Volcanic Spirit

53, Wolha Dispute

The musketeers gave a light performance.

Now that Sakyamuni's mission has been resolved, there is no need to hide his skills anymore. As he ran with all his might, he took three steps each time he stretched out.

After a while the forest was visible.

One came to his senses and at some point it was foggy.

But at the order of the black man, he proceeded without doubt.

At that moment a huge basin appeared.

The muskman exclaimed, looking down at the basin from the middle of the hill.

"There's a forest in this place, ."·.".".".".".".""

As soon as I entered the path between the cliffs, my exclamation burst into sighs. A signboard hung on the center of the cliff that soared from side to side of the canyon, shaking whenever the wind blew.

It was not difficult to read the contents of the Hyeonpan.

"Sa. Now. Rim."

The messenger is the servant of the black man and the second son of Ojwa.

He took a breather for a while as he should have nothing to fear in the world.

The lion forest was such a place.

"The Lord's resting place was forbidden.”

The Great Plains are not as famous or as old as Gupao. However, rumors were so popular that it surpassed Gupaoga as the main street of the Hosagar family.

You can achieve anything if you go to the Five Great Prohibition!

It's an endless rumor.

It was also a rumor that did not disappear for more than a hundred years.

They were only known to exist, but their location and composition were covered by the shroud. Furthermore, Kang Ho's safety, honor, and interests were kept away from him, so he rarely went on the field.

Lion Grove Garden, of the East Sea, along with botaam singongjeolhak to or admired the ban will not.

"Lord."

The messenger was escorted by a black man as soon as he entered the lion's forest.

The black man was greeted with a bright smile, as always.

"Well done.”

"I'll start with the report."

"Okay."

The messenger continued his horse in disrepair.

"We have identified the bodies of Taerung Samno, Bichen Chilbok, and the Bima Daeju. Sakyamuni Gasoline, a total of 32 people participated in the war, killing more than a hundred and seventy."

The black man raised the corners of his mouth.

"Then all of Anan's sons and daughters, who pretended to be godfather, are gone.”

The majority of those whom the messenger introduced to Hwangbo Cheoljo as those who sought to sell 10,000 dollars were the secret forces that Anan secretly raised. But now that they're all dead, Sakyamuni's head was like a well-done rice without a master.

"Now it won't be a problem if you have Sakyamuni's Head."

"Okay."

The black man laughed.

There was one reason why he was willing to be enticed by the saxophone.

Anan, one of the members of the military at Seoninbong Peak of the volcano, died, so she could take over her home base. It will not be difficult to take over Sakyamuni, a quite famous force, since it was done as intended and all of Anan's henchmen died.

Then an old man of Ocheok dan-gu entered with a cane.

The messenger turned his head toward the old man.

The old man led an uncomfortable body to salute the messenger.

The old man called the Great Tuan was the third of the Five Jwa. In the end, as Anan told Lee Hwon-won, the secret master and others were nothing more than a fake misrepresentation to other apostles.

A local government official said he would sit and watch 10,000 li.

He was soon a black-faced man.

The Great Britain spoke to the black man.

"If you take over Seokgajang, you can also put Cheongam Mountain behind you."

The world does not know, but Cheongam Mountain itself was the private property of Seokgajang.

"If we take control of Anjegyo Bridge inside Cheongamsan Mountain, the secret royal secret angel will belong to the Lord. Now that you've got everything on the military, we're cutting it in advance."

There is still a lot of love and patriotism on the military island.

However, Manrituan assured that Cheongam Mountain could take control of the two women.

"I'll leave it up to you."

The messenger bowed his head and bowed to one side after thanking him.

"What happened to Samgeumcheon?"

The Great Tuan saved his words in a show.

"Hmm."

Samgeumcheon refers to the three generations of people who are as famous as Jungwon's Five-Generation Ban.

They include the Bukhae Ice Palace, which used to be intertwined with Yi Hwon and Cheongcheon Ice Sheet, the chief's blood Buddhist temple that destroyed the Millcheon-dong of the Great Temple of the Mildeobbeop, and the real sword gun that existed in Haenam Island.

"The Buddhist monk deals with the body of a secret master, but the Northern Sea Ice Palace and the True Sword are not easy. It hasn't been long since the palace changed, and the real sword itself is difficult to access.”

The black man grinned with an interesting expression.

Those in Hana Ojwa recognized the innermost thoughts of the black man. He is only smiling and angry because of the ganglim wedding.

"Lee Hwon grew faster than I thought, and he did something unexpected. I think we should collect it at this point, ·······."

The Great Tuan came up with a solution.

One thing came from outside Daejeon before he could answer.

"Lion's drink!"

It was an old man who carried a black man on his back. He wore gold as usual, but his hair stretched out in all directions remained the same. The figure reminded me of a lion, the king of beasts.

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The head of the five-jwa, he looked at the black man for a moment.

The eyes were filled with remorse.

He quickly erased his eyes and gave a loud scolding.

"Don't drag on any longer. Cut off Yi Hwon's limbs and bring him in right away so that he can unleash Shinma's enlightenment."

The Great Lituan breathed a breath.

"I'd love to, but would you like to talk about it just because you're bringing it?"

Gwangmuje stared only at the black man without looking at the Great Britain.

"Do you remember what I said last time at Nakanbong Peak on the volcano?"

The black man nodded.

"Those who sell out are dangerous, but those who remain unsatisfied are easy to catch. That's why you backed away from your goal at that time?"

The lion's life was revealed.

"That's a matter for everyone. Lee Hwon is drawing attention by talking about the Seven Wonders. Among them, the hair loss and the horseradish are in the middle of nowhere, and the others are separate."

The black man showed curiosity.

He asked the messenger.

"Where is Yi Hwon now?"

"I went back to the volcano."

The Great Tuan grinned as if he had found a trick.

"Good for you. The devil is a disciple of bad news in the wall, so it will be useful. So I think it's better to kill Yeh Young-young, who's called the "Former Horse," and then bring the devil in."

"Send four and five."

The black man continued his speech, revealing his delicate flesh.

"Bring the devil's neck and the devil."

"Brother, we ran away, didn't we?”

"No."

"I can tell he ran away."

Lee Hwon shrugged at the grumbling of his mask.

"No. You're going home now that Shandong Province's work is over. But why is this running away?”

One thing didn't work for the deserter.

"You said it was a way to prevent a trivial thing from happening, but you got out of it with nothing but alcohol. What if this isn't a run?"

Lee Hwon hit the back of the head of the mask.

Bugak!

"If you get entangled with Seok-Ma, the government and the Yurim will be in a shiver. In times like this, it's best to wait for the excitement to subside.”

Talma talked to herself, fiddling with the back of her head.

"Since when did you think of that?”

"Everything just became a nuisance. That's why I just want to go home.”

That's right, too.

I have never rested properly from the time when I conducted the program under the name of Maehwa Gunja until it devastated Shandong Province. Judging from the way the world is going, wouldn't the Moorim League answer Kang Ho's question on the Mid-Autumn Festival? So now was the right time to rest even for a short time.

I couldn't stop the grumbling of the mask that started one by one.

"But why are you so relaxed?”

This time, Lee Hwon has nothing to say.

It was already twenty days ago that he left the work to Saekma and broke up with her. So isn't it more than time to get to the volcano by now?

One or two people still could not pass by the cup and the base as if they were enjoying a feast.

"The liquor that leaves Shandong Province and the liquor that comes back from Shandong Province is different."

"You're scared, aren't you?"”

The mask curled up and protected the back of the head, but Lee Hwon's touch was not felt. Rather, I blazed my eyes because I heard an unexpected answer.

"A little."

"Dumb old lady?”

Lee Hwon nodded his head gently and shook the glass.

"By all means, it was four years old that I took advantage of what he said to me."

So the foot was heavy.

Yi Hwon no longer wanted to be dragged around, shattering the plot of Cheonnyongjeon. That's why he handed the ball over to the survivors of the song. And the ball naturally went over to the moorings. I have no idea about the other survivors.

One of them was different.

Master, father, friend.

He was also a person who gladly gave away even Joo Won-kyung, who had stayed for decades. I was worried that I might have disappointed such a person.

"If you're going to do that, just leave."

"Where are you going, leaving the dispatcher behind?"

"You don't have any land documents, you don't register with the government. If it bothers me, I can steal only the gravestone that's engraved as a commissioned officer."

Lee Hwon laughed in vain as he watched the federal grumbling mask.

Even if I do this and that, I think I am comforting them in my own way.

"The top of Nakanbong Peak is a commissioned officer."

It's Lee Hwon's words that have been lost in thought for a long time.

It was only then that Yi Hwon realized that he had shaken off the horse and pulled it by the sleeve.

"Let's go, then! Actually, Nogun-dong is the most comfortable for me, too."

"Hey! That's not your house, is it?”

The two raised their voices as if fighting over the boundary between my house and yours. Before long, the slow walk was in the air, and before long the beautiful mountains of the volcano welcomed them with joy.

"But let's just have one more drink just in case!"

The lingering love of a drunkard always comes as if he is breathing.

Finally, I went to Hoeumhyeon under the volcano.

Hoeumhyeon was one of the largest cities in the island.

Made by volcanoes, the relationship was deep enough to maintain its reputation. It is also true that the ministry tried to erase the colors of the gateways after the fall of the volcanic waves.

"What is this?"

Lee Hwon blinked.

When I left, Hoeumhyeon was just a village.

The flags flying everywhere, however, were embroidered with plum blossoms, the symbol of the volcano, and the food stalls were filled with the scent of plum blossoms. Isn't there a lot of food you've never seen in your life, including Maehwajeon, Maehwasoo, Maehwasul, Maehwa Tangwa? It was like listening to Roh Go-soo's speech, which reminded him of the time when volcanic waves once went well in the initial angle before his return.

"Is it thanks to the newly born Volcano Federation?"

Isn't that too steep to say?

However, a merchant who was passing by looked at Lee Hwon for a while and gathered his hands to take the oath.

"You are the master of the commission, the Maehwagun, you are Dae-hyeop! I'm the emissary of Cheongpung. ·····."."."."."."."."."

He was filled with awe as if he were dealing with a general who led the war to victory. And starting with Pisa, countless people came from all sides to greet each other.

'This is not gonna happen.

It seemed that Shandong Province's prestige had spread all the way here.

And the expectation was assured.

The path up to the volcano was filled with unseen warlords. As I looked at the signboard, it seemed that the top, as well as the cover, had a branch office, had nothing to do with the defense of coughing on the island. That meant they were willing to worship the Volcano Federation and enter the shadow of the volcano.

"Kkeum, you smell the money."

At the realistic word of the mask, the feeling of swelling melted down like water-hit snow.

Hana Yi-hwon climbed the volcano with flying colors.

The only hope of a manga lover is that volcanic waves will regain their old sanctity and rise to the reputation of Kang Ho. However, there was no place to go through the volcano in Seomseo Fortress just by looking at today's Hoeumhyeon.

"Haha! You're not getting praised for this, are you?"

Lee Hwon's laughter broke apart as soon as he crossed the janggongjando.

This is because the manga-chug, who heard the old man's words, ran barefoot and welcomed him.

"Why the inspection?"

The manga-chug yelled at Lee Hwon with a haggard face.

"If the lid was open on your head, you should have put some concept in it!"

At the end of the horse came a strong flag.

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun