Possessing Nothing

When Hematoma backfiring was mutilated with his left arm amputated.

Lee Sung-min has arrived at Drimoor. If Braden were to be influenced by Shaolin as a whole by the atmosphere of the city, Drimoor was spectacular. Although not as explicitly oriental as Braden, there were many people dressed in Oriental buildings and clothing.

It was because of the nature of the volcanoes that settled in Drimoor. If you think about it, even though each of the summoned factions in each dimension gathered together to create a new faction in Eria, There is no way we can live up to the traditions of our enemies in the Middle School. This place is not a middleman, and there was a slight difference in the personality and atmosphere beyond the other dimensions of the gate gate of the same name.

It was more prominent in an old file room that values tradition. In the case of Shaolin, it continued to follow the common tradition, but not the volcano. The main wave of the volcano in Drimoor did not abandon the direction of the church, but it faded a lot. The swords of volcanoes gathered in each dimension gathered only new and robust essences through the centuries of Eria's history, but in fact, only the name of the volcanoes in Eria was different from that of the volcanoes in Central Fiji.

It stood out as it headed for the volcano. Of course, Lee Sung-min doesn't know about Jungwon's volcano. However, when the shamans in robes, embroidered with Plums, the symbol of the volcano, roamed the streets in an unusual manner, they felt a peculiar sense of huffing. It felt even more intense because Seolmin lived in Shaolin, which was still even before the fire and the full moon.

A young man in a robe grabs a woman's waist and stutters, walking the streets. A group of pottery teachers have been chattering loudly in the street stalls since day. It was unimaginable in Shaolin, so Lee was shocked to see them.

“That crazy old man. Are you still standing at the gate? ”

I heard that voice in Lee Sung-min's ear, who was passing by the tavern.

“I noticed you were still here before you came down. ”

“He's an old man who doesn't understand words. You think volcanoes aren't just tribal gates in the neighbourhood, they'll come and ask you to rub them in? ”

It was a conversation filled with giggling laughter. Lee Seong-min stopped. He turns his head and looks at the direction of the sound. A group of young men dressed in robes from the volcano laughs as they open their mouths. A young man who raised his glass or felt Lee Sung-min's gaze stopped and looked at him. After a while, the young man got up and took possession.

“It's called the Volcanic Wind. Why are you looking at us? ”

It's a large arrangement. Lee Sung-min felt a little awkward about the title. It's because Lee Sung-min is now 22 years old, and the young adult who calls Lee Sung-min "The Great Coven" looked a little older or similar to him. Lee hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

“I'm sorry if I offended you. I was on my way to the volcano, and I happened to hear from the shamans, and I looked at them without my knowledge. ”

“Oh... I see. If you don't mind, could you tell us what brings you to the volcano? ”

There was a little tension on the young man's face. Lee Sung-min has not yet completed his refusal to climb to the top. I couldn't even catch the crookedness of the seam, chi, and sieve. However, with the stabilization of the anatomy, the prayers of Lee Sung-min were well groomed, resulting in the appearance of the hair of a master. Even the master of the volcanoes was naturally unable to deal with them easily.

“… I was called to Shaolin. ”

“Shaolin!”

A thunderstorm rang out in Lee Sung-min's reply. It wasn't just the wind. Other volcanic masters opened their eyes and looked at Lee Sung-min. It's nothing to hide. Rather, the non-immortal ambassador gave a testimony to Lee Sung-min beforehand. If you encounter any inconvenience before you reach the volcano, talk about your relationship with Shaolin before you show any strength.

“Are you a scholar of Shaolin? ”

Lee Sung-min was subdued, but did not shave his head. When asked with a tense face, Lee Sung-min shook his head.

“I'm not a disciple of Shaolin. I'm just being taught a little bit by the director, the Immortal Ambassador. ”

“The Immortal Ambassador...”

Wind howls. He shares his gaze with the potters around him and awoke for a while.

“You've been a valued guest. If you don't mind, we'll take you to the volcano. ”

“Ah... you don't have to do that. ”

“No, it's not. If I didn't know better, I'd know better, but I can't just stand by and do nothing. ”

The storm and other potters did not listen to Lee Sung-min. Eventually, Lee and Lee headed across the street to the volcano with them. It didn't take long to cross the drimoor after I moved in the airstrip.

I was originally going to see Denir before I went to the volcano, but now that this has happened, it seems better to relay to the volcano and find Denir.

“... that we were talking about earlier. Who is the old man in front of the prosecution? ”

“Ah... you heard that. Does the Grand Coven know about the" Sword Poison Ration "? ”

A thunderstorm answered Lee Sung-min's question. When I reached the beginning of the volcano, I stopped walking up the road.

“Aren't you the undercover inspector? ”

“That's right. Four days ago, the Poison Jun came to visit the volcanoes. He wanted to see the sword of the volcano, and asked the great leader for a massage. But he's not just a small-scale firefighter, he's a busy foreman. ”

The storm lets out a sigh while saying so.

“It's actually not the first time this has happened. Among wilderness workers, it's very common for people who have their own jobs to be followed. How many times have they been visited by volcanoes? Where would the dignity of the Gateway go if you always accepted the invitation? ”

Hearing that, Lee Sung-min felt confused. Stuck in my past life's memories. What he remembered was the memory of the Deaf Poison Jun. The stalemate of the sword was so famous that it remained quite clear in the memory of Lee Sung-min. However, there was no mention of the Black Ear rubbing hands with a volcanic leader among Lee Sung-min's memories. If that had happened, it would have been widespread no matter what the outcome. In his previous life, the swordfish went to visit for the sake of the volcanic leader, but he couldn't finish the massage, so he was stranded at the door.

Volcanoes were tougher than Braden's grove. After climbing the high stairs, you see a large mountain range. Lee Seong-min stared at the gray-haired old man standing in front of the mountain gate and froze.

“Still there. ”

The storm whispers in a small voice. An ear rub. Lee Sung-min hesitated for a moment, looking at the back of the dog. Should I pretend to know? While Lee Seong-min was hesitant, the storm rushed toward the mountain. Then the Dobby Jun turned around and looked at the wind, and then looked at Lee Sung-min.

“Hmm."

Dobby Jun did not change much compared to what he saw on the mountain of Mesh. Rather, it was dirty because it didn't wash properly then, but now it looks younger than when Mesh bought it because it tied its long gray hair and neatened its beard. Lee Sung-min was amazed at the Poison Ratio. The perfect prayer was a proof of refusal, and yet the razor-sharp eye light claimed that the Poison Ration was an excellent swordsman.

“You…”

Dobby Jun opened his mouth. He looked surprised to see Lee Sung-min standing at the center of the other masters.

“Back then, he was a boy in the mountains of Mesh. ”

Lee Sung-min was greatly surprised by what she said. At that time, she was invisible, so she had never seen Lee Sung-min's face. Even so, it was seven years ago that Lee Sung-min met Poison Jun on the mountain of the Mesh. His body grew and his voice changed, leaving little trace of him on the mountain of Mesh.

“Do you remember me? ”

“Every memory. I'll never forget a memory from that mountain. Hard days like that didn't exist in my memory. ”

“But how can I...? At that time, Vice Joon couldn't see...”

“I remember the internal air you played. You've grown a lot. to the extent that it is not comparable to then. ”

He squeezed his head and lost his elasticity. As she and Seong-min were talking, the storm and the other teachers were frightened and took turns. Dok Bee-jun glanced at Lee Sung-min's face, then stroking the closed mountain gate with his eyes.

“Are you trying to get in here? ”

“Oh... yes. ”

“Don't mind me. I'm here because I have something to see, but I'm not like you. ”

Dobby Jun said that and turned his back on Lee. Poison Jun turned his back on Lee Sung-min who hesitated again.

“Go inside.”

Dobby Jun's words shook off Lee's back. Eventually, Lee Sung-min left the Poison Ration and went into the volcanic mountains with the wind and other potters. When the mountain gate closed, the storm quickly approached Lee Sung-min and asked.

“Did you know the sword? ”

“There used to be... a connection. ”

“Hmmm. I see. ”

The wind whispers in a shivering face. Lee looked around the building on the volcano, ignoring that look of the storm. Although it was felt on the streets, the atmosphere of the main volcano was different from the static thumping. It was not only because of the difference between the Toga and the Unbelievable, but because of the unique adaptation of the volcanoes in Eria.

When news that he had brought a letter from Shaolin, Seongmin immediately became monotonous with a volcanic leader. The master of the volcano, Yooseong Gumdae Yuan Wind Blade, Guru, was also known by rumors about the sword master in the Gufil Chamber, but he felt like a grandfather next door to him.

“I thought geography would come. ”

The Holy Father sitting opposite Lee Sung-min muttered. In the beginning, geography would have come. I just came instead because I have something to see Sung-min at Drimoor. When Lee Sung-min opened his mouth to answer, the Holy Father shook his head.

“Oh, I don't blame that. It's possible. Even if Shaolin and volcano are close enough, it will take a month to get there and back. In fact, it doesn't matter who comes. All you have to do is take a letter. ”

Holy Father Doin said so and received a letter from Lee Sung-min. Holy Father Doin glanced at Lee Sung-min while breaking the seal of the scripture.

“You've reached an unusually great age. But I don't think he's a disciple of Shaolin. ”

“Yes, it is. ”

“But it has something to do with Shaolin. Draw! Shaolin is blessed. With a century of geology in it. Just in case, have you read the contents of this letter? ”

“I haven't read it. ”

“Actually, it doesn't matter if you read it. It's not that secret. The monk of Wudang, the current Muslim monk, said he would resign his oath, and he only answered to ask the ambassador to temporarily assume the oath until the next oath is elected. ”

At that, Lee Sung-min reasoned and nodded his head.

“As expected. The immortal ambassador refused. You old son of a bitch. ”

I thought he would, too. It was because I never thought I would accept such an offer if it was an immortal ambassador that Lee Lee knew. Holy Father Doin sighed deeply and burned the book of scripture to the ground.

“Let's hear it from the young potter who came with you. I heard you said you saw a sword in a mountain gate. ”

“Oh... yes. There was a coincidence. ”

“It's annoying. Do you know why I'm avoiding the sword fight? ”

Holy Father Doin folded his arms, muttering like that. Lee Sung-min nodded his head thinking about what the storm said.

“I've heard it's because there's no end to your request for lyrics. ”

“That's also true. But that's not all. ”

Holy Father Doin grimaced his eyebrows, removing the ashes from his hands.

“Rumor has it, but the sword is filthy. ”

“… Yes? ”

“No. Rather than dirty...”

Holy Father, the Guru kicked out his tongue.

“Dangerous.”