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Retutn Of Flowery Mountain Sect

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Retutn Of Flowery Mountain Sect

ch. 1

The 13th disciple of the Grand Hwasan faction.

The Three Great Prosecutors’ Office.

Plum Blossom Screening Chung-Myung ( 매 매).

Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, fell to rest on the summit of 100,000 mountains.

Over a hundred years, come back to life as a child.

By the way…

What? Is wasan going to fail?

What the hell are you talking about?

If it’s ruined, it’s human nature to save it.

« Oh, my God, I’m here. Who cares? »

Plum blossoms always lose.

However, when spring comes after a chilly winter, plum blossoms bloom in full bloom again.

« But I’ll kill him before he lives again! If you fail, you’ll have to do it right, you bastards! »

Chung-Myung’s struggle to save the ruined Hawasan faction begins.

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Seo ())

« This… »

The teeth are engaged as if they were going to break.

How much strength was put into the clenched fist, and dark red blood is flowing out of the palm of the nail.

I can’t control my twitching body.

An anger that seemed to whiten his head overtook him.

Red.

Everything is red.

Everything in sight was colored with dark red blood.

The mountain peak, which had been greened by recording only a day ago, was covered with human blood and changed its color in just one day.

the fatal shears

Now all that remained here was death.

What did you have to bleed for?

Chung-Myung raised his hand and grabbed the blade of the sword stuck in his shoulder. The blade of the broken plum sword is pulled out.

His body is not normal either.

The left arm was torn off and only the sleeves were fluttering, and neither leg was half-cut and could not function properly. But more serious than that was a big hole in his stomach, the size of a child’s head.

But Chung-Myung didn’t feel any pain.

Compared to the mental pain that seems to be torn apart, the pain in the body is nothing.

« ……long death sentence. »

In his eyes came the image of the long-length man, Cheon Mun, who had become a disastrous corpse.

What was so unfair?

What’s so unfair, can’t I close my eyes even if I die?

It is not just the long story.

« Priest… »

The image of Chong Gong, who died with his waist cut in half, is painfully stuck in his eyes.

« Something. »

Everyone is dead.

Climbing this mountain together, all the death penalty that had vowed to defend the river and spread the name of Hawasan to the world, went to places where they could not return.

All the qualities that followed them up this mountain.

Chung-Myung clenched his teeth.

It’s a noble sacrifice. It’s a death that’s greater and more consultative.

But who dares praise this death?

How dare you!

Chung-Myung slowly turned his head.

I stared at the main culprit who created all this with great hatred.

The devil from heaven.

A group of evil spirits that have stained the world with blood, the doctrines of the devil.

Who the world calls Heavenly Demon.

Even in this terrible hellhole, Heavenly Demon seemed more serene. His still standing still in the bloodbath caused strange feelings even to Chung-Myung, who prides himself on hating him the most in the world.

No, serenity doesn’t suit him right now.

For those who have dozens of swords stuck in their whole bodies and two windows piercing their stomachs, there is no such thing as peace.

Everyone gave their lives to make that demon look like that.

The final death squad consisting of twenty literary factions, including Gu Il-bang, and the elite of the elite. The clash between them all and Heavenly Demon resulted in a co-destruction.Will they be satisfied?

Will those who died here be satisfied with this result and close their eyes?

It can’t be.

Even if they were satisfied and pleased, only Chung-Myung could not. All he could do was control his burning hatred and anger.

At that moment.

Heavenly Demon opened her eyes still.

His eyes, transparently empty, stare at Chung-Myung.

And his mouth opens slowly.

« ……Hwasan. »

The first thing that came out of his mouth was the two letters « Hwasan ».

Hwasan.

The two letters stuck in Chung-Myung’s chest like a white man flow out of that demon’s mouth.

« I’m sorry to hear that, wasan’s student. If I could survive here, I’d be honored for killing me for the rest of my life. »

« ……shut up. »

« You can be proud enough. Your sword eventually reached me, although there was help from many. I accept that in the name of Heavenly Demon, your sword, Hawasan’s sword, is the best in the world. »

« Shut up! »

It’s hateful to even put the name Hwasan on that cursed mouth.

« That’s too bad. »

Heavenly Demon is dying.

No matter how much it is, it is the first person who has reached the sky, but it cannot survive only when the Danjeon is penetrated and all the five intestines are cut off.

Glow reflection.

Now Heavenly Demon is just the last struggle before the end of its life.

But why? What makes a dying man so relaxed?

Heavenly Demon was an incomprehensible creature that he couldn’t understand at all.

« If I had one more day, I would truly be worthy of the name Heavenly Demon. But this, too, must be my destiny. »

Chung-Myung grabbed the blade from his shoulder with all his might. A sharp sharp blade penetrated the palm of the hand, but such a thing is good.

One step.

Another step.

Towards the end of this long and terrible war, Chung-Myung limped towards Heavenly Demon.

As Chung-Myung approached, Heavenly Demon’s eyes remained colorless and transparent.

« Remember, student of Hawasan. This is not the end. Ma will be back again. And then truly the Mado world will open up. No one can stop it.…. »

Screaming!

The sound of the sword cutting through the air resonated at the top of the quiet mountain.

Took.

Heavenly Demon’s neck, which had been cut off, rolled to the floor. Chung-Myung trampled on Heavenly Demon’s head, still staring at him with clear eyes.

« This… »

The war is over.

The world will remember this war as a triumph for the dead. But Chung-Myung knows. There is no such thing as victory here. No one, no one has ever won.

Chung-Myung, who had finally lost strength in his legs, collapsed on the spot. The inevitable death was coming to him, too.

Chung-Myung looked up and looked up at the sky.

Even though so much blood was flowing and so many people were dying, the sky was still blue enough to be indifferent.

What happens to Hawasan now?’

Everyone who climbed the Great Mountain to kill Heavenly Demon died. There are people left. Even then, even they will groan at this near-destructive damage.

But none of the Moonists was as badly damaged as Hawasan.

« Long death penalty… I told you. »

I told you not to give everything to the consultation.

All of Hawasan’s celadon ships were buried here.And all the white porcelain boats along the celadon boat died.

All that’s left is children who don’t have power.

And…

Regret. There was nothing but regret.

Was it meaningful?

Was the blood that Hawasan shed here really meaningful?

« I don’t know. Long death penalty… … »

Chung-Myung’s body slowly fell sideways.

His fallen eyes are covered with red blood, white robes, and five-leaf plum blossoms carved on them.

Just the death of a no man.

The lonely end of closing one’s eyes in the absence of a single observer. It is the death of Hawasan, who abandoned his life like a candle using a plum blossom sword he had been holding for his entire life as a tombstone.

« ……but you’re better than me. »

There’s something to cry about.

Because Chung-Myung is crying for them.

Chung-Myung’s blurred gaze followed Jang Moon-in’s figure.

‘I’m sorry, Long Death.’

Wouldn’t you have saved one if you were more devoted to nothing?

If I hadn’t lived a stupid life, listening to my teacher and my death penalty.

Would it have been a little different if we had truly won Hawasan’s sword, not a false name for nothing?

Useless.

It is also futile.

All that remains is just regret.

And there was nothing but worry about the inquest.