Book 11 Chapter - 4

But there are still many men in the world who can't give up their lingering feelings and challenge this task.

And it appears that there are occasional reports of successes. It is a sad reality.

His eyes again turned to Na-Yerin. At the moment, the eyes of the two met, perhaps by coincidence.

Then again Na-Yerin's head swung sharply to the other side for no reason.

"Is this what people call an outside world?" Hmm...…."

Why does she get so embarrassed every time she encounters her?" Ryu-Yeon has been a little troubled.

His relationship with her has not narrowed more than a certain distance since that day.

It was obvious to my eyes that she kept avoiding me.

Why" That's all Ryu-Yeon was curious about now. But the reason was unknown, with the item missing.

All he knew was that her actions were sudden, abrupt and abrupt.

"Well, when was it good……."

At this rate of despondency, it wasn't Ryu-Yeon.

"Ryeongmae……!"

In the distance, in the middle of the abdomen, clasped in the stomach, sulking behind the spirit walking fast forward.

I was chasing.

However, the spirit did not stop despite the call that was close to the cry of the Namgung statue.

It only gets faster, she doesn't look back once.

The old story of Ryu-Yeon.

-Proposal

A delegation from Chunmuhakgwan, including Ryu-Yeon, was sent to the U.S.

I was walking along the only mountain path in Guguhan.

Anyone had no choice but to pass this road if they wanted to cross Mt. Gugung.

The other way didn't even exist at all.

Walking along the mountain path, they were climbing the mountain, of course.Of course, it could come down, but it was clear that the clouds at the top were gradually approaching.

Due to the nature of the mountain, the higher the climb, the rougher the road became and the greener the recording became.

Nearly a dozen trees surrounded the bowl of the road.

Usually, there are always people who take advantage of the geographical advantage to "sell".

It was a crime for them to leave these natural geographical requirements unattended.

Ryu-Yeon had a foreign substance in her fingernails, and she had to trim them one by one.

It looked like Munchun or laid back and easygoing.

Then, as if he remembered something, he sang "Gungsang" in a low voice.

"The Palace!"

"Yes, Ambassador!"

While answering in surprise, there was no clear reason, but Namgung-sang was most anxious when this happened.

"Didn't I make another mistake?" he asked himself back, but he didn't make much difference.

He was innocent for now. Nevertheless, some unknown anxiety has constrained his heart.

Now this was also a disease.

"Bored" Do you want me to tell you a story?"

"Lee, tell a story?"

Even if a bolt fell into the dry sky, it would not have been so mysterious.

Nam Gung-sang was embarrassed by Ryu-Yeon's unexpected remark.

Ryu-yeon nodded with a caring smile.

"Yes, it's not only very funny, it's also a great lesson. Maybe it'll help you a lot if you listen."

In the first place, there was no such thing as the veto of the Southern Palace.

Ryu-Yeon began a story devoted to the next part of his fingernails.

"Once upon a time, in the days of tiger smoking, 16 very disobedient students,

She found a teacher.

But maybe it's because they're naughty, or maybe they're immature.

The sixteen of them were not students who listened to the teacher very well.

Besides, you don't have a d*mn thing-- if you're that good, you're not that good.

I wouldn't have looked at the students pathetic -

They even pretended to be great people.

It was pathetic, but even so, the teacher said that the students were cute.

So I decided to make my students great people at the expense of my own body."

"Yes..."

Nam Gung-sang, who was listening quietly, had to tilt his head.

It seemed like a story I've heard a lot somewhere. And it didn't seem like someone else's story because I kept listening.

Regardless of such a man, Ryu-Yeon continued to talk. Like a grandfather telling his grandchild old stories.

"But these 16 students were sadly very rebellious.

He wasn't mature enough to accept your teachings.

You didn't know what your teacher was feeling, and these stupid students rebelled against me.

And they said he tried very systematic defiance.

Tsk, isn't it obvious that learning is hard?"

"Of course."

Nam Gung-sang replied with a bizarre distorted look.

He was suffering from the intangible pressure Ryu-Yeon emits and the resulting sense of turtle.

"But the students lacked patience.

He wasn't ready to be strong beyond hardships and trials. In short, it wasn't basic.

But this great teacher didn't give up on the students.

In his eyes, the students are a rat's tail, but he knows there's still a small chance.

He's a great guy. The teacher wanted the students to be strong in the shortest time.He couldn't accept the fact that his student was weak.

So I taught students how to be strong in the shortest way.

And I guided him with all my heart. But the students were still stupid.

In spite of the teacher's tearful efforts, the students won't teach me anything, they'll do nothing.

He rebelled against the teacher with double eyelids.

What a bunch of bastards they are. What's wrong with your face?"

"Oh, nothing."

Nam Gung-sang, who was sweating with a look of chewing So-tae, was embarrassed and eventually stuttered.

"So what do you think happened?"

Talk talk!

Ryu-Yeon asked, still leisurely absorbed in trimming her nails.

"What do you mean?"

"The fate of the students!"

"Well, I don't know."

He suddenly thought he might be very familiar with the ending of the story.

But he soon stopped thinking any more.

It was because I felt like I would feel extremely miserable if I dig deeper.

"The teacher was a man who still remembered the old adage, "The hawk is a panacea."

The teacher didn't have a choice.

So the teacher had no choice but to show dignity with it. He thought there was no Mary without essential human modification.

The teacher didn't want to be a teacher who ruined his student's future."

Nam Gung-sang, who was listening to Ryu-yeon, hurriedly opened his mouth.

"Isn't there any other way to show dignity?"

There must have been another way to be peaceful and nonviolent?"

Ryu-Yeon looked at the Southern Palace for a moment and continued.

"We were too pressed for time. And how dare the students dare to conspire against the enemy?

There was no room for a castle as a teacher because he even created a spirit of rebellion.

They said they were learning but didn't feel they were learning. Never noticed they were getting so strong. That's why I made such a mistake...…. Do you understand?"

"Yes..."

The face of the Southern Palace statue, which was covered with cold sweat, was bleached pale as if all the blood had been sucked into the ground.

"This, the story...…."]

Suddenly, the hellish life in Mt. Ami came to mind clearly in the Southern Palace.

That hot summer, hellish heat, thick dust, sweaty sweat, and…….

Breaking his conception, Ryu-Yeon's story continued.

"You had to figure something out.

He was well aware that if the fire of discontent continues to spread, it would be difficult to put it down.

The teacher's tender heart could no longer see his disciples fall into the wrong path...…."

Ryu-Yeon's words continued, regardless of the look on the face of the Southern Palace, who was making a manga while listening to the story.

But the metaphysical facial muscle exercise he took when the phrase "soft heart" came out was truly spectacular.

"So you needed an example. Bon, Bogi! Just in time, the example was very guilty.

He was a kid who usually thought he was guilty of something if he stopped talking.

Of course, the child complained constantly about the teacher.

Encouraged by the sympathy around him, the child confessed his complaint in front of his heavenly teacher.

I got you! The child became a public leader.The teacher beat the child until everyone's complaints and rebelliousness disappeared into white ash.

As a teacher, I was heartbroken, but I had no choice.

His chicks didn't know it was true fear until then.

The teacher needed to fill in the deficiencies of his students.

The student probably had no regrets because the other 15 friends became enlightenment leaders at his expense.

After that incident, the sixteen children became really good students.

So even a benevolent teacher was very comfortable to teach.

It created a beautiful atmosphere where students learn hard and teachers teach hard.

What do you say, did you enjoy my story?"

"Of course."

However, contrary to the answer, the back of the statue was already damp with cold sweat.

His face was as pale as a sheet of white paper.

Perhaps Namgungsang would never forget what he heard today.

How can I get rid of this horror story from my memory?

"Oh, there's one more short sequel to this story! It's kind of an extramarital story."

Ryu-Yeon clapped his hands as if he had just remembered.

"Well, what's that?"

"Why am I so anxious?" Nam Gung-sang felt like his heart was going to be crushed.

"The teacher had a disciple who had collected before the sixteen students.

In other words, he was a big brother to the sixteen students. They say he's a great man."

Namgung-sang's face turned pale once again, but Ryu-yeon didn't care at all.

"One day, he suddenly thought he wanted to meet his priests. So I decided to go on the road."

"I didn't have to make up my mind……."

Nam Gung-sang thought about his wish and never committed a foolish act of speaking out.

It was the result of Ryu-Yeon's steady training.

"The teacher met the ambassador, who was leaving for the priests, and asked earnestly.

If your priests are disobedient and rebellious, do exactly as the master did in the past."

For a moment, Nam Gung-sang felt a cool fear surrounding his whole body as if he had chills all over his body.

"Well, I see."

"Oh, did you hear a cold?" Why are you shaking so much?"

"Oh, no. It's okay. Please continue!"

The teeth of the answering Namgung-sang trembled and kept bumping into each other.

Mr. "Yes"'s prophecy unfortunately came true.

The priests didn't know how to respect the ambassador they met for the first time in the touching scene of the reunion of the ambassador and priests.

He campaigned for being born a few years early at the most. In this world, they didn't realize that the death penalty was sky.

At that time, the ambassador must have felt deeply skeptical about the lack of respect prevalent in Kang-ho and must have been very heartbroken."

Namgung-san opened his mouth as if crying out of sorrow.

I'm sure the priests were incredibly respectful of the ambassador.

Don't tell me there's a bunch of stupid priests in this world who ignore their sky-like metabolism."

The ambassador must have been mistaken for a moment. Perhaps there was a slight mistake."

"Shall we?"

I don't know anything, so I asked you to answer for me.

"Of course I wear it."

"Really?"

"Sure."

A nod was made with a firm will.

There was a lot of desperation in his voice, as if he were to die if he was pushed back here."Hmmm……"

Despite the firm answer of Namgoong-sang, Ryu-yeon's entanglement has not completely disappeared and remained intact.

"Maybe the priests had boundless respect for their ambassador."

Once again, Nam Gung-sang strongly expressed his opinion and pushed forward.

"Is that so?" Well, let's just say so."

Although there are still suspicious parts left, it meant that it would be covered up. Nam Gung-sang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Maybe the priests were so thrilled that they were embarrassed, but it's okay to say so permanently."

"Well, let's just say it's my illusion, or the metabolic illusion."

Only then could Namgung-san sleep with his legs outstretched tonight.

"Anyway, that's why he did what his teacher taught him.

Interestingly, however, the teacher's teaching was very well-matched.

So he was able to be as comfortable as his teacher used to be.

After that, Daeha-sheng said he was happy that the priests listened well."

The statue of the Southern Palace feels the same relief as the prisoner who was pardoned at the execution.

I continued to make a mouthful for life.

"That's a relief. Because the priests no longer had to disturb the objectives they admired."

"Of course, it wasn't metabolism, it was more luck for the priests."

Talk talk!

Ryu-Yeon was still working on her nails without even looking at the Southern Palace.

The most important thing in the world for him now seemed to be to trim his nails.

"……."

Nam Gung-sang had nothing to say for a moment.

"Do you know why?"

In a casual tone Ryu-Yeon asked.

"Well, I don't know. Please leave school."

His back was getting goosebumps, I don't know. I didn't get sick, but it was a very strange phenomenon.

"Whoo-hoo, that's the thing. If the priests had climbed any further,

He couldn't guarantee himself what terrible things would have happened. That's why they're so lucky."

Took!

The cold throbbing on the forehead of the Southern Palace statue rode his cheeks past his chin and fell to the ground.

Knock, knock, knock tap!

Soon the dewy sweat on his forehead became rain and fell on the floor. His back was all wet with sweat.

"So do you know the lesson you're trying to convey in this story?"

"Of course, so please take care of your master and your great brother...…."

Just like that!

At that moment, albam was raging on the head of Namgungsang. Ryu-yeon looked at the Southern Palace with a pitiful look.

"When did you become so dull?"

"What?"

The statue of Namgoong was just unfair.

"Of course you're right, but there's another lesson. Don't miss it.

Especially at a time like this! Don't think simply that there's only one lesson to the story.

Don't you understand the lessons of my story in this situation?"

Ryu-Yeon raised her finger and pointed around.

Around their group, rugged-looking elders had been surrounding them in two layers. Namgung-san turned his head and looked at Ryu-yeon.

His metabolism nodded.

"Now do you understand?"

The statue of the Southern Palace nodded.

"I can't believe I didn't notice this kind of movement in advance."I let my guard down."

It was clear that it had been ambushed in advance. But unless you learn professional hiding, your backbone is manifestly magical.

But he didn't notice at all until they came in in the tenth chapter from himself.Nam Gung-sang was ashamed of his inexperience.

Among the two-layered tents, the front of the delegation split to the left, and a middle-aged man walked forward.

He was a middle-aged man with a perfectly normal face, as opposed to most ugly impressions.

But his mediocrity seemed rather extraordinary among the gruesome.

Moreover, it seems that the status is never low.

"What are you doing?"

One of the leaders of the delegation, nasty labor and management, stepped up and asked harshly.

Then the middle-aged man greeted with a decoy. It seems that the membership of the two has been reversed.

"Hahaha, hello. I'm a member of Green Forest 72 and I'm one of the little mountains.

It's a transfer that carries out debt holdings even if it's insignificant.

It's so nice to meet you all on this beautiful day with a lot of recordings."

"Oh, is that so?"

The nasty one greeted each other half-heartedly. That was a very polite tone for a bandit.

It was doubtful whether the ideal was right or not.

But that said, "Oh, come on. Then, without any trouble, what should we give them?" I couldn't say.

Lim Sung-jin's facial expression was distorted by the name "Green Rim seventy-two,"

No one was aware of it or anything.

"What's the matter?"

A nasty short and harsh question.

"Oh, it's simple. The person in charge of the mountain is trying to do something that's not suitable for his age.

I'm sorry, but I'd like you to cooperate with that as much as possible.

I don't really want to do this either, but I'm a gangster.

By the way, I can't live up to my age and it's embarrassing...Tsk, tsk!"

"Hey, dude, ink, who's the fool to blame?" Did you do anything to help me grow old?"

The delegation seemed to feel the same way when they saw the man shouting through the crowd.

Black ink was probably the nickname of the person who introduced himself as a transport.

Not everyone has the same idea.

Yeomdo thought his nickname was "mouthed" and Do was "mouthed", but his prediction was wrong.

"Yes, it should be that much!"

Black beard stiff like an iron needle, a thick scar across the right eye,

Big eyes, dense eyebrows like caterpillars, and a ferocious-looking black ax hanging from the back of a broad river.

It was a very normal-looking mountaineer by all accounts.

He was in stark contrast to the neat debt stock, which was not a bandit at all. Because of that, he was extremely bandit.

"Who else are you?"

The question of a latecomer was actually a unnecessary one.

There is only one person who has such a ugly face and is superior to debtors.

Needless to ask, he was the boss of this bandit.

"Well, let's finish what we didn't hear earlier."

The delegation, including the latecomers, is a bandit leader.

In their expression, they did not hear the end of the matter from the sudden appearance of the person who corresponds to Chae-ju.

Suddenly, the leader of the bandit's face turned red.

"Gasp, is that a shy thing now?" That...What a terrible thing to do.…."

An incredible terrible thought crossed people's minds for a moment.

Blushing again, he poked the sides of the debt-drinking transfer with his elbows.

"Stop it! Stop it!"

Everyone who almost drowned in the instant wave of disgust was squealing inside, you and I.Looking around the faces of the bandits around them, it seemed that they were never comfortable.

"How ashamed must I be to witness such an unreasonable atrocity of the head?"

The delegation's group suddenly filled with pity for the bandits.

Already, his bizarre behavior went beyond crime to horror.

All the more afraid to hear their business.

"What, what?"

Salinity opened its mouth wide. Staring as if his eyes were rolling down.

His eyes were filled with a glow of distrust.

He shouted, looking back at the old school standing next to him.

"Hey, old school! Is my ear the wrong way?

The expression of old school was also formidable.

His expression was now indicating that he was not the only one with hearing problems.

