Volcanic Spirit

40, Sandong Samhwa.

40, make an alias.

People often become lethargic.

When a grand goal becomes impossible, or when you lose the joy of life, you float like a man of waste.

For Yi Hwon, the biggest goal after his return is the death of Soma. Furthermore, the ultimate goal is to make Cheonnyongjeon Hall into ashes. If I had only thought about one thing, what would be different from before I returned?

"I have a drink."

A sip spread the aroma of alcohol in my mouth and made me feel drowsy.

The dimness of the clock seemed to be in the hands of the whole world.

"Also, is your brother with you?"

Go Cheon-rak, who was driving the cart, poked his lips.

"My friend's ass! This is a complete seed!"

Lee Hwon didn't care as always.

With wine and people, I will not waste my life chasing Cheonryongjeon. Therefore, the road to Shandong Province was not boring or impatient at all.

"Hahaha! I am Lee Hwon! I love liquor and plum blossoms, and I use the whole world as my home to buy the Heavenly Dragon War!"

Go Cheon-rak shook his head.

"Hoo-hoo, you don't even get drunk anymore. Brother! You'll die. Die!"

Lee Hwon was a drunk, but the horse moved slowly forward.

"Am I dying? Hahaha! I've been dead and it's okay!"

"Ah! Brother, please be quiet. It's a village soon."

Although he tried his best to dissuade him from drinking, he became stronger as he got drunk.

"He's the one who blocked all of Jungsama's joint work before I died! I'm Lee Hwon, a nightlife and a nightlife!"

"You're completely out of taste."

It is no exaggeration to say that merchants and signers live on money. They regarded the northern province of Muhan as the center of goods and logistics. The infinite land where the Janggang River passes by attracted goods from Gangnam and Gangbuk. Eight out of ten chose Hanam, not Hobukseong, to name the place where merchants wanted to enter the most.

Shaolin, the headquarters of the Middle School of Muhak.

the Moorim League, a collection of central political factions

It would quickly emerge as a national district if it were to make inroads into Hanam, where the two sites are located. If he could only hang the flag of Shaolin, he would end up thousands of miles away. The flag of the Mooriman could help the branches spread throughout the midfield.

"This ascension is important! Very important!"

Daepyeong Sangdanju regarded the move as a gamble.

The Great Plains, which are active in the northern part of the island province, is one of the top teenagers. However, the top 10 means there are ten even-handed people who are equal. That's why he wanted to be the leader of the top teens through this promotion.

"If we can open up a deal with the Regimental Inquiry, which is the inner circle of Shaolin, the military and the country near Jangseong should recognize us. Then the merchants will come under our shade. That's why I'm giving the front wheel sword a lot of money."

The middle-aged man, called the front wheel sword, nodded as he stroked his greased beard.

"Don't worry. Won Young had a good relationship with the joint inspection seven years ago. I'm sure he'll be pleased to accept the item that Sang-ju has prepared by Sang-ju.

The original version of the front wheel sword was the master of the Wonyeong inspection, and boasted one of the five most powerful figures in the northern part of the island. The northern part of the country was sparsely populated by generals. One of them was a frog in a well. Hana Daepyeongdanju said, panting as if dealing with an absolute master.

"You don't have to worry about the promised paralysis."

The original edition did not lose its composure even when it talked about money.

"That's beyond later. You've entered Hanam, but don't let your guard down until you've finished your joint inspection and business. Do you understand?"

"Yes! I asked my men not to rush around, but to keep their seats."

"Hmm! We have to train soon, so let's have dinner together."

The Great Plains left after several nods. And where he left, there was a pocket of money that had lost its owner. The original edition coughed in vain after skillfully pocketing the pockets of money.

Then Su-ha of the Won Young Inspection came in and knelt down.

"Is everything all right?”

"Yes, but the Lord Small has gone to the base."

The original edition closed the gap between the eyebrows.

"When you're that age, you wander around, so keep an eye on it. If there's a problem, I'll take care of it. Do you understand?"

Su-ha bowed her head and hid her expression.

'Since coming out of the volcano, the evil has been speechless,.'·.'.'.'.'.''

Unlike Hana, he nodded and accepted.

"I will."

It was completely different when dealing with Daepyeong Sangdanju and with children. Hana took it for granted. It was evidence that the Wonyeong inspection itself was considered to be incomparable to the Great Plains.

As Su-ha was about to leave, Won-hwi rushed in with one leg limping in.

The original edition narrowed the gap as soon as it saw the reader, Won Won-hwi.

'It was a quality that could have been super-grossed!’

How could they have known that it would look like that in the annual bimu of volcanic waves? He greeted Won Won-hwi with a generous smile while hiding his innermost thoughts.

"I heard you went out for a drink. Why did you come already? Wasn't there any good kids? Or are you short of money?"

The cost whistle was similar to the past, but different.

The already pointed impression was as sharp as a sword. Moreover, she was haggard because she couldn't stop drinking, and her complexion glistened with grey. Then he said with a strange look on his face as if he was smiling and crying.

"Father! That bastard. He's in town."

The original edition tilted its head and asked back.

"What?"

Wen Wen-hui screamed as if she were screaming.

"He's the one who made my legs like this and humiliated me. Lee Hwon! He's in town!"

The face of the original plate hardened like a stone, and life began to circulate in the eyes.

"Is he really here? You said he disappeared when you left the House. But he's hundreds of miles away in Hanam?

Won Ji-hwi giggled as if he had faced his mortal enemy on a single-wood bridge.

"You were driving a wagon full of booze. He's been drinking since he escaped from the volcano. This is definitely a heaven-sent opportunity. God gave me a chance to tear him to pieces! Father, you're not gonna leave him alone, are you?”

The original edition called Suha back.

"What about the sword?"

"Waiting at the guest house."

"Tell the Lord of the Swords to gather all the gatekeepers. No! I'll go myself. Gather them all together! I will release Ga-hwi's resentment today!"

After a while, Daepyeong Sangdanju was speechless when he saw the stampede of the original edition and other gatekeepers.

"Oh, no, where are you going? I told you to stay quiet!"

The original version raised its internal strength and stared at the upper stock.

"It's not a matter of steel. Get out of here!"

Sang-ju knelt down while looking at the carts full of sheaths.

"Oh! I knew the rumors were bad, but I didn't know they were so obstinate."

"You're saying it's that good here, right?"

asked Lee Hwon, smacking his lips.

Go Cheon-rak snorted and nodded.

Every time Lee Hwon spoke, the smell of alcohol vibrated, making it hard for him to cover himself with friendship.

"According to the esophagus, this place has been dormant for over twenty years. They say it's because of the vegetable broth."

"My brother gave me a really big present.”

In the food court given by Roh, the food that went through the taste buds of countless people was fairly valued. Therefore, it took twenty days to get to Hanam via Seomseoseong. I've been looking for places that are delicious without skipping a single bite, but I don't feel like I' There were still a hundred and fifty thousand nyang left in the temple, which was stolen from the report of the King Inwangjeon. No matter how much Lee Hwon, he can drink wine until he dies.

"Oh! You can't bring alcohol here."

I gave a silver letter to Jum So-yi, who hates it.

He was willing to eat and fall.

"Eat as much as you like and go!"

Yi Hwon pulled out the cap from the bottle when he was out.

I didn't just go to good restaurants during the trip. If there was a place where I made alcohol, I would stop by and taste it and buy it. Therefore, the cart outside the cup was still full of liquor jars.

"Oh! This soup is amazing. I feel like I'm really!"

Lee Hwon's exclamation made Ko Cheon-rak laugh in vain.

"You're going to drink again anyway."

"Of course."

The glass was filled with wine.

Just looking at the clear liquor rolling, my heart was pounding, and it seemed that autumn was just around the corner.

Go Cheon-rak breathed a breath as he looked at Lee Hwon, who smiled as if he had met Jeong-in. And like the saying that the market is a side dish, he tried to take a bite of the noodles. He stopped using chopsticks and handed over a word.

"It's suddenly quiet outside. People are gathering."

Lee Hwon smiled and said,

"You really have good ears."

"Because it's a big road!"

"Not yet. Just a thief."

Go Cheon-rak snorted.

"Hung! You're not a hobby, you're just a drunk."

"What about a hobby, and what about a drunk? I'd love to be tangled up and down like a volcano's vines."

"You think anything you say is okay if you just bring me a drink?”

Lee Hwon changed the subject by pouring alcohol into his mouth.

"What are they so careful about?"

"Well, are we rumored to have a lot of money?”

The question did not last long.

Quaqam!

Someone slammed into the door of the cup.

Starting with him, a dozen fighters took their places. At the same time, there were those who showed up through the window.

"We're closed! Everybody out!"

Those who filled the interior of the cup escaped like low tide.

Lee Hwon shouted, looking at the back of the fugitive owner.

"No, I need another bowl!"

Then came a rundown full of solitude.

"Yee! Hwon!"

Lee Hwon turned his head.

There is a man who turns his eyes on and glares at this side.

"What are you doing here?"

How can anyone not recognize the cost?

Before returning to Korea, whenever I think about the past, I sometimes tear down the cost whistle in my imagination.

"I'm here to hit your ass! How vexed I was when I couldn't see you after that day. I'm going to tear you apart today and feed you dog!”

Lee Hwon blinked.

The cost of seeing it again in a year has become even worse.

That's the end of course.

When he made a sour face, the front wheel sword's original edition came out.

"Are you Lee Hwon?"

"Who are you?"

The swordsman, who is in charge of the strike group at the Wonyeong inspection, made a loud noise and pulled out the sword.

"How dare a low-born bastard treat the Lord of the Woryeong Inquiry? Do you really want to die without leaving a will?"

Lee Hwon smiled in vain.

He was also a man to serve the acting president of the Jongnam faction.

However, how could they care about the surrounding area of Jangseong? And I was more concerned about the words and actions of the original edition and the sword owner than Won-hwi was.

"Hey! Isn't this a little weird?”

Gocheon-rak asked, wrapping half the remaining bowls of noodles.

"What?"

"No, it's not Shaolin, it's not Moorimian. Are they allowed to do this to me? Didn't my name spread to Hanam?"

When Lee Hwon grumbled, Go Cheon-rak raised his lip.

"No, you've been hiding like a thief every time, and you want me to know that? During the ant cave, we hid our traces because of shamans, and Hwachonggung Palace and Jongnamsan Mountain are just between us. Most people don't even know each other on the island. Do you want Hanam to know?”

So is he.

To conquer an ant cave; to stop the blood of a volcano.

Didn't they deal with the lost marriages of Hwachung Palace, and even the half of the Jongnam faction?

"Oh! I should have found someone else to spread the word."

"You should have opened the door or put the door open. I wouldn't have been treated because no one knew my face."

Go Cheon-rak grew tall while eating noodles, not to what was so funny.

Yi Hwon let out a sound of his voice.

"Okay! I'm going to start spreading rumors right from today! Good clothes, good wagon, let's only drink good liquor. And you hit some bad guys, and you help the good ones."

If you're having fun, you'll have to live comfortably.

Gangho is the natural comfort of a well-known, rich, and strong man.

"Then wouldn't it be a star sign and a face that would be so be known?"

Go Cheon-rak rose from his seat after emptying his thin face.

"That would be fine. So clothes and carriages are my cup of tea."

Lee Hwon nodded and threw the chopsticks he was holding.

Punch!

Standing by the window, the two gatekeepers knelt without knowing what was what. Then he grabbed the chopsticks stuck in his knee and let out a scream. In the meantime, Go Cheon-rak disappeared through the window.

The original edition was speechless with its eyes wide open.

The master of the sword looked at the original edition, poking his lips at Yi Hwon's body. On the contrary, only Won Ji-hwi, who has no talent to see, hurries his father with abusive language.

profit and loss

Lee Hwon got up pushing the chair from which he was sitting on.

At that moment, the gatekeepers of Won Young-gum stepped back without even realizing it.

"Come on! Then I'll show you how great I am from now on. Ah! Wen Wen Hui, you are the last.”

As soon as Lee Hwon smiled brightly, a gust of wind rose in the guest cup.

Lee Hwon was the only one standing on both legs in the guest cup at the moment when the strong wind, which sucked all the blood and scream, shook a couple of times.

Go Cheon-rak did not ask the fate of the original edition or the original version.

He seemed anxious to show off his clothes and carriages.

Yi Hwon wore a robe handed to him by Go Cheon-rak, and raised the corners of his mouth to his liking. The white robe with no blemishes embroidered with red and white plum blossoms running from the back to the side. And the four horses were also white horses boasting pure blood. The carriage was even more dazzling.

"Hey! This is, ·····"

Go Chun-rak scratched his head awkwardly as Lee Hwon blurted the end of his words.

"I put a plum print on the outside of the carriage. Because you like volcanoes and plum blossoms. Was it a little too much?"

Lee Hwon clenched his fist.

Soon an exasperated remark came out.

"It's the best."

Go Cheon-rak smiled brightly as if excited by Lee Hwon's reaction.

"I knew I would! By the way! I'm thinking of starting a rumor on the opening or Hao Gate. As we estimate the northern part of Hanam Province and Shandong Province, 2,000 nyang of silver will definitely spread rumors about Munpa. Do you have any nicknames in mind?”

Lee Hwon nodded.

"I was originally thinking of doing a hobby or a job."

He continued by stroking the plum print on the outside of the carriage.

"Maehwagunja, let's do this!"

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun