Volcanic Spirit

66, the best pair.

Namgoonghyuk sucked in the vinegar deeply.

Watching a man named Geomcheon squatting down and puffing out smoke, I am so amazed.

"You used to be different."

He recited, looking at the distant mountains, not Lee Hwon, who sat shoulder to shoulder.

"Chung Ha was a dear child to me. I wanted to give you a concubine, if it wasn't for the sake of a concubine. So I was very sad when he disappeared. My father did more. But isn't that it?"

One last word was directed at Lee Hwon, as if to seek sympathy.

A word of comfort or encouragement never came back.

"After all, you've changed your personality because you've been living in Chungha'

"Who knows that? This has never happened in the past. By the way, are you originally that short-tongued?"

"It depends on the person."

"It's good to be old and blinded by a knife, seeing how rude you are.”

"It's a compliment, because it means you're okay until you get old.”

Nam Gung-hyuk nodded his head gently.

"Yes. You were the first one to roast me except my father. It's raining."

He squatted back and went into the eaves. A master of absolute geography would have been able to bounce off everything outside without causing an internal attack. However, most of the masters pursued naturalness.

If there is anything dirty, avoid it and eat if hungry.

I tried to conform rather than go against it.

Most would have done so if not for Samahoedo or for the walkers.

'It's simpler than I thought.’

Lee Hwon sighed at the unexpected appearance of Nam Gung-hyuk.

If he was simple, he should have been more wary of expressing his infinite desire for a sword. For they keep their families, their families, and even the laws of the world under their desires.

"The Namgoong tax will be ruined at this rate.”

"Well."

"There's no way that the family will go back to normal because the former and the latter are trying to bring their lives to life, and they don't care about the deaths of gasoline.”

Nam Gung-hyuk shed a laugh.

"Click, so is he. I can't help it either."

"That's too irresponsible.”

"I lived in the direct line of descent, in the vertical line, in the wide range, in the empty section of the house, and in the inner part of the house. You should have left Namgung Sega if you were worried about life and death because you swore allegiance in return for it."

"That's arbitrary."

Despite Lee Hwon's grumbling, Nam didn't mind.

Rather, he seemed to enjoy talking with Lee Hwon, a master.

"It's better than the Volcano Federation. At least three generations will go if we fail. "Namgung Sega has been said to be the most powerful sword in the world for hundreds of years, so there's nothing to be desired if you listen less."

I was annoyed to mention the Volcano Federation.

"Can I talk like that? Do you want me to give you the signboard of Namgung Sega today?”

With Lee Hwon's bad words, Nam Gung-hyuk opened his eyes thinly.

"Why do people who know do this?"

“······.”

"What's the significance of the Namgoong tax if you or I complete the Simgum anyway? Gang-ho, I mean, you can keep the whole world down. Then it could be a black man, not a black man. Actually, that's a bother, too. I just want to open my heart. I wish I could see you just once before I die.”

"Crazy,"

"Click, I'm glad you said that, and I feel like I'm doing a good job.”

Lee Hwon's lips wriggled.

I've never been pushed back by his usual way of speaking. Just a while ago, Namgoonghyuk was also no match. I even played with it as if it were a flip-flop. However, after Chungha revealed her identity, Namgoonghyuk seemed to be in a state of despondency in everything except the sword.

With all the luggage thrown away, only the old man who is crazy about the sword remains.

'Oh! There's a way, but...'

Even now, Namgoonghyuk's tail wagged like crazy if he threw the deep-seated pieces of volcanoes, villains and shamans. And Lee Hwon will be restless as he wants.

But I didn't want to let you know.

"Hmm, I should have brought you a drink."

There was still a war of words between Chungha and M.E. in the imperial court. Seeing that he didn't use a knife, he seemed to still have a strand of reason left. It must be instinct to flinch strangely whenever a voice comes out.

'No matter how much I may be a hobby, going in there is a little, ····.'.'

Suddenly, I missed the mask.

If I had known this would have happened, I would not have sent him as a musician. In other words, who knew that the issue of the Namgoong tax would be solved in this way?

"Drinky."

However, as soon as Lee Hwon's appetite was restored, a bottle of alcohol appeared in front of his eyes. This is a drink given by Namgoong-hyuk, who was deeply sucking the vinegar. When I looked at it carefully, there was a small space under the pillars of the imperial court.

"Not a big deal. My father gets sensitive to Dalpo once in a while. I think I'm thinking about the realization of the Heart Sword."

Lee Hwon smiled awkwardly as he accepted the bottle.

'I don't think that's why.’

There's a saying that none of the people who give you a drink is bad. That's why Lee Hwon responded without revealing his feelings.

"It's worth it, if it's the Sim-geom."

"Hoo, drink it and give me a sip, too. It's been 30 years since we've met, so you seem to have a lot to say."

Nam Gung-hyuk looked relaxed over time went by.

He is in a state where he is trying to reach the heart of the sword after the intangible sword. Now that Chung-ha, who had been hiding her identity, appeared, she seemed to be striving for her enlightenment.

Lee Hwon also did not waste a moment of silence.

I rewrote the conversation I had with the two people.

Intangible Sword and Simgeum.

This was unprecedented not only in the Danggeum River but also decades later.

There is a story that mythical beings like the divine right and the necrotic played an intangible sword or a sword hundreds of years ago. There was no data left, nor did it continue to future generations. There was only a saying that it was so.

"In the end, Namgoonghyuk is probably between Shin Gum-il and Intangible Sword, and Chungha has become an Intangible Sword.’

Deep down in the lungs, sighs flowed out.

It was possible for Lee Hwon to spread his intangible skills.

If the bet was exchanged into the open air and secretly sent away, it would also be an intangible instrument. One intangible sword was different from the other. Sword is just a name and there is no form in itself.

It just meant sharp as a knife.

To put it simply, an intangible egg was like a child hitting an adult with the palm of his hand, and an intangible sword was like a child stabbing with a knife.

'The distance to open the Intangible Sword may be a problem, but even I'm in danger if it's near.’

How can we stop a knife that moves through space without being seen or seen?

I thought it was, but it wasn't.’

A smile rose slowly around Lee Hwon's mouth.

Didn't he have the heavenly mind that a white cow told him?

Shim Deuk of Silla, accepted by Wudang Astronomy, presented a near-precedented transfer. Although Lee Hwon's position is not foreseen, I think it is possible to predict the extent of the damage caused by the intangible sword.

'And if it's a perforated hemophilia.’

It was not impossible to stop an intangible sword if it was filled with perforated hematocarps.

Lee Hwon's eyes gradually filled with light.

Chungha only has an intangible sword, but she has four deep virtues. If Cheongha could only confirm the Shim-deuk of Shin-ma, it was obvious who would reach the Shim-gum first.

The key was one.

'How do I open Chungha's mouth?’

Lee Hwon kicked his tongue.

If there had been Talma or Jong Cho-hong, a method could have been found based on information about Namgoong Sega. Eventually, he had no choice but to find a way based on what he saw and heard.

He has replayed his memory since Chungha first appeared.

In this case, the asthma helped a lot.

If Manmaejeon satisfies both merit and discipline, Cheongwansimgeum was made only for training. Therefore, it was possible to recall clearly with a clear mind.

'At first I was surprised that there was no sign.'

I was surprised again when I poured alcohol close by because it didn't smell good.

If it weren't for the heavenly decision, Chung-ha's breastbone would have come to mind first. One of her characteristics was not Cheongha's figure, but her own. After recalling every move of Cheongha, we shared what was needed and what was not. Throw away things to throw away, get drunk and list the information. Numerous information passed through me, such as delicacy and ups and downs of character, and heart and soul and lingering feelings.

Hana Yi Hwon finally found something right.

No scar, no incense, no spirit.

These are the transfers Chungha has made due to Shinma's deep acquisition.

However, the memory of it could be found not after the regression but before the regression.

"Samsinbong."

With Lee Hwon's recitation, Nam Gung-hyuk narrowed his forehead.

After lighting a new light at the beginning of the year, he only looks at the raindrops on his eaves, sucking in smoke.

Lee Hwon's eyes, on the other hand, shone brilliantly.

'Yes, it's Samshin Peak!

Before returning, there was a living water that was only rumored only.

Samsinbong Peak

No trace, no smell, no shadow.

And the target said he died without even a wound, as if he had been stung by a bee. No one can tell how many such murders were committed by Samsinbong. However, rumors have been circulating that only two murders would be impossible unless they were Samsinbong.

Moorim-blind general and Shaolin.

This is because the best head of the Jungwon, which is not a step away from the inner quarters of Maeng, and the best Buddhist figure in the Jungwon, who lives only inside the fortress of Sorimsa Temple, died.

Lee Hwon took a rough breath.

If he did his best, he could kill the general and the chief. It was impossible to kill without a trace.

'But an intangible sword is possible.’

In normal cases, the case would be investigated based on motivation, leading to a plethora of cases. But Lee Hwon was the opposite. Knowing the pleural fluid made it possible to know the incident and trace the motive.

'They're the ones who won't even blink if the Namgoong tax breaks. They are only those who seek to complete the sword, so all their words and actions in the future are one thing they seek.’

Lee Hwon raised himself up.

"Go in?"

Nam Gung-hyeok looked up with an expression of "unbelievable."

Instead of answering, Lee Hwon opened the door to the imperial court.

Whenever he was in trouble, he always tried to solve it the same way.

Just throw it and watch it'

The eyes of the prosecutor and Chung-ha, who were arguing with each other, were focused.

Lee Hwon recited a word with conviction.

"Want to get a heart test?”

The postmortem said he was a madman, and Chungha joined hands like a girl in love.

"Okju, aren't you going out?"

Cheongha was completely different when dealing with Yi Hwon and the sword. As if they were sisters, or siblings, who had not been on good terms since childhood.

"Lee Hwon is like my grandson. Dal-su left it to me. So I'll see what kind of drug you're trying to use to cheat on my baby!"

At the postmortem threat, Cheng-ha squinted her eyes.

"Do you want to be young?”

"Hung! Bullshit. Where is anything as beautiful as the traces of time?"

Hana Lee Hwon saw it.

Her eyes, which were as firm as a diamond, lost their focus and shook. Chungha responded by sniffing at the doctor because she didn't even look at him in the first place.

"Yes, if it's fun to live in squirm, it's the way to live."

"Why don't you stop picking on me and let your son out?"

Namgoong-hyuk mumbled, glancing at Chungha's countenance.

"Here's the Namgoong tax."

Four people sat face to face claiming that they were each qualified.

Chungha asked with a serious look.

"I don't doubt the words of the prosecutor. One I believe that Shim-deuk I heard is bigger than everything I got from the song. You'll have to prove it if you're going to extract the deep-seated from me like that."

He looks like he is united with a great deal of confidence.

No one had ever reached it in all ages if it were the Simgum. It was only made because of the argument that if there is an intangible sword, the stomach should be made in advance, as is always the case with the boss.

Lee Hwon made a secret move.

"The Divine Spirit is a bizarre transfer that has never been revealed in the world of humanity. So, ····."."."

A moment's silence drew attention to three people.

"Even if you were a military commander of the armed forces or Shaolin Temple, you wouldn't get anything."

At that moment, Chung-ha's eyes changed.

Lee Hwon clenched his fist under the table.

As he expected, Cheongha, who had no further development within the Namgoong tax, planned to visit the smartest and the most educated soon.

"So you'd do it?"

The day began to rise with a soft voice.

Hana Lee Hwon nodded her head without hesitation.

"The devils only respond to each other. So it doesn't make any difference if you hang out with someone who doesn't get the full benefit of Shinma."

"That's just your idea."

"It's not an idea, it's evidence.”

Lee Hwon pointed at himself and said,

"How many deep do you think I have in me?"

This was one of the questions and answers that Cheongha proposed to Namgoonghyuk and Yi Hwon exchanged. Chungha did not want an answer, nor did Yi Hwon try to open his mouth.

I just spread it out by maximizing my blood circulation.

Chungha will know.

Isn't it too large, too wide, and deep natural to be said to have originated from one deep-seated source?

Chungha closed her eyes.

And the mouth opened.

"For me, the sword is not to embrace, but to erase. "Because you don't see what you see, hear what you hear, don't move your fingers, don't walk your feet, ······."."

Ten days have passed.

One or four people solved everything in the imperial court.

This is because he was worried that only others except him would realize something.

"If you replace your body with a sword, it doesn't fit the heart and ears of a mountain musician."

"It's not a sword, it's a sword itself. Don't be tied to your body. You've learned this for decades, and yet you haven't sorted out the concept?"

With a word of irritation from the postmortem, Namkoonghyuk shut his mouth like a honeyed mute. After a brief pause, Suha's cry was heard outside the imperial court.

"Gaju! A mysterious presence is forcing us to break through a guard post outside Changchun Castle."

"Send a come. Sending envoys. Tell them to stop themselves!"

Suha receded due to Namgoonghyuk's irritating cry.

Suha, who returned shortly after one, made a second report.

"He's the devil of a mountain musician. "If you don't give me your shares right now, I'll break down the front door."

Four people's eyes met in the air.

"Get out."

Lee Hwon shrugged and refused.

"Why me?"

"He said he was looking for you.”

"It's the Namgoong tax, and it's the housekeeper.”

"It's funny that I'm going out to get the Sandongak's gasoline. So for now, my father, who is acting as a quarrel."

"Okju!"

Eventually, demons and demons became the first foreigners to enter the imperial court without anyone's restraint.

The devil came running with a long javelin in his grasp and then faltered.

"Seeing her unlucky face, is she the granddaughter of Namgoong Chun-woon?"

"Are you the grandson of a bad fortune because you're corrupt?"

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun