Book 1 Chapter - 14

Namgungsang, who came to the side of the spirit, carefully asked the ghost.

Suddenly, my suffocating heart is pounding like it's about to explode.

The statue of the Southern Palace felt like it was going to explode.

"The former Master called me... ..and here..."

"Oh, my God, I...I'm here because you called me, too!

But you can't see where he is!important to do

I told you there was a story.

"And that's what he sent me! You can talk to me in person.

It's working!"

Crumbles behind their backs when they're agonizing over allegations.

I heard the sound of the street.

Then, suddenly, a fierce life is surrounding them!

Groups of needle-like livers stimulated both nerves.

The statue of Namgung looked back to confirm the identity of the spirit.

In this fog of life, this behavior is dangerous.

It was an action.

And there it was.

A sign of support! (Symbolic Ji-Se is a dangerous situation in front of a tiger.

It's an expression.It's not that. It's what happened when you were on the back of a tiger.

But to be on the back of that dreadful tiger.

That's how dangerous the situation is. I can't help it.

And when I got off, there was a tiger lunch... in a similar way.

There's a signpost, which represents an uncontrollable presence.

Let's pay attention to usage! )

In front of their eyes, the white man who is supposed to be called the king of unemployed.

A huge presence has emerged.

It's like a giant thing that's going to tear every living thing in the world apart.

A sharp claw, a green-grey, low-class creature that shines lower than himself.

Overwhelming eyes, the divine spirit of the body, covers the earth with a wide shade.

It was a white tiger with a huge body, a length of Mando 1 and a half.

Like the white tiger spewing a white life and overwhelming everything in front of him.

I was staring at both of them. With the eyes of the hunter who discovered the prey...

The two had no choice but to be nervous. And now the king of unemployed is quite...

The tension between the two of them is even greater.

There wasn't.

'Huh?Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Why is this

It's the appearance of an uninvited guest! No, no, no, no, no.

My plan is... I've been working hard on my plans for the night.

Hey, pay for my plan, man!

My time and money! Mental and physical fatigue from the use of the brain!To turn all that into a fire in a second!

This kitty------!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Path of scheduled process due to the emergence of unplanned variables at the moment.

Ryu-Yeon has no choice but to think about how to deal with the changes.

I can't help but think about it.

Let's put aside heresy, let's just sit back and watch.

I came to a conclusion.

Don't tell me your name is Murim's rising star, the rising sun.

It was also true that I felt like I was going to die.

But this time it wasn't just a normal guy. He's bigger than a normal white tiger.

He was two or three times bigger. His body length is as small as 1 sheet and a half! Standing

The length of the kidney is nearly half the length, and the eyes meet when standing in front of it.

He was a big enough guy to hit. I'm telling you, it's really not the right price.

He was like a man walking around, proving everything with his whole body.

Baekho, who was confronting the two, made a tentative decision.

The two men flew in to carry out the protest.

"Crying! Crying!"

Like a protectionist!The term "maybe" describes a situation like this.

It would have been a coined word. It's really too much of a protection.

It was a well-matched attack. The uncharacteristic cry of "Dangerous!"

Together, the statue of the Southern Palace came upon the spirit. Of course, this is what the Southern Palace tells the spirits.

I didn't mean to rush the spirits to gulp down my appetite.Of course

At a time like this, I'll try to trick the spirits or when!

Nor did he blow himself up with a grim mind.

At this moment, all I can think about is living in Namgoongsang's head.

It wasn't, usually enough to avoid. Even so.

Apparently, the third son of the Namgoong Sega of Murim. Namgoongsega

It was himself who inherited the tradition, called the best.

The Chosen Guryong, called the Giblet in the Cheonmu Academy.

It was because he was also a person. But here's a thought.

There was a variable that I couldn't even figure out. Their bodies are now normal.

It was that it was not.Which means they're both bodies are special.

I mean, it's under the circumstances. He must have moved to avoid the White Tiger.

The two were forced to pause for a moment. at one's disposal of one's body

It was because I couldn't drive. The reason is, of course, that they're both ankles and...

It was because there was a huge weight of silence on the wrist.

Unusual heavy movement! Besides, I'm still here.

They were two people who could not adjust to the weight and were wandering around.

Besides, the spirit is a woman who is naturally weak in strength. Of course

It's not just the power that controls the motion of silence.

What if I had to start one step behind a man?

It was an inescapable fact.

The wind in the arms of a living flew away, flapping its ears. Bar

Lam's mane leaves a scar on Namgoongsang's cheek, bleeding through it.

The physical physiological action of began to occur. The back of the southern palace top

I was soaked in cold sweat, and goosebumps swept over it.

And then Baekho, wondering if the first attack went to nothing,

As soon as it lands nicely on the ground, it turns around again, like the light.

It was attacked by a man. The instantaneous direction of landing.

It's made up of leaps and bounds, like light after a change of direction.

Smooth connection, maybe a normal person would've never done this attack.

It would have been impossible to avoid. But no matter how constrained the body is.

Even if there were, Namgungsang was not an ordinary person, and now there is a wife.I couldn't just let it go as it is because there are some serious issues. Moment

Judging by the judgment of the deceased, the statue of Namgung was crushed to the ground, adding to the spirit.

This, of course, was implemented by the Southern Palace because it had a wrong mind.

No, it was an act taken to protect the spirits from the white tiger.

At that moment, with the eerie energy that is transmitted through the entrance, lightning-like.

The shock hit the body. The white tiger's claw that ran through his back.

Blood started pouring out of the four claws.

Fortunately, it wasn't a life-threatening wound, but if it were a statue of the Southern Palace,

If someone's body had been any higher, the Southern Palace would have bent over.

If only it had been a little late, the Southern Palace would have now taken the threshold of the underworld.

It would have been going over. The scar is coming, but Namgoong is...

She clenched, her weakness in the spirit of the sorcery.

I couldn't show you that............

Press down??????????................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At that moment, Nam Gung-sang was able to realize what the current situation was like.

The breath of the spirit came before his nose, and it was flushed with red.

The face of the spirit was right in front of the Namgung statue. Warm to the Spirit

The breath tickled the tip of his nose.

In this present state, the spirit lies underneath the statue of the Southern Palace.

It's very subtle and dangerous, as if you're pressing the spirit from above.

It looked like it.

When I laid the Ginsozer underneath, the old memories ran on horseback around me.

It reminded me of a myriad of things. I'll give you a technical term for this.

Like a back, I remembered hearing somewhere that it was called.

Is it because it's time to die? I'll be right in front of Daeho.

It was a memory that didn't occur to me like that. But at this moment! Even though the white tiger

The fact that he's growling like he's taking his life.

It was good anyway. What I'm feeling right now is somewhat...

Warm unknown warmth and warmth felt through his chest.

A tenderness, and the hotness of the spirit that makes his eyebrows flutter.

It was just a breath. This is the kind of dreamy moment you're talking about.

Wouldn't it have been doing that?

The cheeks of the spirits were painted with light, and his head was bowing.

Shouldn't Namgoong be out of his way?It's a very military thing.

The thought of doing yourself a great deal of damage and psychological damage is...

I couldn't think of a word of goodwill. White as a sheet of paper in my head.

How can I think of such a thing when it's empty? Now you're more of a gin-sozer.

I'll hold you close to my arms and sacrifice my body, mind, and life to the White Tiger.

To save that Aridown Ginger from the touch of death.

I have no choice but to embrace Ginger all the time.

Unless the White Tiger is gone, we'll be hugging him forever.

Only the self-reasonable idea of doing so lingers in the head of the Southern Palace.

There was only. It's a strange way of seeping into your nose.

It's a nice direction, or it's somehow warm through your chest.

A gentle, unidentified, pleasant feeling, right in front of my eyes.

You can see Ginger's eyebrows swaying in Ginger's hot breath.

I kept thinking that it was never because I felt good.

Sword! The first love of Namgungsang was Sword. Nothing at the age of three.

When I was a child, I saw the blue coldness of the sword and the warmth of the sword.

It was stuck in the baby's mind and unforgettable. When I was five years old, I was officially...How glad I was to receive the sword when I was allowed to learn it!

She held her first love, the sword, and continued to smoke.

At the age of ten, his skills began to stand out in the family.

I took intensive inspection classes with the attention of the elderly. And

Lightly pass the entrance examination of the Cheonmu Academy, which is difficult.

He entered the hospital with his brother Nam Gung-jin, who was seven years older than him.

It was the achievement of the three brothers following their older brother Nam Gung-woo, who was three years older than them.

And the best in the year of the Celestial Academy, beating other colleagues.

He becomes a member of the Guryong Chilbong Peak, which has the title of "Guryong Chilbong.

It's no exaggeration to say that there has been little blockage in his life.

It was.

For him, now a sword appears before his eyes again.

The sword is not in his hands, but he wants to be.

It was a sword—it was too difficult to obtain.

Again this time, the sword is sucking in everything it has.

This sword is so beautiful, so warm, so fascinating.

It was a sword with magic. That sword is more than the one I ever caught when I was five.

It was sharp, much more dangerous. The sword has a scar on his heart.

It was a sword sharp enough to wear, a dangerous sword. I'm just saying, give up.

It was more of a sword than it could have been.

The name of the sword was a ghost.

"Uh, uh, uh...Oh, my God, look at him! Come on!

Oh, that's not funny.

What a wolf he is! Pretending to be a true master, he's got all sorts of forms.

Now that you've caught them all, there's nothing you can do about them!

Turns out he had dozens of wolves with Biam! "

Ryu-Yeon momentarily judged the current situation. anymore

I can't watch it because I can't look at all. Then we'll have to get out of this mess.

What do you have to do for yourself now? to the thought that

Set up a reasonable and effective course of action and put it into practice soon.

Decided to chi, put it right in practice.

Ryu-Yeon jumped off a tree with a whimper. He jumps off and lands.

One branch is the palace of the third son of the Namgung Sega, which is now known for its progressive form.

One of the four great factions of the old school, the pillar of Iwamurim,

Amifa is located on Mount Amifa.

The spirits of the previous disciples embraced each other on Mount Amisan's famous peak.

It was right in front of a place lying on the ground somewhere. in front of one's eyes

A king of unemployed men (here) who can be used figuratively as the size of a house.

A jobless man refers to a man who only plays without doing anything.

Baekho was preparing a meal with his mouth wide open.

A flash of timbre from Ryu-Yeon's right sleeve.

He was sucked into the mouth of a white tiger.

A moment of light! A moment of silence!

..............and roar!

"Cure hhhhhooray!"

Is this the end!? would have thought Namgoongsang and the spirit. That's how big it is.

White Tiger with a single roar of horror, desperation, and mountain cry.

Slowly he laid himself on the ground.

King of the mountains, king of the unemployed, reigning in fear of the people and the people of the world.

Baekho became the best wall hanger with the rugs of a rich family, making it expensive.

It was a moment when fate and destiny intersected with fate to be sold.

And two men who escape the fate of being beasts's of beasts.

It was also a moment. But why are you smacking your lips!

"Hey! Come on, come on!

The palace where Ryu-Yeon is hugging the ghost so hard that it's crushed on its toes.

I kicked my top butt with my toes.

"Who... who... oops!"

Surprised, Namgung-san jumped up like a bounce."Oh, well, I mean, it's... it's... it's... it's... it's... it's...

Fumbling with a face as red as the midsummer sun.

Trying hard to explain the current situation in logical language.

I was looking for a statue of the Southern Palace.But it's hard to get rid of the redness on your face.

I don't think I've come up with a great solution to reality yet.

The redness was the same for the spirits. If it doesn't get red, it's just...

What is strange is the analysis of the current situation. Shame on the Spirit

With a full, reddish face, he struggles to face the Southern Palace.

He brought it up.

"Thank you for saving my life.I'm sorry, Namgoong Sohyeop!"

"Don't mention it! For Ginsozer's sake, it's a matter of course.

That's it! I don't care. I don't care.

I don't."

"Huh? Of course? What's the obvious thing? Hugging Ryeong until she crushes.

You mean lying on the ground and rolling? Or get Ryeong off the top.

Are you talking about the press?"

"S...Master!"

They shouted at the same time with red faces as if they were about to explode.

"Hey, Ryeong! You don't know what's going on right now.

It's the shape of your beautiful, flowery, 18-year-old life here.

Always a courtesan, cuddling over you and rolling the floor.

He's not a courtesan, he's a hotshot master here! A

Do not turn a blind eye to the truth by mistake of the moment!"

It was Ryu-Yeon who forgot why he called the two.

"Oh, yes, thank you for saving my life! Master!"

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!Oh, come on! Of course!"

"Thank you for saving me! Master!

Namgung Sang gathered his hands to pledge and express his gratitude.

"Hmmm, uh...Thank you so much! Court lady!"

Ryu-yeon shook his hands and said.

"You must have been in a good mood today! You're still sorry to see your face, aren't you?

I see it!

But don't be so appetizing!

We'll have another chance in the future!The opportunity! The moment! Again!

It's a man who catches you!Hahaha!"

"Master... Master!"

Nam Gung-sang was so surprised that he screamed with a red face.

Next to him, the spirit must be ashamed of itself, with a red face.

He just looked down and was at a loss.

"Well, then..."

With a simple greeting, Ryu-yeon jumps up and down in front of both of them.

Disappeared into the forest.

Only the increasingly distant laughter remained in their ears. .

In a space where there's no one around, facing each other for a while.

The two stood quietly.

The bloodstream that came out of the sleeves on the back of the hand of the male palace.

One flowed down.

"Oh, my. Blood!"

The spirit cried out in surprise.

Namgung-san said, looking at the blood flowing down the back of his hand.

"It's nothing! It's nothing! It just grazed me a little bit!"

I said it like it was nothing!

I guess he wanted to show his strong side to the woman he adored.

"It's not a big deal. Come on, show me your wound!"

The spirit is forced to wear the top of the Southern Palace with its beautiful hands like a corn.

Turned around. "This is pretty good, but..."

I turned my back reluctantly.

"Oh, my God!"

Short bodyguard! The ghost shouted in surprise when he saw the back of the Namgung statue. Namgoongsang

His back was torn apart by four tiger claws.

Blood continued to flow through the wounds.

It was a wound that occurred earlier when Baekho avoided the second attack.

I can't believe you didn't groan after all this damage! That too

A wound that was caused by trying to protect yourself, the concentric circle of excommunication in the mind of the spirit.

One came into being. The nature of the excommunication is to continue to grow and expand.It's done.

"I can't believe you're okay with this. Take a look!

I'll heal your wound!"

Speaking as if the spirit is out of his mind, and then treating the wound in a modest way.

First, carefully peel off the top of the Southern Palace statue.

Carefully, the gold spear you had, the wound on the back of the Southern Palace.

I started to apply it. The heart of the Southern Palace is somewhere in the kidney.

He didn't seem to be feeling any pain.

Ginger's touch is so smooth.

I finished applying the gold spear medicine, but there was no bandage. Without the bandage, it's a scar.

The spirit agonized because it couldn't wrap it up.

And then he jumped up as if he had made up his mind, and he had his own skirt swollen.

I ripped it.

"Ginger, you're ripping off!"

Surprised, cried Nam Gung-sang.

"It's okay, Namgoongsof has saved my life, and these clothes...

It's going to be a problem!"

What the spirit is wearing right now, on the first day of training, he came here and asked Ryu-Yeon,

Only two pieces of clothing that he was wearing were confiscated and paid for.

It was one of the clothes. I can't believe you made me tear one of your only two clothes.

Nam Gung-sang was at a loss because he was sorry.

"But if Ginger does that, I'm ashamed of myself..."

The Namgoong-sang clouded the backbiting.

The spirit began to bandage the wound of the Southern Palace statue.

The statue of the Southern Palace was a man and the spirit was a woman. Of course, Nam Gung-sang.

Shoulder width and chest circumference were larger than the spirit. A man trained in martial arts.

All the more so. So the spirit wraps up the wounds of the Southern Palace.

When I tried to turn the bandage around, the back and chest of the Southern Palace...

It's like a spirit hugging a statue of the Southern Palace.

The head of the Southern Palace statue was completely blank. knowledgeably

He said he's gone. It's soft and transmitted through the back.

The soft, warm feeling that cannot be expressed in words becomes lightning.

I got stuck in the top of the head of the Southern Palace.

And then I felt like I had to share this moment.

I don't know if you're out of your mind or if you're out of your mind.

Tapping the hand of the spirit that was wrapped around the chest of the Southern Palace to embrace it.

I caught him. The spirit's body flinched for a moment ago. Wrapped in the chest.

The spirit couldn't take it out because he held his hand like this.

He looks like he is hugging the statue of Namgung from behind.

What do you think, the spirits scream with blush?

It was to stay quiet without.

And the silence of the moment.

Surprised if Nam Gung-sang, who was losing his mind, came to his senses.

I burned my hand. I don't know if there's something in your throat.

I sat silently without doing so. Maybe it's because of the sunset.

Both of their faces looked red.

It was a childish response. Maybe because they were both newbies.

The two of them keep each other's words that will always pop out.

It looked like.

I felt like the time was stopped.

Has the stopped time begun to flow?

How long has it been? The first person to talk to was Nam Gung-sang.

Did he decide something? The face of the Southern Palace was no longer red.

Namgung-san rose from his seat and approached the spirit and made a big decision.

He politely extended his right hand and said to the ghost.

"Let's go, then!Sozer!"