Volcanic Spirit

The armpiter nodded.

"I'll keep an eye on you. We'll keep no one in or out for two days!"

Then a cry of exclamation came out.

It is Suamja, the fourth of the female ship.

He was straight from the start, but weak. It was not that special for him to succeed the independents. Even now, Jang Mun-in even tried to avoid violating the cause by discussing the great events of the literary sect with Suamja.

"Long sentence death sentence! What do you mean a beacon?"

"Father, that's what happened."

Suamja led the old saying and hurried on.

"No, there must be a reason why it happened to the death penalty. I've seen the death penalty all my life, but I'm the servant of the Heavenly Dragon War. It can't be."

"We all think so."

"So even more, no doors. It is the owner of the Chumseongwan who knows Cheonryongjeon the best in the Danggeum Gangho."

"I suppose so."

Long Moon-in's reply grew shorter and shorter.

One male amateurs continued to speak without being aware of it.

"He'll figure out why the death penalty went away. Let's leave it to him. Although the reviews of the Chaffangwanju are polar opposites, what has happened on the volcano is not someone who won'

Bang!

The Long Moon-in closed the door, and turned round.

"The volcano and the shaman are different. The shaman has been the center of the Gangho for many generations, and has never walked left. Volcanoes will fall and rise. As soon as Hana waves, the whole jungle shakes! Now who can the fighters of the political faction trust? Kang Ho's eldest son, the shaman's double-edged line, has become like that. Fathers and mothers, masters and children will open hells that you don't believe in!"

The male and female sighed.

"Ha, the real reason is to protect the prestige of the shaman and the reputation of the death penalty. The truth doesn't change when you wrap it in any rhetoric."

"That's enough."

Jang Moon-in shouted to Jeam-ja, leaving the male and female behind.

"They're called demons, right? You can't make a living! The priest shall defend himself with all his might from the Moon faction!"

"I will."

The armpiter turned quickly, apparently concerned that Jang might change his mind. The existence of Lee Hwon in his head was not engraved as a drunkard or a bayonet, but as a hobby.

*

Lee Hwon's face was full of laughter because he could not understand the situation of the village of Mudang. Wudangsan Mountain has risen by half, but no one is still blocking the way. It meant that the shamans were united together.

"Good for you. A glance will pick out all the bad guys."

The devil shrugged his shoulders.

"Will the Wudangites give their disciples away?"

Lee Hwon said with a grin.

"You know the words that the political factions use like the reports of the war."

The mama added, "Is there anything that comes to mind?"

"The most famous thing is not to be tied to the political situation because the apocalypse is the foundation of the political faction."

"Yes, that's it."

Why is it necessary to beat a bad guy to death?

If you think you're in a shaman or Shaolin temple, wouldn't you feel so sorry for the helpless villains?

That's why we're just beating them all to death.

"Then there's no backbiting."

"It's refreshing, but I can't get used to it."

The devil's grumbling made the devil laugh.

"That's why it's said that giving a beggar a million dollars can't be spent."

"Would you like me to skewer you first before the independents?”

Lee Hwon slipped the reins.

After taking the lead, I looked back at the two.

'It's a pretty funny relationship.

roam the river When you see it, you get along with all you see. Recalling the memories before the return, the dirtiest and most despicable companions were all elderly. In particular, before becoming a master and defending himself, there were many slaves.

Hana and the devil were different.

Yi Hwon's strength was purely acknowledged, and he accepted that he was the leader of the group. They already wanted to spend their newly given lives worth more than their interests and honor. To the extent that he passed on the family he had kept for the rest of his life to his children.

'Except for the noise, there's no old man like this.'

According to Talma, they fight five times every other day. Three of them are verbal fights, and two are actually using force. But he didn't bleed or injure himself. And the topic that once fought did not come up again, and mingled as if nothing had happened.

We know each other.

There are only a few people left who can call them friends or become friends.

"The top door is closed."

"It means a beacon."

The devil narrowed his brow to the answer of the mare.

"You know we're coming?"

"It's proof that you don't want to mess with the demons, or that you have something on your head."

"That's too extreme. But I agree."

The Gangho people referred to Yi Hwon as the strongest among the political circles.

It is also true that Changchunpyeong clearly devoted itself to political factions. Therefore, he called himself Chumala, and even though he had collected demons, he was not publicly accused. How can anyone blame him for such an invocation?

"If the world had gone according to the order of things, I wouldn't have been told the truth."

Lee Hwon stood in front of the hearing with a grin.

He tilted his head one by one.

"Strange?"

"Why?"

"There's a huge number gathered beyond the hearing."

"You must be a shaman."

"But I can't feel any signs of a ganglim wedding. You're as innocent as you've never seen before. I'm sure there was a man connected to Cheonryongjeon Hall."

The devil laughed in vain.

"The formation can't be wrong, ···.".".""

The mare was told.

"Something happened to the independents."

The devil stepped out first.

"I really wanted to try it once or twice. Like this, the door of the independents, who boast the most powerful power in the Gangho!"

The moment he swung the spear and hit it, it seemed like a bolt of lightning. And at the same time, the walls of Wudangpa fell like sand castles with a roar.

"Coward. If you're going to break the fence, why do you talk?"

"Come to think of it, if you touch the sign of the shaman, you'll be really public."

"It's an excuse like you."

Lee Hwon beckoned those who exchanged their own conversations.

"You've got to take care of them, too."

In front of Jassogung Palace was full of Mudangpa's gateways.

The number reached 150 or so.

All the great disciples came forward, and the ten-year-old, called the pride of the shaman, had his disciples.

Hana failed to impress Lee and his party.

"What are you doing?"

"Do you want to fight?"

The enemy came forward.

"If you were a musician and a disciple of the Namgung Palace, you would have figured out that Bon Fah was at the gate. What is the reason for breaking in like the wicked?"

"There's someone our big brother needs to meet.The more."

"Go back, if you leave now because there is an important matter in this faction, I will send it to you."

Lee Hwon pulled his chin.

"You can't see the shaman twins."

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Cheonnyongjeon matters."

The enemy blacksmith gave a gag.

"Shut up! Don't mention the bitter name of Cheonryongjeon in Doga's home!"

Bang!

Lee Hwon stamped his foot.

At that moment, the twenty or so sheets of blue stones shook like waves.

"Stop it!"

The school of shamanism tried to block it in a lump.

One they all bounced back, throwing up blood.

Lee Hwon frowned and recited.

"Through."

The devil fixed the window with a nod.

"The lead is always me."

"Originally, they do all the wrong things."

The devil ran with a grin at the mama's joke.

It was fun enough to laugh at low-quality jokes.

Isn't it a great opportunity to shake the Wudang faction, which I have regarded as being on the clouds all my life?

Bang!

The moment the devil jumped up the smoke screen, the enemy shouted.

"Daecheon-gangbukdujin, open."

Two great disciples took charge of the head and tail of the Northern Dynasties, and thirty-four disciples stood in a long line. Once you start moving, you will not stop until you embroider the night sky.

The devil deliberately stepped down in the middle of the Daecheon River Northdujin.

[It's so clean even if it's clean.]

The meaning of Lee Hwon's electric tone was obvious.

[If it's not the Gangrim wedding, then the shamanists are allies.]

The devil nodded gladly.

[I won't kill you.]

That was possible enough.

"I will explore the Daecheon-Gangbukdujin of Wudang with the Wudang's Wall-Energy Singing Method!"

The Act on the Creation of the Wall had been completely transformed by the Ten-Jeonjin Brain Drill, which was the heart of the Silla Dynasty. However, today's event will spread rumors that Shandong's military exploits have surpassed the shamanic faction.

"Come!"

The Daecheon River Bukdujin was unfolded with the devil's words.

The mama was relaxed even though the devil was in the middle of the enemy camp.

"The hermit ship is certainly strong."

"How many are there?"

"It's mostly in clothes. But I can't see the Long Moon Man, the head of Dormac, and the shaman's double eyelids. Like the big horse, I think something's wrong."

Yi Hwon asked, looking at Jaseogung, who stood tall beyond the Yeonmugun.

"Have you ever been to the shamanists?"

"They used to come here a lot when they had runny noses. Because the Namgoongsega was closer to the shaman than Zhuge Liang."

"Is there any special place in the Wudangpa precincts, except for the Long Moon Man's residence?"

"Mudang is the placenta of the political faction. It's all open to the public before and after the investigation. It's a foot of pride. Only one place is off limits to foreigners."

"Long Moon Man's quarters."

The mama nodded and pointed in one direction.

"But at the back of Jassogung there is good faith."

Lee Hwon opened his eyes thinly.

Even if you feel the memory before your return, it is an unfamiliar truth.

However, it was natural not to know after hearing the explanation of the mama.

Originally, the highest peak in Mudangsan Mountain was Cheonjubong, not Jasobong. Nevertheless, it was for good faith that the gatekeepers were established at Jaseobong Peak.

a heavenly truth made by the grace of Mother Nature

It was the last bastion of independents who knew how to get in. In Gangho, it was a secret that only a few people knew, and never told.

Of course, it did not apply to Namgoongcheonun, who became a mare.

"It's not man-made, so even if it's large, you'll have to go all out to move on. We don't know what would happen if we were attacked then."

the head of a river

Lee Hwon shifted his steps, breaking his fingers.

"I need to show you why I'm a big guy."

And ran straight out.

After a five-shot dash, it soared into the air.

[Don't let it get you down.]

A small whirlwind swung in the air with the electric sound of the mare.

They sent an intangible sword to stimulate space to create wind.

Yi Hwon stepped on the stairs made of an intangible sword and jumped over the palace at a sigh.

"Attractive Heavenly Emperor!"

"I can't believe I've seen the air.”

At a moment's unreal sight, the female students of the shaman's boat were speechless. And the good faith that unfolded in the patronage of Jaseogung did not stop Yi Hwon.

The perforated helix of the Ten Castle was a natural base itself.

Yi Hwon went through the good lines and went straight down.

"Stop! This is a shaman's temple! Access to and from foreigners, ··."."."

The writer blocked Mundo's warning.

"It's done. We can't stop him as long as we've passed the good offices."

It was inevitable whether it was the will of heaven or the force of arms, as Jang Moon-in said.

"What about Mudang twins?"

Yi Hwon inquired of the unwritten and double-edged events.

After gently closing his eyes and breathing a breath, Jang opened the door to reveal his patronage. Even at this moment there was a white-haired old man sitting there expressing joy and sorrow meaninglessly.

"It seems like Kangrim's wedding is in full swing."

Lee Hwon narrowed his forehead.

"Are you a cheongamja?"

Jang Moon-in said with a nod.

"Huuu, I've been with you for decades, but I didn't know if the death penalty had such a secret. It's my responsibility that all this is a long sentence."

"Strange. The traitor has changed."

"What was that sound?"

Lee Hwon added with an irritated look on his face.

"It is not Cheongam but Baekam that communicates with Cheonnyongjeon Hall. That old man is just a drunk-loving parcerer.”

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun