Volcanic Spirit

a bolt from the blue

The idea came to mind when a group of fighters gathered in Chungampyeong, the front yard of a mountain musician. As its name suggests, Chungampyeong was not an easy place to stand on two feet because it was a field full of rocks. That's why at the moment Lee Hwon's threat exploded, some even lost their balance and stumbled.

"Is there such a madman?"

The army was frankly perplexed.

He let go of his usual solemn expression and let out sighs.

Man was different from beast.

Old Seonghyeon says the biggest difference between man and beast is that they know how to use their brains. As the saying goes, a person thinks, and that makes him act. This becomes a habit and a propensity when it lasts for a long time. Those who lived for a long time or who had a lot of experience tried to find the meaning of their words and deeds through their opponents' propensity.

Looking at Lee Hwon, however, I couldn't predict anything but his hair was a mess. Isn't he running wild as if he had put a loach on the ground?

"With whales, the stream of water in the midfield flows westward! So is the Hoe-ha, so is Chang-gang. A boat on the river will give you a chance to sit down and enjoy the scenery of the world. How would you feel when you see the scenery?"

Lee Hwon shouted in a loud voice, but no one paid attention to the noise. Not even curious, so no one asks back. One, Lee Hwon did not care a bit, but continued his advice.

"Of course you'll feel good! I can't help but exclaim. What do you need then? Yes. It's alcohol! As such, the word liquor was made by combining the west, which means west, and the Japanese, which means ship, along the waterfront. That's to say! It's the teachings of our ancestors that alcohol is fun and must be drunk when you're excited!"

That's a dog talk.

Even if a cat or a mouse barked, it would mean more than that horse.

The army was not even angry.

It just doesn't make sense.

What the hell's wrong with him?’

It is the interpretation of the word "drinking" that Hwang Bo-tae, the owner of Hwangbo Se-se, and Bad luck, the owner of a small house of a mountain musician, are taken hostage. He tried to dazzle the crowd with a nonsense that even the truth could not be grasped.

What the hell do you want?’

Lee Hwon would have almost lost his life to Hwang Bo-se's hand at the Soryongdaeyeon. So he must have known about Hwang Bo-se's sins.

"So I knew that after kidnapping Hwang Bo-tae, Hwang Bo-se's evil deeds would be declared to the whole world."

This is common sense.

A warrior of the political faction would have acted like that when given the opportunity and power, ten would have done so. He was going to weaken the cause of the Moorim League and try to clear the mountain musician of suspicion after he was reminded of the evil deeds of Hwang Bo-se.

In case of such a situation, the Yeongyang-gun even devised a plan.

No, I told you from above.

But Yi Hwon was making nothing of him, his masterpieces, and everything that Cheon Ryong-jeon prepared. Just by dragging the clock with a fresh dog noise.

"Since the number, which means head, is attached to the jacket to go easy, you should be relaxed as if you were taking a rest with the head when you drink. This is the true meaning of the province, so a man should be the mastermind to follow!"

The shouts of dogs at the Moorim Festival rang out one after another.

But the fighters can't do this or that, and they can't do that.

In the meantime, Cheonpung Samgun urged the Yeongyang-gun.

"City."

They, too, looked at the complexion of the Geukyangdo army with perplexed looks. They knew what was going on, so they didn't pick up the sword again. It is no wonder that Hwang Bo-sega was the one who massacred the late leaders of Shandong Province. Hwangbo Sega was supposed to go through the process of extinction after arranging the mountain music anyway.

Doesn't it mean anything to be a hostage anyway?]

Hit him when he's in high spirits.]

However, the army was unable to move.

The opponent was gibberish like a madman, but he would move with a consistent purpose. However, it was highly likely that even the cause of the attack would be lost.

Think about it.

Only a few people know that Hwang Bo-tae is the one to beat to death.

However, if the South Korean military reveals Hwang Bo-tae's face to order an attack, one problem will arise. It was only half-time ago that he drove the mountain musician into an axis of evil. However, how many people would they believe if they claim that Hwang Bo-se is a villain now? Most of all, he would have been criticized for attacking a mountain musician together even though he knew he was a villain. And people start to doubt the charges against the mountain musician.

It's like watering on its own.

'Now that he's here, the best solution is to expose Hwang's misdeeds.'

Yi Hwon lightly ignored the cool eyes of the army.

Rather, he was busy teaching the secret recipe for making mangtaeju and instant rice wine, the famous rice wine of Shandong Province.

"Judos come from a good atmosphere, a good person, and a good drink! Now that I've come to Shandong Province, I'll discuss instant rice wine, which is good to share as a specialty here!"

"That damn bastard doesn't know the end!"

The Yeongyang-gun gritted its teeth, not knowing what to do.

As the upper echoes were not sent separately, he could not move easily, only agonizing over it.

At that time, the silent man spoke.

"I don't think that child is enough for this kind of army."

This is a gentle recitation by Changmugumje Namgung Chaerin.

After he came up here, he smiled lightly and did not even budge. However, he opened his eyes thinly and smiled a deeper smile.

The Geukyangdo army asked back, narrowing the space between its forehead.

"What does that mean?"

Then Su-ha rushed in and broke up.

"People are coming!"

It was only then that the army realized the meaning of the Changmu sword.

'That bastard was dragging his feet. But why?'

There can't be a famous person even if someone comes.

It is no wonder that he has searched all the famous people who have lived or passed in Shandong Province since arriving at the Shandong branch. Unless he had the ability to skip the castle in half a day, there would be no one to help.

"Who are you? Are you a backup?"

"That, ······"

Su-ha blurted the end of her words.

The army of the Geukyangdo army issued an irritating murmur.

"Who's coming?"

"That, ······"

The Cheongna mark is large enough to rank within ten fingers of Shandong Province. A young warrior who might have just turned twenty jumped into such a place.

"Human! First payment!"

The receptionist narrowed the space between his eyes to the young warrior's command line.

When he presented the nameplate of the Mooriman Mountain-dong Branch, he bowed his head and led him to the women's quarters.

"I'm Ushak, the head of the gun."

"You must have noticed where you came from, and I'll send this to Soongsan."

The warrior handed over a note that was not properly sealed as if he had prepared it hurriedly. When the gunhead put out a lump, he threw it into it and added a horse.

"You may have any money!"

"If we use all the words of the service, and then we do our best, the quickest thing is one day."

"Okay."

The warrior said, throwing ten bundles of silver.

"Go now!"

Then, he leaves the country without looking back.

"Bam, you spoiled brat!"

The head of the gun stopped trying to seal the sheath.

This is because Pyo Guk-ju rushed in.

"Wait!"

"Yes, Gukju."

"You haven't sealed it yet, have you?"

"Yes, I threw double the market price and left without confirming what was urgent."

"We'll see you for a second.

The vote of the gun was astounded by the words of Pyo Guk-ism.

The motto regarded trust as life.

But when Pyo Guk-ju opened the target, he looked unbelievable.

"Listen to my story. You know something happened in Taesan, right? The story is that the forest blinds are after the mountain music.”

"I know. I heard some treasure trove came out. But what does it have to do with us? If you don't want to wear it, you'll only get a sword."

"I thought so, too. But one by one started sneaking down from Taesan even before the meal. Do you know what they did?"

The total votes gradually fell into the words of Pyo Guk-ism.

Pyo Guk-ju lowered his voice even lower.

"After writing something down in a hurry, he started sending his own private papers, or his colleagues a personal copy or a telegram. I was just signing a contract with the Blue House. But a middle-aged man ran in and asked the company to search for something urgent."

"Then now, ·····.""

"Yes! We're not the only ones commissioned to do this. We are already asking people to do a favor for us, not to mention the Hao Gate and the opening, but to all those who play and eat."

The gunhead drooped.

Pyo Guk-ju spoke as if urging.

"I know this is wrong. But what was the behavior of the young man who entrusted the trail before?"

"He looked like a junior warrior, full of sweat, unbalanced when he ran."

"Other places were similar. Do you know what that means? It means the lower guys have something to be greedy about. And because it looks like a possibility, he's starting to bring people together."

The head of the gun hesitated for a moment and then opened the clasp.

The treasure is a double-edged sword.

He would hold the sword if he deserved it, and if he didn't, he would be stabbed. However, if it is not as dangerous as you think, how many people will avoid being greedy for treasure?

The gun was a very ordinary man.

He opened the herring, and Pyo Guk-ju hurriedly took out the book and read it. A few lines of writing were all, as if in a hurry, but the eyes of the two gradually grew as if to tear apart.

"Is this real?"

"Truely, our lives will be different."

Things like Cheongna Citation took place in various parts of the village under Taesan Mountain. Wonryun Pyo Kuk-ju has decided to launch a 300-nyang-nyang-style demonstration, which he has just been asked to do.

"Huh, Taewon, Shaanxi Province, just around the corner. See you soon!"

The secretary-general saw him off and handed him a list of items to bring back.

"I'm not worried because it's enough to just follow the canal."

Hana Wonryun Pyo Kukju failed to make a comeback.

The official of the Cheonya Military Academy, who often came and went to Korea and became brothers, came to visit.

"Brother! Where are you going at this time of year?”

"I'm going on a request."

"Was it okay how much you owe me, so I asked you to deliver the letter as soon as possible?"

"How do you know that?”

"There are more than a hundred Gangho Bangpas, including the commissioned officers, the top, the mark, and the Haomun. And they're all from Taesan."

"What does that mean?"

"Have you seen the book?"

The circumference flagged the roaring voice.

"Title! No matter how close you are, there are things you can say and things you can't say."

"You're so uptight!”

The Lord Chen Ya-mu whispered in the ear of the Prostate.

"Now you know? I've been asked to do it anyway, so you can you send it to me? And you come with me!"

Wonryun, the flag bearer, groped and asked, "What I heard from the agenda is unbelievable."

"Oh, where are you going?"

"Where are you! Chungam Pyung, of course!"

"The front yard of a mountain musician? Isn't that the place where the Moorimists and the Sandong musicians are having a great fight? It will be dangerous."

The Lord of Heaven and Night said, sniffing.

"Huh! There are already more than 500 people on the road to Chungampyeong. We're already late! Let's go!"

The flag-bearer hesitated for a moment and shouted to the General.

"Whoa! I can't help it. Commander! Gather all the markers! Leave that to anybody and send it to them, and the rest of them tell me to follow."

Soon after, the commissioner asked, blinking at the unknown situation.

"Are you really going to Chungampyeong?”

The flag bearer shouted with bloodshot eyes.

"Of course! The Descendants of the Shinma tell us the truth of absolute martial arts!

The two left the country without looking back.

"It looks like a lot of people have already gathered."

"I'm sure he hasn't arrived yet. I think we all checked the information around the same time."

"Then let's spread our glory!"

In broad daylight, if you do your best as an author, you will hear bad things. One or two men, regardless of that, pulled out as much as they could. Then he jumped onto the tree to avoid the tight ducts.

"Pfft! It's crawling here, too."

From above, there were already a lot of people running on trees or roofs. And when I checked from a high place, the road to Taesan was already filled with unmanned people.

"But not a few have reached Chungam Pyung. Let's go!"

They squeezed in among the crowd to go any faster. As a result, I didn't even notice that someone was picking up a vest in my arms.

"Hmm."

The pickpocket threw two forepacks and lifted the corners of his mouth.

"Now! Where else shall we go and entrust the request?"

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun