Volcanic Spirit

67, Cheonryongjeon's plan was plausible.

have mastered an intangible sword

It was impossible to explain one thing.

"So as Chun-ha said, I'm erasing myself, and it's like cutting a bat. I erased it all and looked at the other person, and it became an intangible sword."

The postmortem, the devil, and Namgoonghyuk tapped on the chest.

"Ah! What the hell is that?”

"You're making fun of us, brother?"

"Phew, you're saying the same thing as your father."

One Chung-ha smiled, hitting the table.

"Right? Erased it all, and when I saw my opponent, he was there!"

There was a situation in which everyone was frustrated, as if they were using a different regional dialect.

At that time, the mask blinked my eyes and put a glass and a bottle of liquor.

"So let's say you're the big brother in the wine glass, and the enemy in the bottle. This is how they usually attack, isn't it?”

As soon as he pushed the glass, he slipped on the table and hit the bottle. And the second spilled the wine from the glass to soak the bottle.

"But you said the Intangible Sword had to erase this glass. Then the patterns and shapes will disappear. Now! The glasses are gone."

Then he poured the wine out of the glass and put it away.

"If Cheongha, or Namgoong Chun-woon's spirit was left after erasing everything, stand. Let's say there's the spirit of Namgung Chun-woon at this point."

The old monsters kicked their tongues and showed signs of weakness.

He took out chopsticks, regardless of the mask.

And put it between the glass and the bottle.

"This is the spirit. Got it? Now! I erased it all. I saw the other person. It turns into an intangible sword. Isn't that it?"

He grabbed the chopsticks with a sour look on his face. Then I dipped the liquor on the table with chopsticks and dropped it onto the bottle.

A drop of liquor flowed through the bottle.

Namgoong Hyuk showed his anger.

"What are you doing?”

As soon as the horse of Hana Talma came out, it became quiet enough to hear the sound of a baby ant passing by.

"Look, there's no sign on the table and the glass has reached the bottle. Lack of explanation?"

This time, I got up from my seat after taking a picture of alcohol with chopsticks. Then he moved the chopsticks to the top of the bottle and then lowered them, and the chopsticks themselves shook, stuck in the bottle.

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"I don't know what an intangible person is. So let's say that an intangible sword is like a gesture of God. Then, you can't see who sent you up when you go up and down so high that humans can't see it. Isn't it an intangible sword if you create this process for a moment?"

Chungha let out an exclamation, flabby in the chair.

"Huhhhhhh."

The postmortem and the devil stared through the scraps on the table.

The focus gradually faded from the eyes of the two.

And soon there was a feeling of confusion and into each other's world.

"What is it? What is it? It was a piece of shit, wasn't it?”

Only Namgoong-hyuk muttered as if he were looking for a winter solstice, and was silent with one touch of Chungha's hand gesture. His eyes were rolling like a cow, and he was about to shed tears.

And Lee Hwon stroked the head of the mask.

"My brother can't be this smart. Maybe the next first person in the world will be you."

The mask put the corners of his mouth on Lee Hwon's joke.

"Maybe it's because I've been away from my brother and I've been drinking less. I'm getting smarter!

For the time being, the subject of the Intangible Sword will not disappear in the exhibition.

Hana Lee Hwon has already headed for the next step.

For him, an intangible sword is an extension of the movement of things with a old-fashioned brickwork. Moving what was seen, only changing what was invisible to moving.

This time again, it seemed that the heavenly mind was used.

'Sixteen is not far away.’

Lee Hwon drew in his head the next step of the perforated hemophilia.

I think I'm going to have a taste of perforation now.

The distance between Namgung Sega and Jamsan is a hundred li.

It wasn't too far for the Gangho people.

Namgoong Sega did not pay attention to Jamsan because he had to cross the Han River.

Maybe that's why.

Located under Jamsan Mountain, the guesthouse was desolate.

Not only merchants and fliers, but also the people of the two countries have made their way to Mt. Guhwasan, where safety is guaranteed. And to move west, we used the water stream of the Chang River. So Jamsan was left as a remote village where nothing special could be found.

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The guesthouse used the name Yangpung as if it contained the wind of its owner. Instead of an auspicious wind, there was a wind full of blood.

The black man touched the glass regularly.

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Eventually the glass flipped over and the wine poured out, and the cheap liquor spread out.

Only then did he raise his head and stare ahead.

There were two old men, just like them, sitting there with uncomfortable faces. If Lee Hwon had seen it, he would have split his head right away, saying, "It's a history of thought that I met with Jongnam faction and Bonghwanghoe."

"The military is wiped out, and there are only two thoughts left."

"I've heard you have a substantial stake in the black in the matter.

The old man on the right spoke.

As the black man smiled, the man sitting on the left added a horse.

"Did you call us to push us into the limb?"

As a thinker who controls anger, his eyes are as sharp as a blade.

Hana Blackie tilted her head for a moment instead of answering, then said with a grin.

"I can't tell by sight. Let's change the name since it's just the two of us. M노no and Yangno, what do you say?"

The two elderly men opened their eyes instead of being angry at the word that they would change the name given by Chen Ryong. The apostle always had to laugh, as they had to be angry. He was a servant who had to laugh until the moment he was slapped, stabbed, and killed.

However, the black man gave off a cool look when he talked about the yin and yangno.

"You, how?"

"Is it because he was the first apostle?"

Instead of answering back to two old men, the black man closed his eyes and then opened his eyes. Then again the article took place. "Isn't the black man's eyes twisting like naturalization?

"What the hell is going on?"

asked in a dreary tone, as if the black man had pulled from the breast.

"The Heavenly Dragon sent you to me. Do you admit that you gave me the right to life and death?"

The old man on the right shook his whole body and nodded.

"I admit, I will be a sinner."

"I will also become a slave and obey the orders of the black."

The black man's face was filled with laughter.

"Okay, what if the apostles had joined forces from the beginning and gathered the core of Shinma? More than half are dead, but let's work together now to help Heavenly Dragon."

Mno and Yangno bowed their heads instead of answering.

The black man stretched out his arms and held the hands of the yunno and the yuno.

"Oh! You must have brought along all the forces you've built so far, right?

"People from Gangso-seong Fortress are waiting at Gyeongseongsan Mountain. It's a half-difficult distance from Changchun, so we'll have it out anytime you want."

Following the answer of Mno, Yang replied, "Let's not lose."

"People from Pohang are going back to the Chang River. We'll wait first in the glasses and then head for sulfuric acid if there's an order in black."

"Good. There are fighters from the lion forest and Seokgajang in Jamsan. It wouldn't be a problem to call it a Namgoong tax if we moved together in time."

This time, Mno and Yangno also flashed their eyes.

Three of the six Simdeoks are gathered inside the current Namgung Sega. And they told me that Chennyong earned his second deep-seated victory after the Gangrim wedding, and his third in recent years.

"If you get three things from the Namgoong tax,"

"The decades of darkness are now over!"

While the two were determined, the black man turned to the other side's treatment.

And spent half a day there.

The first time I visited him was the lion's rim. He let out a murmur at the sight of a black man who was once his son. One black man rather enjoyed the dim eyes of the lion's liars.

"What's the matter?"

The emotion disappeared from the expression of the Lion Rim-ju, and soon a calm word came in.

"The messenger will arrive before nightfall with the Sakyamuni fighters. It's been a dozens of days' journey from Habuk to here, so you'll have to take a day off."

The black man grinned as he saw the vast expanse of Changchun across the Chang River.

"As time goes by, the Namgoong world is turning toward us. So give me three days' rest.

"I will."

The lion's rims have receded.

He had brought all three hundred masters of the lion's forest. The literary circle, which has been in the Sambi family for hundreds of years, may be ruined, but there was no shaking in its gait.

For three days, the area around Jamsan was crowded with outsiders.

Surprisingly, however, not only the opening and the Hao Gate but also the Namgoongse were not suspicious.

Meanwhile, a man with the same face appeared in front of a black man. The only difference from black is that it's just red from head to toe. Among the musketeers were Hong Ui-in, who survived along with black clothing.

"Hong's."

"Black."

"Are you ready?"

The lips of the red-faced man were curiously twisted.

It seemed awkward to have to smile at someone who looks the same.

"As you said, the Namgoong world is different. Everything is going back for a specific place in my house. That's why I couldn't help but lose interest in the outside world.”

"Okay, it's about time."

The black man quickly added a word before the red man opened his mouth.

"I want you to direct this. All the balls belong to you, ·······."

"What's wrong with you?"

"If you're not confident, you can step down. Of course, I'm going to cross the lion's forest and the Sakyamuni's power."

The Hong Ui-in's smile spread thickly.

The black man's power was one of the most powerful sensitivities in the world. In addition to that, there was a yin and yangno, and there was a certain bait to draw out the enemy.

"I'll take over."

The black man nodded and spoke.

"I have a small favor to ask instead."

The Hong Ui-in doubted if the black man was playing tricks. He nodded his head in delight at the following words.

"Wear my clothes. For some reason, Lee Hwon often loses his temper when I'm the only one involved.”

"As much as you like."

The black man handed over extra clothes, and the red man changed quickly.

"Then I'll leave you."

"You won't see it?”

When asked about Hong Ui-in's doubts, the black man said, showing his palm.

"That's not the end. Now that we have to find the sword, we're going to discuss it with the apostle."

Ahn Hwi-seong itself is floating.

The situation was not desirable for a Hong Ui-in.

"I won't see you off. What about bait?

"I'm leaving tonight. Don't worry about it. Like I said, there was a gap after Lee Hwon entered Namgung Sega. I hope you will succeed and become one of the pillars of your great work."

The black man left, and the red man attracted all the forces of Cheollyongjeon Hall, which had spread around Jamsan Mountain. And that night a slender-bodied woman crossed the Chang River out of Jamsan.

It was a peaceful, pleasant and satisfying day.

Drink as much as you want, and discuss the herd until you get tired of it.

If it weren't for Namgoong-hyuk's moaning, it would have been as enjoyable as the commissioned officer.

"My name is Namgoong Seryong, the owner of a small house."

A middle-aged man in his 40s bowed deeply to Lee Hwon. Although he was polite as if he were an adult, his eyes were full of complaints.

Nam Gung-hyuk smiled at the scene.

"Khaha! He's my son, but I'm the guy. Wouldn't this be enough to take over the rent?"

Chungha shouted out as if she were listening.

However, Chung-ha continued to be ignorant because he claimed to play the role of a quarrel, and instead, the devil snorted and said.

"Well, shouldn't we close the building at that age, since we've only passed the Samhwa administration and reached the anti-Park faction?"

The cow's face is distorted.

Hana nodded and accepted the rude devil's words.

"Seryong? There's still a long way to go to inherit Changchun's sword. Make your vision wider, with daily straight forwardness. Then you'll see your destination soon."

The cow's owner drew an awkward smile as if he could not have let it slip in his ear until the end of the postmortem.

"I will."

Namgoong-hyuk grumbled after returning the cow's liquor.

"Ha! How long should I keep my place where I's place?"

Chungha threw the mop that was wiping the table.

"You will go until I allow you! At least I don't allow it to decline the family business that my predecessors have built!"

Perhaps the problem was that she had to mop the house due to the sudden emergence of cow housekeeping. Chungha tried to reprimand Namgoong-hyuk with a pointed voice, but soon saved his words.

Everyone here could know.

The cow's owner, Namgoong Se-ryong, came running with a woman hugging him.

"Are you trying to get a concubine out of nowhere?"

The devil grumbled with laughter.

"Pretty. Oh! And you know him."

Lee Hwon's eyes widened to tears.

"White cow!"

Why did the white cow who was supposed to stay in Mudangsan Mountain show up at Namgung Sega?

"I gave him the confidence of the independents and told him that he should meet the chief of staff right now. It looked like something important, so I brought it right away.

When Lee Hwon revealed the identity of the white cow, the doctor rushed in.

As she injected a history into the haggard white cow's back, her complexion turned red.

"Uhhhh."

"Does your mind come to you?"

The white cow curled up by strangers, and when she saw Lee Hwon, she hurriedly held hands and shouted.

"Eun Gong, Master is alive!"

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun