Volcanic Spirit

56, a secret inspector.

The sensory apostles, which are the core of the Cheonryongjeon, were eccentric beings. The same face and the same physique, and blind loyalty to Heavenly Dragon was quaint.

Chennyong made the Gangrim Spirit by the heart of the Silla Dynasty.

In other words, bad news drew the truth in the body, while the manga-drunk made a mirror-like nasal septum, and Lee Hwon even returned. Therefore, it would not have been strange if there was a single alcohol that changed the impression itself.

If anything, it would be a relief for Lee Hwon.

Because they had the same face, it was no job to find the other three if they caught one. In other words, he did not care which of the Sasangsado killed in the Jongnam faction was. What does it matter if it's a fireplace, a water heater, a fireplace, or a tono?

'If you're beaten to death, you'll see your real face before you die.’

As soon as one of the Sasang sages saw the clear phoenixes, Yi Hwon raised his lip. One was a quick grab at the moment he was about to pop out.

It was a mask.

If it were anyone else, I'd just let it go.

Hana stopped walking for a while because she faithfully fulfilled her role as Lee Hwon's partner.

"No, brother."

Unexpected dissuasion.

Talma welcomed the mess to the point where it was second to none. The more chaotic the situation was, the easier it was to move, and the easier it was to steal. Moreover, isn't it the person who watched Lee Hwon's martial arts the closest? So it wouldn't be to question his skills or to disturb Lee Hwon.

"Mountain Federation."

"Huh?"

"I asked you to postpone the event because of the opening ceremony of the Volcano Federation. What would happen if you beat up the phoenix drink that belongs to Maeng?”

Lee Hwon grinned.

"Mooriman is a disgrace."

"The information here is not as active as the midfield, nor is the name value of the blind high. If you mess with it, it could be an excuse for them to undermine the Volcano Federation."

It was difficult if the Volcano Federation was hanging.

At least he showed some consideration.

"And you don't know where the bell pepper is yet."

"Looking at your expression, the reason is not all."

"What?"

Lee Hwon asked again, narrowing the gap between his eyes.

"You don't really care much about the life and death of the Chongchohong.”

It is no wonder that the two have not had a chance to make a relationship since the ant cave. So there was no personal feeling other than a casual acquaintance.

The mask kicked the tongue.

"Well, the good-natured brother isn't that cute."

"Don't say shit."

At Lee Hwon's words, the mask pointed to the phoenix with a jaws.

"When I see a baby like that, I think of an old master."

The activities of the phoenixes that Talma had told me passed my mind.

Even the term "cruel" is so evil that it seems to have been purged.

"You mean it's a waste to kill easily."

Instead of answering, Talma grinned and added words.

"I'll have a dig at the phoenix, so you stay near the temple."

Lee Hwon frowned.

"Hey! Can you get anywhere near a fake nameplate?”

The mask bounced his finger.

Lee Hwon opened his eyes wide at the sight of the object handed down by his hands.

"Hey! When did you make this again?"

"I made one every time I was bored."

"Are you sure?"

"You doubt anyone who will be called the Great First Road in the future?”

Not now, but it was going to be sometime.

Yi Hwon wrapped the plaque, and Talma sent out a note looking around.

[What was my rule when stealing?]]

[Throwing the bait, waiting near the prey?]

At Lee Hwon's reply, the mask held his thumb and giggled.

"Correct."

"Don't copy me."

"I've wanted to try it once.”

He left the words, mingled among the crowd and disappeared.

Yi Hwon looked at Bonghwanghoiju, who gathered a large number of people and inspected the achievements of his achievements. And even at the moment of the feast, he beat Suha or drooled at the sight of wielding a knife. Surely killing a man like him with one stroke would be a mercy.

He recited, recalling the words left by Talma.

'The bait.'

Come to think of it, I didn't mean it, but isn't there an appetizing bait in front of me?

He distanced himself from the public, Papa, and Yeo Hong.

He then moved to the vicinity of a middle-aged man, who seemed to have been attached to his face in the form of greed. Then he began to mutter as if he were talking to himself.

"Huh, aren't they the gravelings?"

The middle-aged man's eyes naturally followed Lee Hwon.

"These days, I heard that the Myosang people are complaining about the spinning of Mt. Myo- I'm not sure we're having a problem on a good day like today.”

Lee Hwon slipped away, leaving the words behind.

The eyes of a middle-aged man left alone began to glaze.

The name Bonghwanghoe was made because it was based on Bonghwangho Lake. Bonghwanghoe's financial and military power were great enough to use the wide lake as its own.

In particular, the martial arts of the Choryun River, the host of the temple, was known not only in Junggyeong, but also in Gwangseo and Unnam. The super-wheel strength before the phoenix was strong, but it was even stronger after the penitentiary. He took all kinds of spiritual medicine and collected all the fat that he could collect with money and power.

That's why his nickname was Chen Mu-jae.

A study of a thousand kinds of shamanism.

In a way, it was more than an intuitive nickname like the sword and the king. No one laughed or doubted his alias.

Because the true power of the phoenix is not from money or force, but from cruel sexuality. Would it have been "cut off" if he had said the most frequently in a day?

If he committed a small sin, he cut off his hand; if he committed a middle sin, he cut off his legs; if he committed a great sin, he cut off his limbs.

The misery of a wooden dog was made every day.

It was Bonghwanghoe, which boasts unparalleled power in Hana Junggyeong. Neither the Mooriman Junggyeong Branch nor the government or the provincial government could punish him.

Therefore, the front yard of the Bonghwanghoe, where Go Hee-yeon of the Choryun River in Cheonmujae, is held, was different from other parties.

"Next is Baek-po-bang-ju!"

The president called each and every one of the people who brought gifts to Ko Hee-yeon of the Hoeju.

"Go, go, go."

The voice of the Choryun River was gloomy and low due to the influence of the Gangrim wedding. With a look of great anger, the white-capped shot carefully before kneeling on one knee.

"Baekpo Bangju managed the southern part of Bonghwang Lake well, more than doubling its output compared to last year."

The White Paper breathed a sigh of relief at the report of the General Secretary.

The phoenixes waved their hands.

"May I pray for the long life of the Lord."

Baekpo Bangju took a backward step, welcoming as if he regarded the decree itself as a great prize itself as a great prize. Not all of them could safely step down.

"Next is the Southern Sword."

"Go, go, go."

Namjo Geomgye is an organization of fishermen in Namho Lake near Bonghwangho Lake. It's numerical in a word. But the relay runner was dragged out by the phoenixes.

"A few days ago, Boo Ho came out to play with flowers."

The governor's words were not over, but the relay shouted, hitting his head against the blue stone.

"Save me! It's true, but it's not."

The phoenixes raised their hands to block the relay's words.

"A person can take the back money when he or she lives."

The relay's expression was a little brighter.

Most of the time, if you get caught, you end up cutting off your wrists. Even though his arm was about to be cut off, the Holy Spirit of the Phoenix was so evil that he was delighted.

"One we didn't make an agreement? You swore allegiance to me, and I gave you the Namho."

He said without hesitation that he had given the land of the country, but the figures of the government office who took the top seat pretended not to hear.

"What should we do, Mr. President, to deal with a man whose trust has been broken?"

"It would be better to cut off the limbs, put them on the ferry of Namho, and set an example for everyone."

The corners of the phoenix's lips twitched.

"Good. Cut it."

The relay of the Southern Dynasties shouted with a burst of throat, but eventually had to be dragged out with its head caught.

"Next!"

At that time, after receiving Su-ha's report, the secretary hurriedly approached him and gave him an earring.

"Honor, the representative of the My 묘 tribe is here."

"Myojok?"

"It looks like we've come to the Black Song Forest case at Myoasan Mountain."

"Isn't it settled yet?"

"I'm sorry. It would be convenient to push it away, but I need a tomb to manage the black pine."

The mouth of the phoenix was twisted.

"Where are you?"

When the secretary-general raised his head and gestured, someone jumped up from the empty house.

"Here are those who want to undermine the spin!"

The old man, who was fat enough to run his face, shouted his tail softly. People withdrew from the old man's point at the moment when the words "hoi-ju" and "negative harm" were mixed.

And there was only a young woman and two old men left with a puzzled look.

Yeo Hong, the representative of the Myo tribe, and Gong and Papa.

Yeo-hong unwittingly found Yi-hwon as soon as she met Bong's shady eyes.

'Help from the Moorimists, ··.'·.''

Lee Hwon, who was drinking just now, had long disappeared.

The phoenix-hoi-ju waved after spilling the fox with a glaring glance. The public and Papa tried to resist quite a bit, but none of them filled the perimeter were allies.

The fighters didn't care about the public and the parfait labour. I thought I would kneel down rough, but soon I laid it down, and three or four men rushed in and crushed it.

"How dare a man of his own crawling in here!"

The governor's eyebrows drew a reverse fate.

Yeo Hong gathered her breath.

'There are so many people. So he won't be able to do anything stupid!’

She shouted after her determination.

"It's a sacred place for the Myo-Asan mausoleum. You can't make a deal with unqualified people, and then ask them to leave the graveyard after being notarized!"

The phoenix cast a glance at the commissioner.

"How much did you spend?”

" seventy thousand nyang of silver and two hundred silk from four thousand."

The color faded from Yeo Hong's face.

The Myos used seven hundred nyang of silver for their living expenses a year.

Therefore, the phoenix drink was tantamount to lowering the living expenses for a hundred years. The eyes around me turned bad. Even if they took it away, they would side with the congregation. There was no one to help the family if they had paid their own price. Yeo Hong had to keep her mouth open to people's sharp eyes.

"Did you get a notarization?”

"Yes."

"Is it a reliable place?"

The general stretched out his back and shouted.

"Here are the people who have notarized myoasan Mountain."

Then the head of the branch of the Junggyeong branch of the Moorim League stood up first.

He was beaten by Yi Hwon and grabbed by the collar, so he had a splint on his neck. He rose with a moan and pointed to the lower part of the notary issued by the president.

"At that time, this body was present when the elder and Hwang of the Myo-Asan Tombs traded. He was an elder of the Myo tribe for thirty years, so he deserved to claim the rights of Myoasan Mountain."

When the minister raised his lip, the man with the giraffe in his head rose. He was the only one wearing a sword here, not wearing official uniforms.

"It's Master Huang of the Doctrine."

The fighters stared at the water, but some of the rich fell on their knees and bowed their heads as if their dead ancestors had returned. He is also a government official in charge of practical affairs under the provincial governor. A dispatched from central, but the case of dodokcheomsa, take all. Such people could not be interested in the local practice. Thus, the Taoist Taoist master, who was the hand and foot of the Taoist Daoist, could not make eye contact with Hyun-ryung within the region. In other words, the wise men who were invited to the prefectural office near Bonghwangho Lake have so far been flattering and unable to raise their heads because they were pouring alcohol.

Master Hwang grinned as if he were enjoying his power and shouted as if he were closing the case.

"Moa Mountain is now a part of the phoenix meeting!"

The secretary-general snorted and folded the papers.

"Yes! Even if you dare to pour cold water on the holy burnt offering of the Lord, it is an oil well. No matter how little the laws of the midfield fall short of the nobility, should we be dispossessed?"

"What does that mean? I'm the representative of the Myo tribe. How can I admit the trade they exchanged without my permission?"

The public and the waves have let out a slumber.

The way things turned out today's routine seemed to be ferocious. He was a person who would not be criticized even if he cut his limbs in front of countless people. If he tried to save mercy anymore, he would have been furious.

"Giddy, stop it. It's over."

"Go back."

Yeo Hong exclaimed with sigh.

"However,···.".""

The commissioner cut off Yeo Hong's words and gave her a scolding.

"Shut up! It was at your disposal when you came, but not when you went. You're not going to break into the base of the phoenix without permission, so you're going to insult the penis and just go? Was the phoenix sashimi funny?"

He beckoned his subordinates.

"Keep the girl inside, and cut her throat and throw her into the stream!"

"Your name!"

Yeo Hong was fed up.

Even though he has vowed to kill people, people around him are joining hands, calling it a pleasant move. I was distracted by the situation in which human-face-to-face acts took place.

'Oh, my! The Myos once ruled Gwangseo and Unnam.'

It's the moment she stumbled, unable to overcome the shock.

Quaqam!

The doors of the phoenix sashimi, which had been widely open, were crushed and scattered.

Yeo Hong turned her head at the roar and opened her eyes wide.

Lee Hwon, who was with him a little while ago, has returned.

However, the costumes were as fancy as they could be, and all kinds of ornaments were hung. The collar of the pheasant on the handle shook whenever the fan with the turtle in the department was soft. It was as full of dignity as a child of a great-great-great-grandchild.

"What is he?"

The general shouted on behalf of the phoenix.

Yi Hwon folded his fan, took the plaque out of his waist, and held it out.

"It's a secret inspector."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun