Volcanic Spirit

35, scream first.

Lee Hwon was also a man.

No matter how good the drink is, there is no reason to refuse a beautiful woman, even if she drinks with a friend who is well-connected. Of course, drinking with a beautiful woman was the best thing I could do.

'Was it possible? '·····.'.'.'

Before his return, he did not covet the color of womanhood, but he shared the affection with quite a few women. His character, who is not bound by strong military exploits, and his drunkenness without thinking about tomorrow, were enough to please certain kinds of women.

Then there was the woman he had affection for his mother.

It was a time when he was moderately matched with the mask before being appointed as the head of the Six Monks. She caught the eye while watching a non-music contest at Namgung Sega.

a white polishing artist

She used a spear as if scattering willow leaves.

Her spear bent with a bang at every herbivore, and she looked as if she were attracted by a spear. So, I ran her through the background check. She was born in Yeonjabang, one of Namgoong Sega's family members, and was the only woman in the ark.

'But there were too many competitors.’

Even the direct lineage of Namgoong Sega has been rumored to be eyeing it. Among the numerous competitors, it was the Pungryu Bigum Bokujeon from Hanjunga Bokga.

'The jingling bastard.'

Yi Hwon kicked his tongue at the coffin, which was constantly conducting the sword. The moment I recalled the past, I felt unbearable anger, and it meant an infinite reversal of training.

Back then, Baek Ye-yeh was trying to stay away from the company because she wanted to do nothing. Eventually, Lee Hwon gave up. There were too many easy-to-get women to give her all her strength. The same was true of others. Hana Bokujeon was tenacious enough to make others look ugly. At that time, people around Hwangsan saw the ugly side of Bokujeon or even made bets on when to give up.

'That's why I envy you more.

Did he say that there is no tree that can't be crossed by 10 shots?

You'd have shot it a hundred times.

In the end, rumors circulated that Baek Ye-yeh had opened her heart, and two people were seen walking along the lake. Lee Hwon grumbled, "As always, the affection between the two will end soon." You don't know how many days and days Talma made fun of Lee Hwon.

That's how the non-music competition, which was held at Namgung Sega, ended.

The next day, Baek Ye-ye was found murdered.

'But I couldn't hate it.’

Bokujeon disappeared after the recovery of Baek Ye-ye's body.

After a while, he was killed while he was on a tour of the world of Namgung. This was Lee Hwon's first love, a broken heart, and an annoying ending.

'Namgung Sega.'

Lee Hwon drooped, thinking of the Namgoong Sega he had seen and heard before his return.

The place is a Bokmajeon.

Although it boasts of the jeongak group spread throughout Hwangsan Mountain, it was mixed with many direct lines and systems. It was a place where all sorts of things happened to the extent that it was called a miniature version of the Gangho.

It was better not to get entangled if possible.

Lee Hwon smiled and murmured.

"But what's the connection to meet you here?"

The officer quickly finished the demonstration and asked.

"What did you say?”

He never loses his smile even when he is sweating like rain.

Perhaps because I was beaten by Lee Hwon every day, smiling became a habit. Maybe that's why. For some reason, he looked better than when he first saw him.

"What's the name of your sword law?"

"It's called Nanyeong Chilgum, our home appliance inspection. Scattered with black and white, aiming for the enemy's blanks."

The magistrate was speechless.

Lee Hwon picked up a branch and suddenly imitated Nanyeong Chilgum. It was even more flamboyant, faster, and crafty than the crown unfolded.

"It's a sword spread out of a volcanic wave's paraphernalia.”

The crown's eyes were as wide as a tear.

"Well, that can't be true.”

"Then do you mean I'm lying now?"

It's a lie.

It was just a mixture of the seven swords in Nanyeong and Muyeong, which were used by a manga lover. One of them is Lee Hwon, who has already reached the top of the list. There were a lot of people to trust even if they shook their hands and lied that they were herbivores.

On the other hand, Cheongguan was in a state of confusion and blazed with his eyes.

"It's done. It's not even going to teach the volcano's stuff anyway. Anyway, from now on, let's focus on Nanyeong Chilgum rather than Jongnam's sword. I think if you put all your energy into it, you'll be able to have a screen before fall."

At Lee Hwon's words, Cheng-kuan laughed, throwing away his wonderfully.

A master who unfolds his sword would have been stronger than the owners of the small and medium-sized defense groups. In other words, even the Korean-Chinese family members could not open their doors.

"You can be stronger than your father in one season?’

Cheonggwan did not feel the cold swirling through the plum grove. It was as if the spring breeze had entered the lightening, warm sun-swept Dowonkyeong.

"I will!"

"Of course you have to clean."

"I'll do my best after cleaning it up spotlessly."

Lee Hwon nodded.

'There's no carrot as good as this for a warrior.’

Then it was time to lift the whip.

He said, sticking out a branch.

"Wow."

"What?"

"Come on. You'll do your best."

"Now?"

The coffin hesitated.

The gap between power and power is infinite, and they cannot even think about it. If you don't control your strength a little, you might cross a river that you can't come back to.

Lee Hwon said with a smile.

"First! It's a must-win. If you think it's worse than you, hit it first."

Yap!

The officer stamped his foot with a scream.

Every flood of branches drew red lines all over the body, as if they had been whipped. Soon there was a scream, and the grotesque training of blood was endless.

Lee Hwon eventually sat down and slapped Chung-kwan, who constantly stroked the back of his thigh with his hands, with his foot.

Puck!

He continued his attack by chasing a flounder.

"Second! Being hit is also an ability. If you can't avoid it, don't enjoy it, check the trajectory to the end. You have to get a little less fit, a little less sick so you can promise the future!"

Lee Hwon continued to rush through the hall as if he were an evil man who had no mercy. Some blame him for failing to keep his promise, but it is a desperate measure to change his tendency.

'He can't think of anything else when he's hooked on one thing. So you clung to the backsozer, and you ate my drink without thinking.’

At least I wanted to teach them to maintain their sense and judgment under any circumstances.

"From now on, call me a master!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

"Then would you call me Master? You shouldn't have sinned in the annihilation of knights! If you don't mind being excommunicated from the Jongnam faction, you can call me Master."

The crown was in a state of bewilderment with tears.

How can the flow of the story proceed in a bizarre way even though we didn't expect a stir in the first place?

"I'll call you an offender."

"Yes. You've rested a lot, haven't you? Get up."

"Did I take a break?”

Yi Hwon scooped up a bowl of alcohol from the pot he had brought in advance. The earth shrieked as soon as he stomped his foot after a single gulp of alcohol. The leaves of the plum blossoms twirled all over the body.

"Do you want to be defeated by So-yeon?"

The story, which was seriously spewed out by the plum blossoms, contained an unknown power.

The officer shouted, shaking his head unconsciously.

"No!"

"Then get up."

"Yes! Master."

Then the Matthag began again.

Summer is gone.

A fairly cool breeze has come, and autumn has come for drinking.

"It's sunny today, but given the wind's little dust, I've prepared a clean aftertaste bag."

Chang Gi-gyeol, the elder of the Jongnam faction, wrapped a Gwangmokcheon Stream in one hand and carefully supported the bottle. When Lee Hwon and Mang-a-chug nodded, he grinned and skillfully began to pour the wine.

purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl

“감숙성 난주의 명물인 백후주는 옥문관을 나서는 상인들이 칼칼한 목을 상쾌하게 만들기 위한 필수품이었습니다. 난주에서 세 손가락 안에 드는 양조장에서 삼 년 전 사풍이 강할 때 담근 술입니다. 먼지는 위로, 물은 아래로. 그리고 더 깨끗하고, 맑은 것을 모아 백후주가 탄생했지요.”

이훤과 망아취자는 장치결의 설명을 들으며 술 잔을 기울였다. 그리고 동시에 탄성을 흘리며 코끝을 맴도는 주향을 음미했다.

“아! 좋은데.”

“크하, 이제는 장 총관에게 믿고 맡겨도 되겠어.”

장치결은 빙긋 웃으며 술병을 기울였다.

“한 잔 더 드시지요. 백후주는 세 잔 째부터 취기가 오르니 연달아 드시는 것이 좋습니다.”

However, he was strange at pouring alcohol.

It seemed like a long law, and it looked like a golden leaf. Maybe it's just a hand-over of the sword. Yi Hwon moved the glass along the mouth of the lost liquor bottle in the air.

"If I'd just moved a little more to the side, I should've taken off my butt.”

"Yes, if you move sideways and still shake your mouth, you'll lose your opponent's eye."

At the two men's words, Chang Gi-gyeol grinned.

This is how the flow of herbivores, which used to be difficult during the Chilsung lower-level sword method, was solved.

"I'm learning one thing from both of you today."

Chang Gi-gyeol exclaimed as if he had thought of it belatedly.

"Oh! The incense was flowing from the cork of Chuilju. I think we can open it now."

The two shone in their eyes.

"That's the day."

"That's the day."

The first drink to be released in the fall.

Chu Il-ju ( 약) is a combination of Cheonggwan and So Yeon-myeong's secret dance, in which the winner is to drink.

The device was also of great interest.

It was to learn martial arts, but it was not easy to learn alcohol that I had been away from all my life. Except for one thing, there's nothing worth doing on Nakanbong Peak. That's why he was looking forward to today's entertainment.

'I don't mind if either one of you wins.’

They are all his students anyway.

It made me feel good just to think about the skills of the two men who had improved.

As soon as Lee Hwon was about to call the government office, the idiot stopped him.

"Ah! Come to think of it, there was something I wanted to tell you about the volcanic wave.”

Then, they take out their books from their arms.

"What is this?"

"Give it to Zhang Wen of Guangnyeong Volcano.”

"Why do you give it to me?"

The charlatan used his personality.

"Then should I go? If I go and the Chennyongjeon finds out and pushes it up to Yeonhwabong, will you take responsibility?”

Hana Lee Hwon hesitated.

The timing was too exquisite.

"You look like you're using numbers, aren't you?

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ah! Who took out the iron core of the Long March? So why would I throw away that precious iron rod without even thinking about recycling it?"

While pouting his lips, Lee Hwon accepted a letter from a manga lover.

"I'm only going to deliver the book."

"Sure."

"Can't you do anything to the official residence or the minor?"

The manga took a leisurely sip of the white wine.

"Huh, where would I be?"

Lee Hwon said, glaring fiercely at the manga lover.

"I'll be right back."

Gi Gi Gi-gyeol secretly exclaimed at the sight of Yeonhwabong, which was visible over the clouds.

"If it's really possible for some, it's the ten-figure meritorious deeds of the world."

He also vowed that he would soon take a look at Muyeong Public Security, the season of the Jongnam faction.

At the same time, the summit of Yeonhwabong Peak was crowded with untimely guests.

"My priest is gone! But if the volcanic waves don't know, who knows?”

The elder of the sect shouted at twenty gatekeepers. The quiet palace was no longer noisy, but the leaders of the Volcanic Federation only hardened their facial expressions and failed to answer. It is no wonder that behind the elder was the head of the Mooriman Island West Branch and the fighters who were dispatched from Maeng.

"Ha, we didn't say we didn't know."

Seo Hwa-jong, the eldest writer of Gwangnyeong Volcano, could not hide his perplexed expression.

"Where are you making some ridiculous excuses? The Sanseo Branch's lords saw it. He said he saw the elder and two disciples climbing up the volcano. Branch manager, isn't that right?”

The branch manager of the Seomseo branch nodded his head, stroking his beard, which was only a few strands away.

"He said he saw it for sure. Now that this has happened on the volcano, we can't avoid being responsible for the volcanic eruption. Get them back before you can search for the volcano."

Seo Hwa-jong bit his lower lip while looking at the obstinate branch manager and the elder.

Then an unexpected word came in.

"Do you want to die?"

It was such a big deal that it caught the attention of hundreds of people at once.

The branch manager narrowed the space between his eyes as he looked at the entrance to the palace.

"No, that little guy."

One thing he couldn't finish.

Lee Hwon cut off the branch manager and shouted with a history.

"Ask if you want to die!"

At the same time, the earth seemed to fluctuate as soon as the blood was flowing and the foot was stamping his feet. The sound of the floor was transmitted to the trees, and the plum blossoms hanging from the trees were scattered as if they were Yi Hwon's blood.

"What's the answer?"

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun