Volcanic Spirit

If the first federation meeting strengthened the solidarity within the volcano, the second meeting aims to inform the outside world of the existence of the federation. Of course, before the inauguration ceremony, the goal was already overachieved. The size of Hoeumhyeon has doubled, and the amount of logistics has increased more than 20 times. Furthermore, the breakwaters attending the launching ceremony hung flags according to their size. More than a hundred flags were given permission, and if you count the flags that appeared in a flurry, it was over three hundred. Therefore, the launching ceremony was bound to lead to a good atmosphere.

"The energy of Samcheong came down and tried to put it in Seorak, ·····.""

Isn't the kaksangdongju of the Manchurian species the equator of the volcanic vein? He led the old team to the top of Seoninbong Peak and organized the inauguration ceremony. A clear voice sounded out of proportion to one's age.

The launching ceremony went smoothly.

It was a gathering of representatives from the Gupao family, including Murim Maeng.

It was hard to cause trouble even if it was a horse bridge, unless it was ready for the match.

"If those who borrow a volcano try to follow the natural principles with one heart, and damage the appearance of the gate, we will dare wait for the disposition of Jamisheng."

Flavors and tributaries spread like mist.

The leaders of each sect and their disciples bowed in a row, leading the review of the federation. And Gak Sang-dongju finished the ceremony by announcing the end of the ceremony.

Now, the owner's turn was over, and it was the guest's turn.

Starting with the Mooriman mission, the representatives of Gupaoga prayed for the success of the Volcano Federation. Although he could not be a guest of honor, those who were invited to watch the inauguration ceremony cheered.

"The League's future will be solid enough to have a forested endocrine.”

"Isn't Wudang's Hoeamjin representative of Dormac?"

"Jegal Sega's Pungcheonmok is Myung-sook, who once rose to the top of the rank of the Moorimun Military Department. Are you trying to get a little closer to the volcano than to the shaman?"

Empty guests talked whenever Myeong-sook delivered a congratulatory message.

When an old woman with a crooked waist appeared, they exchanged their eyes and tilted their heads.

"Who is it?"

"It looks like a bikini in the lyrics.”

"Hmm, if you've been invited to a place like this, the history of the temple must be quite deep."

"Still. There are a lot of people waiting. An old woman who is an unwritten disciple is cutting in line.”

Then a calm word came from the side of the bossas.

"He can do that."

They grumbled, saying the young man's tongue was half cut.

He is the one who invests the rest of his life generously today. Don't talk nonsense and watch.”

In the end, a middle-aged man who couldn't stand coughed in vain.

"Oh! The young So-hyeop's horse is too,·····.""

"At least it would be something to boast about for years to a child."

"Uhhhhhhh!"

The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide as he tried to scold the young man in earnest. As the old woman who cut in line approached the altar, something amazing happened.

Gufaoga's deputies rose in unison to show their respectfully.

The leaders of the federation, including the book review, were no different. Aren't they welcoming the old woman with bright smiles around their mouths?

What was more surprising was the old woman, herself.

As I approached the altar, my bent back was straightened, and my drooping body regained vitality. Regardless of the distinction between men and women, the firmness and boldness of the man and woman have been conveyed.

"Was there such a person in Gangho's women's association?"

The jubilant of the jubilants stopped at a moment.

The old woman said, reaching out before climbing the stairs.

"I haven't had a sword in a long time. Can someone lend it to me for a while?"

Yu Geon-pyeong stepped down with a brilliant exploit.

And he untied the neck of his back, not his sword, and handed it over.

"In ancient times, I would like to convey the spirit of the confederation to the unspirited spirit of the confederacy, since you have laid the banner of the political council, and have defended the foreign enemy by hiding in the Jusan Islands outside the country, and have a sword as a symbol of the strong women's association."

It wasn't hard to think of a postmortem in the name of an insanity.

It was the same even if he had lived in seclusion for as many as 30 years. If you put your foot in the lake, how can you not know the name of Murim?

"Clarkle, why are there so many people who want to owe me money when it's only been a few days since I came on land?"

The coroner smiled and accepted the sword.

"One good thing, and I'll take it."

She glanced briefly at the Nakanbong, where the manga lover was resting.

'If you don't feel bad, you're lying.’

Then he turned his head and stared at the empty guests.

Even among hundreds of empty visitors at the top of Seoninbong Peak, I could quickly find Yi Hwon, who was smiling.

'I've got one child, and I can live a day before I die.'

Lee Hwon nodded as if he had noticed what was going on inside the postmortem. It's as if you'll do your best and celebrate the last years of the two old men.

"A hopeful fellow."

After reciting to himself, the postmortem climbed the stairs.

Comrade Kagang, who was standing in front of the altar, gave an example. A slight nod would have been the answer for the postmortem. Hana gave the same number of examples to the kak Sang-ju, who devoted her life to the painting.

Yum yum!

Then he pulled out the sword and shouted to the sky.

"Even if you don't have authority, you have to lead the first sentence with your heart. In addition to that, the determination to devote one's life to the unknowable strong men. Consideration that erases all desires, but devotes itself with only the desire for consultation."

The corners of his mouth crept up into the sky when he thought of a manga lover.

Hana's voice was still serious.

"Respond to the heavens as they gather here and shout!"

Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeing

Like the roar of a dragon, the entire Seoninbong Peak burst out with a loud blackening sound. At the same time a fiery spirit spread like a concentric circle, and soon the golden energy flashed like sunlight. The sword was not a sword, but it was the energy that made the beholder solemn.

Bang!

The entire altar shook as soon as the sword struck the sky with a sword. Unlike the roar, only dust rose, and not even gold was gone.

"I will stand shoulder to shoulder as long as the volcano does not lose its will, as long as it is determined with repentance!"

The only person who uses the name Hoecheon in Gangho is Hoecheon Daeseonsa, the chief of Shaolin. In other words, the two unheard-of mountain ranges, Shaolin and Botaam, have not only recognized the Volcano Federation, but have also declared themselves to be in the same league.

The crowd was momentarily enraptured by the tremendous shock.

Moorim-blind and Gupao's deputies were speechless with their eyes wide open.

"Ha!"

As soon as the postmortem burst, the sword exploded into a hundred-armed dog and scattered into the sky. It is the Baekpalyeogum, which is the name of the postmortem. However, the sword scattered in the air looked like a flower.

"Maehwa?"

One thing happened before the noise spread.

The sword was held by the sword, and it was lowered on the altar.

Quasik!

It was embedded deep, leaving only a black handle.

At that moment, the sword, which had been scattered in the air, began to overlap the handle as if it had been sucked in. As if the swords of a hundred-eight dogs were being inserted one by one, the audience exclaimed nothing but exclamations.

At the same time, the medical examiner shouted with flying colors.

"As long as these vouchers remain, the work of the volcano will soon be postmortem!"

Her cry resounded in a mountain-climbing, and did not disappear for a long time, adding to the shouts of military heroes.

"Wowhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Then someone shot up among the military heroes.

It's Lee Hwon.

Unlike before, it was the first moment when he showed his military prowess in front of the public. As soon as he unfolded the Amcheon-gunnimbo, he felt the speed and stability that reminded him of land flight and air reply.

As soon as he flew down five pages, the attention of the audience was focused.

"I'm Lee Hwon, the owner of the job search center."

Yi Hwon bent his back in a polite manner as if he had never seen a sword doctor who had breakfast with him. Empty guests who showed curiosity about the appearance of foreigners exclaimed.

The first Pungun-ah, the strongest player in the world, has appeared.

It was not enough to bring peace to Shandong Province, but to destroy the Bonghwanghoe, a native force of the Junggyeong, as it was not enough to capture the hidden patrons of the Yeoktap area and the evil people who burned the Hwachong Palace.

"The author of the book!"

Empty guests shouted at the appearance of the cactus, who revealed the emergency pay in an unprecedented manner. Perhaps it was a bigger cheer than when I saw the autopsy.

"I've heard of your junior's reputation.”

As the sword and sword greeted each other affectionately, the waves of the front and back of the river seemed to blend in.

"I couldn't just stay as a junior because Kang Ho's eldest son congratulated me on the future of the Volcano Federation. So, I'd like to show you my poor skills to celebrate the birth of the League."

"How can we stop the volcano if it is celebrated?"

She was willing to take a step back.

Yi Hwon stood in front of the altar and hit the floor hard.

Dudung

Unlike the postmortem days, as soon as he stamped his feet, the marble broke and debris splashed. But the altar was fine, and only around it was cracked like a spider web.

"A heavenly ghost has descended, splitting the volcano in two, allowing the Yellow River to flow. So as long as the Yellow River continues, the spirit of Mount Seorak will be eternal!"

The history of the volcano was revealed by the addition of the rite.

As soon as the empty guests nodded and accepted, swords suddenly rose from all sides.

Hehehehehehehehe!

At first I suspected it as an enemy raid.

Those who sat at the top of Hana did not even budge.

Only then did the crowd look into the air.

As if it were a hundred-armed dog in the postmortem examination, the scattered sword was also a hundred-armed dog. Surprisingly, he threw over time, but the moment he reached the apex was the same.

'As expected of my brother.

Lee Hwon raised the corners of his mouth.

At the same time, as soon as he pulled his blood to the limit, the depth of bad news showed his power.

Everything he recognized was drawn clearly, and the red lines scattered like cobwebs. It's light if you can't handle it, but thick as a rope if you can handle it. The former was the case of man, the latter the case of things.

Black is an obvious thing.

As soon as Lee Hwon's eyes flashed red, I could see the trajectory of the hundred-eight dogs at a glance. As soon as he clenched his hands, Palhwang and Mugeuk were overlaid. The redness of the eyes brightens the atmosphere with the gold light in both hands.

As soon as Lee Hwon shook his hands, the sword of the back-arm sack moved noticeably. The shape of the plum blossoms was more noticeable than the ones shown by the autopsy. There were even two types of water thread attached to the end of the sword.

White and red.

The two groups of plum blossoms meant white hawks and red hawks.

"Wowhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The empty guests could not shut their mouths, and the VIPs were afraid of the invisible ignorance of Yi Hwon. Only the postmortem nodded admirably with a delicate look.

'That's enough to leave the moon at ease.’

Lee Hwon pulled both arms down as if he had removed the curtain from the air.

At that moment the sword of the back-arm sack clung together, wriggling down like a dragon. The destination was a sword that was blatantly embedded by the sword. As soon as Hana approached the ground, Yi Hwon stretched out his hands, and the swords spread out like fans.

Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalak!

And all the swords were scattered all over the place and wrapped around the altar like a wall. At the moment the sword of the back-arm sack was struck, a strange energy hovered around the altar.

Breathe, Beep Beep!

I thought it might be possible when I heard it. But you did a good job. The anti-magic confusion has spread out.]

Lee Hwon raised his lip to the compliments of the postmortem.

To do this, we calculated the examination and movement lines from dawn.

In other words, he prepared all night long for the appearance of the post-mortem, demonstrations and speeches. Yi Hwon appeared there and filmed the climax of the movie. Anti-massive confusion was not great enough to be called jeanjin. One was enough to confuse the clock with a sun-reflecting sword and an oddly complex position. If you had a bitter heart, you would have no choice but to flinch at the moment you see it.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Empty guests faltered at the moment of strange energy and light fog, and soon burst into cheers. It would not have been easy to see such prestige even if it was a competition held in the Moorim League.

"Wowhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Yi Hwon roared and captivated those who chanted the Volcano Federation. There was one person in the crowd who frowned as if he were the only one covered in filth.

‘······.’

Changmu Gumje was fed up with Namgoong Chaerin.

When Lee Hwon delivered his letter last night, he offered the terms. Beyond simply celebrating, he asked for demonstration to prove that the alliance between Namgoong Sega and the Volcano Federation is strong.

What are we supposed to do?’

Namgoong Chae-rin unwittingly took a deep breath, squeezing her sword. The eyes of the guests glistening in the eyes came heavy as a mountain.

Now it was his turn to step forward.

'I should have gone first.'

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun