Volcanic Spirit

Even high-gold firsts cannot stop time.

No, maybe we can stop.

It is absurd to see a legend, but sometimes it has been mentioned.

Lee Hwon also cast a vote to the side that he can stop.

He said that it would be possible for someone to stop because he/she crossed the time first. Hana There is no one at Nakan Peak who is great enough to stop time. Therefore, time passed steadily, regardless of age or sex.

Lee Hwon and Manga didn't mind the passage of time.

'Please get a lot of enlightenment and hit the wall.'

The manga valued the wall of growth.

Until now, the fighters of the volcano have learned to come down. There's no reason to hit the wall or reach the limit because we've already left only certain and safe things behind.

Because it is not possible to promise the next.

But now that you've seen it, you'll be hungry for growth, and you'll be frustrated because you hit a wall. The manga wanted to wait for that time. He raised the corners of his mouth when he saw Lee Hwon sipping his liquor across the street.

'If you send him down and show him the way, everything will go smoothly.’

Lee Hwon coughed in vain as he received the glare of a manga lover. As we drank together every day, we could see what we were thinking just by looking into our eyes. It was clear that he was trying to pass the work of volcanic waves on to himself.

'That's not bad either.’

The eunuch of volcanic waves is the story of a apprentice.

However, the relationship has changed if you go down to the official residence of the commissioned officer.

'I think I'll feel better if I just beat it up.'

Only on that day will I be able to vent all my anger before returning to Korea.

But there is something to be done before that. The key is the gimunjin of Shandong Province. I'm sorry for Go Chun-rak, but Hong Chun-gi was only an incidental acquisition. Finding traces of bad news in the wall should have been a top priority.

'It's about time he came.

Lee Hwon looked at the entrance of Nakanbong Peak.

Go Cheon-rak went out to Kangho after the bloodbath and was chasing the traces of the phoenix. Jong Cho-hong is a great disciple of the shaman and highlights the non-presentation of the Moorim League. And though he formed a brotherhood through the connection of an ant cave, he was not completely trustworthy. Of course, he was going to become the next writer of the independents with the brilliant epithet of "The Order of the Phoenix."

In fact, I am worried about it.

Survivors of the epigram all lose their cause of death.

All the history that had been known throughout the ages had to choose between the bongmun or the Unsulmun. One and only independents may have fallen, but they have continued to enjoy life. This is because the secret pay of the astronomer spread to Gangho in advance due to the lack of cancer. Therefore, from the perspective of Cheonryongjeon, there must have been no reason to deal with the disfigured shamanists.

I hope so.

If that happens, the shaman will be a strong ally.

'One of the two ships is a traitor, ·····.''

The condensed milk could have been confirmed by visiting the independents in the future. So until then, I had to keep a proper distance from Wudang. Nevertheless, Gimunjin of Shandong Province was the reason why Gichohong was sent to visit the temple. If Jongchohong or Mudangpa are related to Cheonryongjeon, they will surely appear in Shandong Province.

'Whoever it is, it's going to kill them.

The moment Lee Hwon's eyes sparkled fiercely, a manga lover spoke to him.

"I understand the larvae, but do you even have them? What if you frown already when it's a little past the meal?”

"That's it!"

Misunderstanding is always welcome.

When the misunderstanding is resolved, wouldn't the sword always hold hands? Whar name is toxic in the nick of time protuberant Bob I was taken to, and sallangi the hip. He seemed to be very satisfied with the life of Nakanbong, unlike the texture and cleanliness of the equipment. It may have been different inside, but it is an inevitable choice if you don't want to rub it in the cold.

"Hehe, today I stir-fried sochae with pork oil. You're drinking white wine, so it'll go well with greasy food.”

The manga chummer laughed at the chopsticks.

"Huh, it tastes good. Good job. It's a food that calls for a drink."

Lee Hwon narrowed his forehead.

"What about the meat?"

“······.”

"I definitely smelled meat earlier."

So Yeon-myeong burst into tears at a moment's pleasure.

"Sorry, I burned it."

"Okay, there you go. Go. And don't harmonize when you talk, you're being coquettish in front of an orphaned plum. Shame on you."

So Yeon-myeong went back to the kitchen with a tearful face. The way he stumbles without shaking his hip, he must have been acting normally.

"I guess he likes you and wants to look good. It's not something to blame. And you can't cook either. Will you take responsibility if that kid throws himself from the cliff?"

"You're all old and you want to have a coalition? I know you're working on that kid's autopsy without me.

The manga-flavored man smacked his nose.

"You have to pay for your meal. I'm sorry I kidnapped you, but can you make it for free?"

"Don't just teach me how to play the Volcano."

"Click, don't worry. It's a test of the Jongnam faction. I can see it just by looking at it. Perhaps by fall that child will be much better than his own death penalty."

"Some might think it's my granddaughter."

"Is it because it's time to go? I'm hungry these days."

"I think you'll live longer than So-yeon-myung. Come to think of it, I needed something to do, ·····."."

Lee Hwon stared at the hall.

He was beating his nose in the cold, but when Lee Hwon looked at him, he made a mad move on his arm. The sight of dust rising like clouds and swirling over the cliff was simply spectacular.

"May I speak to him, too?"”

"Click, do as you please. But can he understand your strange exploits?"

"I'm doing it like a teacher."

The netherd waved his hands.

"It's done. Don't ruin the good guy, just leave him alone. You don't just teach anyone."

Lee Hwon said with a snort.

"There's more than ten of them in my hands."

"Huh? Where do you think you are?"

It was before the return.

Lee Hwon coughed and added words.

"That's how good I am.”

"Dude, you still don't like to lose."

"Then would you like to make a bet?”

The manga's eyes were wide open, expressing curiosity.

He has made many changes since he came to the brink of absolute enlightenment. Rather, it was interesting to do what the world couldn't do. That's what So-yeon's teaching job would look like.

"The first drink I buried. I can get it in the fall."

"Ooh!"

Lee Hwon said with his mouth raised.

"It's a drink for the two, and for the winner's teacher."

"Alone."

"Yes, the other person is watching from the other side to the end."

"Don't look away!"

Lee Hwon's eyes glistened, and the manga nagged its head.

And the two laughed as they lifted their glasses.

"Okay."

"Master."

So opened her mouth carefully, stepping into her quarters. The device, which has been obsessed with something, has not even budged.

"Master."

"Why? Busy. I have to memorize the verses related to the history of the twelve diseases and how to drink them today.”

So Yeon-myeong pouted her lips at the sight of the master who had turned haggard between Dalpo. Didn't Jongnam faction look like a giant tree supporting the sky? However, he studied hard as if he was about to pass the exam.

"My grandfather, that's the manga guy over there, told me I had a lot of problems with my soft palgum. So he fixed some movements and the flow of the grass. But can I just learn as it is?"

Chang Gi-gyeol only raised his head.

It was obvious that he studied without sleeping two o'clock a day because of his poor eyesight. Moreover, he must have been scolded yesterday for not handling alcohol properly, given that one side was black and blue.

"Really? Hmm."

No matter how much he turned his back on the world at Nakanbong Peak, he was the elder of the Jongnam faction. He replied after a series of serious consideration of the exploits of the private sector.

"Just do it. You'll be fine."

So Yeon-myeong was bright.

"Really?"

"Yes. They are not the gateways of the volcano, as I see them. And I don't think they belong to the conduit of the volcano. Maybe the origin, or the monsters, who have been hiding from the volcano for a long time. Although the penis is eccentric, the exploits are certain to be chastity. If you can take this opportunity to make friends with them and take them to Jongnamsan Mountain in the future, you'll make a great contribution to the history."

So Yeon-myeong responded to the grand aspirations of the device.

"I see!"

Although So Yeon-myeong was ignored by Yi Hwon, she was also treated with great beauty among the members of the Jongnam faction. The situation in which she was able to make a contribution to her and improve her military prowess was nothing short of a long-cherished desire.

"Yes! This master shouldn't have been fooling around with them without thinking!"

"I see!"

"Yes, then go. I'm busy."

So Yeon-myeong handed over what was in her arms with a much brighter expression than when she came in.

"Master, rub your eyes with this."

"This is..."

Chang Gi-gyeol accepted what So Yeon-myeong had handed over, and shed a long sigh. So Yeon-myeong smiled back and left, leaving a word behind.

"Today, we're going to be in a mood of running to the end of the week. If you're in a hurry, just study the Baekju side."

Chang Ki-gyeol nodded.

And after So Yeon-myeong left, she gently touched her eyelids with raw eggs and laughed.

"That's why you grow disciples."

One moment later, he turned pale.

"Ah! It's a bit chilly. Hey, General Chang. Bring me a quick drink. I'm gonna have to drink hot. Why do you make such a face?"

The device shut its eyes tightly.

It was clear that the young monster overheard a conversation between himself and So Yeon-myeong. He had no answer or no confidence to refute, so he turned to his quarters with his shoulders drooping.

Ha, what was the best temperature to drink instant rice wine?’

The crown was heavily intimidated and entered the plum grove.

Unlike the first time, he was in a state of utter dejection.

Therefore, Lee Hwon's call, which was scarier than a loser, made him feel uncomfortable.

"Explore the swordsmanship you've mastered.”

"What?"

"Open it up."

The purgatory blinked.

"Prosecution of the sect?"

"Then since you've come to the volcano, would you like to conduct a test of volcanic waves?"

Lee Hwon insisted on a coercive training method even before his return.

It was the best way to push the opponent to the limit to grow his or her opponent short and thick.

The official hesitated for a moment, but soon pulled out the sword.

This is because she knew that So Yeon-myeong was already learning from a manga lover and that she had been granted permission to make a decision on the device. However, I didn't know that Lee Hwon would teach him.

"Then I'll try."

Yi Hwon raised his lip to see the cheonggwan, which was a gentle swordsman.

'If it's like that, we'll do anything we ask. All right. It's smooth.'

However, when the demonstration of Cheongguan's inspection was over, he could not release his firm expression.

"You're the disciple of General Zhang."

Chengkuan did not find it strange that the master, the elder of the Jongnam faction, had become the General. What is normal at the top of Nakanbong Peak?

"Yes."

"But why such a thing?"

Lee Hwon clenched his fist.

The coffin backed away in surprise.

Hana Yi Hwon twisted once with her fists rolled up, and when he unfolded his palms, the blood vessels began to flutter. And when he poured out his tension, a hole was drilled in the rock, and he had left some room to dig to the bottom.

"Oh, my God. You're just doing it in case I steal your sword and learn it?”

said the officer, waving his hands.

"I wasn't in a position to train only the Southern School of Justice because I was originally a descendant."

"Oh! The house must be a bit crowded, huh?”

"Yes! The Hanzhong Restoration House in the southwest of the island province is my home."

Lee Hwon tilted his head.

The name "Korea-China House of Restoration" was not unfamiliar.

Apparently, he heard it before his return.

'That must have been a pretty famous radish.’

"Let's open up the family's inspection.”

"Yes."

The cheonggwan carried out the sword with a more relaxed expression.

Certainly not as good as the pro-Namist swordsmanship, but the proficiency was extraordinary. They radiated the sword, the sword flashed, and finally they poured out the sword.

Lalalalalalalala

After finishing the demonstration with a relaxed look, Cheong Kwan turned around.

But isn't Lee Hwon's expression as if he had seen a ghost?

"What's wrong?"

"You, if you go back, you have a real name, right?”

The officer nodded his head.

"Yes, but as a student of the elder, I decided to go to the government office because I had to be protected."

"What's your real name?"

Lee Hwon's question was answered lightly by Cheong Kwan.

"It's a lucky match."

"Blessing."

When Yi Hwon knew his name, he opened his eyes wide.

"How do I name myself?"

Hana Lee Hwon kicked her tongue, sweeping down her face with her hands.

'Oh! Damn, I've been wanting to hit you ever since I first saw you.’

He stared into the face of the officer, standing between his fingers.

The Korean-Chinese Restoration House's Poongryu Bi-gum Bokujeon

He was Lee Hwon's rival before his return.

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun