Book 11 Chapter - 3

Their gaze continued to climb along an intangible straight line that narrowly passed the top of the mountain.

Their heads were bent more and more upward. And they saw.

At that moment they wanted to pluck their eyes out.

They are twice as likely to exist behind the mountain as they have struggled to conquer.

I could see a mountain that was likely to be three times tougher.

"Don't tell me...?"

Nam Gung-sang's mouth trembled badly.

"No, you're kidding me, aren't you?"

"You're kidding me, aren't you?"

"Hey, tell me you're kidding."

The masterminds, including the statue of Namgoong, were in despair.

"Do you think I'm going to spend all my time joking around with you guys?"

The faces of the operatives were distorted into metaphysical shapes. But the salinity was no joke.

He couldn't have been more serious now.

Once again, they raised their trembling fingers in disbelief and pointed to the mountain they didn't want to look at.

"Then really……?"

The tongue of the Southern Palace was shaking violently. Salinity nodded silently.

All of the operatives were in tears, like a man who had a portrait.

People other than the operatives looked at the operatives with anxiety, fear and compassion.

But no one stepped up and tried to stop the salinity.

There was no clear justification to restrain his actions. What can I say when a teacher disciplines a disciple?

Those who managed to get out of the way in this desperate situation deeply thanked heaven for the fact that they were not elected to the main character of this misfortune.

The operatives in their eyes looked very pathetic.

They could feel free to sympathize with the marquis because they were safe.

"Come on, if you're standing there stupidly, does San run to you?" Let's go!

Once again, the salinity roar burst out. And he added a cruel comment.

"First come, first served."

First come, first served!

It was the same thing as saying that a person who was left behind might have to go to that place again.On a first come, first served basis, they had to run to the death once again.

In no time, the 16 figures turned into small dots across the horizon.

The salinity looked like a ghost or a goblin in the eyes of the delegation's people watching the misfortune of the operation.

I was scared to the point where I got goosebumps. The anxiety that they could end up like that at any time.

It was a raid on them.

Fortunately, he did not have to run now because he did not have a connection with Yeomdo, so he breathed a sigh of relief and silently paid tribute to the operations team and expressed his condolences.

After a long time, light began to shine on the top of the mountain one by one.

Salinity, who saw it, instructed the delegation to look back and depart.

"Don't you have to wait for your seniors?"

Hyorong plucked up the courage to ask. Because they still needed a lot of time to come back.

"How long can we stay here?" Do you want to be homeless here today?"

"Oh, no."

Hyorong shook his head quickly. Salinity peered at the mountain and turned his head without hesitation.

"They'll come after you, let's go!"

The salinity order was nothing short of cool.

When they joined the group again, it was around 5 p.m. to 7 p.m., when the sun went over to Seosan.

Of course, it was after all five of the new scents were burned down.

And next to it was an additional scent. Five was not enough time measurement.

The statue of Namgung was the first of its members to arrive, so he was able to save his face.

Second and third were Hyun-woon and Jin-ryeong.

Nohak was unfortunately placed fourth and was once again lucky to conquer the mountain.

However, it was the idea of labor and management to cut the boat.

They probably ran at the fastest speed ever.

All 16 were exhausted to the point of death. He said it was first come, first served, but he didn't have the energy to play twice.

It was because he exhausted too much experience in a short time.

If I had climbed the mountain with a new method of average speed, I wouldn't have been this tired.

But the devil of competition has put them all in the depths of fatigue.

All 16 of them were sprawled out on the ground, running again, no matter how fiery the salinity was.

I couldn't tell you to come.

"Tsk tsk, how can you stretch like this just because you ran that much?"

"Bear, bear, bear, bear, bear, bear, bear! That... that far away?"

The rest of the delegation, who had been listening to the voice of salinity in heavy silence, was appalled.

If the arrow of salinity is directed at them...….

They were left wondering if they should write a suicide note in advance.

"I didn't train you so weakly.

How can you survive this tough lake with such weakness?

