"...are you all right?"
"Yes. Cough! It's all right."
"Did you really like it'"
"That's okay. Cough! Cough!"
"You don't look fine...."
Hyun Jong distorted his face and looked at Chung-Myung. Chung-Myung sitting in front of me was not a horse. I'm skinned and white-faced.
"How bad is your health?'
No matter how much I look at it, it looks like I'm about to die See a stranger, his disciples pijuktto not feed might ask why swearing and spitting on it will remain the same.
I don't think it was like this when I first came.'
Hyun Jong turned his head with a subtle face and asked Unam.
"What did the medicine say?"
"They say they're not feeling well."
"Energy?"
"Yes, it is said that excessive training has damaged your energy and needs to be suppressed."
"Huh!"
Hyun-jong looked at Chung-Myung with moving eyes.
"Dude, you're training until you're blue in the face. Why did you do such a stupid thing?"
'That's not it.'
Training is freezing to death.
Chung-Myung hasn't had a proper training since climbing to Hawaii. What kind of training is this?
Of course that's all the medicine party had to say. It's true that my energy is damaged and my body is damaged. How can I imagine that a newbie who just started writing his birthright broke up? Even if Hwata was sitting in the medical center, it is not an answer that can be made.
Weird misunderstandings have arisen, but at times like this, we have to answer honestly.
"I'm sorry, Jang Moon-in. I wanted to learn the martial arts of Hawasan as soon as possible so I stopped...…."
"Huh, good boy, good boy."
Jang Moon-in nodded as if he liked Chung-Myung more.
Chung-Myung did not lie. It's true at heart!
"Hurried rice makes you sick. What can you do only when you're sick?"
"I will be more careful, my pupil."
"Yes, yes."
Hyun Jong smiled pleasedly.
The child before us is literally Hawasan's Hongbok. It's nothing short of a rolling fortune. So how come it's not pretty?
"Yes, do you enjoy tea?"
"I don't really enjoy it."
Chung-Myung shrugged.
I don't know if it's alcohol.
Chung-Myung's taste is too much of a bath. Unlike alcohol that piqued the throat, tea was just grassy water.
Jang Moon-sa-hyung said that Chung-Myung was a hard man to become a master in the first place, but what can he do about his taste?
Is there a law that says long-time Hawasan should enjoy tea?'
In the past, long death sentences were also well versed in tea ceremony. And in Chung-Myung's view, Jang Moon-in, now, was not very good at riding a car.
Jang Moon-in hands out the car he carefully rode to Chung-Myung. Chung-Myung picked up the car with both hands.
"I'm sorry you don't enjoy it, but taste it, Bondo."
"Yes."
Regardless of the scent process, Chung-Myung gulped down the tea at once.
"...."
Although there is a greater pleasure in enjoying the scent than the original taste of tea, it seemed that tea to Chung-Myung meant nothing more than hot water.
Looking at it with a sad face, Hyun-jong asked as soon as Chung-Myung put down the tea cup.
"How do you like it?"
"It's cold."
"...."
There was a subtle disappointment in Hyun Jong's solemn face, but Chung-Myung was just honest in his duty.
"Well, yeah."
Hyun Jong, who blew up the awkwardness with a cough, gently releases his expression again.
"I called you back here to give you a compliments on this. Thanks to you, Hawasan was able to get out of the woods. You've done a great job.""I haven't done anything."
"How could you not have done anything? If it weren't for you, we'd be on the streets by now."
"I just happened to walk past it, and I just happened to get stuck in the box."
"Huh. It's a coincidence."
Hyun Jong shakes his head still.
"There is no such thing as a coincidence. Everything is just a consequence of a connection."
Chung-Myung nodded still.
I'm just saying, but Hyun Jong's words hit the nail on the head.
'There are times when he's so sharp.'
"Didn't she? Unam?"
"Yes, Jang Moon-in. And even if all of this was made by accident, the ball that caused the accident is not small either. Besides, I didn't want to be rich, but I informed the long-term writer, so how can I say, "How can I say?"
"Yes, yes."
Hyun Jong swept away his beard as if he was willing to.
"Do it."
Then, look at Chung-Myung with warm eyes.
"It's only natural to reward those who have done their best. Hawasan is about to award you. That's why I called you."
"Did you say a prize?"
"Yes, is there anything you want?"
Chung-Myung is a bit worried.
What do you want?
"It would be a lie if you could pass on that wealth and not regret it. If you need wealth, I'll give you proper wealth."
"Wealth is fine."
"Hmm?"
Hyun Jong opened his eyes slightly wide.
"Did you say you didn't need wealth?"
"Yes, they feed us and give us clothes anyway, so what's the use of wealth? It's not like there's anything to use in the mountains."
"Hahaha. Yes, it is."
Hyun Jong smiled.
It's a pottery.
It is not easy to abandon one's greed for wealth, however useless it is. You don't have to spend money now, but you don't have to spend it in the future, do you?
He doesn't seem to be a child who can't guess such a thing, but he's a child who practices no desire to refuse wealth. It was a bowl to embrace the province.
However, Chung-Myung's inner thoughts were completely different from the warm interpretation of Hyun Jong.
"How much is it to doin'?'
a secret warehouse for a long writer Now, the secret warehouse used by Chung-Myung, not the long-time writer of Hwasan, is piled up with wealth that would turn his eyes upside down and faint if Hyun Jong saw it.
Chung-Myung is already the richest man in harmony.
You don't have to receive any small sum of money from a poor writer.
"Then what do you want? It may help you pre-learn martial arts that you can't yet learn in four rows."
"I don't mind not studying."
"...Huh? Is this okay?"
"Yes."
"Did you find martial arts meaningless?"
Chung-Myung shook his head again.
"It's not like that. Although the disciple does not know everything, I think there is a meaning to all the martial arts that the good men of Hawasan will learn in accordance with the line of succession."
Hyun Jong opened his eyes wide.
"Really?"
"Yes. Didn't the writer just say that the hasty meal will upset you?""
"I did."
"I think the same goes for Muhak. I'll learn what's right for me and make sure to move on even though it's slow."
"Yes, you're right. You are absolutely right."
Hyun Jong nodded constantly.
The more we talk, the more I like it. Doesn't a young child still know what province is and what reason is?
"Where did you come from?'
It was Hyun Jong who was so willing that he couldn't hide his laughter, but of course Chung-Myung's idea was completely different.I'll have to give you credit. Dude!
Chung-Myung, who was worried about how to hand over other things other than the martial arts he delivered this time, was troubled.
It would have been convenient if I had handed it all over at once. However, the human mind has a strange side, so if you give both gold and silver statues at the same time, it devalues the value of silver statues.
Who will learn the sword if you give it both the Twenty-four Plum Blossom and Chimae sword? As Hyun Jong said, you'll get indigestion if you eat in a hurry.
'You have to pay attention to every single one of these things.'
Long death. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I listened to it in one ear and spilled it in the other when Jang Moon-sa nagged me. I should have known how hard it was for him.
Half-way through the eyes of a long writer, I can see how hard it must have been for the long-time writer, Cheon Mun. And Chung-Myung would have taken up much of the trouble.
I should have listened.
It's hard to atone for the already dead Cheon Mun, but Chung-Myung was determined to be good to even the long-time writers.
"It is good that you are not greedy, but it is a little difficult for me now. Okay, so you don't need anything?"
'It's necessary.'
What can I do for Chung-Myung in the only thing left?
Chung-Myung, who was worried, opened his mouth.
Once you can secure some freedom of personal freedom, the radius of movement widens. It is more urgent than anything else.
"The long-time disciple does not slacken in learning martial arts."
"I can tell from the looks of you."
"...."
Chung-Myung, who had a small cough, continued.
"But I think there's a limit to just learning Muhak in this clean measure. I want to see the wide world once in a while. Please let me go down to the chord whenever I want."
"Hmm."
Hyun Jong slightly narrowed his forehead.
"I understand your intentions. That is against the rules of Hawasan. Your contribution is good enough, but then you'll be afraid of anyone complaining about equity. Let me think about it."
"Yes, a man of letters."
"Do you have anything else?"
Chung-Myung, who was worried, opened his eyes wide.
"Long man!"
"Hmm?"
"As you can see, he's not feeling well."
"Yes, we'll know if we have eyes."
"The drugstore says it's been deflated."
"Yes, I've heard of it."
"So, could you please drop me off?"
"...English?"
"Yes, the English language of Hawasan. Isn't there usually something like that in Moonpa?"
Hyun Jong burst into laughter.
"Hahaha. Yeah. You need Youngdan. Yeah, I like Youngdan. Is there anything more to supplement the body?"
"Yes, I am!"
"Hahaha. Yes, Youngdan. Yes. If it's your work, it's enough to be judged. Yeah, well..."Yes, sir.
Hyun Jong is looking at Chung-Myung. Then he spoke in a soft voice.
"Did you say you wanted to go down to the chords once in a while?"
"...Yes?"
"Of course, it's against the rules, but I can do you that much considering your contribution. Listen to Unam."
"Yes, long-time man!"
"Hwasan's student Chung-Myung does not get permission from others when he goes down to the chord in the future.""Yes!"
"However, Chung-Myung must keep the chords in mind that everything he does in the chords cannot escape that responsibility. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I see. By the way...."
Chung-Myung tilts his head.
What about Youngdan?
"Also, it should not affect the training in the harmony."
"...."
"Hahaha. Yeah. Then get out of here."
"Oh, no, long story. Youngdan...."
"I have high expectations for you. Keep your head above water."
"...yes."
"Yes."
"Precious. "The Long Writers."
Hyun Jong grinned as Chung-Myung bowed his head and trudged out.
"I'll never eat and die, you son of a b*tc*!'
I'd rather die than suffer.
Rather than sick.