"Big brother, big brother. I've brought the red honey."
With the dawn breaking over the wall, Tang Huaping came running quickly.
When the head of the Tang family, Tang Huazong, looked at him, he ran up in one go and held out something.
It was a bamboo tube. The side with the stopper was sealed with beeswax.
"It's alcohol made with red honey. I barely managed to get it after searching the entire medicinal ingredient street."
"I've already obtained the red honey."
"Yes, here's the red honey... what?"
When Tang Huaping was puzzled, Tang Huazong gestured with his chin to one side.
Tang Huaping's head turned.
There, Cho Myung was lying on his back.
"Why is this kid here... did you get it?"
"It seems he ran all this time without resting since yesterday."
"What?"
"It must have been because of his determination to save his sister-in-law."
Hua Yunhui had said so the day before.
That if he didn't come back within two days, his sister-in-law would die.
He had seen Cho Myung's face harden seriously when he had heard those words then.
"It seems I'll have to give her up."
Tang Huazong said with a chuckle.
"Big brother...?"
"What can I do with kids like these? I have to give her up. As this kid's sister-in-law, and as that kid's partner."
Tang Huazong looked back at Tang Xiulian's room, where Hua Yunhui had entered, with a smiling face.
Tang Huaping, who was watching from right in front, also smiled.
Since he would no longer see Tang Xiulian's face, which was always full of worry, there could be nothing better than this.
Although she was his niece, since he had no daughter, he had always thought of her as his daughter.
"Big brother, congratulations."
"Thank you."
It was when Tang Huazong was nodding with a smile.
"Water, please give me some water."
Cho Myung's voice was heard.
When the two looked back, Cho Myung had raised his upper body.
"Some water..."
Cho Myung, who was looking around, held out his hand to Tang Huaping.
It looked similar to the bamboo water bottle he carried when he climbed the mountain.
"Ah, this is..."
"Give him that."
At Tang Huazong's words, the hesitating Tang Huaping approached Cho Myung and handed him the bamboo tube.
Cho Myung tore off the stopper sealed with beeswax with force and then brought it straight to his mouth.
"......!"
Cho Myung, who had taken a gulp and widened his eyes.
He held the bamboo tube to his mouth and then drank it down.
He emptied one bamboo tube in an instant and then took it from his mouth.
"Is this medicine? It's very sweet."
Cho Myung, who had licked his lips, looked down at his lower abdomen.
"It must be good medicine. My stomach says it's good too."
The Immortal Demonic Aura was moving busily.
Although it was a small amount, it contained red honey, so it was absorbing its medicinal power.
Cho Myung, whose energy was instantly filled, smiled pleasantly.
In fact, considering the greatness of the Immortal Demonic Aura, it was not something to be so tired about.
Since his mind was in a hurry, he had run at full speed without thinking.
As a result, his body had become tired faster than the recovery power of the Immortal Demonic Aura. He still lacked the ability to control it.
"It's alcohol mixed with the red honey you brought. It's very good for recovery."
Tang Huazong smiled and lied.
He had expressed his gratitude to Cho Myung in that way.
"Was it alcohol? Is alcohol this sweet?"
"It's sweet. That's why people drink until they're dead drunk."
Cho Myung, who made an embarrassed face at the fact that he had drunk alcohol and that the alcohol was very sweet, licked his lips and got up from his seat.
"You're not resting anymore?"
Tang Huazong asked.
"I've rested enough."
"Already?"
"Yes, I recover a little quickly."
The pleasantly smiling Cho Myung.
Tang Huazong, who recalled that Cho Myung had obtained a Taoist fortuitous encounter, came to think that he might be much more amazing than his judgment.
"Will my sister-in-law be okay?"
"If it's that kid Yunhui, he won't send his partner away like this."
"Of course. If it's my big brother, he will definitely treat her."
Cho Myung smiled again.
It was a joyful smile.
It must mean that he trusted Hua Yunhui that much.
***
Tang Xiulian had passed the dangerous moment.
Still, she had to be watched closely for a day.
Hua Yunhui stayed at Tang Xiulian's residence.
He ate and slept there.
Since Cho Myung could not do so, a place was prepared for him in a detached building.
In the Tang family, ordinary guests were given a place in the guest house, and only very important people were given a place in a detached building.
So he came to stay with Xue Gongdao and the other members of the Divine Martial Stage.
There were two detached buildings in the Tang family, and Tang Huazong had deliberately prepared a room for Cho Myung in the same detached building as the Divine Martial Stage. It was a favor to get to know each other on this occasion.
When Cho Myung was first guided and entered the detached building, they just watched from a distance.
Cho Myung also just stared blankly.
The appearance of being covered in blood the day before, and even now at a glance, there were six talents who seemed to be amazing, so he was interested.
"Do you happen to remember me?"
When the atmosphere became awkward with a small front yard between them, Xue Gongdao approached.
Cho Myung stared at such a Xue Gongdao and then nodded.
"Yes."
"Yes, you said your name was Myung, right? I remember that your name was the same as the child I was looking for with a portrait three years ago."
"Yes."
Cho Myung answered with a slight wariness.
Xue Gongdao, who thought that his appearance was due to the awkwardness of being in an unfamiliar place, sat down next to Cho Myung as if it were nothing.
"Is the Fighting Demon well?"
"My master has passed away."
"Ah, I see."
"Yes."
"He couldn't overcome it in the end? He looked so healthy then."
Xue Gongdao, who was tilting his head.
The surprise about the Fighting Demon when he had seen him three years ago was quite great.
The roar that shook the entire Hua Family Clinic and the large log that had been shattered.
It was to the extent that the heart that had initially ignored him had completely disappeared.
"I thought he was really amazing... so have you been learning the martial arts of the old master, the Fighting Demon, since then?"
"Yes."
"Even the lightness skill?"
"Yes."
The members of the Divine Martial Stage, who had been keeping their ears open but had been deliberately looking away, were turning their gaze to Cho Myung.
In particular, one person had a face as if he were about to run over and ask something.
"Was the old master, the Fighting Demon, originally that fast?"
"What?"
"As far as I know, the old master, the Fighting Demon, did not accumulate internal energy, am I wrong?"
"That's right, but..."
While answering, Cho Myung wondered if it was right to answer as Xue Gongdao asked.
"Ah! Don't misunderstand. I asked because your lightness skill looked amazing. Everyone here is a friend who has a knack for martial arts, and each of them has a great sense of pride. But your lightness skill was something I had never seen anywhere. Of course, it was an amazing speed. And it was especially surprising that you didn't even get tired."
Xue Gongdao, who had grasped Cho Myung's wariness, said as if he were being modest.
There was a part to pay attention to in what he had said.
Because he had spoken as if he had been watching all along.
But that was the truth.
The young man who had been glaring at Cho Myung from before.
Zheng Jinfang!
He had done so.
From the moment Cho Myung had left the Tang family to find the red honey, he had followed him.
He was confident that he would not lose him because the Whirling Wind Divine Movement of Zhongnan was a lightness skill known as the best in the world.
Because he was the disciple of the head of the Zhongnan Sect and was receiving everyone's expectations.
At first, it was as he had been confident.
He had followed Cho Myung, who was running as if with all his might, with leisure.
But that leisure was disturbed after half an hour.
Unlike Cho Myung, who was running at the same speed on the rugged mountain, he showed a more and more tired appearance.
And after another fifteen minutes, he had no choice but to give up chasing.
He had to come back, staring blankly at Cho Myung, who was disappearing, jumping over even a large rock at the same speed.
"I just trained hard."
"Everyone trains hard."
Cho Myung did not know what to say and just looked at the eyes of those who were watching his mouth open.
"I was rude. It's not polite to ask about martial arts in detail."
Xue Gongdao said with a smile.
Cho Myung learned for the first time.
That you should not ask about the opponent's martial arts like that.
'But why did he ask?'
A small sense of rebellion raised its head.
Then he also did not like the fact that he had to be self-conscious of them.
Cho Myung lifted his head.
'I didn't do anything wrong.'
He also straightened his back.
'You said it's not polite to ask about martial arts, right? Then I don't have to answer.'
He also puffed out his chest.
And he looked around proudly.
At Cho Myung's changed attitude, Xue Gongdao made an awkward face, wondering if he had touched something.
It was at this moment that Zheng Jinfang of Zhongnan approached.
"Hey."
Cho Myung looked at him.
"I am Zheng Jinfang of Zhongnan. You'll have to fight with me."
"Why?"
"Because my pride has fallen to the ground."
"Why?"
"What?"
"Why did it fall?"
"That's...!"
Zheng Jinfang was at a loss for words.
It was because the opponent did not even know that he had followed him. But he could not just let it go like this.
"I'll tell you after we fight."
"I don't want to."
"Hmph! Are you trying to run away!"
"I'm here."
"What?"
"I'm not running away, I'm here."
"Not fighting is the same as running away."
Cho Myung frowned and was lost in thought.
How was not fighting the same as running away?
He did not understand.
Zheng Jinfang sneered at the contemplating Cho Myung.
It was good if they fought, and it was good if they did not fight until the end. In the end, he had re-established his pride.
Cho Myung, who had discovered the sneering Zheng Jinfang, turned his gaze.
Xue Gongdao and the members of the Divine Martial Stage, who were watching with curious faces.
There were also two pretty girls, and one person who looked as cold as ice.
Cho Myung turned his gaze back to Zheng Jinfang and then stared at Xue Gongdao and asked.
"You've seen my master, right?"
"Yes."
"Do you know what my master said?"
"What did he say?"
"He said that when you fight, you should not ignore even a weak opponent and treat them seriously. But he also said that there was no need to do so for those who carelessly ignored the weak. He said to just trample on such people."
"......!"
The hardened faces of Xue Gongdao and the members of the Divine Martial Stage.
It seemed that the words 'trample on' were deeply engraved in their minds.
"What do you mean by that!"
Zheng Jinfang was no different.
Zheng Jinfang, whose excitement was evident, was on the verge of using his hands at any moment.
Cho Myung turned his gaze to such a Zheng Jinfang.
And he asked.
"Are you a person who carelessly ignores the weak, big brother?"
"What?"
"I have eyes and I can think too. I look funny to you, don't I?"
"......!"
"You're ignoring me now because I look funny to you. Right?"
The more Cho Myung's questions were repeated, the more Zheng Jinfang felt that he had become a villain.
A villain, a disciple of Zhongnan who had become a wicked person!
The head disciple of Zhongnan being talked about and pointed at by the people of the world?
It was not a matter of thinking about his own pride.
He would lose if he fought, and he would lose even if he did not fight.
Unless he changed the gist of the conversation.
It was when Zheng Jinfang was just blinking his eyes and frantically racking his brain.
"Is there cunning in that simple-looking face?"
A cold voice interjected.
When Cho Myung turned his head, he saw a person approaching.
It was the person who had maintained a cold atmosphere like ice from beginning to end.
Shen Wuren, who was known as the genius of the land of Sichuan.
He, who usually did not interfere in other people's affairs, had stepped forward.
"If you had looked funny, he wouldn't have asked to fight. Of course, he must have been full of confidence."
Shen Wuren, who had approached while speaking, stopped in front of Cho Myung and continued to speak with a cold appearance.
"There is such a thing as a fighting spirit. They say that when there is an opponent you want to fight, your body gets itchy. The reason the disciple of Zhongnan stepped forward is to that extent."
At Shen Wuren's words, Zheng Jinfang nodded his head vigorously.
But Cho Myung did not even glance at him and just looked at Shen Wuren.
"Are you like that too, big brother? Do you want to fight with me?"
"No."
"......!"
"My gaze at you is not a fighting spirit."
"Then what is it?"
"As you said, it's just ignoring you."
"......!"
"The one who ignores and looks down on the weak, that's me looking at you now. So what are you going to do? Are you going to trample on me as your master said?"
It's not just words.
A gaze that looks down arrogantly with his chin raised.
It is really the attitude of one who ignores and looks down.
Cho Myung got up from his seat.
At that sight, everyone watched with an interested attitude.
Even Zheng Jinfang, when Shen Wuren stepped forward, had stepped back a few steps and even crossed his arms, as if he were going to be a spectator.
"The limit of the Fighting Demon is your limit. I'll teach you that limit now!"
The moment Shen Wuren's words ended.
Flash!
A flash of light appeared.
A cold flash of light flickered between the two in an instant.
'What happened?'
'There's no need to kill him, so did he cut him somewhere?'
'As expected of Shen Wuren! He's fast!'
While the members of the Divine Martial Stage were watching with complicated hearts, Cho Myung moved his hand and held up his clothes.
It was sharply cut.
"This is something my sister bought for me..."
Cho Myung, who was frowning and muttering.
Soon, anger began to rise on Cho Myung's face as he lifted his head to Shen Wuren.
(End of Chapter)