I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 142



[Episode 142] Seo Mung-cheong

A patrol messenger from the Demonic Cult is coming to deliver an announcement!

Of course no matter how much of an enemy we are we would never harm an envoy.

Even the recipient was the Murim League the headquarters of the martial arts faction.

Rather it was a matter of protecting the patrolling lion holding the notice from being attacked.

It was necessary to avoid giving an excuse for the right faction’s martial arts faction to have harmed the envoy in a mean manner.

The Murim League masters who were dispatched like that couldn’t get along with the dirty Demon Cult bastards so they couldn’t get close and instead surrounded them at a moderate distance and provided surveillance and security.

Just like that the Demonic Cult’s infamous jet-black ebony carriage draped in a layer of coriander crossed the central plains and stories of its sightings continued to the Murim Alliance.

And in front of the Murim Alliance headquarters.

It was like a crowd of people who had already come to see the sights.

Even if the martial arts competition was held there would not have been this many people.

However even if they didn’t say it everyone had a rough guess as to what kind of advice the Demonic Cult’s patrol messenger would deliver.

Ultimatum!

An advisory is a diplomatic letter sent from one power to another.

The last ultimatum among them is the ultimatum which means that there is no need for conversation anymore so let’s just fight it out.

This suggested an important fact to the Murim League.

If the Demonic Cult were so confident they would declare war and attack!

Those guys who always gather their strength and then attack by surprise are enough to give warning this time.

However the power of the political faction Murim was also at its peak.

After Emperor Mucheon the level of martial arts in the martial arts faction was reaching its highest level every day so even if the evil enemies of the Demonic Cult invaded they would just stand up and fight back.

In front of the main gate of the Murim Alliance the leaders of the Alliance lined up in a line holding military flags.

It is the headquarters of the Murim League filled with the spirit of political faction.

It was a production done because it was impossible to allow a dirty demonic cult member into the Murim Alliance.

You may be wondering what this is all about.

However in the midfield face means life.

Among the onlookers the ebony carriages of the Demonic Cult appeared.

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Ominous murmurs spread one after another.

“Stop!”

The Lion’s Roar filled with the power of Buddha rang loudly.

The pure perm energy that Master Naegwang of Shaolin had honed through a lifetime of martial arts has spread widely.

It was a kind of suppression of momentum.

It had an effect and the ominous buzzing noise stopped.

After all it was Shaolin. The exclamation that it was the leader of the right faction Moorim and all followed for a moment and then subsided.

Then what the energetic people did was now jeers and criticism.

“How dare the evil species of the Demonic Cult invade!”

“Boo! “Go away you demonic cult!”

“Did you think this would scare the martial arts faction? “Justice always triumphs!”

In the midst of all this the patrolling lion finally raised his notice and shouted.

“I pray for the eternal glory of the Demon League and on behalf of the Supreme King of Shingyo I speak to the martial artists of the Murim Alliance!”

“…?”

“…?”

There was silence for a moment.

Everyone what did I hear? Even though we blinked and looked at each other to check we all had dumb expressions.

Thanks to this it at least gave me confidence that I hadn’t heard wrong.

“The new Shinkyo Supreme Lord now wants to erase old resentment and hatred and see an end to the long-standing antagonism! Therefore I would like to open the door to Protestantism and ask for reconciliation. I hope to break away from the chain of sorrow where we no longer hate each other where blood gives birth to blood and pain brings pain and we wish to sing joyful songs together under the sky!”

This is what happened.

The Murim Alliance soldiers were sweating.

It would have been better if the patrolling lion had been welcomed into the village but if a request for reconciliation were made in broad daylight with all the people of the central plains gathered together the village had no choice but to accept it.

The Demonic Cult had to attack first to be justified and the Murim Alliance which protects the well-being and peace of the central plains should not have now refused and shouted that it was unnecessary and that it was a war.

It was all a ploy to achieve this goal by hiding his true intentions and disguising himself as if he was going to issue an ultimatum.

The soldier used his good brain to no avail.

It was a characteristic of smart guys.

But what is the true intention?

If what they really want is peace this could be a historic moment when one of the long-standing problems in the martial arts world disappears.

What if it’s just a ploy to induce caution and start a fifth war between political and evil forces?

“Now that the door to Shinism is wide open any martial arts tyrant who wishes can visit Cheonsanshinsi and see it for themselves!”

“Hmm.”

The soldier groaned in discomfort.

A door originally leads in both directions.

Didn’t they say that they too were going to advance into the central plains after barely opening the gates of the thatched-roof houses in the remote corners of the countryside?

However there is no specific reason to stop it.

A long-standing grudge is really a grudge from a long time ago so even if I were to suffer the evil of a demonic cult it was only something I heard about and learned.

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The journey from Sacheon to Shinnyeomun Gate is not really a trip at all.

All you have to do is get on the boat and get off the boat.

Of course the scenery of the Yangtze River is beautiful.

If you take a boat down the Minjiang River in the provincial capital you will join the main stream the Yangtze River.

If you continue without disembarking you will enter Chongqing the eastern region of Sichuan Province.

Junggyeong is also the honey land of honey lands where the king came from.

Pachuk which commonly refers to the Sichuan region is a combination of the land of Pan and the land of Shu so Pa meant Chongqing.

Thanks to this the people of Sichuan treated it as eastern Sichuan but the people of Chongqing were offended and asked not to have anything to do with the Sichuan people.

If you pass through the long Chongqing land on either side you will immediately come across Musan Gorge which is considered the best view of the Yangtze River.

And the highest peak of Musan Gorge is Sinnyeobong Peak.

As soon as the sailors woke up the Musanhyeop came out. They called out to people to come out and take a look and when they secretly got ready and got off the hatchet it was right in front of the house.

In modern terms Sinnyeomun is a super station area with a view of the Yangtze River and a Sinnyeomun stop!

Since the way back was so convenient and close it was not for nothing that Seomun Surin rushed out after hearing the news of the Sichuan rebellion.

If I wanted to come it would only take a few days for the student to come back (of course the Yangtze River is one-way so it’s only fast when coming) but since the disciple was clumping and not even showing his nose I was naturally worried and had no choice but to chase after him.

Thus Cheong who arrived at the Sanmun Gate of the Shrine Gate was so moved that he was relieved to finally be home. He took a deep breath.

In fact it is nothing compared to the luxuriousness of the priestess’s house whether it is a demonic religion or a Tang religion but still the mental stability that my home brings is something that cannot be provided anywhere else in the world.

“Lord Taesangmun has arrived. Gulp.”

The disciples of the female priest tended to have great difficulty with the western gate surin.

So as soon as she entered the temple she jumped up and disappeared with her sword saying she wanted to go water the orchids. It was Seomun Surin’s consideration to enjoy the time of reuniting with the disciples of the priestess whom she had met after a long time.

“Taesasukjo! Wow you’ve become prettier! Totally Western! Absolutely gorgeous! Absolutely beautiful! “A complete beauty!”

Seo Mi-in refers to Seo the most beautiful woman of all time and modern times and Woo Mi-in’s first name is Woo but her last name is not known.

Cho-mi-in is Cho-seon Wang-jang-mi-in and Wang So-gun’s name is Jang so she is also called Wangjang so she was roughly a pseudo-four major beauty without Yang Guibi.

“What Taesasukjo came?”

“Taesasukjo!!”

“Taesasukjo where have you been this time? “Can I lock myself in to listen to the story?”

“Can’t you just blow the flute? “It always rings in my ear but I don’t get that feeling unless it’s Taesasukjo.”

“Who is the person next to you? “Are you a new disciple?”

“Wow the best food in Sacheon! “Sea fish poisoning!”

“Mancheonhwawoo! “Can you show me Mancheonhwawoo?”

“You idiot won’t we all die then?”

There was a lot of commotion between them.

Cheong accepted the enthusiastic greeting by putting the sugar he brought to his mouth one by one.

They were kids who lived in the mountains and never left their clan so they were kind and very kind but they were also very sensitive to external stimulation.

So it was almost like a flock of birds attacking.

Unlike Cheong-gwa who was already used to it and skillfully put each piece of sugar in it Tang Nan-ah already looked tired.

“I thought it was something quiet and quiet since it was called a door gate…”

“Isn’t that all prejudice?”

“Cheongseong and Ami were quiet. But you are indeed a Taoist elder…”

Tang Nan-ah spoke as if she had seen it again.

That has to be the case because his attitude is already different from when he stayed in the Tang family.

Due to laziness which had become so ingrained in my body I stopped mid-way and wanted to practice for a while but I couldn’t go very far.

All he does is sleep eat and act like a fool by clinging to Noh Choi.

However when I arrived at my house my back was straightened my shoulders were wide and I had the appearance of a dignified high priest so I couldn’t help but be amazed.

Cheong said with a grin.

“What about the elderly? First I will say hello to Jang Moon-in and guide him to the guest hall.”

I was on my way across Sinnyebong Peak.

Something small ran up and grabbed me.

“evil! I hurt my chest? “Can you please stop rubbing your face in the wound?”

“omg.”

It was an unfamiliar face.

However he was a little boy who was held in his Ewha Disciple training uniform with the top of his head just below his collarbone.

She was tall for a woman barely two fingers shy of six feet tall (5’9.4″) but even taking that into account if she didn’t reach her collarbones she would be a bit too short.

There was only one person in the female priesthood who corresponded to that.

“oh. Jang Myeong. You’ve become much prettier. “I don’t recognize you.”

“Huh.”

Jin Jangmyeong let out a strange laugh.

Cheong looked at Jin Jangmyeong up and down and admired him.

“oh. what. “Are we now at the beginning of the first class?”

“Hehehe.”

Then Jin Jangmyeong put his hand on his waist and pretended to measure it.

Cheong continued.

“Just a top-notch brat doesn’t block the progress of a top expert. Why don’t you go away? Go and play with some top early kids. This is a top-notch move. Whoosh whoosh. “Go away.”

“Tch.”

Jin Jang-myeong’s face was rotten.

As Cheong giggled and opened his arms again Jin Jangmyeong stopped and asked.

“Which one is hurt? left? right?”

“left.”

“huh.”

Jin Jang-myeong was hugged again.

Cheong let out a single scream again.

“evil! It’s on the left there. “It barely held together but it’s going to split again.”

“what. “You said it was on the left?”

“Because it’s left for me? “Not when you see it.”

“Then you should say that.”

“If you ask me if my left or right arm is injured will you answer that it is my left arm? “Even though it’s been a while since I’ve seen this I still think it’s stupid.”

“joy.”

“ruler. Now get away. “The laws of the land are strict but minors should not be allowed to do so.”

“…? “You were an adult when we first met.”

“To me men and women are the same. From the age of twenty. Is Jang Myeong turning eighteen this year? “There are two years left.”

“One year and one month. This year is over.”

For reference in Chinese adulthood a man was around 20 years old and a woman was just 15 years old.

When a boy was fifteen he was called Jihak telling him to set his sights on learning but when a girl was fifteen she was treated as an adult telling her to just give birth to a child quickly.

Seeing the situation in the central plains like this Seomun Surin was so indignant that he wrote down numerous legendary anecdotes of the women’s struggle.

After that he looked at Dannan and asked.

“Who is this?”

Okay.

Cheong lightly fed him honey chestnuts.

“What are you talking about to guests? This is called being a bitch. “She is one of the five great beauties of Murim and is also a member of the National Assembly.”

“hey! This is what people say. Hello? Sodou?”

“Oh great beauty?”

Jin Jangmyeong looked at Tang Nan’er’s face then looked at Cheong’s face again then looked at Tang Nan’er’s face again and then looked at Cheong’s face and made a gasping sound and pulled up one of his lips in a pout.

“hey! What is this little crab! “What does that mean?”

“joy.”

Cheong’s appearance brought back old memories.

When I think about it Jang Myeong was a very mean person from the beginning.

When I came in through the priest’s gate I acted so obediently that I forgot about it.

I guess I’m just being a bit shy.