Volcanic Spirit

46, get the ride, get the ball!

If the truth had been all-around, the best signs in the world would have been taken up by places like Zhuge Liang, Mosan Pa, or Shin Gong.

For Hana, the truth was nothing but a thorn in her side.

If you walk with a stick and push the vine, the road won't open. As the subject's power became stronger, the influence of the truth weakened. The strong martial arts are based on the harmony of mind and body, and they nourish the peace of mind.

The same was true of poison and memorization.

If you were a master of absolute intelligence, you would have no sense of poison, memorization, or truth.

Lee Hwon is not a master of the field.

It was possible to imitate Hana because of her fraudulent neoclassicity called perforated hemophilia. This is because the blood vessels harmonized the mind and body, and the fertilizer called equanimity was sprayed infinitely.

profit and loss

The cry of a ghost sticks in like an ear-splitting ear.

Lee Hwon shook his hand with a frown.

At that moment, the fog lifted off, revealing pieces of bamboo hanging in the air. An irregular hole was dug in the surface of the bamboo that had been dug inside. Every time the wind blew, a strange sound sounded through the bamboo.

"If you look at the truth, it's from there to there."

It naturally crossed my mind when I hid from Zhuge Liang's brewery before my return. Even though it was an ordinary brewery, it had all kinds of truths and institutions plastered.

Of course the alcohol was tasteless.

"Oops!"

Lee Hwon slipped off his foot.

As if not, I put saliva between the grasses the size of a finger. My tongue tingles when I taste it after pulling out my spit. It was probably a paralytic. Looking at the surrounding scenery and the conditions of the pitfalls, it seems that the person who enters the area is falling into a swampy welcome.

"It's crowded. I'd rather be there."

Lee Hwon recalled Joo Won-kyung in the truth.

The world was boundless when one thought of alcohol.

I missed you.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The moment he wielded the sword that he had taken from one of the rear guards, the harpoons that were inserted from left to right were shattered and scattered.

"Missing you. I wish you'd come back."

That's how I broke through the four truths.

Yi Hwon tilted his head after returning the blade.

"How long are you going to come after me?"

All he needs is bad language.

A dozen backbenchers were cumbersome.

But they smiled as servilely as they did at the banquet hall when they flattered Hwang Bo-tai-woong.

"Just watching the Divine Spirit of the Great Compromise is too much for me,."··."."."."."."

"I'm sure it would have been Samahoredo if he had laid out this truth!"

"And this, ·····.""

Lee Hwon shook his hand when he saw the pot of liquor carried by the latter.

"Five steps."

"What?"

"Don't stick any further. It looks like you'”

The postscripts widened the distance in equivocal positions.

Here, Yi Hwon's words were like a word of God.

"It's Talma."

"Why?"

Go Cheon-rak replied with a sour look.

He must have been angry because he didn't hear anything from him, as soon as he came up to Taesan, he would have learned a lot of martial arts.

Lee Hwon grabbed such a fellow and put him in front of the truth.

"Here it is."

Gocheon-rak was fed up with facing a small path in the dreary forest. One thing, he said, "If you pass by this place, you will be able to realize your military exploits."

"Can I go?"

"Oh, you can do it, even though you don't know anyone else.”

Lee Hwon encouraged high heaven and earth.

'You did it before I went back.

Before the return, Gocheon-rak climbed to the mountain when the Mooriman broke the truth. The seven truths were called the Byeokhaeryeong Chilchae Daejin. When the Moorimian broke the four truths, and broke the fifth, a huge cliff appeared before the uninhabited.

There was a red cheonggi-gong engraved there.

I followed him secretly until the fourth time.

But as soon as I saw the fifth one, I could feel it!

There's something to steal! This is mine!

That's how I got in.

And he bragged that he had found the Duke of Hongcheon before anyone else.

'I have not taught you a certain degree of military merit, and I have kept you at a similar level as you did, ······.'.'.'

Again this time, Gocheon-rak will be born brilliantly with a mask.

I had to.

One mistake is enough.

"Then I'll go first!"

He ran out with light steps as if he were going to play next door. and disappeared in a moment as if he had passed through a shroud of darkness.

"Wow! Something must have happened to Tal."

Aside from Ye Young-young's grudging criticism of her bizarre title, her posture was strange. I think she is acting like a sister and sister by the bad rumor that she used to see a cow and a chicken even in the Soryongdaeyeon.

"I think you're more viable than smart.”

At Lee Hwon's words, Ye Young-young smiled and greeted him.

"Thank you for the compliment."

I replied to you for thinking it was a compliment.

"You, too, five steps back."

"What? What do you mean, suddenly back off?”

"Yes. Get out."

As soon as Lee Hwon shook his hand coolly, the coffin cut in.

"By the way, brother, can I let the mask in like that?"

If Ye Young-young's viability was excellent, Gwanjari-rim had great affinity. At some point, he changed his title and started to exchange jokes with Go Cheon-rak.

Wasn't Gocheonrak reluctant to meet the bellflower at the ant cave?

Hana naturally became close to the temple as if the relationship before the return had continued. Above all, Guan Jalim naturally called himself "Samma" and Gocheonrak "Talma."

It was clear that he was out of his mind anyway.

"I don't know anyone else, but no! You can do that."

"You have a plan. As expected, you're amazing."

Don't expect so freely.

If they find a hot spring or a pond, they might rush to take a bath together.

"Let's take a rest for now."

At Lee Hwon's words, the rear jockeys groaned and scattered. They each carried their own large jars. Most of it was alcohol, and the food was piled up quite a bit.

All of them were collected from the enemy's food warehouse.

"Brother, would you like a drink?”

"Oh, yeah."

Saekma shouted at the rear guards.

"Give me the wine."

The postscripts were wary of each other.

The more you empty the jar first, the more comfortable you feel.

That's why the most powerful of the rest of them, the defense's rear base, stepped up.

"Wait!"

Saekma stopped the latter and tasted the alcohol first.

Lee Hwon was tongue-tied at the sight.

'Let's pretend we didn't see it.

A moment later, the Saekma smiled and handed over the bottle.

I was about to take a sip of alcohol when I heard the sound of a saekma.

"Do you have anyone from the New School or the other side of the border?"

A couple of the rear base players raised their hands.

"Good for you. Recite a poem for my brother to enjoy. I'd like to ask you to be a noun that used to like to drink."

Lee Hwon fixed his face.

'Look how quick you are.

You don't have to lift a finger because of the tongue in your mouth. I think this is what the emperor feels like with a rare ghost.

It was comfortable but uncomfortable.

Soon after, the voice of the back base continued, and the atmosphere further softened.

Yi Hwon kicked his tongue and began to drink.

In the meantime, Ye Young-young smiled and approached the temple.

"Thank you for helping me a little while ago when the Great Council tried to stay away from me."

Hana said, narrowing the middle of her forehead as if she had encountered something filthy.

"What does that mean? When did I do that?"

Lee Hwon laughed at the sight.

There was an increase in the number of people around, but there was a sense of sorry in one corner of my mind. I don't know anyone else, but I wanted to save him and make him happy.

One but not quite.

So this job is bound to succeed.

Even if you miss the converts of Cheonryongjeon.

Three days have passed.

There were no more poems to recite, and the dance that was performed with deja vu became awkward.

Lee Hwon put down his glass.

"I'm afraid not. I have to go in.”

"Brother! I believe in a little more hair loss. ··.".".".""

The sagacious horse dissuaded him.

Lee Hwon squinted his eyes and looked down at Saekma.

"Devil comes first, you bastard. So don't do it in moderation. This is the last time I've seen you as an old flame.”

No matter what anyone says, the relationship before the return comes first.

Even after the regression.

Saekma hurriedly apologized with her head down.

"I'm sorry."

"Follow me when the diagnosis is released."

Lee Hwon left the word and jumped into the truth.

솨아아아

A dreary wind welcomed the arrival of the truth.

He didn't care about the land with a single log bridge and bamboo spear upside down. A man stops once he sees a bridge between a stormy cliff. If you put the bamboo spear upside down, you'll get sick of it instinctively. But there was no shaking in the first place, so I could see the truth beyond the welcome.

'He said he didn't break the truth.’

Therefore, even though the structure of the truth could be seen clearly, he ran without breaking it. All the way through the truth, he was tongue-tied, thinking of a hair loss.

It is a high heaven and earth that has not even been properly mastered.

If it had not been for the rare technique of eulogy, it would have been no different from the author's conscience. However, such a man has broken down the truth that must be held for days even by the true masters of the forest.

Isn't that amazing?

Lee Hwon considered the real power of the mask to be something different than e-mailing.

It's instinct.

The desire to steal.

Go Cheon-rak's desire was a step above Lee Hwon's desire to drink.

At least Lee Hwon didn't steal alcohol at the risk of his life.

After all, he was bent on stealing all his emotions, except desire, and so was his composure in other senses.

He is never shaken when he has something to steal.

Lee Hwon thus broke through the truth without thinking of a bad ending. However, as he moved forward, the influence of the truth faded. It slowly dissipated as if it had done its job.

솨아아아아

The thick fog lifted for a moment.

The truth has been released.

Is it because of him?’

Soon a huge wall appeared before me.

There was a mask sitting in front of him.

"Brother! Are you here?”

He was better than I thought, and he looked happy.

"What about bravery?"

"I got it all."

Was it such an easy feat to obtain? It was almost impossible for Ko Cheon-rak, who had no knowledge of military exploits, to learn the technique of Hongcheon in a few days.

"By the way, then why didn't you come out?”

The mask smiled bright enough to reveal all its teeth.

"I want to brag to you.”

"What?"

Lee Hwon's reaction pointed to the cliff.

Naturally, his eyes turned to the cliff.

"Ah,·,·,·"

The moment I faced the cliff, the exclamation came out.

Isn't it full of thousands of letters?

"Yeonja, Hongcheon Gi-gong is open to the vastness of spirit, and I accept it, ······."."."

Lee Hwon narrowed his forehead.

It started with a typical phrase, like the story of a hero I enjoyed a long time ago. However, the letters were properly engraved, but the handwriting was so diverse that I couldn't read them easily.

"Example. No? Is it a form of writing?"

Writing is popular, but there was also a flow of diesel that became popular after a celebrity made it personally. Thus, there were dozens of types of handwriting, and a dozen of them were considered famous.

However, Lee Hwon has never paid much attention to typeface before his return. Among the six great demons, about one small horse or one of them could make a poem. But on the cliff in front of me, handwriting usually changed every ten letters.

"Is this left by a famous scholar of the New Study?"

It wouldn't be so if you were looking at the one smiling mask. Lee Hwon's knowledge of martial arts was second to none. If he was so out of control, and if he had mastered the mask in a few days, there is only one reason.

"Is this a painting?"

The face of the mask was distorted.

Perhaps he planned all this to make fun of Lee Hwon, who was in trouble. He grumbled several times for being boring and stood by Lee Hwon's side.

"How did you know?"

"You can't read letters."

The eyes of the mask were wide open.

It was simple information for Lee Hwon, who had pre-regression memories, but too big a secret for Talma.

"How do you do that? Oh, come to think of it, even though I ran in the ant cave with the rank-and-file of independents, I didn't doubt it.”

Lee Hwon said, kicking the butt of the mask.

"You know everything. Hey!"

"Ah! What a mother! Chet! I was going to make fun of you until the winter because of this.”

Knowing one thing is one thing and understanding another.

Yi Hwon stared at the cliff for a long time, but could not find the principle of the painting. He knew the writing, so no matter how much he thought it was a painting, his head was interpreting the meaning.

"Are you sure it's cooked?"

"Yes. I ate all the fruits, too."

It's a good start.

Lee Hwon was not disappointed, although there was no fruit left that would have been obvious. Rather, he was relieved that the future of the desertion had not changed.

'You meet me and humiliate me, ······.'.''

The volcano's hemispheres were enough.

Lee Hwon stroked his hair and laughed.

"Good for you."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun