Book 13 Chapter - 7

I crossed the bridge in time. Hyorong, who hasn't come back to his senses yet,

Jangheung crossed the tug-of-war with Deulche. I was afraid I'd throw it away.

Lee Jin-seol breathed a sigh of relief.

The only ones left were Ryu-Yeon and Na-Yerin, the elderly.

Then Ryu-Yeon looked back at Jong-Hae and asked.

"Grandpa, what happened to the next story?"

Ryu-Yeon must be curious about what happened after that. Jong-Gae replied.

"Is it something you'll naturally find out when you go up there? You're high up.

You'll hear more stories as you go up. And... and...

If you want to know the end of this story..."

Jong-gae stopped talking for a while and regained his breath. I don't know why you'd you tell me this?

I can't help but wonder if he's doing it to that young man.

There's no hope of that happening to that young man.

It's a horse, but he's determined to speak.

"If you are capable, you will climb to the top of Cheonmubong Peak, in addition to the volcanic conventions,

Then you'll know the end of the story.

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

I will, but it may be better not to know..."

The last word was too small to understand.

Ryu-Yeon did not forget the baby. But the journey is more than I thought.

It was never easy.

The identity of herd blindness.

(Nabaekcheon gently placed the regular report letter in his hand on the wooden table.It was a report that flew 10 times faster than Jeonseo-gu.)

News from all over the river except the periphery.

I couldn't get it in half a day. I don't have a castle or two.

That was enough.

"You're out of the woods for now. We're gonna make it through all three gates.

Shall we?"

That was not the only concern.

"And even if it passes...The children, indeed, run through the fear.

Can we get over it?"

Maybe it's just trying to ignore reality and turn a blind eye to it.

That unpleasant memory stuck to one side of the memory like a leech.

It was not easy to get through it and get over it completely. Why

Because he has also experienced it firsthand.

A hundred years ago. Volcano!

Boom boom!

As I recalled what happened to him, my right arm suddenly began to pulsate violently.

I quickly pressed it hard with my left hand. Like God

Job was like a big fish.

The pulse soon calmed down.

"Phew."

When his right arm calmed down, Nabaekcheon's complexion returned to its original state.

"Are you not getting out of the way soon enough?"

Floating in the blue sky, a small view of the open window of the Oval Office.

I could see a yellow cloud.Maybe because I saw it through the window, the sky looked so small.

It's so-tae. It tastes like something you chew. But compared to others, this is...

He was well aware that the symptoms were a drop in the ocean.

He's possessed by the spirits of that time and still can't leave.

There are also rams.

"The first gateway to the labor and management is the easiest of the three.

Twice? He's at the gate. He's caught up in his eccentric personality.

I hope I don't get hurt, Yerin."

She seems to be very worried about her daughter.

The world's most powerful people are restless about their daughter.

It was just that time when it was going.

"Myeongju!Myeongju! Where are you? You didn't forget your appointment with your concubine today.

I'm sure, right?"

Suddenly, the voice of a woman outside the door surprised Na Baek-cheon.

Though the voice of a gentle, noble middle-aged woman, Nabaekcheon was still in the roar of the lion.

They shivered like rats and shrank like rats.

'Oh! I forgot.'

It was Na Baek-cheon, who was said to have been almost censored, but he...

The thrill I felt now was a premonition of fear and death. Desperate stomach for life.

I had a bad feeling.

"But what day was it today?"

Since there were not one or two anniversaries, it was hard to pick them up and swallow them one by one.

Is it the 45th anniversary of our engagement?Or is it our 40th wedding anniversary?Well, mouth

Is it our 20th anniversary? Or is it the anniversary of Yerin's first replacement or...Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

He quickly pulled out an anniversary gimmick and began to check it out in a hurry.

The gimmick taken out of his arms looked very thick, and not a single page was empty.

Maybe we should have an anniversary assistant or something, you know, whining about it's not going to work.

Then Nabaekcheon hurried to turn over the blame.

Life at stake! I could never neglect it.

"Honey, where are you?"

Again outside the door, the voice of his wife, Bingwolseonja Yecheng, was heard.

She's usually an infinitely soft and wise wife, but once she's upset.

He had to risk his life no matter how much he was censored.

And Na Baek-cheon has never done this in a fight with her.In fact, Yecheng, now his wife, was his second wife. I live with my first wife.

I've been a star for almost a hundred years. His first? My wife was a coward.

I died. I lived alone for many years after that. There was no child.

At first, I wasn't even thinking about remarriage. Actually, it's time to care.

There was no car, and there were hundreds of things he had to deal with every day.

will

The second symbol is the strong political smell? Say no, say no.

But people around me forced me to remarry.

I didn't feel like it at first. But his refusal was not accepted.

It's a shame when a man who is the leader of a group of people is alone.

Dogs were a strong claim from people around them. Friend after those close to him.

Even the fields stepped out. They were not friends, they were wens. the spirit of being fully entertaining oneself

The color was vivid. Did you want to make fun of Moorim that much? Finally, he too

I had no choice but to surrender.

His second wife was too young by comparison. Besides, it's really too much.

She was so beautiful that. To be honest, it was lovely.Suddenly a hundred years younger.

It seemed like an old man's gimmick? I had nothing to say when I heard the thief.that

And he's definitely starting to wonder why the master of cutting corners is so evenly reduced in his first half of the year.

I proved it. Indeed, he was a master.

It was true that it was awkward at first. That's why I'm so focused on my work, my wife.

I neglected to Like a blind man stumbles his way, what to do, what to do.

It was a terrible thing. And then one day his wife called him in and lost.

I spoke in an underground voice.

"No matter how hard you work, you're the one who's responsible for the recidivism.

Even if you call me a leader, I'm the only one rich before that. The receiver is in peace.

How can a man who can't control a family properly?

We can rule Moorim's safety with righteousness!

If I didn't have the affection of a blind eye, at least I would have.

Show me your affection for him.'

Madamida, you're right. How can you argue with Na Baek-cheon?

Would there have been. At that moment, Nabaekcheon raised the white flag and expressed his surrender.

And soon after, my daughter Yerin was born. Treasure of treasure. Too Too Too Ears

I couldn't stand it. I thought it wouldn't hurt to put it in my eyes.After that

He gave his wife the benefit of the doubt.The best classified in the world.

It was already twenty years old.

"Honey, where are you?"

Once again, the wife's voice was heard.

"Yes, yes, ma'am, go now!"

I'm respected not only by the crowd, but by some black islanders.

A hundred ships of the White Pearl Sword!

As you can see, he was now an unstoppable henpecked wife.

The second gate!

Surprisingly, the old man crossed the rope bridge safely despite worries and expectations of salinity.

In addition, some people are amazed at the speed that is second to none by other young people.

It was clear that it wasn't an ordinary old man either.

I was worried that the identity was still unclear like a misty maze, but "Inje of Taegeuk."

I couldn't leave anyone who knew the real master existed anywhere other than Wow-Ryu-Yeon.

The mountain has become higher and more rugged.dense lines of long, magnificent, beautiful trees refreshing

The scent of the trees lightened their footprints, and the more they stepped, the more they were, the bigger the forest.

It was covering up the increasingly hot sun. Through the lush green leaves.

A little bit of sunlight squeezed through the gap and drew a white trajectory of light in the shadow.There was no such thing as a road. As I walked, it only kept going up and down.

Where they're going, that's the way it is. While the grass is long enough to cover the knees, there are places that are as strong as a millennium.

Sometimes there was a desolate place full of rocks that didn't grow a single grain of grass.

Still in autumn, there was no visible wave of red plum blossoms, the pride of the volcano.

There was no need to look for the second gate with open eyes. Uh.

When I asked him if he was Dina, he said, "You'll find out when you're up there."

I saw them off. They naturally found out, as Jong-Hae said.

It was that kind of place.

It was a spacious vacant lot.

I think it's a space in the middle of this steep Cheonmubong.

It was indescribably flat and wide. It's a tough road for animals.

Passersby intuitively noticed that this was the second gateway.

"Is there anyone?That's a bad silence."

The salinity looked around.

Apparently, like the first gate, there's a second gate manager.

It was a matter of course, but no matter how many times you look around you, you'll find a person'

I didn't feel any signs.

Then Ryu-yeon raised his hand and pointed across the front. There was nothing lame or cumbersome to say.

The salinity gaze moved along the tip of the finger.

It was a wall. A pitch-black wall like the darkness of the night.

As if attracted by a magnet, people walked toward the black wall.

People walk up to the black walls as far as they can reach.

I could see that the wall glows like a mirror.

"Oh, my God!"

Ryu-Yeon rarely loses her balance with embarrassment or dismay.

A sense of consternation came out of someone's mouth.

He's extremely restrained, but he's got a weak arm to touch the wall.

Even the tremors were impossible to contain.

"Why is this here..."

Ryu-Yeon's cold touch of black ice-like rock with her fingertips.

The eyes sank deep into the abyss.

The wall is strong in its pride, form, and beauty under any natural coercion.

I thought I could keep the habit. That's how daunting and wonderful the wall is.

It was produced in a firm manner. How dare you scratch me with any external force?

I didn't think I could pay.

But now, the pride of the stout rock is carved on it.

It was torn apart by one wound. Once upon a time, he had a strong sense of progeny

The ancient black luster that seems to have been ravaged by countless orchids.

Uh, there was.

Flat black walls with Ryu-Yeon's hands at the center, spider-like fine.

The lines were drawn tightly.

It's kind of like hundreds of turtles with shells on their backs.

Spiders were visible, sometimes hanging over a smooth black-gloss mirror.

It also looked like a rope.

"What makes him so agitated?'

It was Ryu-Yeon, always light and overjoyed. Na-Yerin has ever been

I've never seen him put on such a serious look.

Ryu-yeon's children's song, the more I think about it, the more I think about it, the more I don't match it.

Even though she doesn't want to, her heart is always in the right place.

Couldn't read.But now his mind is somewhat wide open.

There was clearly a stir that spread like a spear in. shadow of doubt

As the layers piled up, his agitation grew bigger and bigger and bigger.I even felt scared.

Perhaps she didn't notice, Ryu-Yeon kept staring at the black wall.It can't be!'

Ryu-Yeon never wanted to admit it.

The line was thin and sharp, but indifferent to the weather of time.

It held an intangible sword. If it's not God's work, it's man's magic.

The devil's trick to engrave despair in the sound.

The Binggum is unknowingly moving his foot near the wall.

I found myself. The pattern on the front of the black wall, his gaze blankly.

I was looking at them.

"Father?"

Behind the scenes, Gwanseolji, the daughter of the bingo, called him, but he pretended to listen.

His eyes were only on the black wall.

Namgung Sangsang, Yong Cheon, Psalm, Jangheung, Maharyong, Sinyu, intangible,

I joined the ranks as if I was attracted by energy. There's a couple of them.

More joined.

Then two clusters formed. Closer to the wall, piercing the pattern.

Labo is a little far from his class, just looking at what's wrong with them.

They were the ones watching.

Those who led Ryu-Yeon close to the wall, hidden in a black stone wall, were left alone.

I looked at it as if I was trying to find a mystery and solve a mystery. But rock