Volcanic Sphere

The spring of the volcano was as fragrant as a sharp blade. Dark Plum in the Wind. Plums were blooming in unison on the volcano.

Damho was walking in a sycamore. Every one of his bobo looks like a flowering flower descends.

Damho pauses and looks around.

It was full of plums everywhere. Plums blossomed with flower cloaks, each with a splendid appearance.

Damho reached out. Then, like a lie, a plum petal appeared in the wind and sat on the palm of his hand. Damho has been looking at Plum Petals for a long time.

Spring volcanoes culminate in Plums. So people thought of the volcano plum. I don't know why, but there were a lot of pearls in the volcano.

Plum rights, twenty-four plum swords were exemplary examples.

Whether that is the case or not, the volcanic waves' absurdity is light, but prejudicial. In fact, many of the volcanic ashes were occupied by such ashes.

The wind blows again and blows the Plum petals in the palm of the dam. Damho reached out and tried to grab Plum Petals. However, the Plum Petal gently escapes between the fingers of such a wall.

Damho grabbed his fist tight.

For him, the volcanic ash was like that plum. It seems to be caught, but not captured.

Damho shook his head and walked again.

After a long walk, it was the Tapyeong Palace.

It was the Pacific Palace, at least located on the widest plain of the volcano with its blade-like topographical features.

The Tapyeong Palace, modeled on the thirty-six thousand in the celestial world, was enormous. The volcanic faction was formed here, and the volcanic faction's disciples were also trained here in the Pacific Palace.

On the ground, many were doing business. It was diverse in appearance and different in age.

The youngest appeared to be about twelve years old, and the most numerous appeared to be in their mid-twenties.

“Hap! Hap! ”

Their faces were covered with thick drops of sweat.

Those who exercised the most fundamental right of restoration to the volcanic wave were the accelerators. There was a man who shouted out for such impatients.

“When you don't punch, you have to be strong. Make the most of your whole muscles, just like a lying tiger pops out. ”

“Yes!”

His disciples, who were acting in a rattling voice like a tiger, answered in unison.

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“Yes!”

With the answer, the fast food of the disciples changed. Like a tiger running towards the world through a cave, a ferocious and fierce force emerges.

Damho stands still for a moment and looks at their performance scene.

The bridge that teaches the fast disciples was the Bible, the first disciple of the volcano, and the master of the right to plum.

Usually it is pleasant, but since it is cold without blood or tears when teaching martial arts, the expeditionary disciples called him the "Heartless Heart".

Suddenly, Jingyeong, who was guiding the disciples of HangChang, shook his hand toward the wall.

“Archangel Priest. ”

An unattended man who had been in a frosty mood until just now disappeared and was smiling nicely. He shakes his head small.

It was a painting he received from the Archangel, the Volcano.

It was three years since I received the painting, but I was still unfamiliar with it. It was just as uncomfortable as wearing someone else's clothes.

However, Damho approached the progress without revealing it.

“What are you doing here? Are you here to see this death penalty? ”

“I was on my way to Young Bong Palace. ”

“Young Bong Palace?”

In the eyes of Jingyeong, Lee came to mind.

Youngbo Palace was a place with books that organized the volcano's sculpture. Because it was one of the most important places of volcanoes, the boundaries were strict and the eligibility to enter and exit was also strict.

Accelerators were, of course, forbidden to enter, and only one or more of the principal disciples were allowed to enter.

Even though he was the youngest brother of Jingyeong, Damho was also the first disciple of the volcano clan. Of course, access was granted. However, there were not many handcrafted books that could be used in the Imperial Palace. Most of the books were related to crucifixion.

The true scholarship of the volcano could not be learned with a book. In a few lines of writing, experience and enlightenment go only through direct teaching.

One of the Old Moon clans was once heavily deformed by the volcanoes that were shaking the Holy Land because they had lost all the warrior masters who would transmit their enlightenment.

It is now a volcano that is restoring its old sanctuary little by little, but it is not enough compared to the peak period. The story was that there were not enough masters to teach properly.

Above all, the present Jinn, who took up his vocation as a disciple, did not learn to be useless for any reason. He was the only scholar in the volcano.

It was for the same reason that everyone opposed him when he said that he would reap the blessing as a disciple.

What is needed for the volcano now is a powerful unmanned vehicle. The scripture or the scholar who studied it did not have the jaw to pass on the proper craftsmanship.

This did not mean that the other elders had the capacity to care about the disciples of the present truth. Moreover, Damho had a deadly weakness to learn nothing.

The current Jinn embraced the discourse as a disciple, risking everyone's opposition. Thanks to the vigor of the current Jinn, the elder of the volcanic wave, Damho also became the first disciple of the mainland, but on the contrary, Gwan became a major obstacle to being handicapped. Because the elders who opposed it were reluctant to hand over the blanket to Damhoe.

“You're passionate, too. If you try so hard, you will definitely cross the line one day. ”

The gaze of the Jin Kyung unconsciously turned towards the left leg of the wall.

Fatal weakness as an unmanned vehicle. It was true that everyone knew if they were disciples of the volcanic wave.

I said that, but Jin didn't think that Damho could overcome his weaknesses. Because the volcanic ashes were not green enough to ripen the stubble.

Damho read the light of compassion in the eyes of the Bible. But he bows his head as if it's okay.

“I'll go to Young-Bong Palace. ”

“Yes, well done. ”

The damho passes through Jingyeong and heads towards the back of the Tapyeong Palace.

“That cripple is the first disciple of the volcano? ”

“Can you spread your body like that properly? ”

Looking at his back, the soothsayers murmured.

“How dare some people talk in the middle of the day? ”

In the unfavorable spirit of the Bible, the soothsayers kept their mouths shut like clams. But their voices were already in the ears of the wall.

Still, the wall did not stop moving. It was a story I had already heard a lot, and it was a familiar gaze. His heart was not weak enough to be shaken to this extent.

I passed the Tapyeong Palace and arrived at the Young Bong Palace.

It looks normal, but there was a sophisticated institution at the entrance to the Imperial Palace. No one will have access unless the guardians of the Imperial Palace release the institution.

Youngbae Jeongbae was the current Jinn and was one of the elders of the volcano. The guardians of the palace were the first and second disciples to be taught by the mission truthful.

Jong-gyeong, one of the disciples, recognized the wall.

“You're still here today. ”

“Death penalty.”

“Are you going to enter the Young Bong Palace? ”

“Yes!”

“You're getting dizzy, too. Go in.”

“Thank you.”

Damho bowed his head and greeted him and went into the Imperial Palace. Then Jong-gyeong released the institution himself.

Inside the Youngbok Palace, there was a bookstore with books. There were various kinds of books with volcanic waves in them, as well as regular magazines.

It was a barren palace everywhere, but there was no problem reading books because there was a subtle light somewhere.

I looked through the books with my finger stuck in the bookshelf. It is a palace that gathers all the Volcano Libraries, but the amount is less than I thought. This is because many of them were lost decades ago after undergoing major catastrophes.

In the meantime, I've been here countless times. Because of this, I was able to close my eyes and see where the book was placed.

Jaw!

I caught an old booklet on the finger of Damho. Damho did not hesitate, but took out the book and listened.

Cordyceps.

That's what was written in the old book.

Coral water was one of the most basic handicrafts of volcanoes, along with the right of veto and the right of amphibian. Because of this, it was mainly passed on to the soothsayers. The first disciple, Damho, was not a skillless man to learn. Nevertheless, Damho couldn't take his eyes off the book with the scarlet on it.

The foliage was largely composed of three herbivores.

Cordyceps.

non-leafy.

Follicular tube.

Unlike the majestic herbaceous names, they were simple and efficient herbaceous.

Damho held his gaze on the book and followed the herbs of the scarlet water with his hands without holding the book.

Shhh!

A series of stabbing, fuzzy, stubborn, and pulling movements followed without rest. The air of the Imperial Palace was blown by the movement of the dam.

Damho freely spread the red leaf even between narrow stands. After opening his meals from start to finish, Damho looked back at the book and fell into his mind.

‘The scarlet must be quick. However, it has the disadvantage that it has little weight and is not able to exert its proper power until it reaches a certain level. ’

Of course, if you climb to the edge of the Dead Sea, you will have more power than a hammer. Some of the former volcano masters said that they cut two large rocks out of dead leaves.

But now it's all past. Now, the disciples of the volcano only think of the scarlet water as a passing study and do not learn it deeply.

I would not have been obsessed with the scarlet water if only my legs were intact. Coral water was one of the few volcanic waves that did not need to be trained separately.

It was at least optimal for a damsel who could not master the proper methods or methods.

I stubbornly dig through the herbs and pottery that are already imprinted on my head. Even in the darkness, his eyes sparkle.

At least this much pure eyes. His eyes were full of poison when he first came to the volcano. Even the elders of the volcano clan, whether poison or poison, shook their heads.

Five years have passed, and in the meantime the wall has aged. And the eyes also calmed down like never before. So people thought that the wall was very networked.

But it was their illusion. Damho was never net. I've only been patient enough to hide my own eyes.

Damho felt a potential beast in his interior.

A ferocious, cruel beast was breathing with him. The beast only waited for the day when the dam would bring it out.

Damho suppresses the beast that exists inside him and takes out another book.

The right of recourse.

It was a handball played by a group of whistleblowers who were now learning nothing at the Tapyeong Palace stadium. One of the fundamental defenses of the volcanic wave, herbivores were as simple and powerful as dead water.

This time, Dam Ho held a book in one hand and gave a blessing with the other hand.

Puebuck!

The air burst into the fist without loading the inner ball.

It was a quick, concise, heavy-handed fist.

One of the martial arts with the volcanoes started was the right to take care of it. Even when a very distant old volcano settled here, there was a right of restoration, and it shared history with the volcano.

Over time, however, there were countless scholarships with the power to outsmart the right of restoration.

In the end, the right of restoration, like the scarlet leaf, was passed down as a fundamental skill for the expeditionaries or the masters of the volcano. Everyone thought of the right to protection only as a stepping stone to another ascension. Even the volcanic elders.

But Damho dug up the right to restraint. As his accomplishments deepened, he felt one question.

It's not a good way to learn the right to control. ’

The laparoscopic cardio was a basic cardio that was learned along with the leaf tree, the custodial rights, and the hemispheric rights. It was only after the expeditionary disciples had mastered the quickheartedness that they were able to enter the protection rights and so on.

The lapse of time was certainly a great endocardial method. It was quite stable, but it was not too much to accept another method of ascension.

Because of this, underachieving pupils or introductory texts were suitable for learning, but were not compatible with the right of restoration or the right of dying.

‘Why the hell? ’

Everyone cooked the leisure-time cardio like a natural order and then learned the leafy water and the right to protection. But Damho wondered.

The question I began to have a long time ago grew like a snowflake over time.

Damho forgot his time and fell in love with the right to a restoration.

Numerous doubts were filling his head, but his hands were sharp as he was exercising the right of veto.

The time of Damho was flowing like that.