The doctor who was leading the way stopped and looked back at Hong Sochen.
"Here it is."
Hong Sochen glanced at Johwasim's hospital room and then waved his hand at the doctor.
"Thank you. You may go now."
"I understand. Please call
if anything happens."
The doctor left those words and soon turned his back.
By the ti the doctor's back had disappeared, Hong Sochen flung open the door of the hospital room. Johwasim, who was leaning against the bed and looking out the window, turned his gaze.
"What brings you here?"
"What do you an, what brings
here. I ca because I have business. Did you expect a get-well visit?"
"You've gotten better at joking while I haven't seen you. Stop with the nonsense and just say your business and get lost. Just facing your face is a tornt."
Johwasim spat out venomous words. Hong Sochen, who was his brow furrowed, soon let out a sigh.
'Where did it go wrong.'
They had been incompatible since they were young. They had argued day after day, and when it got serious, there had even been sword fights.
However, it was not to the extent that they were uncomfortable just facing each other. Sothing was definitely wrong. It needed to be corrected.
The problem was that he couldn't figure out where to start. So he was frustrated.
As Hong Sochen just looked down with his mouth shut, Johwasim's face contorted.
"What are you thinking so much about? Do you want to laugh at ?"
Johwasim shot at him with a venomous face. Hong Sochen sighed and shook his head.
"It's not that."
"Then what is it? What is it that you ca to see
when my disciple was away?"
Johwasim had accurately pinpointed Hong Sochen's thoughts. He had accurately seen that he had aid for the gap when Gongson Do was away at the joint eting.
"That guy's intuition is still the sa."
"Don't say useless things and just say your business quickly."
Hong Sochen licked his lips and then nodded.
"Then I'll be direct. Let's drop this matter."
Johwasim's two eyes beca sharp.
"Drop it? What are you talking about?"
"Moyong Gi. Are you pretending not to know when you know? Is there any other reason for you and I to face each other besides that guy's matter?"
Johwasim gritted his teeth.
"Did you co here thinking I would accept that?"
"If you don't accept it? What are you going to do with your subject? Surely... you don't think you got into this state because you were careless, do you?"
"Are you saying that as if it makes sense now? Do you really want to die?"
Hong Sochen's face contorted at the sight of Johwasim's face, which was full of venom. It was because the conversation would not work like this. It seed that a shock therapy was needed.
"The Ren and Du ridians."
At the words that Hong Sochen had suddenly blurted out, Johwasim's brow furrowed.
"What are you talking about all of a sudden?"
"What do you an, what am I talking about. That's what you took from that guy, Moyong Gi."
However, Hong Sochen's words were still not easy to understand.
Johwasim, who was still his face contorted, had a look of disbelief after a long ti, as if a thought had struck him.
"Nonsense! That can't be, that can't be! The Ren and Du ridians are...!"
It was sothing that could not be and should not be.
It was a realm that even he, who had spent decades in arduous training, had not even co close to.
He could not believe the words that Moyong Gi, who had not even reached the age of twenty, had tried to reach first.
However, Hong Sochen still had a calm face.
"That's right. That's why you were beaten up like that."
"Th-that's..."
"What do you an, that's what. The late-cor's advantage. You must have noticed it too, right?"
At Hong Sochen’s words, Johwasim’s pupils trembled uneasily. It was because he, too, had clearly noticed that.
"Since we're on the subject, if I were that guy, you would have been dead already. It's not just anything, it's the Ren and Du ridians. The very thing that all martial artists dream of even in their dreams."
Johwasim now closed his eyes. However, Hong Sochen continued to speak.
"So let's drop it. I've made the kids keep their mouths shut. If you guys just keep your mouths shut, no one will know."
Hong Sochen poured out all he had to say. However, Johwasim, with his eyes closed, was still silent.
Hong Sochen, who was looking down at that, soon turned his back.
Now, what was left was Johwasim's choice.
It would be good if he accepted his proposal and quietly dropped it, but if not, Mount Hua would have to face the Beggars' Sect. It was not because of the previous deal.
'It would be good to put him in debt.'
A child who had not even reached the age of twenty was already looking at the Ren and Du ridians. He couldn't gauge how much he would grow. The ability to put him in debt in advance would be a great fortune.
"Stand there."
At Johwasim's voice, Hong Sochen only turned his head.
"Why?"
"The Ren and Du ridians. Are you sure?"
"If not, I wouldn't have even looked for you."
At Hong Sochen's firm reply, Johwasim nodded.
"I understand."
***
Tang Somun, who had brought the food, entered the training room, and So Moogyeol raised his hand.
"Hey. The forearm handso guy is here?"
Tang Somun's face contorted.
"This beggar bastard! Can't you be moderate?"
The problem was that he had gone to get food with So Moogyeol.
So Moogyeol had seen the cooks who worked in the dining hall throwing sticky glances at Tang Somun's swollen forearms.
Normally, it would have been impossible, but these days, he had been going around in a beggar's state to follow Moyong Gi's training, and that was the cause of the trouble.
"Instead of doing that, show them your veins. Then they might even catch a cow for you."
"Are you saying that as if it makes sense now!"
The sight of him trembling with a red face was as if he would throw down the bundle if left alone. Woonhyun, who was next to him, quickly snatched it.
"Why are you trying to throw this? The ladies at the dining hall gave it to you to eat and make your forearms thicker."
"Do you guys really want to die?"
Cheon Youngyoung, who was watching, sighed and approached.
"Stop it. Why are you guys so eager to bully Somun whenever you see him?"
"Who bullied who? I just told the truth."
"Moogyeol is right. Youngyoung, you haven't seen Somun's forearms yet. If you see his forearms once, you'll fall for him too."
"I said stop it. Do you have to raise dust before we eat?"
In Cheon Youngyoung's eyes, Tang Somun was already at his limit. If he was provoked a little more here, he would explode. Although there would be no big deal because the difference in skill was so large, it was inevitable that dust would be raised. He didn't like that.
"Aish. What's wrong with raising a little dust? I used to pick up and eat things that were rolling on the ground."
"That's because you're from the Beggars' Sect, other people aren't like that. Are you going to have another fight when he gets up?"
Cheon Youngyoung gestured with her chin towards Moyong Gi, who was ditating. So Moogyeol and Woonhyun flinched and then finally shut their mouths. However, that was also for a mont, and they started to giggle among themselves and set the table.
Tang Somun, who was looking at the two with dissatisfied eyes, soon moved his feet and plopped down next to Moyong Gi. Moyong Gi, without even opening his eyes, asked for his business.
"Why?"
At first, he had felt hurt because he felt ignored. However, as it was repeated every ti, he now just accepted it. Tang Somun also, without even looking at Moyong Gi, stated his business.
"That guy is here again."
"That guy who? Namgung Seocheon?"
"Yes."
Only then did Moyong Gi sigh and open his eyes.
"Why is he like that? I said I don't want to. Why does he keep coming when I said I don't want to, as if he has sothing to gain?"
"Why are you asking ? I'm in a difficult position too."
"Then who should I ask? Is there another guy who is close to that guy besides you?"
"What do you an, close. We just know each other's faces."
"Then you, who just knows his face, go and tell him. That I'm not teaching him. That he should stop doing useless things and just do what he has to do."
"Are you really not going to teach him?"
"How many tis do I have to say it? I'm not doing it. I'm not teaching him. I don't have ti."
"You said you would teach Baek Unseol if she gave you money, right?"
"She was a childhood friend. Are she and Namgung Seocheon the sa?"
"Still... Baek Unseol said she wouldn't learn anyway, right? Can't you use that ti for Seocheon?"
"Oh, no. It's a waste of ti."
Tang Somun's face contorted. However, after confirming Moyong Gi's face, which still did not give any room, he let out a sigh.
Still, as he was using his head to try to persuade him one more ti, Moyong Gi stood up at the sight of Zhuge Yeon entering the training room, so he had no choice but to put that attempt on hold for now.
"Where have you been again?"
"Ah, my uncle called ."
At Zhuge Yeon's reply, Moyong Gi tilted his head.
"Your uncle? You an the Strategist Zhuge?"
"He said he wanted to see you."
"Who? ?"
"No. All of us. It's a gathering of the Ascending Dragon Class."
***
Baek Unseol, whom he had faced for the first ti in a while, was blowing a cold wind. Not only did she not make eye contact, but she also gave one-word answers when he spoke to her.
And even that, she only replied to Cheon Youngyoung, and she completely ignored everyone else. Naturally, the atmosphere beca awkward. It was even more so because Zhuge Guk was also there. Only Moyong Gi had a calm face.
Moyong Gi, who was sipping the tea in front of him, his eyes widened.
"Oh? This is delicious."
He had said that the gentle aroma caught his eye, but the taste was also clear and clean, with almost no astringency. Although he didn't know much about tea, he seed to know one thing for sure.
'This is expensive.'
Moyong Gi, whose eyes sparkled, pushed the teacup in front of Zhuge Yeon.
"Try this. This seems like expensive tea."
"Yes?"
Although it had happened more than once, so she should have been used to it by now, Zhuge Yeon still had a burdened face. Not only Zhuge Guk, but also Baek Unseol, who was blowing a cold wind, was with them, so it was even more difficult.
Zhuge Yeon glanced at Baek Unseol. However, Moyong Gi did not care.
"I said try this. This is delicious."
"Huh? I'm fine."
"Oh. I said just try it. They say expensive things are good for your body."
Zhuge Guk, who was watching what Moyong Gi was doing, let out a faint laugh.
"You brat, shouldn't you distinguish between ti and place? What are you going to do if a rumor spreads?"
"Uncle, it's not like that..."
As Zhuge Yeon was startled and denied it, Moyong Gi quickly intervened and cut her off.
"It's better if a rumor spreads. Then she can't go anywhere."
"Wh-what kind of..."
Zhuge Yeon's face turned bright red.
"Hoho. That brat..."
Zhuge Guk also let out a hollow laugh.
Although it was chaotic, thanks to Moyong Gi's joke, the stiff atmosphere had subsided a lot.
The proof was that everyone was chuckling with a look of disbelief.
However, there was also one person who was not pleased with this atmosphere.
Baek Unseol still looked straight at Zhuge Guk with a hard face.
"Strategist, I'm sorry, but I would like to know your business first. You didn't call us just to drink tea, did you?"
Zhuge Guk looked at Baek Unseol with eyes full of questions. It was because he felt a sense of hostility from her cold attitude and sharp tone.
'Are they not on good terms?'
Zhuge Guk, who was pondering for a mont, soon pushed it away. It was because other matters were more important for now.
"You are right. I'll tell you my business first. It's nothing else, but you guys are being dispatched this ti."
Moyong Gi's brow furrowed.
"Dispatched? That's..."
"That's how it is. It's the decision of the joint eting."
At the words 'joint eting', the children began to murmur. It was because they knew well what a joint eting did.
Zhuge Yeon asked Zhuge Guk with a face full of concern.
"If it's a matter to be dealt with at a joint eting, it must be a quite important matter, is it okay to entrust it to us?"
"It's not just you guys. Elder Mokyoung, Elder Jeongheo, Elder Yang, and Elder Tang have decided to go with you. You don't have to worry so much."
Four elders of the Orthodox Justice Alliance were being mobilized. It was a considerable force. It didn't seem like there would be any particularly dangerous things.
"If that's the case..."
Only then did Zhuge Yeon have a slightly more convinced face.
However, Moyong Gi was not like that at all. Not only did he think it was a little too early, but he was also dissatisfied with accompanying the elders. It was because it was difficult to make the children move as he wished.
So he was just looking with an indifferent face, but So Moogyeol, who could not hold back his curiosity, asked first.
"Where is the destination?"
"The Iron Palm Sect of Hunan Province."
At that mont, Moyong Gi's body flinched. Moyong Gi's voice, as he urgently opened his mouth, trembled slightly.
"Wh-where did you say?"
"Huh? I said the Iron Palm Sect of Hunan Province. By the way, why are you like that?"
However, Moyong Gi did not reply. He tore his hair with both hands and then his body began to tremble.
'This bastard uncle!'
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