Book 1 Chapter - 22 (1/2)

Ryu-Yeon spoke with a sad expression.

Then, with a slightly curled look on his mouth, his intense eyes,

He glared at his students in a high-handed manner, with his eyes glaring at them.

Sixteen people couldn't say a word, and lowered their heads. I don't know what to say.

Apparently, silence flew quietly into their place and sat down.

A moment of silence.

But a moment's silence is as quick as a teacup off the table.

It's broken.

A short silence first led to Ryu-Yeon's sudden, long crack.

It was because of out of the blue.

Ryu-Yeon, an action that even he didn't think of!It's...

”Ha-am!”

Yawning all of the blue. Surprised by a yawn that popped out of his mind, Ryu-yeon said,He hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands. But yawning has already demonstrated.

The arrow left! There was no turning back.

Hyun-woon came up because he didn't want to miss this opportunity.

Hyun-woon is a very significant beauty in the mind, which is invisible on the surface.

With a very courteous look on the face of the cow.

He spoke in a voice filled with respect.

”No, Master, what are you yawning for? What happened last night?

Did you get tired? You're having a hard time sleeping last night, aren't you? Take care of your health

It has to be sour!”

It was a vocabulary that could not be said that there was no sarcasm.

” Humph, no, I just feel the pressure on my beloved pupil's shoulders.

I'm afraid I can't do it. I'm afraid something's wrong.

Shoulders are important to swordsmen.So I'm worried... ...”

But of course no one believed that word. Yeah, I'm gonna throw up at the end of the end.

Everyone knew it was hard to get away with it. over and over again

He had to avoid the heavy rain of his disciples who were focused on him.

Uh, well, Ryu-Yeon, who was talking to me, suddenly turned his head around.

I stared at the clouds. There was a spark in my eyes.

”What the hell did you guys do yesterday, by the way?”

At the moment, everyone's shoulders wince. There's something bothering me.

It was a question that overcame the crisis and reversed the charter.

This time, Hyun-woon had nothing to say.

Ryu-yeon turned to the Namgung statue with his eyes filled with meaningful light.

The red face of the Southern Palace is even more red.

Then, Hyun-woon came forward as a representative and said,

”Oh, we respect you, of course. You're a great and great man.

I couldn't sleep at night because I was sad to say goodbye to my father!”

Hyun-woon, who speaks well and without saliva on his lips, is an acolytic subject.

It was Lee.

”Oh, yeah?”

This time Ryu-Yeon responded incredibly. His eyes are...

It strongly implies, ”Don't be ridiculous!”

”Sure!”

Hyun-woon said in a certain tone.

”Yes, Master! As Hyunwoon said, I couldn't sleep because of today!

How can I sleep when I have to leave my master's side?

You must have!”

With a smile, the woodcutter will go haywire.

Helped.

Did you get over it? Maybe Ryu-yeon's eyes worked.

It got thinner and thinner. With a grinning smile...

With his smile, his eyes narrowed like a crescent moon, he glanced over his disciples.

Ryu-Yeon said.

”Who were the three women on the roof last night?

Did you see a brighter light on the roof?”

Ladies, Namgoongsan Mountain, Danmoksu, and Dang Munhye's shoulders wince at the same time.

It would have been more tingling in the chest.

”And the man who was sitting on a green pine tree pretending to be an owl.

Where did you two live?

Do you have a good view?”

Nam Jeong-ne, Noh Hak-eun and Hyun-woon's shoulders wobbled.

Then, the two exchanged views. ”How did you know?”

A meaningful look.

”The two of them clinging to the mossy rock and practicing to wipe their faces.

Where else do you live?”

”What about the two guys with their eyes out behind the bushes? The sound of bugs in my ears

You liked the sound, didn't you?”

It wasn't the two of them that flinched, it was the shoulders of the two b*tc*. Volcanic acid is...

Hwaseolok and Moyong's family had a female meal, Moyongchui.

”The one who was sniffing on the roof of the toilet, peeping from the corner of the kitchen building.

The one that was sticking out, ”...

Flinch, flinch.

Every time Ryu-Yeon adds a word, people's shoulders wince.

Ryu-Yeon's pinched number is 14. Namgoongsang

All 14 of them, except for the two, were somewhere last night.It became a story of hiding and watching something.

The face of the Southern Palace and the Spirit is no longer human.

He turned pale to this extent. The face of a man with red blood circulating,

How can it be so white. The spirit's body reeled.

How come I didn't notice? They're all 14 of them.

There was a hiding body around.

It's not enough to hear that they're the best, and they're not the best.

I can feel myself, and I can see 14 of them.m. signs.

What do you mean I can't?

One of the reasons is that the Southern Palace and the Spirit are too focused on the situation at that time.

Because I couldn't concentrate on what happened yesterday.

They're on a level where the hiding people are not enough to be called first-rate.

It was a story of early masters.

For both of you, it's a long way off to walk around with your face up for the time being.

It's done—you don't have the guts to be shy. For months,

Or maybe it's meant to be years of walking on the ground.

Heard up to.

When I saw their pale faces, their blue lips, their stiff bodies, their faces...

Ryu-yeon said with a smile with his eyes. If you don't mind any more, today...

It occurred to me that I might be able to remove the body. The body was ashamed of itself.

You can't win. It could be a self-inflicted body. Hang in there. I can't stand it. It's exploding. Close your eyes.

It could have been a body that was beaten to death by a man's knife that was picked up and stabbed to death.

”Well, let's stop talking about that! It's time to leave. This is what happened.

It's funny to make a scene and make a fuss.

Ryu-Yeon briefly regrouped, and his disciples in a heavy voice.

I told somebody.

”Let's go down the mountain!”

The order of descent has fallen.

It was Ryu-Yeon showing the master's side again. In three years,

Didn't you say the restaurant will deliver the food in three years?

Five months was never a short period for humans.

Ryu-Yeon's acting skills have been greatly enhanced by his masterstroke over the past five months.

Masterful, now mature, dignified, weight-bearing performance.

It was about as good as it could be.

Disciple of a quiet but weighty word that makes the master feel dignified.

They began to follow the master down the mountain. As of today, ARMY.

It will be the last time to see the moon and the sun rise in the mountains.

And running to the top of the mountain every morning, on top of the waterfall.

Jumping, daily wood, firewood, and many more.

Achieving a daily wage of miscellaneous things was also the last time today.

Morning of parting promised, time of separation never forgotten.

I came on time. Mausoleum, it was time to leave, but invisible.

People rooted in the ground, like those caught up in the devil's eye.

Like that, no one could leave but stay the same.

In front of the country's signpost, 16 disciples lined up.

Ryu-Yeon was standing. And a little distance away, a lotus flower.

The sword is embroidered, and the middle is large.

Twelve wagons bearing the flag of the Zhongyang Pyo-guk.

All preparations were completed, and stood in good order. The wagon in the lead.

specially designed to make it easier for the body to move up and down when moving

It was a special cart, specially designed to carry fragile objects.

It was a cart. No, the whole cart was made like a sealed box.

It was more of a carriage than a carriage. Special heart and soul, special order.

I don't know what this piece of work is going to cost me a lot of money.Ryu-Yeon was well aware. To Jang Woo, the owner of the country who came a few days ago.

It was because I heard.

The one who hesitated as if he wouldn't teach me at first, he'd give me an eye.

He showed me a big smile and taught me kindly and in detail.

The most important role, weight, and value of this carriage.

It contained what had

We're all set to leave the trail, and there's only a sign of departure.

I could depart at any time. This time, we're going to make or break the Central Bureau.

Jang Woo-yang, the eighteenth-year-old prosecutor of the state, will be in charge of the bidding.

The tens of thousands of votes mobilized, over 150, are tremendous.

It was a vote of scale. Even a ticket on such a grand scale is now...

Being held back by a man in the military, unable to start.

It was Ryu-Yeon who was the one. Put your students in front of you.

In other words, since earlier, it means that you will have the last love of your disciples.

Because I was in the middle of my last.

But then, one of them stepped up and said, ”It's time to leave.”

No one had the gall to say, ”Let's finish and start.”

The state owner, Jang Woo-yang, is silent with a resigned look on his face, and how dare you be a coward?

Would you come forward and raise an objection?

State lord Jang Woo-yang and his pawns, the pack of Central Pyo countries, are waiting.

There was no other sharp way out.

Ryu-yeon, with a disappointed look, looked delighted, and now she had to leave.

The disciples were gathered and decided to give the final instruction.

The last lesson is about everything you've ever taught.

Jeonghwa, you teach them, you enlighten them, you feel them to your bones.

It was a fact that I wanted to do. Even if you don't learn anything else, just this.

I had to learn, feel, enlighten, and engrave deeply in my bones.

The last teaching was given through the form of mental education.

”What's higher than the sky?”

In a quiet voice, Ryu-yeon, to those who were his disciples.

Asked.