Volcanic Spirit

14, this life will be different. (2)

Lee Hwon made fun of his steps, avoiding the nagging of his old soldiers. The appearance of jumping down Nakanbong was like a mountain sheep. However, Lee Hwon had to stop walking in front of Janggongjando Island for a while.

an iron stake studded at considerable distance

If you step on that, it's Nogun-dong.

'This place reminds me of the time I passed with my brother.'

Yi Hwon hesitated for a moment.

He was recalling the sight of the old soldier and the past. It took only a few moments to run, stepping on forty-eight iron piles. The scene, combined with the biting wind, passed through the meadow, flashed through my mind like a picture.

It was cool.

Before his return, Lee Hwon was stronger than Roh, but he couldn't fly like that. Because he was lame, he couldn't even begin the game. Only at best did I get a prosthetic and learn it. It was safe to say that there was no regret over the law, as it made Soma careless.

One is different from the other.

If you had repaired your legs before returning to Korea, you would have been happy if you had drunk alcohol in the mountains and learned how to do it.

Maybe that's why.

The old soldier's new skills were ceaseless.

Yi Hwon breathed out for a long time and then ran toward the iron stake.

As soon as he left the land, the biting wind rushed from all sides as if seeking prey. Yi Hwon lost his balance under the guise of the old soldier. Eventually, he tried to strike a balance using the prosthetic that surprised Soma. The faltering body was fixed for a moment, and without shaking, it fell on the next iron stake. The name of the Bodhisattva, which makes the biting wind of Nakan Peak a breeze, was Gurimbo. Before his return, he showed his power to resemble an earthquake.

One was not satisfactory.

"Chewing!"

Lee Hwon skipped the iron stake, kicking his tongue.

It was not as fancy as old soldiers, but it was only a level of stability.

However, the desire for a brilliant neologism did not fade away.

'It's not easy to imitate a crotch.

I took a breath after arriving in Nogun-dong. Unlike before, weeds and dust were scattered everywhere as the old army was at Nakanbong Peak. After clearing the area, we finally arrived at our destination, Changryongnyeong.

솨아아아아

It was better than the Long March, but a fierce wind came from all sides. And in winter, it was slippery because of snow, but now the stones are slippery because of rain.

So it was good.

This is a bad condition for training.

Yi Hwon slowly walked through Changryongnyeong, recalling his old memories.

Before his return, he trained his military exploits to survive. The number of soldiers who learned so much reached 20, and including the recommended law, there would be over thirty. However, having a large number of servants was not always good. The martial arts and the martial arts were mixed up, and they were often injured as they collided. The old soldier and the manga-chug praised Lee Hwon's various skills, but they almost died dozens of times before reaching that level.

But this life is different.

This time, I'm going to pick out the best ones and learn them. They targeted past Palseong Fortress, the old castle, and even Daesung.

'The sword will be good at night.'

Yi Hwon put his back down and took out the sword.

My eyes were reddening while I stopped breathing for a moment.

After passing through the three provinces, he reached the five provinces, but as soon as he spread his blood ties to the extreme, his bloodline was revealed. If it is more than six provinces, it will be possible to hide and reveal it at will.

"Whoo."

Breathed out for a long time.

And as soon as he was out of breath, Lee Hwon's new model was scattered and embroidered the front. In terms of the glitzy nature of the eight-gum-gum, the eight-gum-gum-gum-gum is a type of Hwangum, which is comparable to the sword of a volcano. Lee Hwon was the first one to take out when he was drunk before returning to Korea.

Lalalalalalalalalak

It flashed with a flurry of screening.

However, as the speed got faster, only the shadows began to shake like night. If the brilliance is the night-night sword, the iron blooddo is simply a method of killing a man. There will not be many men who will win a blow in both hands after swinging their blood vessels to the limit.

So I trained all my military exploits.

Yi Hwon learned various martial arts in Changryongnyeong every day since the date of his descent was set. And today we have selected the best fighters.

a hematopoietic window

a three-cho-narak number

the right to break the ice ()

a place of remarriage ((

If you cook this much, you will be able to compete against the elders of the old school. Above all, even if the super-high master was the opponent, he could not win and was not afraid.

"Ha, it's really raining."

Lee Hwon checked the weather only after calming his blood vessels.

It reached the depression of Hanseo, but it could not stop the rain from getting wet. All I had to do was regret it, recalling the old man's words, "Take an umbrella with me."

So I headed for Nogun-dong.

Then I raised my finger and wrote down my name one by one on the empty wall.

As soon as he opened his marriage, a rock was dug up like tofu and his writing was made.

It's a murder register.

There is no change in facial expression throughout trying to write down a dozen or so names of a dozen or so people. However, at the end of the name, the eyes naturally drew the opposite fate. And the blood that had fallen asleep for a while woke up again and burned like a fireball.

"Soma."

A smart guy, a good-natured guy, a bad-natured one.

Come to think of it, we were together on the agenda, but we knew almost nothing. Maybe he's been premeditated since he first approached himself.

'It was funny to make me public, but I didn't know that the Jungsama would attack together.'

There must be something Lee Hwon doesn't know.

gulp

I emptied a whole bottle of liquor.

Then he swept the kill list with his palm.

It's all gone.

"I'll kill you first, and I'll look for your back."

Lee Hwon stared at the wall until Soma's face faded. And by the time the manga-chug and the old army filled the place, they headed to Nakanbong Peak.

*

the eve of the autumn harvest

Lee Hwon, who was involved, had been drinking with the elderly since early in the morning. However, Roh was busy taking care of this and that as if his grown-up child was going to see a large fruit. The leftover side dishes run from side to side to eat the falling plum blossoms.

It was like a normal family routine.

"I'll go under the mountain for a moment."

"Oh! What else are you going to buy?"

The old soldier said with a straight face.

"You think I'm going because of you? I just have business to see!"

"That pile over there is a pack. I'm going to leave everything behind. I won't force you to drink today, so just rest."

Despite Lee Hwon's dissuasion, the old soldier snorted.

"You bastard! You can't make fun of the Gang-ho! You might get off the mountain in a good spirit and come back in a day."

"My stuff, you're right to prepare."

"Hung! Bad manners. I'll give you a word."

The old army disappeared below Nakanbong Peak, spreading out to Gyeonggong.

Lee Hwon headed for the drinking warehouse of the manga.

Those who have to say goodbye today, as if they were waiting for a house. After a long time of contemplation, a manga lover entered.

"I have a story to tell. Come with me."

The manga chug headed to the other side of Nakanbong, leaving only the words. Beyond the Maehwa Forest, Lee Hwon was not allowed to enter the area. Eventually, he could not overcome his curiosity and began to cross the plum grove.

"Teacher! Have you got your drink?"

Lee Hwon and Lao-tzu on the path he has a great view.

As soon as I reached the top of Nakan Peak, I could see the view of the volcano at a glance when I turned my head. On the other hand, the opposite view, which can be seen only after passing through the plum forest, seemed suffocating as soon as they faced each other. All green floodwaters spread out to the end of the field of view. But someone must have liked such a scene. Someone carved a rock at the edge of the cliff and made a stone table.

Yi Hwon drooled over the bottle next to the stone table.

"It's a big rice wine."

Daegokju is a kind of clear white rice wine that was easy to find from the author. Therefore, it was not a precious drink to drink ahead of Kang Ho's departure. Among them, Daegokju was famous for having a good throat and no hangover. There would have been no more alcohol than this to pull myself together.

Yi Hwon alternated with the flood and alcohol.

"The story is about your teacher."

The colt narrowed its wrinkled eyes.

"Do you see it?"

"Eyes are the windows of the mind, and alcohol is the direction of the mind. Just looking at the atmosphere and alcohol here, I can feel your feelings."

Lee Hwon's broad smile made the manga gobble up.

"That sounds like the truth to you, too. Stop whining and sit down."

Next to the stone table was a space for picking out the ground and putting in the buttocks. As soon as they sat together, they naturally captured the flood damage, not the other person's vision. Isn't it made to sit side by side and drink alcohol?

"Isn't it scary?"

There's nothing to be afraid of with alcohol.

One time, he hid his true feelings and answered them in a normal manner.

"It's all right."

"I was scared."

Lee Hwon saved his breath.

He was a manga lover with a veteran who spent most of his time together after his return. If you had a family, you would have had so much fun as if you had a family. That's why I could see how much trouble the manga had to make this place.

"The main faction, ······"

He was always cursing and blaming volcanoes.

That's why a word "bonpa" came heavy.

"It was prosperous. It wasn't the best in the world, but it was always on the three fingers. The national convention is in modern times, and it has never declined as it is now, even though it may be shaken for a while as it conveys its vision to future generations. Even when the war broke out, it wasn't this bad."

Yi Hwon poured in the wine, and the manga-chug slowly rolled the wine into his mouth. After mumbling as if brushing teeth, he handed over the drink with sighs, only after that.

"A long time ago, there were so many executions above me."

Even before the return, the volcano had declined, and the horses were in an unprecedented tension. Come to think of it, however, it is not known why the volcano collapsed.

"A man appeared. Even though it is a political world, it has been unrivaled by its own standards. He did not distinguish between the enemy and the horse. I just killed, saved, whatever I wanted. I called him Shinmara."

Lee Hwon let out a silent exclamation.

Jeong Pain valued cause and honor, and despised Samahoredo. Therefore, it was often given a disgraceful nickname to Murim Gongjeok. However, calling the enemy Shinma means that it was strong, impressive, and overwhelming.

"And so did the Magistrates."

How many monsters have been recognized by both sides of the Chungma? Now Murim blindness and witchcraft had to choose. As time goes by, the existing system of strong arcs collapses. As a result, the horses joined forces for the first time and attacked the monster.

"It was the Triad."

The manga chaser drank another glass. But I wasn't as relaxed as I was at the beginning. It was as if he was forcibly bringing up old memories that he didn't want to recall.

Lee Hwon recalled the Sammunhyeop.

He also traveled to and from the Tri-Moon Association before his return.

The waterways of the Sammun Gorge, a stream of water in the south of Sanseo Province, were entangled like cobwebs, and were like spires of thousands of cliffs. It was also a place where he was held captive as a slave and then fled to hide. Most of all, it was the place where he was given a perforated blood wheelbarrow by an old man.

'Don't tell me?

asked Lee Hwon carefully.

"Maybe he has eyes, ······.""

The manga-flavored man gave a bitter smile.

"Sinma was normal, unlike you. To the point where he can't remember his face if he passes by without knowing it. Moderate height, proper build, moderate impression, ····. Everything was okay. Thus, as soon as he used the geographical features of the Sammun Association, he became aware of the Moorimism and the Magistrate. It's not locked up, it's trapped. He slaughtered the horses' masters day and night. They played us with unrecorded, unseen exploits."

"The volcano has not retreated."

The manga-flavored man held a bottle of liquor at all at once.

"My death sentence died to him a long time ago. We bet everything on the other side of the fence when it comes to interests. As a result, many people died, and many gave up. But we stayed. There are also the fighters of the political factions who share our will. And I finally put him on the brink of death."

Lee Hwon drooped.

As I listened to the story, the monster called Shinma or Muhsin seemed to be dead. That meant the volcano had won. But why does a manga lover leave everything behind and hide in Nakanbong Peak?

"He ran like a mad. Hana was sure to die soon. But we realized it when he collapsed after he put out his last energy."

"What?"

The manga's breath is rough.

"There are six people left. Each of them was the weakest in Gupao."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun