Book 1 Chapter - 17

I was shouting no!

"Whoosh!"

Ryu-Yeon flew in the direction of the camp, like a winded protection.

Namgung-san was chasing after him in a hurry.

"What happened?"

Ryu-Yeon asked in an urgent voice.

"Yes, I and Youngho went to the mountainside to find him.

I found him lying down and carried him on my back.

It's you!"

Hyun-woon stood by and answered the question. Now the girls are surrounding you.

It was cheap and I was nursing. All over the body, dead as a mouse.

Lying still and dreary, a dead body a few days ago, a friend.

It seemed that there would be no abnormality even if I asked him to do so.

"You were beaten down?"

"Yes!"

"................."

"Then you lost!"

As if to confirm, Ryu-Yeon asked.

"Yes!"

"My disciple fights with others and loses!"

Ryu-yeon hit the floor with his fist. The stone floor is falling to the ground down.

It was hollowed out with a sound.

He seemed to be angry to the top of his head.

"A group of more than ten men attacked in the dirt, given the signs around them.

Same! Footage shows a great level of personality except for one.

I didn't hear that, but he was exhausted from the afternoon training.

Because it was, it wasn't possible to prevent a number of simultaneous attacks.

I think so!

In detail, it seems that he has been beaten in groups for quite a long time.

It's good that you're not dead. You didn't hit the last one!

That's why I survived!"

Hyun-woon is the master's anger on the big, big, special mission.It's letting that part of it sink. I don't know what's going to happen.

It was a tense situation that was not known.

"...one..."

"Yes?"

"Call the congressman!"

Ryu-Yeon shouted, "Loudly the night sky."

Namgung-san rushed down to the village to call for a doctor.

The disciple came in after being beaten. No, I went to get some water, and I lost all the news.

I sent the kids to find them when they didn't come, and they kneaded like they were dead in the mountainside.

Surprised to find his disciples lying in a state of sound.

He's carrying, moving, wiping, calling the congressman, treating him now.

I was in the middle of it was a middle school.

Miu or Gow was a disciple under my name. But to me

One of his students went out to work and was beaten in a mass manner.

After returning and collapsing, he was now being treated by a lawmaker.

The bruises and minor injuries to the entire body have resulted in multiple injuries.

The bump marks were noticeable at the first time.

I meant that the traces were clear one by one.

It was a miracle that there was no break. cracked

Even if there was a grudge, there was no broken place. But no matter how much

I'd be nervous if I said I was restricted from my actions because I was silent.

He wasn't the one to be beaten up by them. You've been beaten by a skilled warrior.

Of course, my disciple, his son, is better than mine.

I'm sure he's not very good at this, but I'm sure he's been fighting.

When he was off guard, he was beaten in the back of his head and knocked down.

It was obvious that he had been beaten en masse. The clenched fist was tightened.

I'm the only one in the world who can touch my disciple.

There isn't. No, it had to be.

But the other guy didn't dare to ask my permission to do so.

I touched it! It was a matter of pride. How dare you! My disciple

I can't believe you've made it look like this. The swelling rose.

"Sliding"

As the door opened, the dragon served as an assistant to Congressman Seo.

Hyun-woon walked out. The room was vibrating with the smell of medicinal herbs.

The boy lay dead on his bed, with bandages all over his body.

"How do you like it?"

Ryu-Yeon asked carefully with worried eyes.

Member for West also answered cautiously because he did not want to lose.

"Well, that's gonna cost me a lot of money!"

"What about the discount?"

Ryu-Yeon asked back carefully.

"No!"

"What about installments?"

"Of course not!"

"What about the trauma?"

"More, more, no more!"

"Can you give me a little discount? A bright smile on the customer and on the customer

Various convenience offerings are bright through continuous transactions with potential customers

It guarantees the future and the benefits!"

"Never! Never! Never a word of money!"

Member for West shook his head firmly. What doesn't work is what doesn't work.

He's the one who wants to eat, and he can't afford to cut back on his medical expenses.

It's golden. If you cut it once, it'll taste good, so I'll cut it again next time.

Because it becomes a habit later. To prevent such a thing from happening in the first place.

Now it was necessary to be determined. Member for Seo is determined.

"Of course, I'll take it.

Crunching!" said Ryu-Yeon, clenching his fist to the sound.

My whole body was in a state of flux.

"Yes?"

Congressman Seo's cautious comments and determined attitude will lead to Ryu-Yeon's next move.

From Ryu-yeon's point of view, it's decided.

This was simply not tolerable.

"Do you need to pay a lot of money?"

This meaningful word determines the fate of the Chinese literary group.

I didn't even imagine it as a member of Congress at this time.The next morning, after breakfast, on Mount Ami's famous peak,

The front yard of Cheonmuhakgwan's dormitory.

Now I'm confused, but I'm not sure if I'm getting better.

It was coming.

One old man sitting in the center of the table asked.

"I'm sure it's the Central Bureau!"

"Yes!"

The fat young man answered politely.

"Strong man?"

"Yes, even in the midst of a crazy ceremony, the Central Bureau and the Republic of China.

They're calling out the name of a strong man.

It must have been done! Based on his skills, among the attackers,

It's a large shot, so I'm sure it's two captains! But it wasn't at the top of the list.

I don't know if it's in another small ticket office.

Jungyang Pyo is a nation with a name! "

The fat young man, Geum Young-ho, just got the singular form "The Dude."

Instead, he used the plural 'these guys'. This remark is...

Make him think that the Jungyang Pyo Bureau is in cahoots with Gangjang.

It was a giver. The word "attack" is also what an old man looks like now.

It was a very disturbing remark for sitting Ryu-yeon.

"What about your teeth?"

"I've been grinding!"

"Then you're sure!"

The old man was sitting at the table again, not towards Geum Yeong-ho.

Asked all 15 people, 16 minus the number. His eyes

It shone sharply.

"Ready!"

"Finished!"

Everyone picked up a wooden bandwagon made of wood in their hands.

"Shall we go?"

Again the old man asked.

Everyone answered.

"Yes!"

A group of 16 never-small men descending the mountain.

The town they're going down is called the Jungyang Pyo Country.

There was a sign that was never small.

"Here, right?"

"Yes!"

"It's written in the Pyeonaek that you're proud of!"

"China.Yang.Pyo.Kook! Read from right to left!"

Hyun-woon kindly corrected Ryu-yeon's mistake.

At this time, all the Pyeonaeks in China meant right to left.

It was written to work.Ryu-Yeon went from left to right.

I read Pyeonaek.

"Whatever! All we have to do is communicate!"

Ryu-Yeon replied lukewarmly.

"Huh? Does it make sense? How does it work?There's no way it's gonna work."

Hyun-woon was surprised and asked why there were so many questions from the governor.

How do you interpret it to make sense?

"Do I interpret from right to left? Reading

"From left to right."

Whoops

Blank!

Sixteen people, 16 mouths wide open, through which suddenly there was a crowd...

The wind was mesmerized by the fact that the soul had left the body.

Ryu-Yeon scratched the back of his head, apparently embarrassed.

"And if you stare at me with a look of respect, I'll tell you,

You're making me shy! Let's go in!"

With a bang, bang, and a clatter, the front door of the Central Bureau flies away.

The hazy dust caused by the impact.

A series of groups came in from the inside. Coming in at the forefront.

An old man with a white beard under his chin looks like he's in his fifties.

Followed by a wooden sword in one hand and followed.

Mixed men and women wearing almost rags on the way.

The group were young virgin bachelors in their 20s. Everybody's head is a mess.

The clothes they're wearing are shabby, but they're spewing from them.

The horse was bent like a blade. That knife talk.

That they were never a pushover and a pushover.

I was just proving it.

Of course, the old man who's coming in from the front, flip the face of his face.

Ryu-Yeon, who is currently working on a scam, and he's...

The succession of the following groups honoured the Celestial Academy.

He was chosen to join Amisan Mountain for training, but now he's a fake master.

Five months of hard work with him, and he's been overworked.I used to be a 16-member operative, but now I'm here.

The number of parliamentarians was 15, with one vacancy. And this empty seat.

One of them said they opened the front door of the Joongyang Pyo Bureau very politely.

It was also the reason for coming in.

Ryu-yeon, who was in the lead, opened his mouth.

"Go get the state drink! Yes!"

It sounded like a clearly quarreally. Put your hands on your waist.

You look so tall, your head so stiff, you're a bunch of people.

A stiff expression of self-confidence that he doesn't care about.

It was an attitude.

"What are they doing?"

The deceased, who was guarding the country, rushed fearlessly with the sword.

And of all the 16 of them, you're standing in the front, not anyone else.

To a crooked, twisted-minded Ryu-yeon.

Ryu-Yeon threw out his fist.

"Boom!"

"Cough!"

That's all I've ever heard before, with a shrill scream.

He climbed up and flew away and collapsed.

But the one who actually blew his opponent over to the other end.

Based on Ryu-Yeon's characteristic of using violence against his opponent.

I'm pretty sure it's not some kind of guilt.

He seemed to be thinking about it for a while.

And then...

"Oh, and, uh... Who was it... Oh, yeah! Clap! Go and get that tonic.

Get a big, recognizable Fiudoo to join us! This old man...

I have business to attend to! "

It's a special case of first-degree emergency that's never been heard before.

The emergency bells raged throughout the country and every ticket in the country.

The men gathered in a haze. The Ryu-Yeon gang that broke through the gate.

It was because the place where he stood was the Yeonjangjang of Jungyangpyo Bureau. Everyone

They gathered with their weapons one by one. And then there's a little bit of a clump.

It's like proving him to be a man, wearing these little dudes.

A middle-aged man in expensive-looking clothes jumped out, something wrong with his clothes.

A large embossed on the right breast of a light green scroll and its

The three flowers at the bottom occupy a significant position in this country, judging from the lotus patterns.

He seemed to be the one doing it. The usual representatives of these Central and Western countries,

All on the right breast, with the letter Jungyang, a lotus flower.

Because it was embroidered.

"The head of the Central Bureau of Pyoetry!"

Geum Yeong-ho gave Ryu-yeon a heads-up when he saw him. Geum Yeong-ho's family.

He was the only son of Kumho Commercial, the second most regrettable in the midfield.

Therefore, I learned a lot of information from my childhood through cramming education.

Therefore, I knew a lot in this field through the successor class.

"Guys, hit me!"

He popped out of nowhere, and then he suddenly hit the underdogs.

I think I'm giving you an order. Consultation, discussion, dialogue and compromise events.

He must be an ignorant man who doesn't know it's a gentle search for a solution.

There was no such thing as chirani on top of it, and they came in to fight Ryu-Yeon.

His disciples had no choice but to stop him. The self-defense of this block.

Let's say it was inevitable that violence was exercised as a means.

The whole side-Ryu-Yeon party later apologised.

Ryu-Yeon was outspoken. You don't have to use Big or False righteousness.

He was walking around the enemy camp with his bare fists.

Unfortunately, the men who were beaten by his hands flew to the wall.

I was stuck in my head like I was dead. The self-proclaimed babe he dragged.

The 15 disciples, let alone be beaten up or pushed back, beat their opponents in random ways.

It was on its way. These were and are not ordinary people.

It's so hard and so hard that it's going to take a star down in the sky.Hada proudly enters the Catholic Academy, a collection of flying and growing masters.

These were the people who were at the top of the Cheonmu Academy. In addition

Ryu-yeon, the self-proclaimed master who has been at a loss for the past five months.

The silence that is now in their hands has drawn them.

It was not much of a deterrent. That's why they're so good at it.

In other words, it is not necessary to take it off as a minor opponent.

Underneath the wooden swords and gallets that 15 of them hold, the countless signatures of the Middle East...

The signs were bleeding and fainting.

And soon the number of people stuck on the wall continues to grow.

Around the time, the so-called first-rate masters of flying and breeding in the Central Bureau of China,

It's here.

"What the f*ck!"

Three lotus flowers appeared a while ago, and I forgot to tell them.

I didn't forget to say the line, although it was a little late. Originally

You're a stranger to your own culture, or a lady, or a man or a woman.

When an old man, or a virgin, or pregnant woman, or an elderly or a weak person comes in, first of all,

You stop the fight temporarily, you put it in a state of confrontation, and then you put it in a position with your opponent.

To open up a conversation

"What's wrong with you?"

It was standard to ask that.

But the first two major figures of Pyo-guk to appear said,

Because they didn't, the fight didn't go into a lull.

It was done.

Which means that the three lotus flowers appeared first and then disappeared without a clue.

In other words, it was someone's fault.

"Where are you from, you're breaking into our humble, tasteless country.

I'm sure you're here, but I'm sure you'll find the pure, noble condensed milk.

I beg you to explain it to them!" politely.

Let's introduce ourselves first.

Kids these days don't have manners! I'm not a pig! "

Ryu-Yeon doesn't ask questions politely from the start.

He seemed to be upset because he spoke informally. but

I can't believe you said that in a second without a breath.

All around the place became quiet.

The middle-aged man standing in the middle of the three had a blue tendon on his forehead.

"Where are you from?"

Eventually, Ryu-Yeon's attitude was not to listen. At least Ryu-Yeon is...

Where are you from?I was expecting a degree, but the answer was...

It didn't live up to expectations.

"Excuse me," Ryu-Yeon pointed his finger at the mountain.

The name of the mountain was Ami.

Guk-ju tilted his head.

I don't think he's from ARMY. There may be times of bandits in Mt. Ami.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Would you?'

Questions of nationalism piled up and piled up.

"So what brings you here?"

"What brings you here? That's a very good question! That's the question you're asking.

It's a place where we can solve this delicate and complex situation.

It is very useful and fundamental to provide a single clue.

Question! You should have asked that!"

"Isn't that hard to say?"

"Of course it's hard!"