Volcanic Spirit

23, it wasn't six!

The weather of the temple was always stormy, regardless of the outside. His eyes were squinted by the gale, and he looked beyond the temple for a long time amid the scattering of hair.

The cold wind brushed his cheeks coldly.

Lee Hwon put the bottle to his mouth like a habit.

As soon as I handed over a sip of alcohol that was hovering in my mouth, the forehead wriggled.

"It's cold."

He has already reached the point of silence.

Therefore, it was not something to say in "The Great Song," as if it were the North Sea, where heavy snow falls and cold wind blows. In the end, he revealed the true meaning behind a word in action.

"It's warm liquor when it's cold."

Lee Hwon whistled and approached the table where the hemlock had settled. Meanwhile, he picked up the body of a stumbling ostrich and threw it over the cliff. What makes you dizzy is how you have to clean up. It was like the least courtesy to drink pleasantly.

I made a fire.

I'm trying to warm up my drink.

But the desolation of the song did not allow the fire to burn. In the midst of the gale, the bonfire only scattered the embers, forcing them to give up.

Lee Hwon raised the corners of his mouth, wrapping a bottle of liquor.

"Yes, let's have a drink full of romance after a long time."

The method he chose was Samaejinhwa.

It was a temple that spread the heat by maximizing the energy of the body's inner workings. Even before returning to Korea, when they became masters, they heated up their drinks and celebrated themselves. It was clear that heating up alcohol in a trident would be a dream for all masters.

Lee Hwon ate up his appetite in hopes of success.

"Be it. Be it. Do it!"

In order to carry out the Samaejinhwa, the delicate operation of the flag is essential, as well as a clean history. Finally, there would have to be a test to pick out the energy of yin and yang.

The first condition has already been predetermined.

The flesh itself, the blood vessels, made the delicate operation of the flag possible.

The second condition had also been resolved in an ant cave.

Made of public oil, the power of this shell was pure and innocent.

The problem was the third.

심법법법

The confused diary that Talma stole before returning to Korea was famous for its stable technique. It is not certain whether stable screening will allow the act of forcibly breaking the harmony of yin and yang.

"Come on! The monk is drinking, too. I know you drink it all without realizing it. So let's go!"

As soon as the blood vessels were exposed to the outside world, the red energy was shaken, and the hot energy was delivered to the bottle. If we inject more here, there will be sparks. One failed the moment the bottle was broken or the alcohol heated up. Therefore, the operation of the flag was carried out with extreme caution and delicacy.

Not so hard when killing Soma.

Sweat beads formed on Lee Hwon's forehead.

And finally smiled.

Unlike until now, the mouth of the liquor bottle was steaming and rich in scent.

"It's done."

Lee Hwon rushed to the cliff and sat down.

Once again the cold wind brushed his cheeks coldly, warm liquor filled his mouth. Soon after, the child alternately shook his legs that had gone out of the cliff as if they were splashing water.

The scent of my mouth alone seemed to melt my whole body.

a gulp

When I heated up my drink, I felt good about my throat.

If you heat up the alcohol with a non-word, the change in sourness is small, but the sweetness and savoriness have increased. In particular, Noju, which Lee Hwon was trying to drink, was a kind of Hwangju that could add flavor to the drink.

"I'm afraid it's not instant labor, but it's also a mood that needs to be emptied!"

The instant rice wine, which I drank with a manga last time, is also a top-notch variety in the Nohju family. The desolate atmosphere of Hana's song gave a warm atmosphere just by playing.

"Ha! That's great."

Lee Hwon savored the sweet spreading liquor at the tip of his tongue and recited the poem of Baekgeui.

"He burns maple leaves in the woods to heat up the wine, and he sweeps the blue moss on the stones to make poems."

Pregnant Nanjia Sohongyeop ()

Stone statue ritual Soroktae

This is a passage from Yusari Yusari, written by a white geese called Chum-eum-saeng of the time.

Someone will discuss the beauty of autumn leaves, or try to convey the affection. Lee Baek or Baekgeo, the spiritual teacher of Lee Hwon, were thinking about drinking on autumn leaves.

Isn't it wonderful?

"Yes! Let me write a poem, too."

Yi Hwon stood in front of the cliff, reeling.

After thinking for a long time, he opened up his wedding paper and carved four letters on the rock. That alone brought excitement to life, and the words left by Soma were erased from the memory as far away as they were caught up in the frenzy. If sadness comes, you can drink alcohol with sadness as a snack.

The safety of Kang Ho?

"That's what Gupaoga and Moorim are doing."

I think we can do what we each like.

The political faction seeks Kang Ho, and Yi Hwon drinks.

"Someday, ·····"

Lee Hwon looked up at the stars in the dark night sky.

Lee Baek, who died trying to catch the moon reflected in the lake.

Mr. Baekgeo, the drunk who heats up alcohol by burning autumn leaves.

Is that all?

Wang Hui-ji, Do Yeon-myeong, and Du Bo did more.

Perhaps they started to say that they are humiliated because of alcohol.

Hana Yi Hwon raised her glass and recited it.

"To be remembered like you."

I drank one cup, thinking of Junsu Leebaek, and another one in memory of Baekgeo, the drunk teacher. He emptied his liquor bottle all night long in memory of a number of other alcoholic beverages.

*

Lee Hwon returned to Eo Yong-hyeop.

There was a swarm of fighters from the forest-blind Sanseo branch. They should have been the enemy's surprise, or the protection of the independents. However, the work was already done, and they were separated, so they seemed to be homeless at all at all.

"Uh! You."

All the fighters on standby in the Eoyonghyeop belonged to the Sanseo Branch. One of them, dressed in a colorful robe, exclaimed Lee Hwon as if he were intimidated.

"What's all this fuss about you? Where did you actually go after calling someone? Is it true that independents have already crossed the river?"

Lee Hwon opened his eyes thinly.

I had been drinking until dawn and had barely opened my eyes. But when someone shouted like thunder, my head sounded like it was ringing. Even now, if the blood vessels were operated, they would be able to get rid of the poison for a moment and blow away the drunkenness. But I didn't.

It's not a courtesy to the drink we spent the last night together.

"Who is it?"

"It's Tak Bal-hyun, the lord of the Sanseo branch!"

Lee Hwon said with a breath.

"Hey, Tak. Looks like you've got a glow on your face, except when you're meeting the independents. Fortunately, things have been settled well, and we have nothing to do, so let's go back to breakfast."

Tak Bal-hyun shouted with blushing face.

"You! Are you degrading the Moorimists?"

Lee Hwon lightly stamped his foot without a reply.

Boom!

With him in the center, the space in the three chapters rang, and the grains of sand soared into the air.

larynx du du du du du du

Tak Bal-hyun was unable to speak in an article that only a super-high master would show. A cool word came as the grains of sand were finding their place.

"Didn't you hear what the Witaikyo did? Are you in the same boat when you see you're this late?"

Tak couldn't speak.

He had also heard Lee Hwon grabbing and shaking the collar of the precarious bridge. If the non-starter of the Murim League is treated like that, wouldn't it be strange to hit him?

Yi Hwon walked towards Tak Bal-hyeon, and breathed out one breath at each step.

Ha! Is the alcohol spoiled? Why is Hwang-ju so strong?'

Tak Bal-hyun, on the other hand, gave Lee Hwon a path as he approached with a frown. Just by looking at his face as if he was carrying all the world's troubles, it was clear that he should not be touched.

"Well, I'm glad things worked out. Hm! Then everyone eats breakfast and returns home!"

At the cry of the great lord, the men made a fire and boiled water without any sign of it. He put a lot of ground grain powder, and a few pieces of dried meat on the grass roots were also chopped them into small pieces of meat were also put in.

Yi Hwon went to the smelling side, took his seat, and sat down. Haejang was essential for health. Fortunately, one of the crew members looked at the owner and said with a grin.

"Good work, he should have been in a lot of trouble because he hasn's been on the move in a long time."

"It's possible to hit him with a bowl of porridge."

"Well, it's up to you, but you'll let it go. I'm a relative of the branch manager anyway, so I can't hold out on my own, and I'll be separated. Just eat."

Lee Hwon grinned and accepted the bowl of porridge given by the crew. As soon as I took a bite, lava seemed to stir my body. As soon as the warm energy filled my stomach, a drowsy sigh came out as if I had been in a dry spell. Isn't it a pleasure to enjoy the gap between drunk and sobering drinks?

"Ah! That's great."

It feels like a day has begun without being swayed by a small horse.

Lee Hwon happily pulled out the stopper of the bottle.

"Let's have a drink."

*

When Yi Hwon returned, the ant cave had been somewhat cleared up. As the search for fighters and beggars dispatched from Sanseo-seong and the opening of the fortress was over, it was rare for them to come and go.

"Brother!"

In one day, the half-baked Jong Cho-hong welcomed Yi Hwon.

"What's wrong with your face?"

"It's a matter of privacy. There's no way I can sleep. Based on the information given by my brother and Baek, I am searching through Sanseo Castle like this. But it's already scattered and there's no way to find it. I think it's a mucous tissue, or it's bigger than I expected."

"That's possible."

Jong Cho-hong tilted his head as Lee Hwon reacted with a sour look.

A day ago, he grabbed the collar of the Missionary Society's precarious church and went to save the independents. However, it was strange to see him treating others as if he were not aware of what had happened.

"Oh! There's an old monster called the hemlock. So I killed him."

At Lee Hwon's words, Jong Cho-hong opened his eyes wide.

There is a rumor that if a hematocyst decides to join forces, he can handle the super-high cilantro. Rumors may be exaggerated, but that can't be a pushover.

"Brother! That's great."

"Keep that in mind. I'll leave the rest to the Moorimans now, so work hard. Ah! What happened to Chen Rak?"

"I told him, and he left without looking back."

"Okay. Good job. See you later."

Yi Hwon ran into an unexpected figure while leaving Jong Cho-hong's residence.

"헙!"

The Missionary Society's precariousness failed to speak.

Only a day ago, he was grabbed by the collar and knocked his head down until his head broke. However, the government should not punish the enemy for its surprise attack on the independents, but rather seek their sins.

'You shouldn't report to the top, ·.'.'··.'

Fortunately, Lee Hwon frowned at the annoyance, shook his hand and passed the precarious bridge. Isn't there something more urgent than an old man whose name is vague now? The reason why I visited an ant cave is to drink one, eat one, and kill one. It was time to get one now that you drank public hearing oil and killed King Yin.

'I wish I had. It's annoying without it.'

I caught a passerby after I came out as the author.

"Sorry, where is Yongjungsa?"

"The sergeant has been closed for a long time. flax, ·····."."

Lee Hwon headed for Mt. Otae.

When I reached the place where the passerby had taught me, I saw a waste temple covered with weeds and vines. After checking out the signboard that read Yongjungsa Temple, he walked along Soro. A moment later a clear-sighted cliff appeared, leaning against the edge of the cliff, and looking downwards.

I could see the entrance to the cave covered in shrubs.

It was a cave on the middle of the cliff, so it was clear that it was a difficult place to find unless you knew it.

Yi Hwon grinned and went down the cliff.

"Brother!"

Gocheon-rak, who should have left for the volcano, welcomed Yi Hwon while sitting in front of the bonfire. Gocheonrak had already been given a secret word, and the meaning of Nogun-dong was to see the King In's report at a hidden place.

"How did it go?"

"Something."

Gocheon-rak was delighted at Lee Hwon's words.

He also thought it was his turn to discuss his military achievements if he had cleared up the case. As he stepped aside, he could see the inside of the cave at a glance.

"Hooh, that's quite a sheep."

Treasures and non-paid items were transferred from the King In's report.

It was seen. Only weight, like silver, was handed over to the Moorim League, and the slip was already shared with Gocheonrak.

Lee Hwon, however, looked at a bottle of alcohol at the entrance rather than at the treasure and emergency. The note on the jar said Haenghwachonju. It was hard to get it unless you made a reservation in advance or signed it.

"Did you steal it?"

"One day is enough. Since you like drinking, I thought you'd have to drink the wine from Haenghwachon since you're in Sanseo Province."

He seemed anxious to learn the right martial arts.

Lee Hwon raised his lip to the consideration of the cute Go Cheon-rak.

"You are my brother, too."

He took his place after bringing in dozens of non-paid books.

He carried out a book of books while savoring the scent of liquor as if he were brushing his teeth, carrying on the famous Sanseoseong Fortress.

'One-wheel check.'

It's not what I'm looking for.

He even laid out miscellaneous skills in absurdity. If it had been cooked hard for decades, it could have been the climax. If such a thing flows into a strong lake, there will be blood and wind.

That's why he threw the scaffold into a fire pit.

Fluttering!

The bonfire that swallowed the one-wheel inspection method burned hard.

"Brother! Why burn it?"

Go Cheon-rak raised his eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

Lee Hwon lightly jagged at the drunkard.

"Why? Warm up the booze."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun