Volcanic Spirit

20, Recognize, Acknowledge.

Lee Hwon greeted Jongchohong first.

"Looking at the title, I think I've got a chance.

When I first met with Jong Cho-hong, I once discussed the leadership of a manga lover. At that time, Jong Cho-hong said he wanted to meet him deeply, but he returned with a reply that he would let his younger brother.

"I didn't know the opportunity would come so soon. But it's not awkward for me to act like a younger brother, I think I'll be three or four years old."

Lee Hwon shrugged.

"Age doesn't mean anything to a drunk. To reverse this relationship, it's a drink, or a good drink."

"Hahaha! I called myself a shaman, but here was the real spirit of alcohol. All right! As you said, I'll do my best until I get a good drink. Thanks to your help, the big thing ended well today. Ah! And this, ·······."

Jong Cho-hong took out a handful of clams from his bosom.

"I'll give it back. It could be precious."

The question is that he is a disciple of the volcano.

Lee Hwon smiled and accepted the sale.

Instead of one answer, he scattered the clam in the air.

I took out a bottle of liquor amid the drizzle.

"Ha, it's a bustle made in northern Sanseo. The water is cold and tender, so it's good to chew without knowing why. You must have had a hard time fighting, but just rinse your mouth."

Jong Cho-hong didn't care even though Lee Hwon avoided answering. Rather, he sighed, drinking the wine quickly.

Judging from the movement of his jaw, Lee Hwon seemed to practice his words.

"Well, that's good. It's a hard-working taste."

"Right?"

"Yes."

"Give it to me, too."

Go Cheon-rak slipped in.

One said Jong Cho-hong, with his eyes glaring.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no."

There is no way that a worn-out hillside will collapse.

"If it's your brother, he's my brother. It's a problem if the Jiang Yu Book collapses like this."

"Ha, look at him. When did you know your brother?"

"A little while ago."

Jong Cho-hong showed a smile of joy.

"Hoot, I've been around for a while."

"But from what I saw earlier, it seemed like you were calling me big brother now. I was living and dying in Inwangjeon with my brother. Do you have any idea who was with the King?"

"Hahaha! I drank with my brother, and I recited poems!"

They continued their childish conversation to the point where the age gap between the two was overshadowed. They were thrilled by the great victory, and even glimpsed by those who were in a state of ecstasy.

"If you drink well, you're a big brother."

At Lee Hwon's words, Jong Cho-hong and Ko Cheon-rak's eyes changed.

A person called a brother always has a reason.

"Let's grab the day and compete."

"Hung! You should come back with a good health."

"You little brat, go get some more milk. To make your bones strong.”

"Hmph! You should have some goat meat. You're old enough to find health food."

Lee Hwon was content to give a clear answer as a superior. However, I did not know that the eyes of the people around me had become more serious, and even if I knew, it would be meaningless. The fighters who were cleaning up the area opened the way.

Ha Sang-kyo, the vice-leader of the Moorim League, is approaching. Unlike his innocent impression, he was a narrow-minded person with a strong desire for fame. He would not normally come to the scene to make friends with the elders of the shaman. However, he appeared on the battlefield, where the body and blood smell.

"The bell-bugger! Is that the one over there who accomplished today's great work?"

The precarious bridge looked up at Lee Hwon in a state of high spirits.

He did not expect a major victory in the operation even within the Moorim League. The idea was to raise the status of the Moorim League by rescuing the people in moderation and by expelling the wicked. However, it has not only occupied the fifth floor but also secured the body of King Inwang, the owner of the ant cave.

Therefore, Lee Hwon's gaze was as soft as that of a benefactor.

"Ah."

Jong Cho-hong clouded his words for a moment.

Didn't you wrap Yi Hwon as if he were a disciple of the volcano so as not to waste time? Of course, he did not directly mention the volcano, but he gave it such blatant trust that everyone in the place would think of it.

I just hope the name of the volcano doesn't come out.

Jong Cho-hong looked at Lee Hwon and said,

"Yes."

Sang Ha-kyo smiled softly at his pet fan.

"The Gangho brethren called me the Deer of the Dead. I'm the vice-leader of the Moorim League of Foreigner of Moorim. What is the name of the compact? And which deceased did you die at?"

The purpose was one from the beginning.

It was important whose disciple he was because he was already regarded as Munha of volcanic waves. The more prestigious they were, the more impossible it was for all their students to have similar dignity. On the contrary, they naturally sat in the position of elders if they had the same distribution. Such was the case for the shaman.

Lee Hwon opened his eyes thinly.

'You look like you don't like drinking.'

It is wishful thinking rather than assessment.

If a person like Sangha-kyo liked to drink, he felt bad for it, and pityed for someone who had to drink with such a person. Alcohol is the only way to enjoy drinking when you are half out of your mind.

"I, ··."."·.""

I tried to make it clear that it was not the Mundo of the volcano.

Rather than discussing the truth, the hot gaze of the precarious school was burdensome.

However, there was a strange energy behind the bridge.

Lee Hwon opened his eyes thinly.

'Is that the power of the shaman?'

Baekamjin and Cheongamjin came.

One is like a rock, one is like a wind.

Neither side was formidable.

"Subordinate."

Ha Jung-kyo smiled brightly at Baek Am-jin's sincere remark.

Isn't the Danggeum Wudangpa one of the most powerful among the old factions? No matter what anyone said, the head of the old school would be shamanistic, as long as Sorim did not descend as if the mountain had been bongmunized, and the volcano had fallen. Among the elders of the independents, Baek Am-jin was the most active master of the Gangho. Conversation with such a person was enough to be willing to pay for it.

"You're here, Chunyang Sword and Wind Sword. Thank you for your hard work."

Cheonyang Geomseon Baekam and Pungum Geomseon Cheongam were renowned coriander to the point that Gangho was called Mudang Ssangseon.

"Huhh, let's not do that with acquaintances. "There's nothing more difficult than hearing the nickname 'old'."

At the generosity of the Cheongamjin people, the precarious bridge smiled.

It was clear that he was thrilled to see him handing his own friend a joke.

"Thank you for your hard work, Bu Dan-ju. The battle began with the need for shamans, but it would be a great achievement for the blind to know that the spirit of the Gang was alive. I won't forget the credit, for there was a minor in the center."

He meant that he would say good things to the Moorimists.

Ha Jung-kyo liked it as if he had met the Divine Spirit, and was gladly turned away when asked to leave his seat for a while.

'Click, whoever you bring in the volcano is not good for the shaman twins.'

Baek Am-jin narrowed the forehead.

"You drank again."

Jong Cho-hong scratched his head in embarrassment, and Cheongamjinin encouraged his disciples by drawing circles with both hands behind him.

"Isn't it a good day?"

"I sent you to Maeng because I wanted to be helpful to Kang Ho, but you've got a lot of bad habits. Since we couldn't have trained properly under such circumstances, we'll have to set a date soon."

Jong Cho-hong became pale when he recalled harsh training such as "Three Days Bimu" among his past memories. On the other hand, Go Chun-rak covered his mouth to hold back his laughter.

"And you, ······.""

Baek Am-jin's eyes glanced through Lee Hwon.

"I don't think he's a disciple of the volcano. It goes very well with the atmosphere of Hana volcano. Who should I remember you as?"

Lee Hwon grinned.

A hundred times as hard a man as a precarious man, but rather relieved of his sincerity. So, although it was a very difficult opponent, as usual, the joke flowed out.

"You can go to the mall."

"Brother."

At the word "brother," Cheongam-jin closed his lips and let out a silent exclamation. However, Baek Am-jin still looks at Lee Hwon with a calm face.

"I'm not a disciple of the volcano, but I lived on the volcano."

"Hmm, did you sort out the interior of Daejeon?"

"Yes."

"The achievement is so great that I'm ashamed of the ugly shootings."

Lee Hwon grinned.

"That's not why I became a brother."

"You've heard the story. The grace and connection of Kang Ho do not go as one wishes. If the Ugly Death had ties to you, it would be heaven's will, too. If you ever pass the shaman, come up. I can't give you a drink, but I'll give you as much tea as you like."

"Well, wouldn't it be better for each other to drink under Mt. Mudang and drink tea?"

Jong Cho-hong turned pale as if he had seen a dead man.

Baekam and Cheongam were called bifurcation, but their tendencies were the opposite. If you were a Cheongamjin student, you wouldn't be able to accept the frivolous words and actions of a junior horseman.

However, shocking events followed.

"I'll do that at least once."

Yi Hwon let out a silent exclamation.

'Hmm, you've been in the middle of Oegangnaegang River, and yet you've been in the peak of your energy.'

Surely Baek Am-jin is above the old army.

"Thank you for your consideration."

"Then I wish you the best of luck."

When Yi Hwon took the oath, Baek Am-jin left a message to Jong Cho-hong.

"The power of shamans comes from words, actions and wills. I'm not sure why you made that decision. Spit it out one by one, and as long as you decide to carry it out, keep your manners, but develop your own. Discuss cooperation, but don't forget chastity. Do you understand?"

It was tantamount to officially declaring that the relationship between the two had led to brothers. In other words, the shamanism recognized Yi Hwon as a form of Jong Cho-hong.

"I'll be clear."

Baek Am-jin turned around without hesitation, as he did when he appeared. Cheongamjinin waved his hand at Jongchohong, the dead man, and spoke to Yi Hwon.

"Thank you for bringing the ugly back into the arms of the shaman."

It meant the treatment of the non-cancer.

"It had to be done."

"The death penalty is not good at expressing emotions. One more than I will be thanking you."

"I feel it."

A distant cry came from Baek Am-jin.

"The priest! Time to go back."

Cheongamjinin left a word with a playful smile.

"Let's have a drink with me."

*

"What are you going to do now?"

The Inwangbu was crowded with forest blinds.

Who would have thought that the last floor of an ant cave, called a back tower zone, would be on the ground in the first place? Therefore, non-goldiers, non-goldiers, and Baekho-dae, who were deployed in the operation, searched the Inwangbu thoroughly to find the remnants. And through the passage leading to the hermitage on the cliff, the Moorim-blind Sanseo Branch and the ways of opening up were called in.

Zhong Chu-hong sipped at the wine Lee Hwon poured, and asked one more time.

"Do you have a place to go?"

Lee Hwon opened his eyes thinly and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Well, it's a little early to go back to the volcano, and there's no wind mixed with the smell of alcohol, so we should think about it. What about you?"

"The shaman is going back today. I think it's urgent for him and it to return. I have to clean up, so I'll have to stay until I join the opening."

Lee Hwon asked implicitly.

"I heard that Gwaneum-dong in Hoechangsan Mountain has such a nice view."

Although Jong Cho-hong was a great disciple of the shaman, he was also a minor member of the Moorimun Biseongak. If it is a non-preemptive organization, it is not only a large organization that collects information on its own but also on its own. So there was no one like this to ask for clues that Soma left behind.

"Hoechangsan?"

Jong Cho-hong tilted his head.

"There must be more than one or two names of Hoechang Mountain in the midfield. Gwaneum-dong is also a common name. Even if you mix the two together, you won't see where it is. Do you want to know?"

Lee Hwon smiled.

"Hey, I've got a good agenda."

"Kkeut, I don't know how delicious the liquor there will be, but it's a drink together."

"Just find out for now.

After drinking a few more cups, Jong Chu-hong headed toward Inwangjeon, saying he could no longer leave his seat.

Lee Hwon raised his lip as he watched Go Cheon-rak sipping his liquor without saying a word.

"Are you jealous?"

"What?"

Just hearing his sour voice permeated his emotions like a tide. The time I spent with him before his return was great in a good sense.

"Baek Am-jin, the master of Kang-ho, connected me to Jong Cho-hong, but you didn't, so you're jealous."

Go Cheon-rak closed his mouth.

Where would he find a noun that would not prove his brother-in-law?

"I'll notarize you."

Gocheon-rak blinked his eyes.

Lee Hwon continued his words by stroking the head of such a high heaven.

"I will not certify that I am your brother and sister. You can take pride. I can't keep up with you. And I assure you. Like my hobby, you will one day become a mask."

"Talma."

"Yes. Talma."

Go Cheon-rak lost his mind for a moment and then smiled.

"That's not bad."

"I'll pick out the balls you're going to learn and you'll come with me for a while."

"I was going to do that anyway."

Lee Hwon gave Ko Cheon-rak an earring.

"I have something for you to do before that."

Go Cheon-rak has been away every day since then.

I even worried if Jong Cho-hong was upset and ran away.

Each time the Hana Gocheonrak disappeared, the Bojang within the Inwangjeon Hall expanded its vacancy. When I spent about a dozen days like that, Jong Cho-hong smiled and came.

"Ah! Brother, are you kidding?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You must know Hoechangsan Mountain. You've only put the kids under you in trouble."

Yi Hwon could not drink any more when he heard the current name of Hoechangsan from Jong Cho-hong.

'Soma, look at you.

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun