's most famous Hwasan Mythology...…."

"Why are you shaking so much? Actually, that's right. I didn't do anything, but it was a little overrated. I haven't shown you anything yet. Hehehe."

"……."

The mouse statue squinted at the unexpected response.

Are you being sarcastic?

I don't think so.

Then…….

You're telling me I'm a true man?'

And I looked at Chung-Myung again.

How many people would be able to admit it and be humble even after hearing a disparaging remark about themselves?

The slightly flushed rat statue spoke humbly.

"I'm so ashamed to hear my Hwasan Divine. He's ugly to be a senior to Kang Ho. I'm a young man in Gangho called a pleasure book. As an apology, I would like to offer a drink to the Hwasan Divine Dragon, so please accept this invincible apology."

"Oh, it's okay. Actually, what's the problem? It's not something to apologize about. Don't worry."

Chung-Myung grinned and Jo Mal-saeng admired it.

Are you saying that true Hwasan has been resurrected?'

As a proud disciple of the gate, he has no shame in his words and actions.

The admiring Jo Mal-saeng was about to continue.

"However."

"…… hmm?"

"Let's just say I am."

"……."

Chung-Myung looked at Cho Mal-saeng with a crooked head.

"Where is the rootless?"

"……."

At that moment, Jo Mal-saeng saw.

Chung-Myung's eyes, which had a smile of an infinite number of gentle masters until a while ago, glistened with life.

"Tue, Hwasan Shin……."

(Screaming)

And the words of Jo Mal-saeng no longer continued.

It was because Chung-Myung hit his forehead with a bottle of alcohol that he was holding.

"Giggles!"

Jo Mal-saeng grabbed his head and moved on.

What's interesting is that even though the warrior hit him hard enough to fall into a black face, the bottle didn't break, let alone crack it.

His mouth opened wide as he was watching the situation from the side.

No, no matter how hard you try, do you usually hit people like that?'

And the student of the gate?You're the worst!

Chung-Myung drank a lot and held the bottle upside down.

"Is this guy swearing at Hwasan in front of me?"

The fallen Jo Mal-saeng's legs trembled.

"I don't think you know what's groundless. Come on! I'll show you how far the baseless one can go today. Take a good look at it."

"Oops!"

"Basic? Basic? This is Hwasan's foundation, you son of a b*tc*!"

"Sa, save me!""

It was the worst luck of Cho's life to meet the least like a master in the world.