Volcanic Spirit

Several times he recited nine letters engraved on the wall.

'I will jump over it like the ideas of the Divine Spirit in the Song of the Apocalypse.'

I read it, I read it again.

Now let's get things sorted out first.

"You were there when the Divine Spirit gave you enlightenment."

Funnily enough, this was all that was certain.

Lee Hwon held a funeral with his forehead on.

"Is it one of the six? Or is he a survivor of his own painting?"

Looking at the remains of the skull, the gates of the old school were not the same.

It may be a five-point, but instinctively I felt it wasn't. They wouldn't have trained in Mt. Ota for safe gatekeepers and Sega.

"Ha! Then it gets more complicated."

The weight was probably on the side of the survivors of the Qi Chil.

Looking back, most of the information Lee Hwon knows is expertise. The story is not directly experienced, but is told through a manga lover. But, of course, I didn't check all the information, and I took it as a truth.

It would have been wrong from here.

I recalled the conversation with the manga lover from the beginning.

As he said, six people listened together, but each said they had different ideas. Then the memory of the day when I met Shinma would be different.

"Then who are you?"

Lee Hwon stared at the skull with his legs crossed.

The old and rotten clothes are black. There are headscarves, but no masks. He wouldn't have been the one who kept his identity hidden. Except for that, we found no relics to identify the skull.

"Ah!"

Yi Hwon thought for a moment and knelt down.

It was a lioness who delivered the perforated helix, but the skull was made. I wanted to keep the least courtesy. I didn't regard him as a teacher, so I bowed three times.

“······.”

Yi Hwon narrowed his forehead during his final bow.

The floor was carved with crescent-shaped patterns on each of the stones. However, there was a crescent-shaped handle, not a pattern, on the Cheongseok in front of his eyes. It has been a place where dust and dirt have accumulated for many years and cannot be found unless you look closely.

"Haha, this is too old-fashioned."

A secret place you can't see without bowing.

When the author's storytellers discuss the hero's story, it is a process that the main character always goes through. One was a place that could never be found. There is no way he would bow to a man he does not even know who he is serving Taesangno-gun.

Lee Hwon raised his lip at the unexpected discovery.

The moment I carefully pulled the hook, a narrow space appeared under the blue stone. And there was a little fortification in it, overcoming the traces of time. The lid of the complement inscribed with Palhwangjibo was opened.

"Dead?"

Bamboo splinters made of bamboo strips were mainly used in organizations that had to store information for many years, such as government departments and blinds.

Lalalalak

Yi Hwon carefully opened the bamboo shed.

Many letters remained, except for the parts that were weathering and difficult to identify.

'As heir to the emperor, he visited the midfield, ·.'.'.'·.'.''

The skeleton called itself the Palhuang Muzhongzon the other hand, it called itself the "Extreme Presence."

Mukeukzon is the master of Palhwang, meaning "fresh." It would have been natural for him to want to compete with the martial arts of the midfield. However, he had to take a bumpy road from the start. It was good to have secretly crossed the fortress in northern Sanseo, but the Hangsanpa and the Ilbaek Government Complex in Otaesan were long gone.

'Hangsanpa died a hundred years ago, and the Ilbaek Government Complex would have been just a gathering of middlemen.'

The situation of Kang Ho seemed to be dark because he had lived in a foreign country. Most of the contents of the bamboo shed were covered with self-praise, and were dotted with hopes of being worshipped as the first man in the world soon after kneeling down all the defenses of Kang Ho. At the end of my life, I wanted to publish the Eight Yellow Pages to make my name known to the world.

Lee Hwon dropped his lips.

"That's why you used the bamboozle. This man is not normal either."

However, the last story of Jukgan was significant.

He said he would go on a sightseeing trip to the southern part of Sanseo Province, which is unimaginable except for birds. Isn't Sammunhyeop the only scenic spot in the southern part of Sanseo Province?

"No way."

Lee Hwon lamented.

The story of Jukgan, which is equivalent to a diary, shows the situation between the two countries.

"Ha, you went to see the Sammunhyeop and met Shinma? And I didn't think I could win, so I watched it secretly, and I realized that I was here to train?"

Now I could see why the name of the Eight Yellow Monks was not known in the Gangho Lake. He went to temples and scenic spots to close down the hall because he wanted to conquer the midfield.

"Who's going to believe this?"

Lee Hwon couldn't help laughing.

He knows the power of a perforated helix best. It was a military achievement that made the lame feet, which were not great and were the site of Palseong Fortress, go all over the world. The non-polar zone would have been greater than the self before the return. However, the building was closed to the death without any name being known, let alone by its will.

Half laugh, half sad.

Lee Hwon, with a smile coming out of his lips, grinned and examined the secretion of a perforated hemophilia. Not a word was different from the pre-regression memory. Just in case, I tore off the scaffold and checked the space between the covers.

Nothing.

Yi Hwon put a nasal discharge between his palms and swung his veins.

Fluttering!

The pulverized blood-wheels rose like flames, turning the scaffold into ashes. Now only Lee Hwon has a perforated helix in the Gangho. Then we searched the secret room thoroughly. A master of the eight emperors would have something. Meanwhile, he held the boxes containing the diary in both hands and shook them.

Unlike the grand name of Palhuangjibo, it was an ordinary box.

"Ah! This is the end of checking the paycheck at best."

The original goal is to check the existence of non-paid workers. It was such a shame to go back to this situation when I found my dead teacher.

"Hey!"

Lee Hwon smacked his lips and threw the box.

I'm going to have a drink or something with all my regrets.

As soon as I turned around, I had to squint my eyes.

The problem was a piece of metal with the edge of a half-broken box.

"Was it that long?"

The box was crushed to powder.

At that moment, there was an article that I had never heard of or heard of.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The lumps of metal wrapped around the left and right sides of the box were rolled up and down as soon as they fell off. By all appearances, the shape of the bracelet was clear.

Lee Hwon held up a bracelet that looked like a snake.

I pulled it with both hands, but didn't budge. However, the moment you operate a perforated hematocarp, you will feel as if it is a soft taffy. One in each hand, and the moment the blood stopped, it was pulled back tight again.

"Ha, that's amazing."

Just by looking at the robber, it was enough to play the role of Tugap.

Lee Hwon teased around with his bracelet on. There is no sense of incompatibility even if the fist is extended or the internal strength is operated. The corners of his mouth rose as if he were clinging like his own skin.

"Thanks for your help."

I said hello with all my heart.

And once again, I looked at the skull, or the nine letters left by the Mugeuk Zone. Perhaps because I learned about him, I felt very different from before.

Shinma left six men after killing all her pursuers.

They were not as menacing as the horseshoe among the elders of the Gupao family. In a word, he left only the easy-going people behind to convey his realization as if he were mocking them.

One was different in the non-polar zone.

He claimed to be the Eight Emperors, and dreamed of being in the Middle East. Such a man could not have simply been swayed by Shinma. I'm sure Shinma has made you look a step up.

"So what I've mastered is a new perforated hematode?"

Lee Hwon exclaimed.

The perforated hematocyst will achieve just by breathing, and the greatness will also be achieved naturally. However, I wondered what the non-polar zone was trying to overcome.

'There's only one way to check.'

If I check the Eugene of everyone who was there that day, I think it will be revealed.

There was someone I needed to meet for that.

Now, we should discuss Mudo, not Munchuga and Jude.

"I don't know when he died, so I don't think I can hold a memorial service every year. I'll raise a drink whenever I think of it. I hope you will overcome Yeomra in the next world and lead a life of hell."

Lee Hwon destroyed the secret room itself.

As the secret room collapsed, the reporting collapsed, and soon the entire King Inwangjeon, which lost its balance, began to lean.

Qua Qua Qua Qua Qua Kung!

"What kind of harmony is this?"

"Is it the enemy's surprise?"

Yi Hwon escaped from the royal palace to escape the wild warriors of the Sanseo branch.

Go Cheon-rak was delighted to see Lee Hwon's residence.

"Brother!"

"Have you already moved it?"

"Of course."

"You didn't throw away a few?"

Lee Hwon's playful words sent Gocheon-rak into a fit of rage.

"No way!"

It doesn't matter if you throw away a few things.

Don't you just need enough money to drink anyway? Of course, it depends on who drinks it. From now on, it was not significant because it was intended to leave the supply of alcohol to Go Cheon-rak.

"I'm going to the volcano."

Go Cheon-rak poked his lips with his forehead closed.

"Are you pushing again?"

"No, I'm really going."

Yi Hwon entered his quarters after disheveling his hair. Then, after taking off the top, I raised the corners of my mouth. On the surface of the shaman's robe, he wrote, "Go Cheon-rak is an idiot and cannot be stolen."

Hana Go Cheon-rak was not aware of it.

It was the same as before the return.

He was illiterate, and recognized letters like pictures.

'That's why you have to find the Duke of Hongcheon.

However, I couldn't hide a little regret.

If it were Gocheon-rak today, it would have looked at the unknowns of the astronomers even for a moment. There's no way a thief wouldn't check the stolen goods. It was full of unreadable letters, so it would have been handed over to the independents without hesitation.

"Well, eventually you'll have to drink a cup of tea at Mt. Mudang."

The next day, Lee Hwon visited Jong Cho-hong and said goodbye.

"I'm going to be back in a couple of days."

"I'll see you next time I get a chance. Whether I go to the shaman or you come to the volcano."

Jong Cho-hong cracked his wrist with a smile.

"Wasn't that a drink at the hot spring in Yeosan?"

Lee Hwon said with his mouth raised.

"That's good too."

"Haha, I'm done with the big deal, so I'm sure you can leave a little bit of course. I'll send someone before I leave."

"Yes."

Go Cheon-rak looked only at his head without saying a word.

It still seemed that the order between the two had not been sorted out.

As if to show off his drinking capacity, Jong Cho-hong also touched the liver. Then, he made a provocation, pointing to the high heaven and the low heaven and the corners of his mouth.

"Hung!"

Lee Hwon turned around and spoke as if he had thought of it belatedly.

"Oh! What the hell was that cotton swagger?"

Jong Cho-hong's various facial expressions hardened for a moment.

"I'm Eugene, left by an adult from the main school."

"Yes, I'm glad it worked."

At Lee Hwon's words, Jong Cho-hong bowed down and took the oath.

"It's all thanks to you. The shaman won't forget this, and she'll give it a try."

"Prepare yourself a good drink."

"Take a look."

Jong Cho-hong was polite until Yi Hwon disappeared.

Lee Hwon, on the other hand, narrowed his forehead from the moment he left Jong Cho-hong's residence.

'Nobody else knows about Shinma except for herdsmen. But too many people know about shamans.'

Then, there is no guarantee that the other four survivors also kept their promises. Or the possibility that Soma was behind one of the other four survivors could not be denied.

Go Cheon-rak raised the corners of his mouth skillfully handling the horse.

"Do you know how to ride a horse, brother.

Before his return, he couldn't use one leg, so he rode a horse to death.

Yi Hwon turned southwest and recited.

"Let's go home."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun