Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp
“Kyah!”
Chung Myung poured the alcohol down his throat, and it looked like he was in paradise.
“This taste is life!”
While he was drinking the spirit1, it felt like the alcohol was coating his mouth.
Since Shaolin was considered a temple, there was nowhere to get alcohol. As a result, he had desperately searched for a drink. To his great joy, Wei Lishan had brought ten bottles with him.
“Kuaah. This is why you need to form good connections with people.”
Of course, Chung Myung wasn’t someone who could not live without alcohol.
But wasn’t every other person the same?
They didn’t look for alcohol when it wasn’t available, but,
‘You cannot drink here.’
It was common knowledge that if someone asked you not to do something, you were basically inclined to engage in that behavior.
‘Uh?’
‘Was I the only one?’
‘Eh. No way.’
Chung Myung smiled, ripped off a piece of beef jerky, and threw it into his mouth. There was only one thing he regretted…
“The glasses seem old.”
You needed to eat well to grow up well, and he was in the process of growing right now… but that could happen when you drink and have jerky like this2.
‘If sahyung were in the sky seeing this, he would regretfully shed tears.’
Chung Myung thought of consuming twice as much, only if his sahyung would say something from up there.
“Tch. Cannot help it. To live like… uh?”
Chung Myung tilted his head and took another bottle as he turned around.
“… it isn’t here?”
He turned his head to the bottles in the corner of the room.
“One. Two. Three…. Nine. Nine?”
And with this, it would be ten?
He had run out of drinks.
His hand holding the remaining bottle trembled a little.
‘Then no alcohol?’
This was bad.
He hadn’t had enough yet!!
Chung Myung made a wailing sound as he looked at the empty bottles.
“I wish I could have just one more bottle.”
What should I do?
Chung Myung slowly turned his head to look out the window. It was a narrow enough window for one person to get through, so he probably could.
If I sneak out and go to a town…
‘Don’t! Never make trouble in these two days! Never!’
Hyun Jong’s earnest request echoed in his head and made him flinch.
“Kuaak.”
Chung Myung, who was in agony, finally shook his head.
‘I almost fell into my desires.’
If it was in the past, and he had heard such a request from his sahyung sect leader, and he was this drunk… well, he would have jumped out of the window immediately and only returned after drinking his fill of booze.
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
AçãoThe 13th disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, one of the greatest third generation swordsmen, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint: Chung Myung. After defeating the Heavenly Demon and ending his reign of chaos, Chung Myung breathed his last on the summit of the...
