Volcanic Spirit

12, Meet a true teacher in life. (4)

I noticed it from the beginning when I talked about the top game.

When discussing the status of a warrior, it was a stage where one could take a peek into the inner circle if the climax. Before returning to Korea, Lee Hwon also showed off some of his abilities. In the first place, the perforated helix itself was a shortcut to the outside world. So an old man who is a former master of volcanoes may be vaguely aware of what no one else can see.

Papapot!

Lee Hwon's slowly rotating bloodline swung fiercely.

We can't just put Joo Won-kyung in front of us and put her down in doubt. As a result, the movements of the old man were several times faster, and the steps of the flamboyant old man caught my eye.

However, the limit of Ilsung's status was clear.

Lee Hwon lost his nerve for a moment, and missed his step. At that moment the old man snatched up his arm, and flew up and down the flat.

"That's a strange fellow."

As Yi Hwon expected, the old man only vaguely guessed there was something.

"Huh, I don't think it's the realization of infidelity, but I can't force it open. What a strange structure."

"There are all sorts of things in the world. Isn't it the same with Joo Won-kyung?"

The old man snorted.

"Yes, it was the capital, not your exploits. The young man is no one else, and he talks to me about leadership?"

"Where's the booze in the booze. If it's good to drink, it's over. Alcohol is alcohol. If you drink the alcohol that's there for you to drink, you're done. Donna, wouldn't it be pathetic to give you an example?"

Yi Hwon was busy grumbling and capturing the panoramic view of Ju Won-gyeong's eyes. Every time I turned my head, the sound of breathing was rough, and my lips dried up. It was not so exciting to see the gisaengs of Soju or Hangju, the best entertainment district in the midfield.

The old man spoke in a solemn tone, satisfied with Lee Hwon's actions, but not unwitting his expression.

"I can see as much as I know." A man who only enjoys drinking, but doesn't know how to respect. I will engrave this body in your soul what a true lead is."

"You're talking about a drink."

"Huh! I thought you said the blue ice wine was yours. Then shouldn't you pay the price on your own instead of the one who's not enough? Here! Choose the drink you like the most among these."

Without having to worry, Lee chose Yeo Ah-hong, who is 20 years old. Yeo Ah-hong, who is called the best of Soheungju, had a hard time eating unless he was a master of the ancient art of art. Especially for Yeo Ah-hong, who has been around for decades.

"It's twenty-four years to be exact. Wait a minute."

Lee Hwon, who was about to pull out the stopper, blinked his eyes and watched the old man's behavior.

"What are you doing now?"

"Wait."

The old man checked the direction of the wind with saliva on his fingers. After grabbing the sleeve of clothes with hands, I opened my arms to see the intensity of the wind. He picked his fingers for a while, counted something, and moved his normal routine to the east.

"Sit down."

The old man sat Yi Hwon on a flat surface and headed for his quarters.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a scene inside.

"Ah."

Hundreds of clothes hung inside the larger quarters than I thought. In addition, coffins, headscarves, girders and pears, as well as the 18th and 50th weapons are arranged.

After a while the old man reappeared.

But he was a completely different person.

He was dressed in splendid clothes like the great master of gold and returned to his waist with a general sword. He sighed suddenly, looking eastward, and shed a long sigh.

"What are you doing?"

At Lee Hwon's question the old man said, kicking his tongue.

"Drinking should be done in an atmosphere. I'll teach you the true taste of alcohol."

Lee Hwon closed the gap between his eyebrows.

Alcohol is alcohol.

It's not a good atmosphere.

'Two drinks in the atmosphere.

What else could there be besides good and bad?

So even though the old man was dressed up, he could only laugh in vain. On the other hand, the old man continued to speak in a solemn tone as if teaching his disciples.

"When you drink, you must distinguish the heaven from the earth."

"I don't know. I'm not interested."

Lee Hwon glanced only at the girl in front of him.

The old man snorted as if he knew it would.

"Human beings should also look at the weather as part of the sky. You should prepare a drink when you are warm, cold, or sick. This is the cloth. In that sense, it was very nice of you to choose the drink. I would also drink Soheungju if it were today. But since you picked Yeo Ah-hong, a member of Soheungju, I'd like to compliment you on that."

The ground had been expected.

You have to consider the terrain, including mountains and seas. It follows the taste of water, which is the core of alcohol, so you have to be able to judge whether you are a proper drinker. The river and the Yellow River, which are the milestones of the Hanna Jungwon, are like muddy water. The reason why people started to use tea in the first place is because of the taste of water. So I wondered why this was ridiculous.

One old man was relaxed.

"That's exactly why I made Joo Won-kyung. Everything here is ready for the earth!"

Lee Hwon let the old man's self-praise slip in his ears.

At the last minute, Lee Hwon was forced to fight back.

"Man means alcohol, itself! What's the use of what time, what environment, if alcohol isn't good?"

"Of course. I would have been really disappointed if I had discussed heaven and earth without alcohol in the first place."

"Hmph! You still make fun of me. All right! Have a firsthand experience of what a true lead is like."

He closed his eyes softly with his hands on his waist at the end of the horse. Lee Hwon also decided to go with the sincerity of the old man a little.

'If you do something stupid, you'll just drink it.’

On the other hand, just because it is out of the truth does not mean that the sound is controlled. Therefore, the old soldier, who was suffering from the biting wind, only smiled at the old man, who was his private uncle.

'I can't understand the conversation between those two.'

For a while, I even wondered if my private life was crazy.

In the meantime, the old man pulled his voice together and shouted.

"I was blinded by public office and neglected my family, but I wasn't sorry. "If you pass the examination and give us gold and silver treasures in the future, won't all your troubles melt away?"

The long cry made me feel anxious.

"I returned home in gold after twenty-four years, but..."

The old man suddenly pulled out the general's sword while shouting lamentably.

It was when the sun had set, and his son-in-law was in darkness. Maybe that's why. A sigh flowed out of the temple as the faint moonlight ran through the sword.

"Hmm."

It was pretty cool.

Hana and Lee Hwon still remained on a wait-and-see stance.

"Ha, the girl who only cried is old enough to get married."

It was as expected.

It was called Soheungju, referring to traditional liquor in the Zhejiang Province. The longer one stays, the higher the price. Didn't you say Yeo Ah-hong is the best of them all? However, Yeo Ah-hong was famous for burying Soheungju in the ground when she was born and drinking it when she got married.

'It's no use imitating the author's story.’

How can Lee Hwon not know the atmosphere of a drinking party?

Hana, is it possible to create an atmosphere that drops off whenever a person drinks alcohol? So I preferred to drink comfortably rather than be clumsy and stylishly.

Sreung

However, the moment the old man swung the sword, the atmosphere changed.

There was no way to know what the sword was, but it was full of solemnity.

At the same time the wind blew from somewhere, and the clothes fluttered like they were going to rip.

"I have stabilized the whole world around the Dead Sea, but the eyes of the child looking at me are shaking like the walls of heaven."

The one-sided sword test has become as smooth as a willow tree. With him the wind died down as well. And whenever the sword tip of the old soldier shook, the plumbers danced. The sight of a hawk glistening dangerously white and red beneath it was truly desolate.

'Ah.'

Lee Hwon unknowingly exclaimed.

While staying at the volcano, I have never been interested in plum blossoms. But how can that flower make people so upset?

All kinds of herbivores poured out through the tip of the old man's sword. Coincidentally, however, the movement of herbivores and the flapping of clothes are harmonized with plum blossoms.

The sight was so beautiful.

"Whoo."

My heart is beating.

He was already assimilating, thinking of an official who had left the country, not an old man. The sorrow of an official, not an old man, was felt, and the awkwardness of a daughter who was not in the Maehwa's movement was conveyed.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

At that moment a knight arose.

Originally, a sword was used to carry the inner workings of a sword. Thus, unlike the old sword, there was a limit to the test that the strong sword could produce. However, as soon as the old man shook his sword, a loud black light rang out as if it were an old sword.

"It's possible to play with iron like a taffy!"

At the same time the old man gave a warning.

"And yet you come up to me first and offer me a drink. You're trying to reminisce about your old memories by giving out a drink that I've forgotten about."

Lee Hwon's eyes naturally touched Yeo Ah-hong.

And at that moment the stopper was torn off.

It is not too much for the bottle, and the use of delicate inner workings that can only be opened is outstanding. Hana Lee Hwon was not a warrior at this moment, but a fallen official. Therefore, I realized that something was rising in my heart as soon as I smelled the scent from Yeo Ah-hong.

Lalalalalalalalalalak!

The old man squeezed between the wind and mingled with the plum trees, and soon reached the point. Then he floated the bottle on the edge of the sword, and as soon as he swung it in reverse, the glass stood on the sword.

Chorororrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Drinks flowed out of Yeo Ah-hong's muzzle, spinning in the air, filling the glass. The moment the old man bounces the handle of the sword, the glass that was on the sword rises into the air. As soon as he swung the sword again and pushed the bottle, the muzzle passed in front of Lee Hwon.

Chorororrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Filling two glasses of wine, Yeo Ah-hong settled on the table without wavering.

In the meantime, the old man carried out a sword containing all kinds of emotions, and as soon as he finished, the glass that fell into the air naturally fell on the sword. As soon as he bounced the handle, the sword twirled.

The tip of the sword is as precarious as to reach the neck.

But it also felt like a father's determination to dedicate the rest of his life to someone.

The old man snatched the glass lightly and closed his eyes gently.

When the general's sword was thrown into the ground while circling the air, the two shouted simultaneously.

"Crazy Arcade!"

Even though the glass was empty, I couldn't take it out of my mouth easily.

Maehwahyang, which was handed down at this moment, was also the best food in all ages. The two enjoyed the afterglow for a while and put down their glasses. When the old man turned away as if he had exhausted all his strength, Lee Hwon bowed his head and expressed his sincere respect.

"How are you?"

"That was good."

The old man smiled unselfishly.

"Now you seem to have learned a little bit about Jiudo."

Lee Hwon exclaimed.

"Ha, it was great. The alcohol was different first. Actually, twenty-four-year-old Yeo Ah-hong is not a rare drink, is he? But is it because of Joo Won-kyung? The ground has been constant for decades, and the alcohol has grown evenly, so Yeo Ah-hong has been born, which is nowhere else in the world to be tasted. Maybe a hundred-year-old lemur won't make this taste. In addition, I couldn't help but express my gratitude for the atmosphere you created, as if I were dreaming."

"Click, I knew it.

"But."

The old man had a curious look on his face.

Lee Hwon said with one regret.

"It doesn't change the fact that we've created an atmosphere. I still miss the best I can feel in a natural, free-spirited situation."

The old man unexpectedly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Ho! I tried to give you a peek at the end of the initiative, and you're dreaming of a true leader? You're trying to rob me of all my money today."

Lee Hwon grinned.

"I'm being honest."

"Click, there's no more doubt. You must have been a drunk from the past. Anyway, your words meant unprocessed real feelings and moods."

"Yes."

The old man stroked the blue ice wine he had put aside.

"This is the only medium through which you and I can interact. Where would you like to try a masterpiece with this?"

Lee Hwon happily bowed his head.

"I didn't want it."

After a while, the old man embodied his thoughts on the cheongcheon ice wine, which he had thought and longed for. Dress changed, posture changed, facial expression changed. And Lee Hwon couldn't take his eyes off him from the time he began to do sword work, announcing that it was the Maehwa Sword of Volcanoes.

And by the time the sword dance was over.

Two bottles of blue ice wine were at the bottom.

The old man was drunk, drunk in the afterlife, drunk in the atmosphere, and showed satisfaction. When I saw Lee Hwon, I asked him, narrowing the gap between his eyes.

"Yes! When did your eyes turn so red?”

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun