Book 4 Chapter - 2

The music class and the asthronaut.

Ryu-yeon is very clean, tidy and perfectly clean.

I was preparing for today's class in my room.

The room is so clean that it doesn't even have a grain of dust to live dust.

It's become a heartless place, and it's like we've got midday sunlight.

My eyes were almost blinded by the gloss.

But the fact that the room is so clean and tidy that it'sincere.

Of course it wasn't Ryu-Yeon's ball.

From Ryu-Yeon's characteristic of being laid back to being lazy.

Such a miracle could not have happened.

Rather Ryu-Yeon compromises the perfection of the arrangement in the room.

I could define it as being hostile.

But the perfection damaged by Ryu-Yeon is quickly restored.

Moyonghwi said that Ryu-Yeon was perfect at organizing and cleaning the room.

By all means, whatever it takes to damage it.

He had an amazing ability to restore it all in half an angle.

The cleaning is as transparent as the afternoon sun.

It was so perfect that it didn't feel strangely pressured by Ryu-Yeon's psychology.

His obsession with cleanliness, caused by severe myelosis,

It's so great, it's now the epitome of the most implacable.

Even Ryu-yeon didn't easily have the courage to break the room.

Mo Yong-hwi's tenacity to clean and clean was frightening.

What's so inhuman and abnormal about this spotless room?

Ryu-Yeon grumbled and complained, but...

Mo Yong-hwi's ears could not reach his head.

Sometimes this neatness wasn't so bad, though.

Especially when the early morning sun comes through the window, the whole room...

I often get the illusion that I'm drowning in light.

In the midst of a wave of light in the room, towards yourself.

Do you even know the arrows of death and reproach that have been inflicting a lot of resentment?

Ryu-yeon was relaxed and preparing for today's class.

Today is finally the day I have a class about music, so after a long time, Ryu-yeon...

He was wiping the thunderbolt with excitement.

I'll payout!

Reversing a wave earlier this year to the bottom of it year.

When you enter the ceiling using a bizarre trick,

The black, splashing silence hanging from Ryu-Yeon's back.

An item that I usually felt lazy to carry around and let Yeomdo pass on.

As far as he's concerned, he's going through due process from the master.

He claims to have taken over, but there are many suspicious points.

The bribe, which owns the name of the rosary, is his private master.

It's the sad news of a non-recommendation, and anyone can own it.

It was not something that could be handled.

But according to Ryu-Yeon's claim, he has gone through due process.

He is the heir of the royal family and the next generation of writers.

So it was his argument that everything he asked was his own.

Of course, if his master heard it, he would swing his fist like a windmill.

It was a story that would have been flatly denied.

And the reason why silence is a more important and valuable treasure is because...It was because there was a torpedo box in it.

The torpedo, known to seal the power of the brain god, is the best treasure in the gate.

The use was directly in the storage of the earthquake torpedo.

If you store the rhinoceros in it, it's a mysterious thing.

Because there's no way to hurt sharpness or brain death.

I always put it in there when I didn't use it.

In other words, Ryu-Yeon has a silence, which means that in the midst of a thunderbolt and a thunderbolt,

The other one, the Sealed Box, is all in Ryu-Yeon's hands.

Ryu-Yeon tore down the entire base of the gate without a single pillar root.

It was as good as coming out. That's why I'm so silent.

Mo Yong-hwi's cleanliness is contagious.

It's been a while since I've had my hands glazed and ready.

Ryu-Yeon suddenly looked next to him. There's just like yourself.

But he's very meticulous, meticulous, and thorough.

Mo Yong-hwi was busy wiping the gold. It was quite a surprise.

Usually all he touches is a sword, a cleaning kit, hundreds of books.

There were only books with complicated names, and only paper and ink.

"Uh, do you take a lesson in gold, too?"

Mo Yong-hwi nodded silently at Ryu-Yeon's question.

I don't think it's cold.

"I never thought you'd take a music class, either."

"Unexpected?"

Mo Yong-hwi asked if Ryu-Yeon's eyes were disapproving.

"Of course, I thought you only knew the sword, but it was as elegant as I am.

I can't believe you had a hobby.

That's surprising for a blunt fellow like you."

Strongly felt as if he was emphasizing his elegance in learning the music.

It was the words of Ryu-Yeon.

"It's not a hobby."

"Then what is it?"

"I'm just saying, "I'm just trying to get the vibes out and out of the sound and the use, the operation, the application status, and the inspection."

About the difference between the flow of flags and the change between sword development and use, operation and application.

You're just interested.

That's all I care about."

"Ugh, what the hell is that? I can't believe it.I can't believe it.

Then there are only two different principles and differences of merit.

You're saying you're learning music hard just for comparative analysis?"

To learn music with personal hobbies and interests in order to do all sorts of things.

Unlike Ryu-Yeon, it's a very complicated academic reason to study music.

It was Mo Yong-hwi who listens.

It was natural that Ryu-Yeon was fed up.

"Of course."

Mo Yong-hwi did not hesitate to speak firmly.

Ryu-Yeon swore to himself that he was a really boring guy.

That lack of fun and sociability and continuing to maintain a relationships.

I was proud of myself for being there.(Ryu-Yeon, you're definitely me.)

He's a weirdo in other people's eyes.

It was Ryu-Yeon who didn't realize at all.

"Which labor and management class is it then?"

Asked questions, Ryu-Yeon already knew the answer.

There was only one person on the timetable today.

Ryu-yeon and Mo Yong-hwi were not the only ones taking today's music class.

As the two left the room, Hyorong stood outside with gold on his back.

"Hyon, what are you doing here?"

Hyorong slightly frowned at Ryu-Yeon's words.

"Have you forgotten already?"

"Oh, come to think of it, you signed up for a class with me, didn't you?"

After a long consideration, Ryu-yeon clapped his hands and said.

If Hyorong hadn't come and waited, Hyorong would have left him alone.

"Did you remember now remember?"

"Yes."

Ryu-Yeon nodded nonchalantly. Without showing any signs of sorry.

"What do you think?This is it, won, but your gold...

It's an unusual thing."

Ryu-Yeon's black, splashing silence on his back is the first.

It caught his eye from the moment he saw it.

It would be a lie if you weren't curious about the history."Oh, this? Well, it's a pretty ridiculous thing."

It was Ryu-Yeon's answer with a strange smile.

"If you have that kind of skill,

Can I look forward to your performance?"

There was a suspicious look.

No matter how many times I think about it, Ryu-yeon and the tune go hand in hand.

It didn't work out.

"Of course, look forward to it!"

It was Ryu-Yeon who was always confident.

The music class of the Chun Yum Sunja Hong Ran is a special lecture located on the third floor of the music hall.

It was a classroom, so as not to cause inconvenience to other classes.

It was equipped with a triple-decker soundproofing system.

Mo Yong-hwi, who likes to hang out with others, sat separately in the back.

Ryu-yeon sat with Hyorong.

Like the Chunmu Academy, where the great family and descendants of the great family are gathered in droves,

The gold that other people had had had a lot of luxury names,

Compared to Ryu-yeon's silence, everyone seemed to be a little down.

That's how much Ryu-Yeon owns.

The bribery was difficult to draw attention to.

The class began after a brief greeting from the Prophet Hong Ran.

The class also began with a theoretical lecture on music.

Anyway, this is the time to teach about the foundation of the sound ball.

"Yin Gong is the gold, the light.Not just air power using instruments such as beef, ox, flute, etc.

Like a lion, using sound to agitate and strike the enemy.

It refers to all airless forces as a whole."

Her flowing lecture began.

Despite the age of forty, the Celestial Red Ran,

I was maintaining the beauty of my twenties.

But one good thing about Ryu-Yeon is that

It was the fact that I didn't learn to drink from a crumpled old lady.

Isn't gold the best thing to learn from beauty?

It was Ryu-Yeon, who thought without hesitation.

Even Ryu-Yeon's silence was overwhelming.

As soon as I saw the silence, my instinct as a musician wiggled in the sensibility of the heavenly prophet.

It's an eye-boggling thing that you don't know if you don't look closely.

Eight strings of thin, transparent gifts are his own.

I couldn't stand what sound I would make under ten fingers.

Gold and silver with such transparent gifts.

It was the first time I saw her as a master of money.

Just as a swordsman feels the urge to wield a sword at least once.

Just as a gourmet wants to eat delicious Japanese-American luxury food at all costs,

The musician, too, is a masterpiece of high quality.

It makes you want to play it once.

It will be more intense as a masterpiece.

Red roe was no exception.

"What is the name of the association?"

"My name is Ryu-Yeon."

"Huh? This lady didn't even start working on it. Are you in love with me already?'

"If you don't mind, may I play your gold?"

As a musician before being a groupie,

The Libra politely asked Ryu-Yeon.

She showed the utmost courtesy to Ryu-yeon.

In return for her excessive courtesy, she said,

As a student, Ryu-Yeon will refuse.

There was no doubt at all.But...

"No, you can't.

Her faith in such a thing is falling from the second floor.

It broke into pieces like a fancy glass dish.

The look on Ryu-Yeon's face, which shattered her expectations at one stroke, is adamant.

Not even a room for negotiation was seen.

Even though it's been five years since I was in my 40s, I still have a lot of experience.

Cheon Eum Seon-ja, who maintains her appearance in her late 20s by using juan technology,

Her smooth face with the most deadly wrinkles of beauty.

I drew it unconsciously.

"Can I hear the reason?"

Because of his appearance, the asthronist managed to calm his anger and then asked questions."Because I don't want to learn about gold from my fingerless teacher."

"....?"

She didn't readily understand what Ryu-Yeon meant.

It wasn't too much. In fact, Ryu-Yeon's encephalopathy is a novelty.

It's certainly a very nasty product, so if you touch it like that, you'll never know.

It was easy to split fingers like rotten radish.

Eight lines of silence, Geumhyeon, is made up of a rare object called cerebral spirit death.

The erirham was no match for the report of the famous sword.

Ryu-Yeon used to look like she almost broke her finger when she touched her.

There was a time of danger. He almost ruined his life by becoming an arthropod.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you touch it randomly these days.

"You don't believe it."

Ryu-Yeon spoke face-to-face with eyes full of redoubt and suspicion.

Why won't people take his word for it from the beginning?

The same was true of salinity.

On second thought, it's a brilliant move.

When I transformed Salinity into a disciple, instead of a porter, I gave him a silent plea,

He also did not believe in Ryu-Yeon's request.

I told you to be careful when you left the silence.

You're not gonna listen, you're gonna put your finger on it, and you're gonna put your finger on it.

There was a time when I almost took the plunge.

Perhaps the silent harbour a strange force, which exudes the scent of blood.

It may be tempting.

There's already a lot of gold in the world that I've never played before.

I'm calling for blood, and I'm just imagining what's gonna happen if this thing plays right.

Even so, Ryu-Yeon has become amused.

"Phew, if you don't believe it, you can't."

Ryu-yeon, who is fully aware of the past of silent silence, no longer has red herring.

I gave up trying to persuade. The man who saw the bribe must see the blood.

It looks like he's setting it up. The Red Rites of the Celix were no exception.

Still, I'm not sure if I can learn how to teach a teacher who doesn't have more than ten fingers.

Unintentioned Biryuyon did not forget one piece of advice.

The advice of saving a finger as precious as life to the asthmatic.

It was a piece of advice.

"Touch me gently. Just a little bit!"

The Celix heard him, and he couldn't be seen.

A finger was slightly pressed against the strings of a transparent rosary.

"Sneak!"

The result was as expected.

Unless you're a person who's specialized in writing skills above a certain level.

The result is all one thing.

"Oops!"

The heavenly prophet hurriedly collected the prison.

On the tip of her finger, white as snow, bright red fruit.

There was a drop of blood in it.

"What kind of harmony is this?"

Look at that. I told you for sure.

I'm definitely not responsible."

Ryu-Yeon grumbled.

Chun Yum-seon had no choice but to silently blame herself for her carelessness and frivolity.

From the moment he saw a drop of red fruit at the end of his index finger,

Her way of looking at Ryu-Yeon has completely changed.

A man who can play the marbles that hurt his hand casually.

It can't seem normal.

"Let's start the class."

Hiding her red face with shame, she began her class.

Ryu-yeon's first music class began with a drop of red blood cells.

And Ryu-Yeon's first class started off in a flash.

Strangely enough, the astral prophet Hong Ran towards Ryu-Yeon throughout the class.

In short, the burdensome gaze continued.

Visibility with Na-Yerin Na-Yerin

Na-Yerin has a mysterious, beautiful look in the night sky.

Half-hidden, sitting under a tree, lost in meditation.

She's obviously the best in God's artistry.

It was always full of mystery and integrity.The wind and the light seemed to hang out with her and stay in harmony.

Any sense around her failed to provoke her.

If she had succeeded in stimulating, her meditation would have been broken.

But her meditation was never broken.

What is she waiting for now?

The sun is still shining on the leaves.

To blow the dew up into the sky.

There was a sense of lack.

The dew that could not rise to the sky slowly

They used their cohesion to gather.

Soon after, he could not overcome the weight and flowed down the hollow groove in the middle of the leaf.

As soon as the dew that gathered the energy of the dawn fell from her search,

As the sword was pulled out, a dazzling sword like a sunrise erupted like an illusion.

The sharpness of the sword is that it falls to the ground.

A drop of dew passed by, leaving two strands of trace.

It's not a single strand, it's a two-stranded trail.

With your eyes closed, make two strands of dew that may fall.

It hurts how high-level technology it is to divide it into three parts.

You won't have to make a noise.

She did it like nothing happened to her.

"Clap clap clap!"

A round of applause, buried in meditation like eternity.

Her eyes opened like the Milky Way in the night sky.

It's like a miniature universe.

A woman came into her mysterious eyes.

For her part, it's surprisingly a bit of a pleasure.

It appeared and disappeared momentarily in her eyes.

It was such an expression of emotion that it was rare for her to know.

"Excellent, beyond further significance.

It's a smooth, beautiful sword, Samae."

The woman who called her husband without hesitation is blindfolded by a black eye.

I couldn't see it.

She was surprisingly illiterate.

Just a week ago, when Ryu-yeon first visited the asojourn, she was surprised.

You show up, you give men infinite discomfort.

It was an old order for Dokanbong to run away.

She was beautiful.

Even the permanent absence of the left-hand side can tarnish her beauty and strength.

There was a sense of lack.

"Welcome, private residence."

Na-Yerin and the Order of Poison were taught the same martial arts and teachings by the same master.

It was a private alumni.

The old man smiled at her calm greeting.

She was as scary as Asura to the perverted men.

There was also a smile on Na-Yerin's lovely brother-in-law.

"Oh, my God, you've been working so hard on blackness since dawn.

It hasn't happened lately.Do you have to polish your sword?"

To concentrate on the distracted mind when something special happens.

It refers to trimming the sword.

There are many ways, but since she's an alumnus, the rod of the eye...

I was well aware of what you were referring to.

"I have an appointment to keep."

"Promise?"

From Na-Yerin's sociability, you don't have to make an appointment with anyone.

The old book I was thinking about asked wonderfully.

"With whom?"

"It's a man."

"What? A man!"

The old dog almost collapsed from a heart attack in shock.

Can't believe Na-Yerin Na-Yerin promised a guy or something.

For an old man who knows the course of her life better than anyone else,

I was well aware that her misogyny was quite severe.

How can such a child make an appointment with a man?

Unconsciously, I looked up at the sky where the dawn sun was hanging.

It was definitely the east sky.

"You're not Wi Jicheon, are you?"

The old man asked in a cautious manner.

"No."

The old order of self-puzzled.

"Wi Jicheon approached a man other than himself?"'

It can't happen.Who's Wi Jicheon, he's a tough nut to crack.

Would you approach another man by Na-Yerin's side who couldn't!It was a rare story no matter how many times I thought about it.

I didn't like that guy, but he's using a shield to make his existence.

It was an old order that was condoning.

It's a little shaky shield, but what else would happen without it?

I don't know, yeah, just like before.

"He's not him?"

"Yes, I promised I wouldn't make a mistake next time."

".....?"

The Dokanbong Order did not immediately understand what she was saying.

Maybe she's been working with Ryu-Yeon a week ago.

It seems that he still hasn't forgotten.

The presence of reason that has stirred her mind for the first time in years.

Her unusual sensibilities didn't react much to Ryu-Yeon's rudeness.

I didn't mean to let it slide.

Promise not to make a mistake next time, she will keep it.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but seeing you polish your blackness early in the morning,

Sounds like a very important appointment.Who's your appointment with?

There's no way you're going to do anything."

"Trimming and neatly controlling the black flag was only a preparation for a Buddhist temple.

Of course, it's not like there's no one who usually does it.

"I have an appointment."

"What promise?"

The old order states that interpersonal relationships are the worst.

I couldn't believe his brother-in-law had promised someone.

"It's an appointment with someone who's out of my sight."

"What?"

Her one and only friendship rose to surprise.

Today has been a series of consternations.

"You're out of my brother-in-law's sight?

Even I can't get out of the way of buying and selling, but I can't get out of the way.

You're saying there's a man?"

To be out of her comfort zone means that she hasn't read her opponent's movements, or...

It means that her attack went to no availability.

Both were hard to believe. Na-Yerin's true talent.

If I had to pick one person who knew better than anyone else, I wouldn't hesitate to choose myself.

The person to pick was Dokanbong.

"Yes, private residence."

Still, her response was limited.

The old dog always felt sorry for that.

And even as a woman, God's beauty makes my heart race.

I felt more sorry for her misfortune of having to close her heart.

"Well, then can I know what you promised him?"

She cut her beautiful fingers like white jade on her red lips.

I gently touched it.

A trace of agitation swirled through her calm eyes.

It wasn't easy for her to forget either.

The mind says no, but the body clearly remembered the touch.

"I said there wouldn't be a second mistake."

"....?"

Still, the edict was her own incomprehensible words.