I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 120



[Episode 120] Water knows the answer.

It was a too cowardly tactic for Tang Nan-ah to think about.

If you wanted to win your step-sister’s heart you had to confidently fawn over her build a friendship with her with charm and bake her with gifts of rare wealth.

You cowardly attack something like martial arts.

This was even more so because Tang Nan-er had already witnessed Qing’s awesome power in wielding people as weapons.

joy. If you have power I have poison.

Wouldn’t it be okay to make your sister fall in love with you right away?

Regardless of whether or not Tang Nan-er was plotting such a terrible plan Cheong had fun training for the first time in a long time.

To be precise Peng Cho-ryu was an experienced warrior belonging to the previous generation.

The interval between the base generations of the late index is ambiguous.

This was originally a phenomenon that occurred due to the distribution of prestigious names.

After a late Jisoo suited up and established himself in his own faction from then on he would pass on the position of a later Jisoo to the next generation. This was because roughly speaking once peers of the same age did so they would also do the same in Sega.

So the oldest member of the current latter-day index is Changbin Dojang (expert in women’s hearts unmarried 30 years old no dating experience) and Pang Cho-ryeo who will soon turn 37 is a senior member of the flag who hung out with the charlatans of the previous distribution.

In addition to the skill of a senior rider he was at a higher level at the beginning of the peak and was at the top with pure skills so almost every moment was an extension of the new martial arts path.

The Qing Dao Dao depicted a full moon.

Peng Cho-ryeo placed the same-looking sword at an angle and supported the drawing with one hand. A terrifying sound of scraping the iron plate was heard and the two swords clashed together sparks flying.

The tip of Cheong’s long sword hit the ground.

Peng Chu-ryeo’s long sword suddenly changed direction and struck straight causing Cheong to fall to his knees stuck to the ground and flow over his head.

And now!

Cheong twisted the handle of the long sword with all his might and attempted a terrifying slash with the blade upward.

However the attempt was worthless as Peng Cho-ryeo’s weapon was kicked by Peng Cho-ryeo and his back was twisted.

“Gap!”

Peng Chu-ryeo’s fist extended towards Qing’s clearly exposed side.

It was a fist capable of breaking rocks.

Just before the collision the fist extended its index finger and stabbed the side.

Cheong jumped up and let out a faint laugh.

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“This guy. “I get tickled in an unusual way.”

“What should I do when it tickles?”

“I was surprised. “I haven’t looked at her that much but surprisingly she has a feminine side to her.”

“…?”

Cheong tilted his head.

Of course she was shocked when she was told that she was ladylike but when she was told outright that she was not she felt strange.

Rather isn’t my evaluation strangely poor?

Why on earth?

If you feel like you’ve become a little closer is everyone like this?

Is there something wrong with my attitude?

Cheong looked at himself seriously.

The conclusion came quickly.

Am I always truthful and sincere?

I guess that’s what the friend culture in Joongwon is all about.

When I think about it when we became friends here or there we would criticize each other and laugh haha.

“Just cutting straight up is not a good technique. In essence all weapons have strengths and weaknesses so martial arts focuses on taking advantage of the development. “The great way can only be powerful when it flows from top to bottom in obedience to reason.”

“So wouldn’t it be an unexpected move?”

“well. Since Cheong-ah is good at baktu it would have been better to place a sword or grab the soil and sprinkle it. When I forced the direction of the blade my arm was already twisted so the direction was straight and the force was less. One kick opened my body so I died once. “Isn’t that right?”

Unlike the Mo clan of the Nangong family Peng Choryeo did not pursue only one great path.

Rather according to Peng Cho-ryeo the great sword is a weapon that does not fit the times.

First of all aside from the inconvenience of carrying it since it was a large weapon it had to be handled with both hands so it was at a disadvantage compared to other single weapons that had to be handcrafted or mixed with the free hand.

Its only advantage is its long range and powerful destructive power but as the level of martial arts increases and this is supplemented through energy the strength of Daedo is gradually disappearing.

But when I asked him why he bothered to do it Peng Chu-ryeo’s answer was simple.

‘Because this is the foundation of the family. If you can change it to suit your convenience it is not considered fundamental.’

For that matter Panga didn’t use a long sword.

“The way is often called Sunmyeong and the sword is called Yeokcheon. This is because the techniques of the two weapons lie in different places. The main road is from top to bottom. It flows like water without hitting the ground and rises up into the clouds again. “It’s not all about wielding and wielding power.”

“Oh.”

I thought I’d heard it before but there was a phrase that suddenly came to mind.

Cheong raised the long sword again.

“Try again.”

“good. “Come.”

Cheong flew in the weightless flight of Wolnyeosanbo and the main sword fell forward.

The long sword which had been falling in a thick stroke suddenly shook collided with Peng Chu-ryeo’s and bounced upwards.

At that time the sunset-colored pottery suddenly rose up drawing the shape of falling leaves and the sound of metal striking four times in one collision was loud.

Peng Churyeo jumped up and retreated.

“oh. What was it? What is the method just now?”

“uh. “It’s the Wolnyeo Swordsmanship.”

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Among the latter three there was a sword type that did not work well with a sword so I tried applying it with a sword.

“hmm. It’s called Wolnyeogeombeop. It’s a very old sword technique. Originally at that time there was no clear distinction between the sword and the sword so it was just called a sword.”

Then suddenly a girl appeared in the reflection.

She was a girl wearing blue clothes dyed with indigo her hair scattered but with feminine lines.

So what the girl was holding while dancing was not a sword but just a tree branch.

The girl looks at Cheong smiles softly and then they dance together in one costume.

A total of eight swords were fluttering in succession and the joyful dance moves were filled with clear laughter.

What the girl was holding was a delicate branch that was constantly bending and shaking and at the same time it was a beautiful wooden sword extending straight out and at the same time it was the large trunk of a huge tree with many twigs.

Although they are all tree branches they have different shapes sizes and weights.

Straight and short curved and long solid and elastic. whacker. Something with twigs. Something that is dry and dangerous and something that only has a sharp end…

Then suddenly the surroundings are dark and the girl is transparent and she realizes that the shape is made up of a constellation of stars.

The dazzlingly bright starlight.

It’s still too far away.

However if you stretch out your hand you can take it at any time.

Suddenly a translucent square screen appeared before my eyes. That was when the words glowing in ominous colors began to flash and Cheong stretched out his finger to touch it.

Someone poked my side.

When Cheong turned his head the girl in blue looked at Cheong and shook her head.

“hmm?”

“Why are you doing that?”

“Oh.”

Cheong looked around.

It’s the same as Dangga’s training hall so what? In vain?

Cheong looked down at the sword in his hand.

Then he looked at the sword carefully held it in his hand swung it around and snapped his fingers here and there on the sword pounding it on the ground and listened to the sound.

Only then did Cheong understand the great way.

As I understood the length center of gravity and tilt through intuition that could not be quantified my heart pounded with the desire to draw the countless lines dots and shapes that could be extended.

“Try again. “I saw something.”

And the sparring that followed was as intense as ever.

This was because unlike before which was a one-sided leadership sparring the Qing fought back with equal skill.

Peng Churyeo summarized the state of the Qing Dynasty.

“congratulations. “You have reached the beginning of the unification of believers.”

“Unification of believers?”

“I don’t know why I can’t teach well even before that realization. “Only when a person overcomes the state of knowing the body knowing the weapon and treating the weapon as a part of the body can one learn to put the center of the mind into the weapon.”

“Oh I know that! Master said the same thing. “That’s a combination of swords and swords!”

Cheong said with an expression of complete ignorance.

Thanks to this Peng Choryeo burst out laughing.

Regarding the Shingeomhapil Seomun Surin had already shown something.

A person is holding a sword but no one is visible.

Of course it wasn’t really invisible.

Could it be said that the master is hiding behind that thin sword or that the sword itself has such a strong presence that one cannot pay attention to the master holding it?

It was a strange scene that made me drowsy and distorted my senses just by looking at it.

“I’m not sure but maybe I’ll find out if I try more?”

“Oh my. “I didn’t look at it that way so it turned out to be a heavenly warrior right?”

“What on earth are you looking at…?”

It was time for Peng Choryeo to burst into laughter.

“Sister! What is the preface? Hey look at your sweat. “Aren’t you hot?”

Tang Nan-ah walked into the training hall with a friendly voice.

He was carrying a large tray.

“Training is good but at least have something cold. “I prepared some snacks.”

“oh. Something cool. Snacks there.”

Cheong was happy and sat down on the floor.

If Seo Mun-su-rin had seen it she would have immediately launched an onslaught but the person next to her was Pang Cho-ryeo.

Peng Cho-ryeo also sat down next to him in a friendly manner so there was no one to point out this miserable scene.

“Now this is your sister’s. “This is a preface.”

Peng Choryeo placed the small portions on the tray in front of her one by one.

Unlike Paeng Cho-ryeo’s plate which was neatly arranged at first glance there was a pile of things roughly piled up in front of Cheong-i.

“No there is no discrimination when it comes to food.”

“Do you have more?”

“I recognize that discrimination is correct.”

Cheong immediately changed his words.

Decoration was not important.

What was important was taste and quantity.

Cheong immediately lifted up a large bowl.

The finely crushed ice shook making a pleasant clanking sound.

Cheong was about to put his mouth to his mouth when he lowered the bowl when he heard the sound of gulp.

Tang Nan-ah was looking at Cheong intently.

“What are you thirsty for?”

“No no no what are you talking about? now. Drink it all the way. It’s made with citron and lime juice right? Sweet sour cool and delicious. “Because I didn’t include anything else.”

“oh. “Yuzu honey tea.”

Cheong smiled happily and took a sip of the citron honey tea.

Since my whole body was already wet and sweaty it felt like my body was being sucked in by the very small amount.

“Okay. good night.”

Cheong put down half of the remaining iced tea and immediately reached for the snack.

At that time Dannanah asked as if she was expecting something.

“how is it?”

“huh? Is it delicious? “Refreshing.”

“and? “Can’t you feel something?”

Cheong tilted his head.

Did you hear some secret ingredient?

Cheong put down the snack for a moment and took a big sip of the iced tea rolling it with ice.

Sweet sour and somehow spicy.

“Gulp. I get it. It’s thin right? “My tongue is pretty accurate even if it’s not as accurate as Mr. Intestinal’s isn’t it?”

“uh?”

“Oh no. Is it cinnamon? “Do you think the aftertaste is a bit spicy?”

“uh?”

Tang Nan’er looked at Cheong in confusion.

Then in surprise he saw Peng Chu-ryeo.

“ah. Thank you so much. “It tastes good.”

Peng Choryeo raised the bowl and responded with a smile.

Tang Nan-ah chuckled.

“Hehe what? …uh?”

Then when he looked at Cheong again his expression was full of suspicion.

It looked like he was somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

It seemed plausible when I was practicing Oriental medicine but why do I keep feeling like I’m on a pedestal?

First of all basic intelligence must be different right?

“What are you?”

“huh? what?”

“weird? “Give it to me.”

Tangnan took Cheong’s iced tea and gulped it down.

And after a while.

Suddenly with a painful groan he clutched his stomach and sneezed.

“You tricked me. Hehe ahhh etch! Ugh. “Ah my stomach hurts!”

“What are you okay?”

“My stomach hurts! Etch! Etch!”

This time it was three consecutive sneezes.

As you probably know continuous sneezing is quite painful.

Sure enough my eyes were filled with tears and snot was dripping from my nose.

It was impossible to avoid the ugliness of Sacheon Jeilmi High School with a naked distorted expression and tears and runny nose.

It is an unavoidable human limitation.

“I’m sick ugh ecchi!”

Tang Nan-ah stands up clutching her stomach and although she is in a hurry she walks away somewhere awkwardly and awkwardly.

“Did he eat something wrong?”

Cheong muttered and took a sip of his iced tea.

This went really well.

I have to ask for another ride.

In the already dark atmosphere only the sound of sneezing continued to slowly recede.