Volcanic Spirit

In the meantime, the mountain musician did not stay still.

As the people went out like a low tide, all the gasoline waiting in Sega formed a siege.

"You're not just going to get out of this mess, are you?"

It was a word full of hate from Ak Oh-chun.

"Do you know what you've done?"

He poured out all his resentment at the revelation of decades-old secrets.

Lee Hwon raised the corners of his mouth.

"I've been asking you if you've known me since a long time ago.”

The red energy that spread from the corners of my mouth swirled like fog.

"Do you know in words?"

Gwa Deuk

As soon as I rolled up my fist, Palhwang and Mugeuk naturally wound up. The condensed energy stretched out toward Akohchun and began to weigh down with a taesan-like momentum.

"Who is stronger?"

"Uh."

Ak Oh-chun endured with his forehead narrowed.

In any case, both of them have learned the enlightenment of Shinma from survivors of the famous song. So Ak Ochun didn't want to lose. Rather, he believed that he would win if he got it right. As soon as the bad news returned to the world, he went into enlightenment. And he trained the old-fashioned brickwork for more than twenty years.

'I wouldn't be humiliated if I didn't have that deformed weapon.'

The bad luck of the cowhuga came out.

"Hey! What was the lord's rudeness?"

Lee Hwon smiled in vain.

Peace seems to have been too long.

Given that he is trying to borrow the power of his family even in this situation, he is such an impenetrable person. So even though he was over 40, he couldn't get out of the cattle stock.

Bad luck fixed the window on Lee Hwon's ridicule.

Then the gasoline of the Sandongak, which was forming the siege, aimed at Lee Hwon at the end of the window.

If I kill all of this, the bad news will be upset.’

While Lee Hwon was agonizing, Ak Oh-chun shouted.

"Stay back, everybody! You're not the one you can deal with!"

That was the answer.

People won't know yet.

Even those who sympathized with Lee Hwon's instigation today did not know. Now, Lee Hwon has reached a point where survivors of the masterpiece cannot hide. If their exploits were to come out of the world, then people would know until then. This means that Shinma's military exploits can only be dealt with by Shinma's military exploits.

To see with one's eyes and face directly.

It was a huge difference.

As if Lee Hwon knew it, Auck Oh-chun knew it.

Except for himself, no one here can deal with Lee Hwon.

'The Unana Gasoline did not master the old-fashioned brickwork properly. If I had been given ten years, I would have raised more than a hundred masters like me to dominate the world!’

In the meantime, Lee Hwon's momentum added strength.

It was time for Auck Oh-chun's lips to squeeze out a groan.

Qua Qua Qua Kung!

There was a rumbling sound inside the mountain music.

After a while, bad news and bad rumors rushed out in the air.

"Seola!"

"Father."

Ak Oh-chun narrowed his forehead by looking at the bad news next to the evil tongue. It was natural for an elderly daughter to be on guard as she appeared with a young man who had no real face. The same was true even if the young man had taken away his bad luck.

"Who are you? And what did you do inside?"

said the bad news with a bitter look.

"I broke Taehwanno, and destroyed Hongcheon-dong."

Judging from the way he spoke, it seemed to be a place where he was forced to dislodge through the old palace wall.

Ak Oh-chun opened his eyes.

"What?"

Instead of answering, the bad guy looked at Lee Hwon and took the oath.

"Large! May I discipline you?"

Lee Hwon smiled in vain.

What's the point of just saying words in formation?

Discipline itself is used to teach children in the family. Lee Hwon shook his hand in the spirit of pressuring Akohun.

"Yes, it's a family affair, so you guys work it out.”

Bad news expressed gratitude with a wink.

On the other hand, Ak Oh-chun paid more attention to the saying, "It's more of a housework than a departure from Lee Hwon." Come to think of it, there seemed to be a lot of bad news about his son's youth.

"Who are you?"

Bad news stood here with firm determination enough to discuss discipline.

When asked, "Who is it?" I was embarrassed for a moment.

We can't reveal that the wall is a bad news, and we've already decided to become a bad news disciple.

"I, ·····"

Bad news clouded the end of his speech and narrowed his forehead to Lee Hwon.

Lee Hwon is smiling as if he is watching a play with a mask and a bottle of alcohol.

"Hoo-hoo. I'm the devil."

In the end, he could not abandon the castle of the villain, but chose evil, which means a great mountain. The devil quickly added words, fearing that Yi Hwon and Talma would laugh.

"He was the last disciple of the Great Wall of Taishan at the Jade Emperor's tomb, and he was handed down all of his old palace wall works."

Ak Oh-chun couldn't speak with his eyes wide open.

So were bad luck and gasoline.

It is surprising that a disciple of bad news suddenly appeared, but it was even more surprising that he had destroyed Taehwanno and Hongcheon-dong.

Hana Lee Hwon and Talma were busy making fun of the devil.

[Ballowing himself to the wall force]]

[My devil's brother is very good at gilding his face. I should have called you Geumma.]

The devil was fed up.

"Brothers to beat me to death!

He didn't reveal his innermost thoughts.

I was with the two for only a day, but I had realized that I didn't have to make a living of their words and deeds.

Hana Auchun was different.

"What's your relationship with the chief of staff? I didn't hear that my father had a disciple! And my father said he had nothing more to tell me about the old palace bricklayer!"

The devil glanced at Lee Hwon and said,

"Taesan's truth is meaningless if it has risen to the top with Shinma's bravery. However, a large-sized tomb came to the tomb. The survivor of the volcano had something to tell Master. But I heard it because you've already been naturalized."

Ak Oh-chun's face was gradually distorted.

The devil treated himself like an outsider. Excluding himself, the news that he had already finished talking with Lee Hwon made me angry. That's why he had to be the heir to the bad news. Ak Oh-chun and Shandong Se-ga thought they should have inherited everything from bad news.

"Shut up! I am the true heir to the old palace bricklayer!"

The demon sighed at his son, who was distorted like a demon.

"You've worked harder than Master expected. Just by looking into your eyes, I can see what you've been through. It's stronger than I expected. One thing that kept you from looking around."

To him, the easily roused, evil-doing Ak Oh-chun was regarded as a mirror. The moment he stepped lightly, the Shandong musician's gasoline screamed. One of the spears he had had had already been in the hands of the devil.

He swung his spear around and then rushed without a katabutta toward Akochun.

"Because I've become too strong,······"

It was a word full of remorse.

As soon as the tip of the window shook violently, the number of Changyeong increased to about a hundred, as if it were a thousand friends of Sacheondangga.

"I can't fix it, so I'm going to start anew.

Ak Oh-chun faced each other directly.

The moment the tip of his spear shook, a force as great as the devil rose.

"Huh, you've never given up your desire to perfect all the workshops.’

The devil carved the perfect defense into his body as a old-fashioned bricklayer. Even now, they are thinking of a pitcher every morning and filling in the empty space. Even he was only focused on defense and was not greedy for attack. Hana Ak Oh-chun was greedy for both the ball and the room, so neither was perfect.

Tutter-tootter-tootter-tuttle-tootter-tutung

Thousands of hailstones seemed to beat Chungam-pyeong.

And when the roar disappeared, Ak Oh-chun shed blood, looking at the spear in his lower abdomen.

"Growl!"

The devil still could not hide his eyes full of remorse.

How would you feel about putting a spear in your only son's Danjeon? I organized my emotions with the feeling that I would break it to save one, and kill it to make it.

'If you start over, at least you won't be like me.’

But the gasoline of the mountain musician, who could not have known the situation, could not have guessed the devil's insides.

"Father!"

"Gaju!"

Gasoline began wielding its spear with blood in its eyes.

"Spread out the Great Battle of Heaven! Revenge your father!"

More than a hundred Changshu stabbed the window, intersecting ceaselessly, as if mimicking Sorim's octogenarian.

"You still can't put your mind into one place, and you're looking for two things. The power of diagnosis is manifested in purpose. Isn't Cheonchimdaejeon a technique designed to catch cilantro who uses a single weapon in the first place? For the master who uses the military flag, the back-and-forth confusion is more effective than the Cheonjimdaejeon."

The devil romped inside the truth as if to prove his words.

Every time a window flashed like a tiger slaughtering a flock of sheep, a dozen or so Changshu lost his weapon. No one was dead, but the gasoline let its head loose and wept as if the family had decided to go bankrupt.

"Grandpa! Why are you doing this?”

The vicious rumor was crying out in tears, and the hand gestures of the mask were confused at once.

The devil left behind the cry of the evil tongue and knocked out the gasoline of the visible mountain musician. Now that you have already entered the palace, there will always be a possibility of wearing a coin. That is why we did not let a single gasoline stand in the way of preventing it.

After a while he stood before the evil tongue.

"Ha."

Lee Hwon kicked his tongue, looking down at the chaotic rumor.

"Is this the next strongest one after the housemaid?"

The devil shook his head.

"It's not a matter of strength, it's a matter of taste. He's already accepted the wrongful nature of the old bricklayer. If time goes by like this, I'll learn to accept it. That's no different from Ochun.”

Lee Hwon grabbed the back of the vicious rumor and raised it up.

"Do it. Can't you because you're a granddaughter?"

"Ha."

The devil cast a dipper on the lower abdomen of the evil tongue after the funeral. I could not hear the sound of the blow, but I could feel the aftermath of the power failure.

In the end, the devil could not leave his seat for a while with tears in his eyes.

The mountain musician has been closed since that day.

It was not a beacon, but there were almost no fighters to act. Therefore, it was impossible to stop the crowd from coming in every day and shouting for the enlightenment of Silla.

In the end, Lee Hwon came forward and had to recite ten thousand words several times.

"Is this really right?”

Someone shouted.

It's worth it.

Shinma was one of the strongest players in all ancient times.

How many people would believe such a man's bravery if he talked about his military exploits?

Lee Hwon did not answer.

The answer emanated from others other than him.

Manmaejeon is like a mirror of a human being, and it reflects everything in all its tendencies, immorality, and beliefs. Therefore, it was different to see the same thing.

Someone in the new study solved the ideas that had been blocked so far, and showed off his knowledge as if he had gained the insight. Some of the markers in the motto solved the last part of the non-salary obtained accidentally decades ago, making it to the climax for a moment. As such, the change began every day.

"Is the awakening of the volcano out of tune with me?"

Those who sought enlightenment from others, not from themselves, left to find survivors of the masterpiece. If the volcano does not work, the shaman will go to other places to learn. In the meantime, the Moorim-blind Shandong Branch went in and out of the mountain music.

It is said that the sky is wide and the river is deep.

So it took a long time for someone's reputation to be passed on to another castle. It was even possible only with the special assistance of the opening or the Hao Gate. However, Lee Hwon's instigation was effective as if he had gone 10,000 miles, not thousands of miles. Around the time Dalpo passed after the death of blood in Chungampyeong, stories about survivors of the famous song continued throughout Gangho Lake.

In other words, Lee Hwon's wish was made public.

"Where's the big brother?"

Ye Young-young answered with an awkward expression.

"He went to Cheongdo.”

"You've gone to the Cheongdo Brigade. Well, it's not a loss if you've made this much ball."

Bad news kicked the tongue.

He was working on the old-fashioned bricklayer, even reducing his sleep. In addition, he is also nursing Akohchun and Gasol to prepare for a new dislocation. That's why Lee Hwon, who goes out to play without himself, is no wonder.

Hana Ye Young-young's reply sent her irritation up to the top of her head.

"You went to catch a dwarf?"

Yeh Young-young nodded at the devil's annoyance.

"I heard that the Japanese liquor is so delicious."

"You crazy liquor ghost! I turned the whole river upside down. What do I do?"

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun