Volcanic Spirit

62, the road to Changchun.

The birth of the Volcano Federation was officially known.

Now that the festival and the launching ceremony are over, it is time to enjoy it.

At the same time, both Hoeumhyeon and Volcano Federation were held in the Volcanic Federation compound.

The contest held in the village was open to anyone, even if they were not strong players. I got a job by showing off my talents and winning a silver medal.

On the other hand, the competition on the volcano was small.

However, most of the latter members of Kangho's middle-class civil servants' meeting. Including Gupao, the non-stage competition lasted three days and nights.

And the championship was won by Bok Woo-jeon.

Although he was not connected to Namgoongmuhyang, the former Jeongin, he met a good mate named So Yeon-myeong. The improvisational, belligerent Tai Chi was smiling throughout the arena. One other leadership and Gupao's deputies were hard to see. They made deals in Simcheo, harmonized, and discussed the situation. The Volcano Federation had talked numerous stories with numerous breakwaters in a few days, and a great deal was decided.

"I hope we continue to have a good relationship."

In all this, the cooker took a step back.

I just drink alcohol while being secluded in Nakanbong as usual.

Lee Hwon smiled, looking at the warrior leaving the palace with a satisfied look. After a while, the merchants disappeared with a stiff look, and a moment later appeared with a pleasant smile.

"You must be a little used to it now.”

All he wants is the strength of the league.

I can only hope that the volcano will stay alive.

And the leaders, including the federation's book review, were not as sullen as before. Rather, he regained his dignity after feeling the strength of the league.

"Oh! Gwangnyeongjongju is as relentless as Samahudo."

Talma peeped at the Jinmu Palace and returned.

He talked as much as he could about the species, which was the eldest writer of volcanic waves. Apparently, Seo Hwa-jong is organizing Eunwon against the top and the top, regardless of the literary circle. If the relationship was good even when it was in need, equal transactions were made, and if there was anything that was not good at all, it was often hit.

"It's not a man, it's a sword. Carl! I'm making a cool decision, but the other person couldn't say anything."

"That's what you're good at.”

Lee Hwon beckoned for the hair loss.

After a long time, I had gone down the mountain because I liked the autumn breeze.

go back for a drinkThe sun was about to set again. But someone must have seen Lee Hwon and informed his superiors. Seo Hwa-jong rushed out.

"Gwanju, long time no see. We've been building up our whole time.

"You can't easily come by a single peak. You don't have to worry. By the way, I heard you're doing well.”

Seo Hwa-jong smiled bitterly.

"But I've been calling myself an old-timer, and I guess I'm still sad."

"That's what you're doing. Who makes money when everyone is in charge, and everyone is in pursuit of co-operation? I can bear it now that I'm at the top of the ladder, but my students are at their best age. The more dirty your hands are, the more solid your league and your disciples will be. There's a good saying at times like this. Who else would go to hell?"

At Lee Hwon's words, Seo Hwa-jong blinked for a moment.

Realizing that it was a joke, I laughed in vain.

"It's all thanks to the governor. You're going to Namgoong Sega?”

"I decided to go with him a few days later when the Changmu sword leaves. Ah! Why don't you take this opportunity to take advantage of some of the Federation's disciples?"

Seo Hwa-jong smiled full of smiles.

He had already considered Kang Ho-haeng for his students' knowledge, personal connections, and practical experience. But if Lee Hwon is with us, it would be a complaint.

"Thank you for your consideration. I'll sort out the good kids."

"What's the big deal?"

Lee Hwon gave a good smile.

On the other hand, the mask showed a poo-chewing look as if it had foreseen the future.

'He'll pass it on to me again.’

Moon faction management is the domain of politics.

Lee Hwon has nothing to do now.

Therefore, I enjoyed the relaxation at Nakanbong Peak with a carefree mind. Chang Gi-gyeol boasted of his newly-soaked liquor, while the manga-flavored and the postmortem looked at the volcano's sunset every day. Bokujeon spent the day more depressed than usual. He won the arena, but no one recognized him. On the contrary, he fell into a sense of self-destruction after he was destroyed after he had desiccated and rubbed.

"You look tired, huh?

Returning from the realm of politics, Buk Li-hye was much more haggard than she was a few days ago. He is said to have become the palace's palace owner, but he is very poor except for birds. As it aimed for ice palaces everywhere, it came out to form a new bond with the midfield. So he shared the chastity with Yi Hwon, but he couldn't spare time. Meetings, talks, and secret deals were exchanged every day.

Buk Li-hye smiled.

"It's harder to do nothing. It's a good thing now. No, you're happy."

Yi Hwon held Buk Li-hye in his arms and recited.

"That's true."

It was better to recall the days of helplessness before returning to Korea. At that time, he had at least the power to show his will.

The breath of Buk Ri-hye was temporarily stretched out.

A word came out at the end of the colorful breath.

"I'm going back today."

"Don't go."

When Lee Hwon said a word without hesitation, Buk Li-hye smiled.

"Seeing you exhale without a breath, did you get ready?”

"Practice is a must."

Perhaps the two were the busiest beings outside the midfield and birds. One who tries to stabilize the ice palace and one who tries to save the Gangho by destroying Cheonryongjeon Hall.

"I'm in three days."

"You're going to Namgoong Sega?"

"Yes."

"I've heard that men and women have a lot of beauty from old times."

Hangzhou and Soju were the most colorful cities in the midfield.

Buk Li-hye murmured to herself.

"That's what my escort says. Stabbing with icicles leaves no evidence over time."

"If there's no evidence, you guys.”

"You can't die if you don't.”

"I'll start thinking about the Namgoong tax.”

Lee Hwon also uttered a great deal of words as if he were joking.

Buk Ri-hye looked up in his arms.

"Are you really going to fight?”

"Cheonryong is a political faction. Moorim, Namgoongse, Shaolin. You have to be suspicious of this."

She spoke as a passing horse.

"When are you coming to the Ice Palace? At least there's a party to convince the elders. Dress up nicely and come back in good shapely. Because it could be rumored that the young princess is delusional and trying to marry a man who doesn't even exist."

"I won't be late.”

"It'll come in winter if it's the case. When you get used to the cold from the midfield, you'll be able to hold out a little bit in the North Sea."

Lee Hwon raised the corners of his mouth.

"Hoot, you're telling me not to get hurt."

Buk Li-hye said, pouting her lips.

"Life is hard. Don't try to live easy."

Lee Hwon smiled and reached out his hand.

The hairdressing that was just around the corner left with a bottle of alcohol in her hand.

Buk Li-hye recited without turning her head.

"Please take good care of me, brother."

The mask opened its eyes wide and smiled.

"I don't want to be stabbed to death, so I'll try."

This time it was time for Buk Ri-hye to open her eyes wide and be surprised. I noticed it was coming, but I didn't know when it was. She asked Lee Hwon, who was drinking after Talma left.

"What's that supposed to be? It's not just a matter of nerve. That's great."

Yi Hwon drooped after he handed the bottle to Buk Li-hye.

"Hoo-hoo, this is the power of Shim-deuk left by Shin-ma. You get a piece of it, and you learn it, and you get out of Kang Ho's head."

"I can't help it."

"What?"

Buk Li-hye said, stroking Lee Hwon's cheek.

"Don't die."

I don't intend to die twice.

Yi Hwon held hands with Buk Li-hye after making up his mind.

"I'll see you again before spring.”

That night Buk Li-hye left.

"Namgung Sega is a great place to be called a small river."

"I know."

"Do what you can. Be careful, be careful."

"I'm going to live a long life."

"Also, the credit for his devotion to the political faction from old times is great."

"I see what you mean."

Lee Hwon nodded his head at the words of the manga-

It means to watch out for the Namgoong Sega.

It meant that even if the worst result ever came out, if there was room for it to be taken into account.

"I have no face for you."

The look of the manga-flavored man reached the examination man sitting next to him.

"You're a drinking buddy, but you're like a grandson to me."

Lee Hwon narrowed his forehead.

'Since when?'

The postmortem glanced at the prey.

"I don't go with you to the Southern Palace tax, but I'll take a good look before then. So take care of yourself until the Murim meeting."

The manga nibbled its head.

"I'll end the discussion about Shinma's deep learning anyway. That'll make me feel relieved."

"That's what it's gonna be.”

The postmortem lit up his eyes.

He is a man who will finish his work even if he is blatantly pressuring the people of the forest. When the will to make it felt strong, the manga-flavored man coughed and asked, as if condescendingly.

"How many?"

" Quite a lot. He's having a hard time anyway."

Lee Hwon pointed at the hair loss with a chin.

"Leave before it's too late. You don't have to worry about me because I'm going with my old man at the convention."

"Come get stronger. If you say a word, it's like the lord is at a daze."

"I'll try."

The postmortem rose first.

"Let's go!"

She kept her abode even when Lee Hwon stepped out.

Perhaps you are greeting a manga lover.

Yi Hwon came down from Nakan Peak with the mask and stood in front of Janggongjan.

"You go away."

The mask tilted its head.

"What are you thinking?"

"It's Namgoongse, compared with a single force, if you're not a moorim-blind and a heyday horseman, you won't fall behind. No matter how hard I am, I can't just trust the calligraphy given by the Changmu sword."

"So?"

"Go to Mudangsan Mountain first and meet Jong Cho-hong. Gather information within the Moorim League, and after that, ."."."."."."."."."."

The mask grinned.

"I'm going to go to the band and meet the Saekma."

"Yes, for now it's an all-out war. When the musicians are settled, bring the demons and all the useful ones."

"That's my favorite edition. The shit."

After nodding his head, Yi Hwon flung himself with a janggong jancho.

Arriving in Nogun-dong, Talma's farewell, a series of groups are already waiting in three groups.

The first was Changmu Geomje's Namgung Chaerin and his disciple Namgung Muhyang.

The two have decided to guide them to Namgoongse.

The second is the disciples of the Volcanic Federation sent by Seo Hwa-jong.

"Gwanju, long time no see."

"Ah! The Lord Yong-ho is here.”

Yongho Gwanju is one of the Taoists who visited Yeonhwabong Peak when the volcanic waves were engulfed by the phone. He is the second descendant of Jinbak Volcano to be ranked second after the Korean national flag. He was also good at martial arts, but he was well versed in etiquette because he was more concerned about his appearance. Even now, he was waving from the moment he began his trip to the Hakwoo Line in his old official uniform of the volcano. To put it simply, he was as experienced as Seo Hwa-jong. The Volcano Federation sent Yu Geon-pyeong and two Ewha students to head Yongho Gwanju.

"Your host loves drinking so much?"

"First of all, it's the best thing in the world."

"Clarkle, it's been a while since I've been abroad, so let's have a drink."

After a pleasant conversation with Juju, he called in the last pack.

"Yay! Isn't it the Korean-Chinese Blessing War, the giraffe of the Jongnam faction? Have you recovered from the hurt you've been beating since you won the arena?"

Bok Woo-jeon couldn't raise his head.

It was only a few days ago that he was beaten up and down for condescending to win the arena.

"I didn't mean to be condescending."

"Nome! You should learn something else before martial arts.”

Gi Gi-Gyeol kicked his tongue at the exhibition.

Jongnampa sent the results and disciples to prove that they were allies of the Volcano Federation. It is to inform that the will of the federation is the will of the group.

He gave Lee Hwon the green card.

"I've sorted out some places you might want to stop by on your way."

"As expected, the commissioner is the best."

Namgoong Chae-rin came to the end of the morning.

"Gwanju."

Lee Hwon grinned at Namgoong Chae-rin, who bowed to her.

Everyone in the federation thanked the prosecutor for his status on the day of his inauguration. Namgoong Sega's test, which is also called Jeomjungje, was amazing."

Namgoong Chae-rin looked awkward.

Didn't you pour out enough power to keep up with the sword and the sword? Because of it, I had to get sick all day, and even now I had to do a dry breakfast whenever I had free time. Nevertheless, it was far from enough to judge the status of the prosecutor or Lee Hwon.

'Damn it! I'm not making fun of you.

He said after he collected his expression.

"Hmm, we'd better get going."

Lee Hwon took a deep breath after nodding his head.

Now you're going a long way that you might not be able to come back.

I couldn't miss this opportunity, so I tried to shout with good spirit.

"Now! Then, ·····"

Then came the word of the postmortem.

"Let's go! Namgoong Sega."

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun