Volcanic Spirit

93, Masu.

Shinma reached out her hands to Yi Hwon.

"Let's go to hell with me and be together for eternity. Wouldn't that make you feel attached to it and want to share it?"

"Was this bastard been hiding for so long that he was hungry for friendliness? Why are you so clingy?”

Yi Hwon pulled out his blood and tried to bounce off the spirit of the new horse.

I couldn't move one by one.

If it had been Shinma's deep gain, her blood would have quickly risen.

However, the true line of life of the Chukyongno-do was added to the Simdeok of Silla. That's why I couldn't even handle Lee Hwon. In the end, I had to be satisfied that I drew a line with all my life's energy, as the meaning of the first line of life.

'Cause if you look before the return, you've been to hell a few times.’

I'm just trying to appease my disappointment.

Then someone put his hand on Lee Hwon's back.

"If you die, who will manage the liquor of Nakanbong Peak?"

He was a sucker.

"Teacher?"

As soon as Lee Hwon struggled to say a word without turning his head, his whole body began to feel energized. Lee Hwon's eyes were as big as a tear.

The genesis front is irreversible.

The only thing left for the man who consumed his life is death.

However, it was not just to fill the Danjeon or to stir up energy in the blood veins.

"Ah."

"That's what the old man said. Just as there is a shadow where there is light, if there is a true life, there will be regeneration."

Lee Hwon recalled at that moment that two old men, from Hyeongsan to Magyo, clung together like one.

"Ha, I thought you were learning the line of birth at best.”

"I've lived longer than all the time in your life combined. So wouldn't you be treated like an adult if you had a tie that neither you nor Shinma knew?"

"Uhhhhhh."

Lee Hwon opened his eyes.

If it was painful as if someone was bringing out the spirit through the top of his head before his return, this time it was painful as if he was poking it through the top of his head.

In the meantime, Shinma snorted.

"Yes, it wouldn't be bad to go to hell together alive."

Lee Hwon was disgusted and tried to move himself.

It was impossible for the body to move straight no matter how much blood it was.

Then a word of a manga came to Lee Hwon's ear.

"Now that you know reincarnation, your true life naturally follows you."

The manga-flavored man carried a sword.

"No, open it and you'll die."

Lee Hwon clenched his teeth and recited a difficult word.

The chariot swung the sword without hesitation.

Argh!

Shinma's new model has been split in half.

At that moment, the stench that was rising from the ground disappeared.

And Shinma's new model slowly began to dissipate.

"Uh, uh! What kind of harmony is this?"

He did not lose his composure even when his back was blocked and he was dragged to hell. The charlatan spoke as he watched the sudden appearance of Shinma's embarrassment.

"You are so arrogant. You chose hell where the spirit lives, even if it's painful, to be united with Mother Nature. I knew that, but I couldn't just let it go."

The netherd waved his hand.

"Go away now."

Until the moment of its demise, Shinma tried to leave her mark with all kinds of curses and resentment. No one could feel the spirit of the Silla Dynasty when every single particle of dust disappeared without a trace.

The charlatan sat with his legs crossed.

"Why did you do that?"

Yi Hwon still had an uncomfortable body and moved on his knees. The manga-flavored man only leaves a will with his eyes closed.

"Okju is dead. I'll leave the volcano to you."

"Ah."

Lee Hwon shook his head with sigh.

However, he exclaimed as if he had seen a ghost.

"Uh, uh, uh!"

Lee Hwon raised his head and opened his eyes wide.

Even though Shinma is gone, the light group is gathering again in the air.

"You don't think so?"

Lee Hwon raised himself with his teeth clenched.

This time, he tried to tear it apart and make it impossible to stick out his head even after a long time.

However, the light of the slowly moving sun gathered together over time. As soon as the light reached the nether, his new model began to melt like snow. The sight of the melting of the human body would be hideous.

솨아아아아아

However, the sight of the disappearance of a manga lover made a person so reverent that it could not be described in words.

"Teacher, ··."."·.""

Even Lee Hwon barely uttered a word.

The body of the manga-chug turned into powder and then slowly shot up into the sky in the gusty wind. Not a single cloud was seen in the sky until all the traces were gone. And it was when the sun, which had only been shining on one place, began to shine on the whole world again.

"The other day, Nodo said that to the Manga."

The lord approached and spoke politely.

"Just as there is a light, there is a shadow, so is the light."

Lee Hwon blinked.

The harmony of the sky is something that cannot be understood by the human head. And even though I saw the transfer in person before my eyes, I still couldn't understand it.

"If you didn't want to be in the race, don't go to the end.”

All he had to do was grumble out his regret for the loser.

Lee Hwon came back with a bottle of rolling liquor on the floor.

Then he looked at the seat where the manga was sitting and asked Maeng-ju.

"Can I plant plum flowers here?"

The lord nodded without a moment's hesitation.

"I'd like to ask you first to make sure that the spirit of the manga is conveyed for a long time.”

Lee Hwon expressed his gratitude with a light smile.

The blind retorted carefully.

"Gwanju is now a small head of state, so why don't you join us in the blind and work for the common people?”

Lee Hwon tilted the bottle and said,

"With the magic gone, the political wave will rot."

"In order to prepare for that, the official residence,·······"

Before the end of the Lord's words, Lee Hwon turned around.

"I'm going to the volcano. Because you can watch everything there."

The monsters moved along Yi Hwon.

The blind spit out their backs, looking at their backs.

'If he comes down from the volcano, there will be blood and wind in the lake.'

Quite a long time has passed.

The world has changed so much.

The law and example, which had remained strong so far, have lost their strength since Shinma's deep-rooted virtues have spread throughout the world. One is also the law and example created by the strong. The fighters who live in a new world have again achieved law and example.

You would have had to.

If someone is willing to give up the help and righteousness that they should have if they are human, they have appeared.

an evil spirit

They call it the world of political factions, and they use the name Ma without hesitation. No one knew how many heads they had, and it was not known who they belonged to.

Only two things have been passed on.

Their base is a volcano.

Their head was called the god of the horse, the god of the horse.

That’s right.

In the new Gangho, it was not strange for a demon to live on a volcano that was a symbol of political factions.

And Masin liked drinking.

Very much, fanatically, tirelessly every moment.

"Oh, I drank too much today."

Masin, who settled in Nakanbong Peak of Volcano, was drunk and unconscious again today, and is dreaming for the first time in a long time.

It was also a dream made from memories before the return.

It is probably a place called Yarim.

It is a small forest spread out along the coast of Bokju, south of the central region.

Originally, it was a place where women and people took a rest from the sea breeze, but today it is very quiet. The smell of alcohol and meat, which had nothing to do with those who had no money, vibrated.

"What a beautiful view."

The talismans scratched their hips and exclaimed.

And soon he scratched his hips and poked through his tangled hair, and after a while he picked his nose. It's a habit that comes out when you want to do something but can't.

Lee Hwon wanted to smile at the same hair loss before and after his return.

But he was like a stranger in a dream.

As evidence, he cursed before returning to Korea, which he was now unfamiliar.

"The ignorant, dirty bastard."

He delivered a speech to the demons.

"The scenery is all there and there. What's important is what you're going to do, what you can do?"

The black horse, who was fiddling with the sword of the dark color on one side, smiled, showing its unusually white teeth.

Lee Hwon drooped.

Come to think of it, I haven't seen a black horse in this life.

Perhaps his track record has changed the life of a sword. It was a pity for a moment, but the moment I heard a fishy remark from him, my longing quickly disappeared.

"Would you like a game?”

"Suddenly?"

The black horse dug up the ground half-mixed with sand and soil.

"Look. It goes down every time I walk. It's rare to have a fight in a place like this. So, Daejang, let's compete with me after a long time.”

"You had a fight before half-ditch. Did you get hit by me and have amnesia?”

When the hobby laughed in vain, the mask clapped and responded.

"Fight! Fight! Ah! You can't watch the fight for free. Now! I'll give this to the winning side as a gift.”

The mask shouted curiously and threw the old brochure to the ground.

all-round eight-way traffic

Just by looking at the title written in the same handwriting, it was clear that it was an old secret.

The taste blinked.

"What is it?"

The mask was speechless.

"When I went to buy meat yesterday, I had an old man who looked very rich, ··."."."."."."

It means I did it stealthily.

You cannot know the owner of the item because you stole it from the side of the road, nor do you know the authenticity of the stolen item because it is black eyes. He would have stolen something that seemed instinctively precious, just as the nickname Talma was.

But it's easy to solve a question.

Talma asked Saekma, who was grilling meat, as if dealing with a life-or-death enemy.

"Hey! What is this?"

Hana did not even pretend to hear it.

The mask poked his lips and jagged at the drunkard.

In the end, it was the moment when he was about to breathe out.

"Hmm, that's the color, ······."

Saekma said as if she had waited.

"Older brother, that's the Almighty Eight Bundles. It's the best. When we divide the military service in Hao Gate, we treat the Almighty Eight as the best. So if Almighty Eight is taken out of the lake, it'll probably kill quite a lot."

When I tapped, all the information about the almighty number was poured out.

"Almighty Palbeondo is a mighty warrior. I also told you about this last time, right? Ten people to avoid and ten to guard against. The Great Dipper is the latter. So there won't be much risk if you take care of that fat."

"Uh, thank you.”

At the word of the Chu-ma, Saek-ma smiled brightly as if she had acquired the world.

"If you tell me, I'll find out everything. You just sit still and drink."

"How could he have lived without a giant?"

The demons grumbled, but they didn't care about the color.

"Wait a little bit. I'll grill it right away."

The mask spat on the back of the sakma and coughed in vain.

"Hmm! Anyway, this is such a great uhh! Who did you say? It's the old man's military pay anyway. We'll give it to the winner as a prize!"

The hobby flopped down.

"Nobody."

The same was true of the sword.

"The sword is the best. What do you want me to do with a second-class soldier?"

"So you're not gonna fight?”

A word of annoyance spat out.

"Ma! That's not what matters. "Now that you're in a strange place, of course a drink, ·········."

Then a nervous word burst out of the tree.

"Be quiet. You bastards!"

The masked woman sighed leaning on the tree.

"There's no day to be quiet. Alcohol, stealing, fighting, navy. Aren't you ashamed?”

"Drinking isn't a crime.”

"Then the warrior fights, no?"

"Theft! I borrowed it for a while."

"If you're going to judge me, would you say color, not navy?”

One sigh after another.

"It's a real shit. It's not time to play like this. When can this be the only way to avenge Master?"

Lee Hwon smiled at a face that was completely different from his life. Unlike before returning to Korea, the Korean Peninsula in this life was truly good. All the snacks I ate today were made by her. Come to think of it, the porridge she makes for hangover is the best. When I wake up from my dream, I'll have to ask him to boil the porridge.

Prior to Hana's return, he did not seem to know how to soothe Hanma. He sneaked out the bottle he had hidden and asked.

"Would you like to drink this and relax?"

The mask took out the colorful jade lady that was put on the top of the head.

"Would you like to put this in?"

"Eat some meat."

"Fight me and grow up! Revenge is quick then!"

Hanma, lying on her back one by one, has no words.

The hobby beckoned.

"I think our youngest is that day, so be careful with what you say."

"You're the best!"

A branch flew in with a bit of annoyance. The Chu-ma slanted her upper body and picked up the bottle. The branch then subtly tore the cap off the bottle and disappeared.

"You can drink, and when you drink, all your anxieties go away.”

The hobby held its liquor by muttering a song that was impossible.

In the meantime, sakma filled the bowl with meat. Then he held out his chopsticks, clinging to the side of the eaves.

"I'd like to feed you, if I could, but I'm giving in because you're too shy."

"Hey! Is it just a big mouth?”

At the horse's words, the Saekma jagged over the grill, which had slowly begun to give off a burn.

"Eat it like you're good at it."

In the meantime, the sword began to cut into space as if it were training. The Talma saw the figure and, after spouting her tongue, strutted around the grill, killing the sound of her feet.

'Good.'

The Chu-ma smiled, capturing all these sights at a glance.

"Uh! The cow is here!"

The vacant lot, which had been quiet for a while, turned noisy.

Then a moment later a middle-aged man of pure impression appeared with a full smile on his face. He stood in front of his hobby and held the siege politely.

"Older brother, I'm back.

The Chu-ma grinned as she knocked on her side seat.

"Oh! My brother. You've worked hard. Sit down. Sit down. You were hungry, weren't you? Eat the meat first."

It was only 10 days later that he drank the liquor prepared by a fellow who thought it was blood. The one thing that I don't know about is the one thing that the hippocampus used to do.

"Hey! I told you not to eat Soma's!"

"No, I'm your brother, too! Are you going to discriminate like this?”

Lee Hwon sat around and stared at the noisy scene.

From the moment Soma appeared in the scene that I had missed a little, I was irritated.

He closed one eye and pointed at the cow with his index finger.

'Get out of here.'

It was the moment when I shook my index finger.

There was a gibberish somewhere between the trees.

And Soma's head snapped and bounced off.

Yi Hwon left behind a wild ambition.

'Don't be so sorry. He's a bastard.’

And the moment he waved his hand, the dream receded itself.

"Brother, are you awake?"

"Ha, why?"

The mask turned a little adult.

Twenty years later, he still looked young.

"Maybe it's time for you to go, too?"

"Go get a drink if you're going to say shit."

Despite Lee Hwon's grumbling, the mask was relaxed.

Among the demons, Yi Hwon was the only one who regarded him as a blood relative, so he tried to climb up openly.

"It used to be easy to drink for a hundred days and nights.”

"I slept because I wanted to sleep."

"Then what are you going to do now that you're up?"

Lee Hwon took a deep breath with his eyes half open.

At that moment a great deal of poison spread like fog. Here and there was a stream of nausea, fugitives.

"Ah! What is it?"

"I'm sober, so I'll have a drink."

The mask poked his lips with his nose closed.

"It's been ten years since I was called Masin. At this point, you have to do something to be a person who's not ashamed of the name."

"Shall we go and unify the Gangho?"

"That's not bad either.”

"You can do it, too. Do it by enticing the devil or the devil."

Lee Hwon's sullen remark breathed a breath.

"Are those old men crazy? They're dating these days, so they don't even come near Nakanbong. No, does that make sense in the first place? That's how you get used to it?

"You really are the same as before and now. Dirty, ignorant."

The mask narrowed down the middle of the forehead.

"Well, aren't you talking too much?"

"There was a good wind in the wind, and there was a bad wind? Gender is meaningless now that you've reached the level, and what if it's an embargo? You should do well from now on. Sharing your mind is hard to get over your entire life."

"Do you have a brother?"

Lee Hwon said with a grin.

"You're going to bring him. Bring that jar over there. That's him today!"

Talma came with a pot of liquor while breathing out a deep breath, saying, "The ground should go out."

"If you want to do that, do it with the others."

"The horse is crazy about money. He said he was going to build a mountain with a gold standard. Saekma, this bastard listens to me in shit anyway. Hanma, ······ Ah! That's a real zigzag."

In the meantime, Hanma made a steaming stir-fried dish as if it had made a side dish. It seemed that Lee Hwon started making snacks when he woke up and started talking with her.

"Shouldn't you be married at this point?"

The mask grumbled, and then, with one eye glare, turned away stealthily.

"Have this, brother."

"Yes, thank you.”

Hanma left again with only the side dishes.

"Brother, do you have any thoughts?"

"No ruling, no marriage, no thought."

"Why?"

Lee Hwon looked as if he had won the world with a drink and a dish.

"Lost doesn't necessarily mean marriage."

Talma was listening to Lee Hwon and just left.

Then a whistle sounded in the sky.

beep gain

At the same time, a hawk the size of a man's body sank.

It is a favorite form of transcription by Saekma.

And apparently, his name is 이름은······.

"Uh! Every drink."

Talma greeted Jeon Seo-eung, whining at the news from outside after a long time. Lee Hwon, on the other hand, had a poo-chewing look as soon as he saw Jeon Seo-eung.

Saekma gave the name related to Yi Hwon every time she sent a letter to Nakanbong. If it weren't for Lee Hwon's masterpiece, there would have been a prequel called Lee Hwon.

"Brother! Brother! I'm in big trouble."

"It wouldn't be a big deal to see you making a fuss.”

"I've had a fit!"

Lee Hwon blazed his eyes at the title of "Chungma."

There was a mark, and seeing the demons like that, it seemed to be a monster.

"And?"

"The horse was attacked by old monsters at Giryeonsan Mountain in Gamsookseong Fortress. He's seriously injured."

"As long as you're not dead."

Hana Talma eagerly read the war books that she did not even ask for.

"I met a man named Pagum in Nanchu and became a brother, and he tried to get rid of the bandits outside Jangseong. Ah! A man named Pagum is crazy about a sword. If you don't rub three times a day, you can't poop. Oh, you dirty bastard."

For some reason, it crossed my mind that I didn't meet in this life. But isn't it necessary to continue the relationship before and after the return?

"Then I got to know a woman named Yong-hwa and she's very beautiful. Come to think of it, one of the women's cooperatives called Jungwon Sammi was called Yonghwa."

Lee Hwon was still sour.

Hana must have known that while emphasizing the Three Wonders of the Middle East, it would not work. That's why I couldn't cheer up while reading the dictionary.

"The double-grain of Giryeonsan Mountain used Sulhwasan Myeongju as bait to lure the horse..."

Pavat!

The mask raised the corners of the mouth.

This is because Lee Hwon acted like an organ that touched a button when he said, "Sulhwasan Myeongju."

Lee Hwon cried with his eyes wide open.

"Where are you?"

Talma spoke with a loud voice, as if in response.

"Giryeonsan! Are you going?”

Lee Hwon recited in a solemn voice.

"Let's go! Tale, no, to save the demons!"

Talma grinned and threw out a lion's hoo.

"Guys! Let's get down!"

At that moment, demons spread throughout Nakan Peak began to flock like ants.

The number reached over a hundred.

Then, led by Masin, more than a hundred demons gathered together like clouds and raced through Nakanbong Peak. After that day, all the breakwaters of Kang Ho locked their doors at the news that Ma Xin had descended with the demons.

Don't get mixed up with him by drinking.

If he's drinking, get out of his seat.

Leave a will if he is drunk.

The review of Chumma Yi Hwon did not change before, after the return, after the return, after the horse became a comment on Chumma Yi Hwon did not change.

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun

writer's words

It included the foreign currency section that was serialized during the previous closure.

Excluding one of the parts, it's 5,800 characters, so there won't be any problem.

First of all, I apologize for the series being shaken by the time it was completed.

I've written a few articles, but this one is very disappointing.

Many of you may be disappointed because the settings you set in the beginning faltered and spread unexpectedly. I also seem to have tried hard to correct it around because I know it. But I think I'm less disappointed because I'm doing what I wanted to do until the end.

My grades were good, but I felt that I lacked a lot.

I've been writing for a long time, so I've fallen into mannerism, and I've been wandering like I'm trapped in a fog for a while.

I should have done a great job, but I still remember that I couldn't.

I will write again because I chose this job as my job.

The next article will probably be martial arts, and I will try to write something that has changed and improved.

Anyone can just try.

I'm trying to do better.

If that's the case, I'd like to meet you again and have a fun series.

I'd like to tell all the readers who have been with me for a short, long time.

As always, I will do my best to talk in writing.

Summer is here, so take care of your health and I hope you will always be full of good things.

Thank you (_, _)