Book 3 Chapter - 16

It didn't matter.

If you don't know, you'll find out and discover new things.

Ryu-Yeon's steps, which began with that effect, led him to one place by the law of octagonism.

A place that arrives inadvertently in harmony with nature.

Beautiful scenery, picturesque pavilions, artificial lakes, beautifully trained recordings,

And the pavilions, arranged in harmony, glistening like mirrors.

He was showing off his figure on the surface.

The pavilion's name is Yoon Hyang-jeong, which can only be used by Oh Geom-ryong or higher.

New arrivals were restricted areas.

But Ryu-Yeon ignored the sign that said 'in and out now'.

Ryu-yeon's eyes turned to the pavilion. Making a big mark on his fate.

It was a shift of gaze.

Boom, it was a shock. The shock of the soul turning white and empty.

How can it be so beautiful and noble that it makes everything around it fade away?

Extreme beauty.

The beauty of the pavilion, which was like a painting, was nothing but a simple object by her side.

The pure beauty that overshadows the stars in the night sky, bowing down.

A noble grace that blushes.

But Ryu-Yeon somehow feels so lonely that her eyes make the stars in the night sky cry.

I thought I could see it. A seductive figure that captivates a man in an instant, elegant gesture,

Flowing grace, sanctity, nobility, grace, nobility.

No words were appropriate to describe her. beyond description

Ryu-Yeon approached her as she stopped trying to force herself to express something.Honestly, Ryu-Yeon had no idea how to deal with her. Just the mind

I moved faithfully as my soul led me. In his head, there's a woman.

Because it didn't contain what it was dealing with.

He was also a sucker for women. Well, it's rare to see people, but deep in Amisan deep.

He was almost stuck in the mountains, so it was a matter of course.

Ryu-Yeon's steps have crossed the Unhyangjeong Stairway, and now the distance between Ryu-Yeon and her...

It was only two steps away. Her gaze, which seems to contain the night sky, without permission.

He stepped on this rude man.

Her eyes were too deep to read a change of emotion.

She glanced at Ryu-yeon. So sometimes it's an ignorant business, Ryu-yeon.

I didn't hesitate to get struck by lightning. People usually fall in love.

There are many occasions when one becomes timid. On the other hand, there are times when you run wild with anxiety.

Probability is extremely rare in such cases. On average, a man in love is a man who thinks he'

When you stand in front of a woman you adore, you become timid.

So there are many cases where you procrastinate and lose opportunities. And then...

I hit the ground and wail, but it was already late.

However, this general application did not apply to Ryu-Yeon at all.

There was ridiculously little hesitation in him. There was no hesitation.

Only his purpose and feelings moved as he wished. Maybe it's based on instinct.

I don't know, that determination went too far to forget her existence for a moment.So Ryu-yeon...

I don't think there's anything to blame.

When a person falls in love, one creaks somewhere, as if it were a promise.

No. Love is the biggest emotion that changes people the most. in love

If there is no change after that, it is clear that false love is true, so once again, you will be able to meet the

I urge you to consider the relationship. Boldly, without any hesitation.

Boldly Ryu-Yeon acted.

His actions were nothing short of remarkable and audacious.

So mellow and ecstatic, he thought. As if the inside of my head was milky-white.

Feeling his consciousness dimmed with illusion, he fell into ecstasy.

A lightning-like thrill that penetrates the whole body, a subtle, mellow scent that stimulates the tip of the nose.

Ryu-Yeon is fearless and has a divine beauty that exists in front of her like a mirage.

Without asking for permission from the lips of a noble fairy-like girl, he is illegal.

He took his lips without permission and committed the act of lightning with no scrupulously.

His lips touched her red jeweled lips moistened with water.

It's my first time kissing a woman in my life, so why is Ryu-Yeon...

I wondered if the bell that wasn't in my head was ringing loudly. For him

And for her, it was all a first kiss.

The sweetness and sweetness passed in an instant.

"Ring!"

The silver flash came between him and her like a vision and quickly disappeared.

She was young in her eyes. The man who cut the space between the two into a ray of silver.

It was the woman who was in front of Ryu-Yeon. A man I've never seen before.

Forced - surprisingly, there was no resistance - to the moonlight even though it was taken away.

There was no change in her sharpened expression.

No anger, no shame, no shame, she just kept her abyss black eyes silent.I just pulled out a sword and swung it. But the moment her silver flash of black cut him,

Ryu-Yeon escaped blackness with a movement that was so small as to the eye.

Of course, if it were any later for Ryu-Yeon to step back...

Probably couldn't avoid a split. A sword drawn without a hint.

The eerie was even chilling. Just as fast and smooth as you can imagine.

It was a sword, perhaps with the meaning of disciplinary action. In her sword,

I don't live strangely, but if I'm sure I'm being orthodox, I'll have to live.

I didn't think I could guarantee it.

If Ryu-Yeon was just standing there like a long-winded, drunk with magical sweetness, she'd be doomed.

You wouldn't have escaped.

But he didn't escape her sharp sword, because his forearm was cut off.

I could see the bare skin. Ryu-yeon smiled and said to her sitting like a sculpture.

"You made a mistake. You should have swung deeper to cut my bones.

It was a bit shallow this time. "

From her eyes, like a collection of million drops of dawn dew, like a gentle ripple.

Lee Chae was young. Even that level of emotional change is extraordinary for her.

Ryu-Yeon didn't know it was a reaction.

Her beauty, which seems to be a mixture of innocence and dawn dew.

It was beyond words.

Jewelry eyes. Two eyeholes that hold the night sky.

As if the parting star had lost his way and stayed in her eyes.

It caused an illusion.

Looking at her was a truly magical and enjoyable experience.

How nice would it be to feel this way every moment of every day?

Ryu-yeon had a simple and grand dream.

But he was sensible enough to distinguish reality from fantasy.

"Have you been guarding?"

Her red lips opened and a voice rang out his soul.

The ringing of a crystal clear sound stimulated his ears.

Only then could Ryu-yeon be sure she was real, not fantasy.

Just a moment ago, until she opened her mouth.

Ryu-Yeon was not so sure.

But she still feels like she's missing something.

I could still feel it. That made Ryu-Yeon sad.

"What?"

"Did you expect me to wield the sword and defend it in advance.

She used honorifics even for such a wicked fellow.

Ryu-yeon shook his head at her words.

"No, not at all. How could a woman like you worry about such useless things?

There must have been room."

" But how did you avoid it?"

"It's skill."

Her eyes sank as cold as frozen stars again.

With him, the only emotional remnant that ever occurred to her.

It sank.

" I promise I won't make a mistake next time."

It was a cold and cold tone that did not match the goddess-like face. but

It wasn't Ryu-Yeon who would give in to it. His callousness and the worst in history.

Shamelessness was a reputable thing that the world recognized.

There was still a smile on his face.

"You have a great mindset.

Oh, it was my favorite outfit, but unfortunately it got ripped.

But it's cheap for a sweet, ecstatic first kiss.

I hate to lose money."

Secondly, there was a slight change in her complexion.

She didn't open her mouth. If only everyone who knew her in the ceiling knew.She's ashamed of what she'll do to the astonishing world.

Maybe there is.

Of course, it could be Ryu-Yeon's own delusion, but this guy's gotta do something right.

It's hard to think I've got it figured out.

"Oh, by the way. Is it a loss to this side because they took your heart instead of your lips?

This is a very low-income business.

This is against my principles of living.

Well...,"

Her star-like eyes glistened in the night sky.

I looked at him intently. She was in deep shock now.

Because there has never been a time when her predictions have been wrong.

Her puerile fingers, like white jade, braced her lips like red jewels.

"How can this be?"

She's never been able to read her opponent's next move.

It was work. The other's complexion, the fine movements, the other's hidden habits,

Combining complexion, glow, voice, high pitch, etc., the behavior and mind of the other person in a moment.

It was the first time her ability to read had failed.

Even though she doesn't have the skills she wants, she's either good-looking or good-looking.

It's the first mistake I've ever tasted since I had the ability to sing.

Literally, she really deserved her failure.

She didn't predict his behavior. He is different from the others.

He can feel the kind of emotion that he normally feels in general.

I didn't feel anything like an empty empty white paper.

I didn't predict the next move.

If only he could have foreseen his insolent theft a moment ago.

I wouldn't have let it slide. And you're not being so ridiculous.

I wouldn't have.

By the way, this bratty thief has failed to make her predictions.

She made it and stole her lips.

He stole the intangible meaning that he could never regain.

"Die, you rude bastard."

Out of the blue when Ryu-Yeon was keeping a long conversation break with her.

The grassland, which was only five sheets away, was swaying.

And like the light, one in-young pops out like a fish and heads towards Ryu-yeon.

He suddenly swung his sword.

It was not a nonsense.

I felt a lot of rage, but the anger distracted the sword.

Ryu-yeon died in exchange for stealing the girl's noble first kiss.

I didn't have the slightest desire to be your eternal companion.

I avoided blackness by exercising my abilities.

Ryu-Yeon twisted her body slightly to the side, rushing like a crazy boar.

The man's sword slid out of his way.

Looking at Inyoung's face trying to catch his first blow to nothing,

He looked just fine. By the standards of judgment of the people of the country,

He was a man of great appearance who deserves to be considered a man of great strength.

"With his filthy, filthy lips, I dare you to say,

He deserves to be cursed for stealing his lips.

Apologize for the crime."

A burning anger.

His pupils were burning to the ground.

Ryu-yeon couldn't figure out why he was so excited.

"Isn't that too much of a kiss?"

"What? You rude man."

Once again, anger erupted like an active volcano in the eyes of a young man standing just around the corner.

The name of a young man with a blue silk robe and white liquor.

WI Jicheon, the black dragon Wi Jicheon.

He was a rising star who was carrying the future of the Cheongseong faction with the early days of the Cheongseong faction.

The Seven Sword Dragons carved on his chest and the Cheonmu Guryong embroidered on his sleeve.He spoke for himself. I don't understand why you're the owner of such power.

Is it hovering around a woman?

It's like escorting?

"Hut, if someone else has what they want, they're gonna persecute someone.

It's not a good habit.

That's why a kid who's been robbed of his toys cries.

You'll get it wrong. If you're jealous, why don't you tell them you'

Don't stand there like a scarecrow and run around like a madman."

Ryu-Yeon continued to scratch the inside of Wichicheon Stream.

There was a scratchy reaction, so I was rather enjoying it.

"Shut up. I can only look at her from a distance. beside her

I'm happy just to be around her, breathing in the air together.

But all of us look at it and hold it in our hearts.

Blasphemy with my lips that smear a sacred idol.

I will cut your dirty lips and tongue open raw beef."

It was a great example of what it was like to be out of control.

It was a genuine threat with a terrifying life, but one of Ryu-Yeon's eyebrows.

It was too much to even flinch.

" Yeah, I haven't used my tongue yet. Don't hold me back.

Unfortunately, it was a kiss with only lips.

I have a case and a pattern. From the beginning, I've been so radical.

I don't."

A man of sense, of course, to a woman he's never seen before.

You're going to kiss me again?

This is not fair.

"Shut up and shut up and don't blaspheme her anymore."

"I don't remember insulting her. It's a man who's alive by delusion and delusional heresy.

I'm skinny."

"Shut up, he who insulted her must pay."

"Wouldn't this cut-off single suit be enough?

"It was a pretty tough, sturdy outfit."

Ryu-Yeon waved with his cut front.

Woo Min-joon, the best semi-nam, has become keen.

Seriously or not, you're talking like that.

I couldn't open my eyes to forgive him.

"It's not as if your body has been cut in half. That's not even close."

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

Then she'd have blood on her hands.

That's such a sad story. I don't."

On her face, listening to their conversation in silence.

A little unexpected light came to my mind.

"What you said was that I had to avoid it because I didn't want blood on her hands.

Sounds like a story. Not because I don't want to waste my little life."

I don't know whose life is cheap.

" Well, there's nothing that can't be done."

Ryu-Yeon, who is sure his life isn't half-selling now, replied.

Yet his life was being traded at a list price under a firm credit guarantee.

Blinded by anger, there was no desire to bargain with customers who were not good at commercial morality.

It was a foolish deal that was obvious that even half the price would not be properly received.

"A man like you is no longer worth dealing with.

It's only a dirty mouth to deal with any more."

Wi Jicheon chewed it out. Ryu-Yeon only directed at himself with all the malice and murder.

The opponent, who poured out full emotions without getting tired, was somewhat unpleasant.

"I'm not a bird. So the sparrow that flies in the field of autumn ripen rice.

I don't want you to handle it. Scarecrow!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Once again, Wi Jicheon's Bogum was scattered towards Ryu-Yeon's systemic hematoma.

Wi Jicheon's performance was surprisingly sharp and sharp as a well-melt Bogum.The one chasing after the back of a woman - from Ryu-Yeon's point of view.

It was a pretty, uh, pretty high level of adherence for a guy.

"Splash"

A fierce sword barged in on Ryu-Yeon from all directions. With a bluish sword

The fierce angle of the bloodbath is never the master of green skills.

I was lighting it up.

But Ryu-Yeon slipped away with his sentinel as if it were a matter of course.

"You've got a knack for it, haven't you?

Baek's man made cynicism and sprayed black again.

He's about to end the minnow's breathing.

I was absolutely convinced that I would succeed.

Considering his usual confidence and ability, a newborn baby boy.

He judged that his skills were not beyond his control.

I've got enough skills to cook for a kid.

It was his idea to have.

" Why didn't you go for it if you were so upset?

She is not a mirage that just looks at her without approaching."

But she was a dream, a mirage and a goddess for Wi Jicheon.

It was a sacred sanctuary that I would not dare touch.

"How do you know how I feel? How dare you."

Wi Jicheon threw up his anger at Ryu-Yeon's taunt and blacked it out in a monstrous way.

But Ryu-Yeon dodged his sword like a loach.

Of the countless shadows of the sword that have yet to be brushed against his collar.

There was no blade at all.

"Don't you know that beauty belongs only to the brave?

It's an unchanging truth from whales."

"Gasp, gasp.

Wi Jicheon is starting to get tired of his pool. That's why he used to wield a weapon.

The devastating sword that had never been before was gradually abating.

"Why don't you give up now?

Doesn't it seem meaningless to try any more?"

"Not yet, not yet, it's not over. I will never forgive you.

Never."

Suddenly, his eyes became serious, and he took a breath and took a posture.

The swordplay was directed to Ryu-Yeon.

And a visionary white shadow that rises throughout the sword.

Ryu-yeon knew very well what it was.

It's a checkup.

It's certainly not fixed yet, but it's definitely...

I hope that the murder of the neoplasm Wi Jicheon will eventually develop into murder.

There was, never wanted to end in moderation.

A man blinded by love also seemed to come down to one type.

"What a fool."

Ryu-Yeon made a fair assessment, and even the mockery is now Wi Jicheon's.

I couldn't hear.

"Power triad"

At the same time, the sword of the man vibrated, pulling out tens of branches of strength.

Of course, Kang Ki's only goal is to make sure Ryu-Yeon's...

It was a fatal death.

It could be said that the fight between the two was inevitable.

The best Cheongseong faction in Cheonmu Academy, which has been raging these days.

Initial Jae and the mysterious youngster he judges.

Ryu-Yeon's confrontation Na-Yerin's biggest follower and reception.

WI Jicheon, a member of the escort service, is his favorite.

The evil, ugly filth that defiled the noble goddess, the way it is in this world.

There was no way to let it go.

There's only one price to touch his goddess, and that's death.

Wi Jicheon was never willing to compromise on this far-reaching outcome.

Except, of course, the assumption that your opponent agrees with this decision, if you refuse,I was fully willing to enforce it even by force. He's got that kind of skill and pride.

There was. Until today, Wi Jicheon has been able to live up to the noble radiance surrounding her.

The first of its kind to invade a sanctuary that was impenetrable and forced to walk around and watch.

I had no intention of keeping the intruder alive.

Ryu-Yeon's sin of trampling on his sanctuary with mud feet was dexterous misery. his ability

The official sign is the Seven Swords Dragon's pattern embroidered on the chest.

Only a hundred people were consoled by the Seven Swordsmen in this Chunmuhakgwan.

Ryu-Yeon didn't know it and didn't care.

The "Three-Sword Sword Test" was a technique of ascension that could be sprayed three times in a row.

Few people at that age could afford to sprinkle the black lecture three times in a row.

His performance was outstanding. Even in front of a bunch of sword steel scattering around you.

Ryu-Yeon was not shaken. Dozens of kinkers have changed his body.

Just before the shredding, his body became blurred and his body appeared to overlap in three layers.

A spleen of phoenix's welcome. Caused by the high-speed movement of the starter.

It was the peak of the Samchupyeong, a fantastic place where the afterimage overlapped in three layers.

The sharpest of the thousand-won three-point sword cut Ryu-yeon's body.

But Wi Jicheon felt the skin cracking and bone breaking in his hands.

I didn't feel it. It was a delusion.

The second explosive force, J.J.I.L.D.'s tamponade, Ryu-Yeon's body.

It was fierce, but this time it was in vain. J.J.I.L.D. is still alive.

Nevertheless, it would have brought him a piece of stone-like futility that fell on the edge of a bay.

Last, third, he pulled his whole body's quaint to the brim.

The third verse, the third attack, was celebrated.

I wish you all the best this time, and I wish you the best of luck.

Ryu-Yeon's body was eggmed in bundles. For once, Wi Jicheon is determined to succeed in his attack.

I believed it, but the joy of the moment, and soon his faith, like the sand castles swept away by the waves, was in shape.

It collapsed without it. All three new models were illusions that could not be reached.

One of the three was not real. He's got a lot to offer for nothing.

He was gasping and gasping for energy.

It has become a waste of energy and energy. Because of the great exhaustion of my strength,

Ryu-Yeon looked at him, exhausted, with a relaxed look. We hit the target.

A botched attack is useless no matter what power the attack has.

Ryu-Yeon's new model is the only one that shows Wi Jicheon's 3 pictures like a lie.

Even though his powdery water is hard enough to be the second thing in the world to go.

Although stomacheous, he wasn't reckless enough to fight the sword with his bare hands.

There was a gleam in his eyes. Ryu-Yeon's right hand trembles lightly, and it's a fantastic silver lining.

A shadow stretched out from his sleeve. The first seasonal event in Cheonmu Academy.