Can you knock your opponent's nose out of the tough volcano conventions and win?"

The words of salinity were like abstractions.

"I don't want to see you weak anymore today.

But if you disappoint me again tomorrow, you'd better be prepared. Break up now!"

As soon as the words of the salinity were over, the marquee members foamed and collapsed.

Ryu-yeon came to the side of the salinity, who was watching the marquee members lying here and there with their tongues kicked.

He glanced quietly at the scent of the incense burner.

"That's too much. Reduce it to three."

Salinity nodded silently.

He turned his head and ordered in a cold voice from some restless delegates watching him."Hug me!"

Several of the men's and women's delegations carried the members of the operation who fainted at the instruction of Yeomdo Island.

Yumdo carried Namgoong statue on his back. The hand of the Southern Palace statue on his back drooped.

There was a strange light in the eyes of the salinity.

"……a man with a hat! Let's go!"

At the command of Salinity, the delegation quickly moved again.

This is because we must arrive at the target village before the sun sets completely.

a cheap idea

"Watch out for…!"

Chishan was lost in thought, recalling an indelible video of the past in his office.

"Who was that referring to?"

He still remembered what happened then.

It was not long after the death of Gal Hyo-bong, the grandson of Musinma Paecheon Gal Jung-hyuk, overturned Heukdo Island.

After Galjungcheon, the black and white leader, declared blood retaliation, one of the best armed groups of the black and blue men, the Iron Bimadae, left the camp.

The main gate of Cheonmu Hakgwan

It was right after returning with incredible news of defeat without knocking.

On the defeat of Cheolgak Bima University, the leader of Cheolgak Bima University admitted his disastrous defeat without making any excuse. And I asked for punishment.

The strange thing was that he kept his mouth shut and remained silent about who, how, and why he lost.

Not only that, but none of the members of the Iron and Steel Brigade opened their mouths as if they had promised.

He was the one who tried to deprive him of his majority position in a fit of anger.

The disposition was eased with three months of solitary confinement due to strong dissuasion.

When Chishan heard the news, he couldn't resist curiosity.

"Who is there to break through the shock of the iron-angle Bid generation and turn the Muyeongchang of gale, mukhon, and guchonics into sorghum?"

Unable to resist curiosity, he decided to meet Guchunhak in person.

If I did something wrong, I would have been called the Iron Angled Bimarius.

He was detained in a damp, damp cellar with a stench of mold.

"Open it!"

I've already done the procedure and I've got permission.

Not only that, but the people who had met him before had not heard anything, the official hinted.

Squeak! The iron door, which had been tightly closed with a rough friction sound, opened and a deep darkness appeared.

Guchunhak quietly closed his eyes on a hard stone bed, with his legs crossed.

My hair was messy because I hadn't trimmed my hair and beard.

The beard was on its own. However, despite his probation over two months in solitary confinement, he still attempted to overwhelm his opponent.

No, rather sharpened in this darkness.

Cheeky had to shudder at the feeling of looking at a sharp.

I quietly opened my eyes that Guchunhak had closed and looked at the cheapness. Cheater shuddered in the beastly glow of the eye.

It was such a powerful eye shadow that could not be seen as a loser's eye.

Rather, he was trembling with terrible war. It was a life-and-death prayer.

Judging from the recent marks on the walls everywhere, he seemed to have not neglected his training in this darkness.

The solitary cell was quite large. So it didn't interfere with the training. And no one interfered with the training.

It was rather encouraged. What can I do for a living in the dull darkness where even this light is denied a visit.

He was just training his body and mind.Unfortunately, he, a master of singing, could not possess weapons because he was a prisoner.

"What are you doing in this humble place, Macheongak?"

The two were in a situation where they knew each other.

"It's been a while. Old Lord!"

It was ambiguous for the two to rank or rank them because they belonged wrong.

So now the two were respecting each other.

"Daeju-ra..." It's been a while since I heard that name. Now I'm just a sinner."

"What do you mean sinner? It's just a probation that will be released soon."

A cheap word of comfort was delivered.

"But it doesn't change that I'm a sinner."

There was some self-help in his words. Now arguing about the subject was in vain.

Cheohan wanted to change the subject to another place, even for the purpose of her coming this far.

"What is it in your hand?"

It looks like chopsticks, but it's not meal time, and it was just one pair like a wild goose that lost its mate.

Gastronomy picked up the other chopsticks.

"You mean this?"

Chisang nodded. It was caused to wonder what he was so fond of doing with a pair of chopsticks.

"This is my window."

Guchunhak answered calmly.

"Window?"

Guchunhak nodded, but Chishan couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Isn't a spear a weapon whose handle is over nine characters long and with pointed, sharp metal at the end?"

With a puzzled look on his face and his hands, Chishan alternately looked at the very chopsticks in question, which he named a spear.

"This is also a window."

Gastronomy spoke vigorously and remained unyielding. Cheaterhan felt as if he had been treated like a fool.

"But, uh...What about the spear?"

He had to go the extra mile to spit out the word spear.

"I've learned how to sing, so shouldn't I raise a spear?" But I don't have a favorite singer here, so I'll have to do this instead."

The dwarf chopsticks were his spearhead.

"You're saying it's possible?"

"Of course."

Along with the answer, the finger of the Old Testament pointed to one wall.

Walking along the tip of his finger, the fat guy had his face so close to the wall that his nose was crushed.

It wasn't until I opened my eyes wide enough to tear them apart that I could see it.

The wall was filled with holes as small as an ant's nest. It was impossible to count the numbers.

Cheater suddenly got goosebumps. Suddenly, I felt afraid of this man sitting with his seat turned in front of me.

"In spite of being locked up in this harsh environment, his martial arts have become stronger, let alone weaker.

He is a man who should never let his guard down.

If this kind of man later becomes an obstacle to great work, it's very difficult for him to do not to be asked.

What an amazing man."

There was a sense of vigilance against the Old Testament in the mind of a fatuous man.

"Why are you so desperate to train?"

I could never build this much training with my work. Cheershan could feel that Guchunhak was very desperate.

"There's someone I must knock down with my own hands. He cannot give way to anyone."

At the moment, the eyes of the Old Astronomy flashed and gleam, and a great deal of great war was blown out of his body.

The lowdown on the fierce momentum winced.

"Then who is the one who defeated the mighty iron-clad squadron led by such a scary man?"It is clear that he is the one who says that astronomy must win.

So he's a monster?" We have to figure out who he is somehow."

Fatahan's head turned violently at a high speed. It was just the moment he tried to open his mouth again.

"Well, now go back."

The man who was slain by the sudden blessing was embarrassment was embarrassed.

"What do you mean?" I haven't asked anything yet, old Lord."

This kind of livestock decree was an unexpected situation.

"Didn't you come to ask about that day?"

His tone was filled with bitterness.

"Yes!"

Why else would you come to such a musty place! Cheater Han nodded gently.

"Then I have nothing to say. My answer is the same as it has been so far."

It was a silent exercise of willpower. At a glance, he didn't seem to be the one to break his will.

It was clear that such a man was a stubborn man.

Then the hard-line response was not good. This type of ruler was a race that chose to break rather than bend.

Cheaterhan decided to take a detour.

"Did you know there's not much time left for the volcano conventions?"

"Of course."

"You know how important it is to our Black Heavenly Blindness, Skylight, and even to the whole of Heukdo."

Guchunhak nodded once again as a sign of positivity. He was perfectly normal.

Those who do not know the importance of it are rather pessimists, leaders, and merchants in the current Gang-ho.

"Achoo!"

At that time, there was a person sneezing on the lake side of the far-flung lake.

Because his long black bangs were shiny and tickled his nose.

A cheap smile followed again.

"Then, that's a big deal coming up, and if there's any variable, we need to know."

How embarrassing would people be if they faced an unexpected situation without any countermeasures?

And the embarrassment will never work in our favor.

If our Heukdo is defeated by those Backdoers...….

Of course, it shouldn't happen, but assuming that one thing might happen,

It's a terrible nightmare to even think about."

Now your hopeless silence is an act of transfer that could seriously hurt our entire Black Island.

It is a euphemism to say that it may be a betrayal of the organisation and that you should act on your own.

A cheap shot once again looked at Koo Chun-hak's face, but it was unclear whether he had noticed the hidden meaning of his words.

"If what I've been through is not a dream, any measures may be useless."

His answer was determined. What on earth would a man like to write off as a fantasy?"

I couldn't even guess what Cheeshan was.

That's why I was even more nervous. This means that the variable is so influential.

"There's only one thing I can say."

"What is it?"

Cheater's ears were pricked up. He was determined not to miss a single word.

"Watch out for the boy with long bangs that cover his eyes. He's... ..."

Flap!

"What does a boy with long bangs have to do with danger?"

The thought of Chishan, who pondered the last words of mysterious Old Astronomy, was Jeon Seo-eung's.

It was cut off with the sound of wings announcing its arrival.It was a secret letter that arrived directly in front of him without going through the Unification Party, which is in charge of non-agreement books.

After taking out the script from the barrel hanging from the hawk's leg, the fatality immediately rose from his seat.

"Have you heard from him?"

A cold, sober look was directed at the cheap.

"Yes, sir, we have a message from red blood now."

"What's the content?"

"They've come into contact with deer. From now on, we're going to launch a covert pursuit."

Daegonja nodded silently.

"And I've been asking for further instructions."

"Do phase two of Operation Two. Let's see how good he is."

"Respect!"

recite a poem!

Ryu-Yeon's amazing change these days.

He's also capable of delicate thought activities.

It's just that.

Originally, Ryu-Yeon didn't know it was a worry. He deliberately didn't learn how to live the world seriously. However, he has a concern these days.

It was also a suspicion.

"Again!"

Ryu-Yeon couldn't help but be troubled by the fact that she couldn't even count how many times this situation has been.

I wondered why he was doing that, but I couldn't think of a clear answer.

There's no way there's a problem in this world with answers!

Concerns could be said to be a mental by-product of the problem-solving process of finding answers.

The problem will naturally be solved.

Na-Yerin has been avoiding eye contact with him on his way to the volcano since Il-il left the Cheonmu Academy.

It could be written off as a coincidence once or twice, but it seemed enough dozens of times already.

It was clear that it was deliberate.

What troubled Ryu-Yeon was the "why?" question.

Somehow Na-Yerin seemed to be trying to build a sense of distance from himself. Why do they try to avoid themselves?"

Her behavior was far from the coldness of the first time we met.

However, it is not the same as the soft side of the horse.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

Ryu-Yeon was not the type to go on bypass operations for answers.

However, there were too many obstacles and obstacles around him to break head-on.

After escaping Hwanma-dong, the light of vigilance was strengthened in the eyes of the old man who looked at him.

He seemed to treat himself as a reverse ghost.

But it wasn't Ryu-Yeon who would succumb to that disability.

Maybe I'm comfortable thinking that having a little disability would be more dramatic in a relationship.

Of course, dating with so many disabilities is rare in the world.

"Na-Yerin Na-Yerin is the idol of all our men! It's ridiculous that she should be a woman of a man!

Because there are more than one man shouting "Cholliger Station!"

First of all, about half of the men in the world were enemy.

It was also a calculation once removed from the men of Heukdo and some rare gays of taste.

It's quite dangerous and it happens.I could say it was a romantic environment.

Ryu-Yeon was good at calculating profits and losses.

I didn't know how to win a woman's heart by writing a long poem in beautiful and elegant sentences and rhymes.

It was an area that was untouchable, untouchable and uninvolved by all-rounders.

Therefore, I had no choice but to think about how to talk to Na-Yerin, whose cold wind suddenly became cold to him, like a cold winter breeze."I'd rather fight 10,000 enemies……. God d*mn it, what a terrible thing to do!"

Ryu-Yeon grumbled, sticking out his mouth and blaming the sky wholeheartedly.

Na-Yerin was less than three sheets away, but the distance in her heart seemed to have fallen by more than a thousand.

Perhaps it was after she was called by her father to have a one-on-one conversation.

"Ryu-yeon is very much aware of the fact."

The fact was banned by the government, but it was decided not to look into it.

It was clear that it would be wise, not to mention that it would benefit mental health.

"…I don't know."

Ryu-Yeon decided to give up easily. Unsolved, plus a solution, no answers, no arguments, no panacea.

It was a waste of time, or money, to risk one's life to find an answer to something that had no formula.

"Ghost!"

Ryu-yeon quietly sang the Namgoongsang.

The group was now crossing Mt. Gugung, located on the border between Gangseoseong Fortress, where Namchang, where Cheonmu Hakgwan is located, and Hobukseong Fortress, where Mt. Mudang is located.-_-;

"Yes, Ambassador!"

"What do you think you should do to win over a woman?"

Ryu-Yeon's sudden question threw Nam Gung-sang into a panic. That was also an unexplored area.

Wouldn't it be best to capture a woman's heart with a beautiful melody of language, too?"

"You mean horse feet?"

It was Ryu-Yeon who never thought he was being pushed by anyone.

"Those who fall behind in logic will never win a complete victory! Therefore, you have to be strong!"

It was the teachings of a master who had been hard to hear since childhood.

Master thought it would be hard to win if anything was lost in words.

If you lose the battle of words, you will be able to pass the advantage to your opponent.

That leaves us with no choice but to fight against each other all the time.

It's hard to guarantee that it's a real win if logic doesn't convince the opponent.

However, even if the winner of an argument is the winner, the loudest one does not win an argument.

Of course, there are a lot of people in the world who can't make sense and who can make fists.

And when words don't work, when you feel you're at a disadvantage, sometimes human violence is used as a tool.

At that time, I have no choice but to reply with my fist.

However, the area where Nam Gung-sang talks now was naturally not that way.

Maybe Ryu-Yeon is wrong about something.

"Well, I mean, like a poem."

"Poetry?"

The horse's legs went high up in the sky. Ryu-yeon's expression changed strangely. For a moment, Namgung's heart sank.

'You must have read too many romance novels!'

Even if I said, "It's face and money that captivates a woman," I wouldn't have made such a strange face.

Ryu-yeon suddenly wanted to pat the head of Namgoongsang.

"Innocent!"

In fact, Ryu-Yeon didn't even know why to call him naive.

When he was a child, he saw the old age of iron make-up doing so, and he just copied it.

"You seem to have an eye for poetry, seeing as you say so. Then you write a poem!"

Ryu-Yeon ordered the Southern Palace statue. Disobedience was a powerful order comparable to unacceptable military rule.

"I... do I?"

This was an unexpected development of events. Nam Gung-sang was embarrassed for a moment. Of course I did learn.

One of the eight great families of Murim, Namgung Sega, is known as the King of War.

The foundation was when I was young because I cared about the culture of poetry, calligraphy, art, and painting to a little extent.But I learned a little about poetry because I had to break down, list and combine languages to rhyme.

It wasn't all done.

And in the light of his conscience, it was hard to say that Namgoongsang was a good student in the poetry sector.

"Yes, you have a decent Jeong-in, too! Why are you so surprised?"

"Well, I.N..."Not even a formal relationship...…."

Nam Gung-sang blushed and answered in a voice as big as a mosquito-like voice.

"Oh, my God. I'm not responsible if someone takes you away."

"Well, that's a heartless thing to say.…."

Soon the Namgoong statue was about to cry. Despite his increasingly strong and slowness, his timidity still lingered.

"Anyway, you have to write a beautiful poem to capture a woman's village."

"Yes..."

Namgoongsang's answer was as low as the sound of a mosquito.

"So why don't you name it?"

"Well, I mean...I'm the one."

Namgoongsang pointed his finger at his face.

The master of Namgung Sangsang and the complicated status of the ambassador nodded.

"You're not the only one here, are you?"

There seemed to be nowhere else to run away.

Namgung-san, who took a breath for a while, soon recited a poem. For him, it was a great work of courage.

But courage alone did not improve all results.

"You are my sun!

Alas, the world without you.

never coming back in the morning

Eternal night!"

He recited poems on the statue of Namgoong, with his eyes closed to remind him of poetry and emotions.

But with his eyes closed, he didn't notice Ryu-Yeon's face curiously distorted.

Namgung-sang, who spent a long time reading poems, peeked at Ryu-yeon's wit.

Ryu-yeon just smiled and smiled.

Smiling! I felt the ominous feeling in the smile, but Namgung-sang laughed together.

"You give it a try."

How dare I tell Na-Yerin Sozer...…. I'll be beaten to death by a spirit hawk.

Please don't do that! Ambassador, give me mercy!"

The statue of the Southern Palace quickly became a statue of tears and cried out. He was really in a hurry.

No, I was afraid of something rather than urgent.

"Tsk, you have a bright future. It's bright!"

Perhaps the distant future of the Southern Palace, called the unprecedented henpecked wife, came to his mind.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't even imagine the future of another Southern Palace statue.

Just like that!

"Argh!"

Nam Gung-sang crumpled his head.

"Tsk, tsk, what a jerk! Who told Yerin to recite a poem?" You wrote it, so I'll recite it to your Jeongin! Why are you looking at someone else's?"

Ryu-yeon clenched his tongue and raised his fist.

"To Ryeo-, Ryeong-mae?"

Ryu-yeon nodded vigorously. The statue of the Southern Palace stood nailed to the spot.

"Why, are you not confident?"

"No, I don't think so.…."

"Then go ahead and do it! Do it!"

Ryu-yeon's powerful command forced Nam Gung-sang to take a reluctant step.

Ryu-Yeon silently observed the hustle and bustle of the Southern Palace, like an audience.

Namgung-san was taking heavy steps as if his feet were a thousand feet.

At that rate, it seemed that he would not even be able to promise which millennium he would arrive at his beloved.

He looked a little pathetic as he approached the spirit standing far away with a cold sweat.

But now I have no intention of showing mercy.

In the first place, it was his fault that he was an immature lover.Finally, the statue of the Southern Palace and the spirit met. I could see him saying something.

The spirit nods its head. It seems to be a sign of consent.

Finally, the moment of battle!

Namgung-san finally threw away the combination of words he was ashamed to call his poem.

His psychological embarrassment was felt from a distance.

The face of the ghost, who was quietly closing his eyes with a gentle smile, suddenly hardened.

The already subtle smile had disappeared. Then the gap between her eyebrows folded once.

Puck!

At that moment, the elbow of the spirit struck the abdomen of the Southern Palace at a dazzling speed.

The speed is so high that people around me can't help but wonder why Nam Gung-sang suddenly grabbed his belly and folded his waist in half.

I didn't understand.

"Oh, my God!"

Ryu-Yeon exclaimed.

"At a time like that, you should have had your head smashed in."

Ryu-Yeon waited with a throbbing heart, but unfortunately there was no separation.

Jeong Na-mi had not been detached and was still attached.

At this time, there was only one word that came to his mind.

"Revenge of cause!"

Now Ryu-yeon's attention was no longer focused on the Southern Palace statue and the ghost.

He sank back into his own mental world.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, court lady! A word of sincerity would be more effective than such pretentious false language."

It was Ryu-Yeon, who hit the nail on the head in a strange way. In fact, the folding of shrimp in the Southern Palace was already planned.

Ryu-Yeon was quite a gold-learned body.

The melody and poetry were in line, so I could hear and feel them even though they were not properly built in formal ways.

I couldn't move a woman's mind with a few clumsy words like that.

I think it's too much of an act of fooling women to think that's possible.