Wi Jicheon, the electric black dragon, went berserk with fire in his eyes.

The women's officials all looked like they had seen a bug.

And they were outraged that one of the women's happy dreams was invaded by a bully.

"G,G,G... you mean you want that kid over there to be your bond wife?"

The tip of the finger of the nasty inquiring was shaking visibly.

It was not like him, who is usually said to be harsh.

But it was not known whether the tremor was due to bewilderment or anger.

"I'm ashamed of what you said, but I'm sure there's not a single point."

The face of the answering debtholder transfer was full of shame and embarrassment. He seems to be well aware of how embarrassing and irresponsible this demand is.

At least he still seemed to have a conscience. He was a tough guy for a bandit. Transfer slightly lifted his eyes and looked at the tip of the nasty finger pointing.

Suddenly my face was burning.

"Huh, I've lived my 50 years, but I've never seen such a mysterious beauty.

It makes my heart beat like this old tree...….

It's not unreasonable for Chae-ju to make such a silly request."

But Chae-ju's demand felt like an insult to that beauty.

Where the ripples point to, white as the first snow,

Na-Yerin Na-Yerin, the owner of a beauty that could not be thought of as a man of the world, stood.

She was never putting her emotions on her face in the face of this chaotic situation.

On behalf of Na-Yerin, her private residence, Dokanbong, was erupting anger and living in the whole body at the same time.

He said he could not stand that psychopath without cutting it in half.

"Are you crazy?"

The nasty situation now summed up simply and clearly. The transfer was shaking his head.

"Phew, I'd rather do that. But what can the reality do about this?"

It's not that I didn't suspect that Chae-ju was mad...,

You can't disobey a superior's orders on a subordinate's account. I ask for your understanding."

"Who's crazy, who's crazy?" I'm normal, normal! It's clean!"

Chae-ju, who was listening quietly next to me, shouted angrily.

"As you can see, it's normal."

With a shrug, Lee said. His attitude, as a matter of fact,

It seems to me that he is clearly insane, but when he insists that he is not, he has no choice but to tell me the situation as it is.

That's all it was like.

"Can't!"

Ryu-Yeon was the main character of the low but powerful voice that captivated the entire body."Who are you?"

In a growling voice, Chae Joo-im asked.

He seemed very unhappy with the uninvited guest who suddenly intervened in his 100-year history.

"You don't have a name to teach a psychopath."

In a cynical tone, Ryu-Yeon replied. How can he not be angry when he asks for other people's things?

"What?" What a cocky bastard! I'm talking to the elders, and the little one over there, he's gonna be crushed!"

Im Gae, who doesn't know Ryu-Yeon is the scariest when he smiles and gets angry, spoke out without hesitation.

Ryu-yeon had a smile on her lips.

At that moment, the operations, salinity and bingam responded with a wincing reaction.

What a wicked madman playing with fire by the oil storage?

They, who were within the range, were also worried about sparks.

"Whew, I thought you were just having a tantrum, but now I see you're blind. It looks like it's still fixed, but that's too bad."

"What a piece of shit! There's nothing a little boy can't say because he's listening.

How dare a child who doesn't seem to have lost blood on his head talk about it?

I don't want to deal with him because he's still a kid, but I'll fix your manners."

The marquis and the salinity wanted to block the mouth of a low-ranking bandit who had already spoken even once.

At this rate, they were afraid of getting out of control.

"This trip seems to be more interesting than I thought. It's a good thing! (sighs)

The faces of the operatives suddenly turned pale when they saw Ryu-Yeon's poking ridicule.

"Gasp, he's angry! Angry!"

"What do I do?" What do I do?"

"I don't know, I don't know!"

Their Ryu-Yeon's sneer led to a mass chaos.

I hope you get out of this situation as soon as possible, and the danger and fear of that mouth.

Stopping a laugh has become their target on the ground goal.

Otherwise there was no way to reap this fear.

"What are you doing?" Come on!"

Lim, who has no awareness of the seriousness of the situation, cried out.

"I don't want to get my hands dirty with a little piece of shit like you.

This man here and his friends will deal with you."

It was the Namgoongsang that Ryu-Yeon nominated.

[Large... Ambassador!]

Nam Gung-sang sang in panic in case someone else heard the sound from Dae-hyung.

[Why"]

Ryu-Yeon asked back with a look of uncertainty as to why it was called. Nam Gung-sang couldn't say anything in the end.

[Gungsang!]

Ryu-yeon sang Namgoongsang in a quiet voice.

[Yes! Ambassador!]

[Do I have to be pathetic anymore after all I've said?] [Do I have to step up to all these little things?]

Ryu-yeon's subtle tone left the Southern Palace image flabbergasted.

He knew from experience that the ambassador becomes that tone when he is unhappy about something.

If we were any more slow to act here, we could later hit the police.

[No, we'll take care of it on our own]]

[Perfect for pre-meal exercise]

[Sighs] I see.]

Sweat came out sulking.

[Gung-sang! Remember what I said earlier] The lesson is to reflect it in reality.

Unfortunately, there are times when we need an example.

Namgung-san hurriedly answered the word "exemplary example".

[I understand what you mean] Plant it. Big brother!][You're a little quick on your feet now. I'm relieved that I won't be beaten for being tactless anymore.

[Thanks to the Ambassador]]

Nam Gung-sang replied with an anxious smile. In fact, there was only one person in the world who would do such a thing to him.

He couldn't think of anyone else but Ryu-Yeon who would do that to him.

"Then go away!"

There was no veto over Nam Gung-sang.

After a private conversation with Ryu-yeon, Namgungsang first walked to Yeomdo.

In order to fight them, we must first obtain the permission of the leader, Yeom Do.

The fact that each delegation of Cheonmu Hakgwan is passing by paying the best beauty of Cheonmu Hakgwan as a toll to the bandits.

Does that make sense?" It was a load of nonsense.

Salinity was not much thought and nodded.

"Take care of yourself! And... I'm hungry."

I think we should speed up the processing time for the salinity order.

He got permission from the salinity and walked to Binggum again.

As a courtesy, one could not get permission from one person.

"That's a very complicated process."

Ryu-Yeon muttered to himself. While Namgung-san was busy here and there, our bandits had no choice but to sit idle and watch the scene.

I've never seen such a carefree guy after meeting them.

Unknown anxiety crept up on the neck of the limbo.

Needless to say, I felt very dirty.

"Hey ink, what the f*ck is that?"

Im-gae asked in a voice filled with discontent.

The ink is his aide and the owner of the mountain debt. What kind of a thief is looking for?) It was a nickname for transport.

I don't know, I think it's a formality."

It was a transportation of debt liquor that was uncharacteristically eaten by Nokrim. I didn't like his appointment, pretending to be knowledgeable for nothing.

You don't have to say something that's easy to say!

Sometimes he uses words that he doesn't understand, and every time he says, "Oh, you don't know that?"

"Whenever he teased him, he used to be tempted to twist the head of the transfer and make him speechless again.

"You're lucky to meet a merciful boss like me!"

However, without him, there was no one to take charge of the administration, which left the living quarters completely paralyzed.

Heuknangchae, which he had, was a different size from other mountains, so he needed someone to do administrative work.

The transfer of the voodoo master has been able to make a mouthful about the appointment.

This administrative difficulty is believed to be taking greater credit than overflowing benevolence.

The Five Hundred Green Rim Islands of Heuknangchae were comforted by the Southern Palace passing through the salinity, passing through the ice sword, and hearing a nasty man.

Until this time, I had to fight the tedious wait.

"Yaam... is it over?"

Im Gae yawned and asked Namgung-sang, standing in the middle of Noknim-do and the delegation.

Behind the statue of the Namgung, there were 15 members of the marquis in a row.

"It's over."

Nam Gung-sang nodded casually.

Not long ago, the embarrassment in front of Ryu-Yeon disappeared as if it had washed away, and now I felt a sharpness like a sharp sword.

Oh my gosh! Something was off the wall."Didn't you touch something wrong?"

The six women in the horizontal row of fifteen.

I loved the fact that everyone was always beautiful.