I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 166



[Episode 166] Do you know this beggar?

When a person sleeps in a warm well-heated room with his or her body comfortably buried on an expensive bed he or she falls into a deep sleep that is literally equivalent to fainting.

On the contrary if you close your eyes on the cold noisy hard rocky ground sleep is as shallow as a puddle after rain.

Because the sleep is so light it lies somewhere between being asleep and awake.

I don’t know if I got any sleep so I can’t tell if I closed my eyes for a moment or closed them and just passed the time.

Cheong who closed his eyes like that flinched even more.

cold. It’s damp. It’s only warm when the sun shines.

I thought I had a good dream.

It was a dream where I would meet a good teacher meet good friends wear nice clothes eat good food and go around.

hmm. Was it a dream or not?

Cheong opened his eyes to check.

People pass by looking at the world lying down for a while and clicking their tongues as if they can’t see it.

Cheong closed his eyes again.

ah. It was all a dream.

Somehow such good things can’t happen in this fucking medieval China.

I’m so hungry I feel like I’m going to tear up but please just eat one rat today. I want to eat meat.

Or I went to Pyeongchanchaeru and said “Oh those damn bastards I won’t give them any more pigs.”

ah. I don’t want to move.

First year Cheong originally didn’t move.

Moving for no reason only made my stomach churn and nothing particularly nutritious happened.

Even if you try you won’t know anything if you get noticed by beggars.

When my body was so weak that I thought I might die if I didn’t eat more I would sneakily pick up something and eat it.

It was then.

I heard a shout coming from Cheong who was closing his eyes.

Cheong slowly opened his eyes.

Beyond the blurry texture of the cotton thread two feet could be seen suspiciously standing on the ground.

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When I rolled my eyes as much as possible I saw the owner of the foot bent at the waist out of my field of vision lying crooked.

He moved his arm so carefully and delicately that my eyes almost hurt and then the handle of a familiar-looking sword in his hand caught my eye.

It was the handle of the Moonlight Sword (No. 8).

huh? Moonlight sword?

For a moment Cheong’s mind which was in a strange boundary between dream and reality suddenly returned to its original state.

Wow. I thought I went back to that time.

And you see all the sword thieves in your life?

Sword thief is an unfamiliar word to martial people.

When you think of a sword thief you may be familiar and familiar with it.

Because the warrior’s weapon is like a mistress (Jungwon India’s wife is just a family member) so if someone else touches it carelessly it will literally hurt.

Therefore a warrior’s weapon is not something to steal; it can only be obtained by killing it.

Cheong quietly pretended to sleep and watched.

As the knife comes out of the sheath little by little the inside of the knife which cannot be said to have been well maintained becomes more and more smudged.

And when it all finally came out.

“Where!”

The Qing capital drew a parallel line about an inch above the ground.

The thief’s both ankles get caught there and he flies up into the air.

Quadang!

The sword thief landed on the ground from his shoulder hit his head with this kick and his back which was bent like a bow returned and his pelvis was thrown to the ground three times.

“Haha you’ve really gone crazy trying to steal a warrior’s sword!”

Cheong jumped up placed the sword thief’s wrist under his feet and shouted.

Still it’s almost like the person you’ve been waiting for with such a bright smile on your face has returned.

“Ahh! hand! hand! hand!”

“According to national law those who steal must have their hands cut off. How dare you defy the sacred rule of law!”

The sacred rule of law both concepts of sanctity and the rule of law were offensive and insulting.

Since history the sacred has never been sacred and the rule of law has been a high wall erected from its inception to protect the interests of vested interests.

Seeing him spouting out bullshit I could tell that Cheong’s mind was completely intact.

“No these people are really mean too. “I can’t tell you that the sword is being stolen but I can just watch.”

Cheong rolled his eyes towards the street.

Because it was beyond the cotton thread it ended up just looking like porridge being skimmed.

Still since he was with the horse the onlookers who were watching with interest slowly avoided their gaze and looked at the ground or sky.

Meanwhile the sword thief continued to scream.

“hand!! hand!! hand!!”

It took a lot of pain to be able to do something to avoid the situation whether it was hitting Cheong’s ankle or something.

However I was in a dazed state due to the pain that felt like my wrist would break off at any moment.

I have no choice but to hold on to the shoes of my older wife and try to somehow open the gap.

hmm? What about this?

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Cheong changed the pressure he applied with his feet.

“hand! hand!!!! hand! hand!! hand! hand!!! hand!!!!!”

It’s kind of fun.

Isn’t it the mechanism that makes your voice louder if you apply more force?

Cheong’s mouth drew a sadistic curve.

However after briefly confirming the sword thief’s evil deeds Cheong put his foot away with a regretful expression.

It’s a waste.

I wish it had been just three or three points higher.

The sword thief then shed a storm of tears wrapped his arms around my wrist and made a sound that was somewhere between a sob and a moan.

Cheong who had picked up the moonlight sword stood crookedly and looked down at it.

“hey. What good did the bastard who got caught stealing get punished and fall asleep? Touching an unmanned sword? “You know what that means right?”

“Huh.”

“Everyone did you see this bastard stealing a sword? “You know that according to the laws of Gangho you are not guilty even if you cut your head!”

That’s right! Someone shouted in response.

It seemed like he wanted to see blood in broad daylight.

In fact one of the biggest spectacles of this era was the Mok Denggang Blood Fountain Chuaak Degurur Beheading Performance.

It is not necessarily because the Central Plains were uncivilized but in this era beheading performances were very popular among all races around the world.

It could be said to be a universal human emotion.

Still if one were to judge superiority or inferiority the people of Central Plains would only enjoy beheadings with their eyes.

They were much better than the Westerners whose eyes were red as they tried to dip a piece of bread into their flowing blood and pushed and shoved each other with some even falling to their deaths.

“ruler. If you know just straighten your head and keep your posture. “I will send you to a room that won’t hurt you.”

“Please save my life!”

“Are you asking me to save my life by touching a warrior’s weapon? “Are you generous to the guy who touched your wife?”

“The wife already had an affair and left home….”

“hmm. Well… cheer up.”

For a moment the room became solemn.

Cheong had no intention of killing him anyway so he would have forgiven whatever the man said.

It’s not that the wife is having an affair but the old mother who is usually picked up and swallowed by thieves is a primitive ancient artificial sect whose children are like enemies to the wife who is like a target.

The object of reference is the elephant’s midfield.

“okay. It seems like there is a story that cannot be heard without tears so I will spare my life. “Give everything you have and get out of the way.”

Then the sword thief unpacked his travel bag and war bag and laid them down in front of the office.

“Can I go now…”

“Are you kidding? Give everything you have. Since I don’t have a hobby of watching boys flutter around I only look at one piece of underwear. practice.”

The sword thief who was not at all pitiful took off his clothes to reveal a piece of silver wrapped around his ankle with a string.

“No you bastard. “Even if you saved my life you still kept the silver piece?”

“oh! Why is Eun-pyeon here? Who tied the silver piece to someone else’s ankle? “How strange!”

The sword thief made an awkward noise unwrapped the silver piece and placed it on the bag.

Cheong said in bewilderment.

“The crazy guy said shit and fell asleep. “Should we really abandon the slaughter?”

Since Cheong did not have a black flame dragon on his left arm or a subordinate spirit to ‘hold back’ and stop his murderous intent his right arm holding the sword flashed with a terrifying killing force.

“Hi!”

The sword thief ran away wearing only underwear.

The ground along the escape route was stained black leaving behind only irregular lines and countless droplets dotted with dots.

“hmm. “I’m sick of that.”

The civilians who were watching were also scared and left the place.

If a black man runs towards you while urinating even the world’s greatest expert would step aside out of fear.

Thanks to this the sword thief quickly disappeared.

Cheong looked at the loot left on the table.

“Hehe sweet sweet.”

There’s about a handful of coins in the bag.

And when I picked up the piece of silver as a single piece it was roughly the weight of half a piece of silver that had been beaten out and spread out.

Even though it’s less than a penny in total I’m very happy because I got the bag.

Even at first glance the bag had no volume and was floppy making it look like there was nothing inside.

But the bag itself is important.

I already knew how big of a difference it is to have a bag or not after experiencing it for a year.

Still when I looked to see what was there there was only one thing: a dirty towel wrapped in an oiled broad leaf.

“Ooh jerky.”

For beef jerky to be delicious it must be a high-quality product made as a luxury item.

This was a dry food that anyone could eat as it was so common and ordinary that it was dried so hard that it did not fit the teeth and the sanitary conditions were not guaranteed.

But where is this?

Although it is fishy and hard to eat on its own if you put it in a stew and soak it for a long time it still tastes like chewing meat.

Growling.

When I thought about meat a voice from inside my stomach asked me to stop acting stupid and put some rice in it.

“hmm. Should I eat something? “It’s been a while since I ate dumpling bread and had a drink.”

Anyway it was better to fill my stomach with cheap dumplings and drink strong alcohol than to cook poorly.

The timing was just right.

Looking at the sun it appears that it is approximately 3 o’clock in the time unit of the new poem invitation.

Well you slept for quite a long time.

I don’t even feel like I slept at all.

In any case during times other than lunch or dinner food is sold to beggars in guesthouses.

Of course you can’t eat inside but you have to sit in a discreet place in front of the store to eat.

The human heart was truly treacherous.

Earlier when I thought Kangho’s adventures were all just a dream it was so heavy that I felt like I was sinking and didn’t want to live and now that I was pretending to be a beggar for the first time in a long time I felt something familiar and nostalgic.

It is natural because you can escape from your beggar life at any time.

Come to think of it I’ll just pass the time by pretending to be a beggar and go to the release date on time.

Who would imagine being a beggar on the side of the road with a bounty or something? do.

Cheong slowly walked around scratching his head and looking for a suitable place to eat.

If it’s too high-end you’ll be shut out and if it’s too high-end you’ll have to filter out the unsold items that are left behind because they can’t sell.

So I had to find a restaurant that was decent and the staff had bright expressions and a good atmosphere.

There must be a good place to eat in front of the store.

Cheong found a suitable restaurant.

Seoryang Banjeom.

Banjeom is a restaurant that is one level lower than a restaurant (gaejeom).

At the entrance to Cheong’s spot he pretended to notice.

As Jeomsoi approached with a nervous expression upon the appearance of the beggar with a knife Cheong cast a spell in a dead voice.

“Five of those dumplings. “Isn’t there some alcohol that’s really cheap but really strong?”

A beggar is basically a beggar but a beggar who has learned martial arts is a beggar.

However the beggar with not one but two swords politely cast a spell.

Moreover even though she was an ugly girl with her face covered her voice was so beautiful that she was a woman.

Jeomsoi’s pride rose and soared into the sky.

As Jeomsoi’s shoulders rose his demeanor became noticeably gentler.

“Where in the world can you find cheap strong alcohol?”

Hard alcohol is expensive.

This is because strong alcohol is made by compressing weak alcohol either by vaporizing it or in some way.

“It’s okay to drink too much…”

“hmm. Just give me one more coin. “I’ll take care of it for you.”

Jeomsoy’s tone of voice in answering that question was very old-fashioned.

When will Jeomsoi ever use such an adult tone of voice again?

This was all wisdom learned through life.

As a martial arts woman Cheong is an idiot but as a beggar he is more than just a dignified person and has the wisdom to be called a wise man.

She was a very beggar by nature.