Volcanic Spirit

45, There has never been such a break-up until now.

Taesan.

It was also called Daejong, meaning "Dongak" or "the site of a house of gods" because it was located in the east of Oak. Those who once founded the country regarded Taesan as the best in the world and held a ceremony at the top of the mountain.

Dongak, which is evaluated in Hana's book, was different.

Since the death of the Taesanpa faction a long time ago, it is the only famous mountain among the five evils that the Gangho Bangpa has not built. The collapse of the Taesan faction was so terrible that it avoided Taesan by considering feng shui principles.

In a word, it is a mountain without its owner.

It was the mountain music that took root where everyone had noticed. After the mountain band settled at the foot of the mountain, Taesan became theirs.

Naturally, the summit where the ceremony was held was also controlled.

At one time, Okhwangmyo Shrine, which enshrined the memorial tablet of Byeokhawon County, the daughter of the Taesan father, was even called the sacred place of Doga. It was impossible for even one forest ally to climb the tomb of the Jade Emperor.

It was a fog that spread like a wall.

"How long do I have to see this damn mist!"

He is a man who is furious at the mere mention.

On top of that, his bent eyes and his mouth painted with lines of lines, his voice was as resonant as a jade bead rolled around. It was a grotesque look that erased all emotions except laughter, and that only thought-provoking thoughts could be seen. Wearing blue hoods to shoes, the blue man breathed a breath, looking at the mist of the wall-roofed light that was blocked like an iron fortress.

bluish mist

At first glance, it was safe with nature's providence.

"I don't care, ."····"

The Chorro's mountaineer opened his mouth carefully.

"I don't think it's this way."

There was a glow of silence in the eyes of the petitioner.

He stretched out his hand and tried to strike at the top of the mountaintop.

Before reaching the top of Hana's head, she closed her eyes tightly and took a breath.

"Ha, now that there's only a few left, I can't even kill them.”

So far, more than a thousand people have been mobilized to clear the fog. The mountain area in front of me lived in Taesan for decades, so it was a precious place with no blockage even with its eyes closed. There was no guarantee that he would be better than a mountaineer even if he brought someone with him right away.

"I don't know who installed it, but this is the last step. If I pierce this, I will give you gold, silver, and treasure that three generations can live on. Do you understand?"

The mountaineer, who came back from his death, nodded instinctively.

The petitioner stepped back for a moment.

Then came a glance at the mist of the wall-roofed like a tent. Already, nearly a hundred people had been wandering around the fog to conduct research.

All those involved in the determination or the diagnosis, including mountaineers, herbalists, bachelor's degrees in new studies, and the cost of the bronchial tubes, have gathered all gathered. They are the ones who have gathered by brainwashing, buying with money, and kidnapping at night.

The ten-year-old truth is now the last.

If only one hole was made, the tomb of the Jade Emperor of Mukhawon, which had been erased from the world for decades, would appear.

'Who knew he would hang on for seven years at the end?’

The blue man chose his breath.

On the contrary, he would have existed because of the truth.

One of the six survivors of a masterpiece.

The goal was bad news in the wall from a mountain musician.

'The rapid growth of mountain music is probably due to the fact that the bad news brought about the enlightenment of the new horse. Otherwise, it is impossible for a musician to jump over Hwangbo Sega at once.’

And when the mountain musician became a member of the Five Generations, the truth grew in Taesan. Originally, the only simple truth to prevent foreign invasions was the incision that could not be penetrated at some point.

So even the sensory apostles gave up the bad news of the wall.

'I can only taste the sweetness of taking the difficult road.’

There were still five survivors in the Gangho, and it was easier to secure than bad news. However, the Cheongui Man has been chasing bad news from the wall for more than a decade. I thought it would be different from those who simply remember. It is not a concept, but a realization that has already been applied, so if secured, the highest position in Cheonnyongjeon Hall will not be a dream.

However, the good mood of the petitioner did not last long.

"We have a problem."

A breath flowed out of Su-ha's question.

It was worrisome that the statue would be broken due to anxiety.

"What else?"

"Militarist intervention."

"Suddenly?"

"The three armies of Cheonpung and the king of Dokrin, led by the army of the Geukyangdo, entered the Shandong branch. And he saw the sword. So I released my men outside, and a group of mutants are gathering at the entrance of Taesan."

The petitioner laughed in vain.

It will be the most angry smile he can make.

"Black, the convert is trying to destroy the ten-year-old tower. You can't be beaten like a white man or a soldier. Order me to reinforce the outside truth right now."

The righteous and other fighters had already broken through six truths. And not only did it break through, but it was also possible to operate it perfectly. It was the power of scholars who seemed to have moved Zhuge Liang as a whole.

But Su-ha's face was even more stiff.

"There's a bigger problem. Someone's already in the first place."

"What? You didn't report anything down there."

"It looks like we're halfway through the secret passage."

The petitioner gave a big laugh.

"Hahahahaha! Seeing the heavens bring down this ordeal, the truth will soon open the door! Isn't it?”

Unlike a clear smile, his voice is so cool.

Su-ha, who had been in step with Su-ha for many years, quickly recognized the intention of the petitioner.

"I want you to use your power right now to destroy the truth! I don't mind dying, just push it's okay? And those who have already failed, use the lower truths to the utmost! You shouldn't let a single one climb this far!"

The mist around the middle of the mountain became thicker, and soon the ears began to ring and ring to the nebula.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

a six-star monster

There was a good one, there was a bad one, and there was a troublesome one. There were good times, there were bad times. The only people who spent most of their lives together before the return were the six-star demons.

Those who did so appeared in one place.

So I cut it with a single knife.

"Get out of here!"

He had to do so instead of a fresh high heaven, and instead of a lively temple, he had a shiny colored horse with eyes. So was a sword and a horse, and even a cow was an old cow with a long beard, unlike white and black.

It's a fake.

It was nothing more than a reconstructed vision in memory.

So whenever the monsters appeared, Yi Hwon cut himself without hesitation. Then, a line of masters who fought before the return appeared. Not a single person you were close to. That's why I killed him without hesitation.

If I had a family, I might have hesitated.

Perhaps it was the truth for that.

"It's annoying."

Lee Hwon kicked his tongue.

Unaffected by the diagnosis, but breaking up was a separate matter.

We can't be tied up here forever.

He even boasted that the truth is no harm to Saekma and Talma. I felt so good after drinking in a few days.

"Large! I've made a new herbivore!"

I cut off the black horse that came running with curiosity.

He vented his anger, saying, "How can you swing a sword at him?" I burst out laughing at the sight of it made me laugh. The relationship between the two was a good one.

"Oh! Do you have a manga too?"

Lee Hwon's murmur caused a severe fog, and a manga lover appeared. The shape of swinging a wooden sword while drinking was the same as seen at Nakanbong Peak.

He rushed in with a facelift.

The winds and swords were scattered in hundreds, and the rivers were lowered ceaselessly like lightning.

One was weak.

Didn't Lee Hwon experience numerous pitfalls and truths even before his return? However, they did not gain extensive knowledge of the institution or the truth.

I only learned one thing.

The key to the illusion created by the truth is the transformation of memory.

In a word, it was a fictional being created by the memory, inclination, or state of mind of the subject. Nothing that you never experienced or knew appears. In other words, digging into the weak side of a person is the key to the truth.

So for Lee Hwon, the truth didn't matter in two ways.

The first is a perforated helix.

Hasn't he already acquired a sense of equanimity that is second to none?

The second is Lee Hwon's tendency.

He's never had anyone above him. He ran away without looking back if he thought it was ambiguous, so he was unable to rise.

In the end, the strength of the manga-chug in the truth is meaningless.

In other words, Lee Hwon's assessment is a level of welcome.

"Oops! I'll cut you in half because it's disgusting!"

Only half of the sword wrapped around the blood was cut off, and it completely struck the neck of the rattlesnake.

"Uh!"

Lee Hwon looked down at his hand, even though the head of a manga fell on the ground was pouring all kinds of curses.

"Please be quiet."

How long has the sword been around?

He entered the truth empty-handed.

However, the sword that he carried only at Nakanbong existed in his right hand. Looking back on the memory, I think I remembered the appearance of Nakanbong when a manga lover appeared. And he probably muttered, 'I'll deal with the sword, too!'

"Ah,·,·,·"

Lee Hwon smiled and sat down.

All kinds of gruesome sounds were heard everywhere, and even though the ear pierced the skin nonstop, the mouth was full of smiles.

"Let me see."

He recited with his eyes half closed.

"Yook Tae-hwa Seobongju."

When he was staying at the volcano's training center, he stole the liquor of the old comrade. This led to the knowledge of the old army and the manga-chug, and to associate with the volcano.

And like a lie, the bottle was caught in the hand.

Although I've only seen a perforated bottle of liquor, this is a complete bottle of liquor bottle. As soon as the cap was pulled out, a familiar aroma flowed out, and a smile was built as if it had come to the heavenly world.

"Kha!"

How sad it was to drink alcohol mixed with the stream. And how happy I was when I found and drank the whole liquor, though it was broken. The memory of the day unfolded before me as soon as I drank Yook Tae-cheonhwa Seobongju.

"Crazy! Good."

The poem of Do Yeon-myeong flashes through my mind.

Yi Hwon tilted a bottle of liquor and recited a poem, and the offensive of the miscellaneous spirits who were running around him boosted the atmosphere like a dance.

"Cancel what I said was fake! This should be real!"

How many bottles of alcohol did he drink?

Myeongju, which had been drinking both before and after the return, was recalled and drank. Even if I drank alcohol, it must have been a memory left in my head. It was embodied in front of my eyes, so I felt like I was really getting drunk.

Before returning to Korea, Lee Hwon shouted, recalling the alcohol he had left behind by Murim Maengju.

"There's a separate telescope!"

When Chuma sits down, that's where Joo Won-kyung is.

The feeling of intoxication rose limitlessly, and whenever I breathed, I smelled alcohol.

But the mind was clearer, the eyes clearer the eyes.

Now that the achievement of the perforated hemophilia has reached Palseong Fortress, the more the blood vessels turn around, the more equanimity they have in common with a sense of calm comparable to natural retardation. At that moment, the bottles, demons, and the six-star monsters in his hands began to disappear one by one.

"Ah! Wait!"

Lee Hwon tore it off with all his might before the Soma disappeared.

It was a vision, but seeing it scattered, I couldn't get rid of my smile. And finally, through a ridiculous way, the thick fog disappeared.

"That's too bad.

Talma and Saekma rushed into the foggy area late. And I was devastated to learn that the place that looked like a forest was a thousand road cliff.

"Brother, what happened?"

Lee Hwon smacked his tongue.

"I'd rather see the real Zhu Wen-kyong."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun