Volcanic Spirit

33, First Volcanic Federation.

The charlatan could not leave his seat.

The words left by a man named Gwangmuje, a black man's foot, were a hot topic of conversation. He broke the fifty years of seclusion, but could not decide what would happen tomorrow. I just want to convey the realization that it belongs to a volcano.

"You can win the moment you get tied up?’

Gwangmuje is right.

At this moment, I was so absorbed in enlightenment that I wouldn't mind taking my student of volcanic waves hostage. He would have said, "Those who will die will die, and those who will live will live, according to the order of nature."

But now it's already tied up.

The cold wind felt intact, and the feeling of dreaming gradually faded. If he had kept his daydreaming mood, he would have been able to approach the absolute horizon.

One thing didn't.

'As much as it's entangled, there's something I want to do.’

That is why my head gradually cleared up.

Lee Hwon appeared on the other side of Janggongjando at the time when the manga lover regained his smile.

"Are you all right?"

A worried voice pierces the biting wind easily.

The manga chug laughed at Lee Hwon.

We can look at each other comfortably and lean on each other. Perhaps he was most closely related to what he wanted to do.

"It's all right. My head is a little clear."

"Didn't the strange cub come?”

"It's done. Just cross over. Let's have a drink."

Lee Hwon stepped on the iron bar and stood next to it.

"Shouldn't you go to Yeonhwabong?"

The manga-flavored man gave a bitter smile.

"Of course I would have gone if the blood were to continue. One thing, as you say, is it safe to say that the war has already passed? For now, it's better to let it sort itself out. I don't want to be noisy because I've been out of touch for 50 years."

"You've decided to convey your enlightenment to the volcano.”

When Lee Hwon smiled and said, the manga-chug-ja said with her eyes wide open.

"Was it too bad you didn't tell her?"

"I saved a volcanic wave last night. Don't forget."

"Come on! I got it' I'll make up for you with the interest."

"It wasn't about martial arts, it was it about alcohol? You'll have to take out the precious liquor hidden deep in the ground."

The manga chug burst into laughter at Lee Hwon's rustle.

"Yet! You'd rather learn a sword. How dare you covet the old man's treasure!"

Yi Hwon walked shoulder to shoulder with the manga lover. I tried to keep getting lazy, but I had to stop walking soon. He put his foot on the top of Nakan Peak and blinked his eyes.

"Are you guys still alive?"

At the summit, Gong Neung-chil and Samyeong-su-ryong still stood with a wistful look on their faces.

After a moment.

Samyeong Water Dragon and Gong Neung Chilja died.

As soon as Lee Hwon and Mang-a-Chu-Chu-Chu-Chu-Chu-Chu-Chu-

"What a great thing it is to be a Gangrim wedding."

"It's different from the usual single or married."

"I know. It's like you're addicted to poison without cancellation because you claim to die even though you don't have faith."

Yi Hwon moaned as he cleared the body.

"When I pressed it to the end, I vomited blood in the Seven Kingdoms and died. Of course, I didn't mean to keep you alive just because you surrendered.”

The colt kicked its tongue.

"God's enlightenment is endless, with no beginning and no end. It would be safe to say that those who have realized their marriage have risen to the level of God."

"What did your teacher get?"

At Lee Hwon's question, the manga was lost in thought for a moment.

"In a word, it is the source."

The word "origin" itself reminded me of the word "manryu gwijong." If you had learned the basis of the creation of things, it would be no different than that everything would end up as one.

"It wasn't just a matter of silk bravery. The attitude toward life and the way we solve problems, plus the obsession and stubbornness that we have abandoned, the realization of military merit is nothing short of incidental."

The manga still kept its guard on Shinma.

Unlike before, however, he was seen not rejecting him and admitting him.

'Now that I'm here, I'd like to see you if you're alive.’

As we chatted and moved, Joo Won-kyung was cleared up.

However, because the broken truth cannot be revived once again, the forests of Cho-ok and Mae-hwa fluctuated as if they had met a typhoon during the rainy season.

"Let's go inside.”

The two men found a flat rock inside the plum forest.

He grabbed a bottle of liquor without any side dishes, and soon tilted the bottle without much conversation.

"It's called universalism."

The name "Mansangju" had a strange meaning. Isn't that too much of a name for just alcohol?

"It sounds like a name I've been trying to make you look like a rare drink."

"It's a drink given by a friend of mine 50 years ago."

Lee Hwon exclaimed after tilting the bottle one more time.

"Kha, that's a good drink. It's like you're dancing in your mouth in 10,000 different shapes."

The manga-flavored man laughed.

"The name was just made. He taught me to drink. And I gave this to him, saying it was a gift when we broke up. It was a liquor with no name and no ingredients. So they told me to name it, even when I want to drink it, whatever I want."

"It's a little exaggerated, but it's a really good drink. What kind of friend is he?"

Lee Hwon took a hint.

The colt had a sip of alcohol in his mouth and savored the aroma. One word that came out after a while was as precious information as the universal.

"Wallhouse bad news. He was a mountain musician, and with me he heard the enlightenment of Shinma."

Lee Hwon opened his eyes wide.

Even neighboring Shandong Province, is an irony of fate of Louis Koo and donghae Didn't want to visit soon. In addition, the white hawk mentioned Zhuge Liang and the mountain musician when he was searching for survivors before he died.

'If you've even taught a manga to drink,··.'.'.''

Naturally, the next destination has been decided.

While I was drinking with a manga lover like that, days went by.

The beautiful mountains of the volcano, where the volcanic waves are located, remained, but there was tremendous damage in the last few days. Volcanic waves allowed the enemy to come to the main mountain, and hundreds of people died in the process. Most of them were Taoists or third-generation disciples, but they were volcanic waves that had originally declined. In addition, more than half of the conduits spread throughout the volcano were burned, and most of the coffins were found dead due to attacks by the Hwachong palaces.

So the entire volcano would be filled with grief.

Those who remained in Hana quickly cleared up their sorrow and prepared for tomorrow with relief. The volcanic eruption did not stop the enemy, and the conduits that came to help failed. Therefore, there is nothing strange about the entire volcano being invaded.

However, he has overcome the crisis.

As a result, the three great disciples and servants, led by the Ewha students, took their bodies and brought lawmakers from Hoeumhyeon to treat the wounded. A large-scale memorial service was planned, and a wave was sent to promote the fear of volcanoes in the Moorim League.

That's how I spent it.

"It looks like everybody's here."

As Seo Hwa-jong, a long writer of volcanic waves, said, many people gathered in Daejeon to discuss the future of volcanoes.

The conduit's coffins roared at each other.

Not all the great disciples of the volcano have come yet.’

A total of 12 students have survived the volcano's death from blood pressure a few days ago. Two of them were seriously injured, so ten people had to gather here. No matter how many times I looked at it, the number of great disciples was all four. In addition, only three students attended the event. In addition, three Taoists responsible for Taoism kept one side.

"Is there only ten members on the volcano?"

At a word from Baekjin Gwanju's Seopyeong, the officials closed their mouths.

He seemed to represent the book review, which is well-versed in the scriptures and distinguished in martial arts.

"Yes."

Seo Hwa-jong asked back after a gentle reply.

"Are you feeling well?"

The book review gave a bitter smile.

After a few days of dry breakfast, I felt that I needed a little more healing. Unlike her blue complexion, Jeong-gwang flashed through her eyes.

"I was punished because I was conceited. With the help of volcanic waves, it's all right."

"No. Volcanic waves wouldn't have been able to maintain the signboard without the help of the White Pearl."

"You're welcome. I'm not in a position to discuss the merits of the treatment with the care of the long-term."

Perhaps Seo Hwa-jong and Seo Pyong-eun were not only like their surnames, but also similar in their personalities. As a typical political figure, it is a process of building justification through meaningless dialogue, measuring each other's inner thoughts, and revealing what they want. In this situation, there was always someone who was impatient.

Cheng O-ja, the official of Jang Jin-gwan, sighed and opened her mouth.

"I've heard such a conversation for the last few days. Isn't it to discuss the course of the volcano today? "Even in this time of year, enemies who were aiming for volcanoes can plan something."

Jang Mun-in, a volcanic star, kept smiling even at the urging of Jang Jin-gwan-ju. Rather, he was relaxed enough to beckon his disciples and bring refreshments.

"The volcano is called Seorak of Oak and is called the sacred place of Doga. The Holy Land is a great word. There is a conduit in Shaolin, an unwritten shrine, and there is also a temple in Mudangsan Mountain, which is called the best of its kind. But there's only one family in the midfield."

The book review was told.

"Mount Otaesan and Volcano."

"Yes, the temple of Mount Otaesan, the conduit of the volcano. Mt. Hana Ota has long collapsed and turned into an ant cave, a rallying point for Samahoe, and by today the volcano has saved the invasion of foreign lands."

"Oh! Jang Moon-in is spinning her words even though I said so!"

Jang Jin-kwan-ju hit his chest, and Yong-ho-gwan-ju, a vindictive man, is busy dissuading him.

"A volcano can also become like Mt. Otae."

The book gave a nod to Jang Moon-in's words.

"Because I was worried about that, even the conduits of the conduit were united in reaching Yeonhwabong Peak.”

Seo Hwa-jong thanked the book review with a wink.

"One heart. That's a good word. So the group went through a long internal meeting after the recent scare. And I decided that it should be one heart, one will, for the revival of the volcano."

The officials tilted their heads.

If you go back to the history of volcanic waves and conduits anyway, it will end in Laozi, the old soldier. Therefore, there was no traffic, but it was like one heart, one meaning.

Seo Hwa-jong closed his eyes for a while.

What he is going to do today is for the volcano.

However, it was an act that could insult the ancestors of the literary faction if it was misrepresented. That's why I was able to stand here only after a long period of deliberation. Even though I made a big decision, it was not that easy to spit it out of my mouth.

"We would like to propose a coalition of the deceased on the volcano."

The officials nodded.

Now, it was impossible to live with volcanic waves and walls like before. It's possible that some of them will invade again and cause trouble. So it seemed only natural to join forces against the foreign enemy. However, Jang Moon-in's subsequent words shocked me.

"Beyond simply a verbal union, it's about sharing Taoism and Sharon, interpreting each other's doctrines, and proposing a union to discuss everything together."

Jang Moon-in's words were like a declaration announcing the birth of a new volcanic wave.

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun