I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 206



[Episode 206] Let’s dance.

Wolnyeogeomgyeol unfolds smoothly.

The sword’s trajectory which was drawing a circular arc suddenly strikes downward and springs up like a hook in writing Chinese characters so he straightens his right hand which is pulled close to the left and stabs it diagonally from left to right.

As Peng Cho-ryeo fell and turned around the wooden sword pierced the air as if it would graze the curve of his back.

Peng Choryeo’s hair spread out and at that moment Cheong’s eyes lit up.

A gap!

Cheong raised his hand and drew his sword.

Next a sharply falling wooden sword aimed at the top of Peng Chu-ryeo’s head.

The wooden sword penetrates through Peng Choryeo’s widely spread hair. But it felt like I was splitting the air without any sense-

Bah! Cheong’s world spun.

Peng Chu-ryeo turned around and swung the iron club in his hand across the floor and the iron ball which turned in a large circle and gained strength hit Cheong on the ankle and on the calf.

Cheong’s two feet floated in the air tilted to one side fell from his shoulders and fell round.

“Ahh seup…”

It was an indifferent moan considering that it had been rolled around violently. Even though I was hit in the calf to the point where my body was lying completely upside down in the air.

He got up rubbed his calves a few times turned his shoulders and quickly grabbed his sword again.

And again twenty plus.

This time Cheong was hit squarely on the thigh below the pelvis and he gently stroked it with his teeth making a sound of wind.

Zhuge Yi-hyeon looked at this with an expression of disgust and quietly spoke.

“Sister Fang? “It would be better to be a little gentle…”

“How can it be any better than this? “I can’t force myself to slow down.”

Instead of a long sword Peng Cho-ryeo was holding a blunt iron club. It was a solid piece of metal measuring six and a half feet including the handle.

It weighs just under 20 pounds.

These serious diseases cannot be wielded by force.

You just had to continue the flow and press down with the weight of the weapon itself so if it didn’t collide it would rotate and if it collided it would continuously draw a large circle through the recoil.

Peng Chu-li was just holding on to the Great Dao so it is not possible to be more gentle here in the first place.

“You’re right. So will it be training? “In the first place training is something you have to do while your body is in pain to learn it.”

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Cheong helped Cho Ryeo.

Cheong who was said to be the teacher and his student was greatly impressed by Seo Mun-su-rin’s method of teaching body meditation.

He did not hide his admiration with a happy smile.

“Our Cheong-ah is truly the Ilchwiwoljang.”

“The basics were lacking in the first place.”

At first he was unable to withstand Peng Cho-ryeo’s efforts and used a wooden sword.

How easy is it to take down an extremely heavy soldier with a completely different weight with a weak wooden sword without using internal strength?

If the angle at which you catch it is even slightly blunt the wooden sword will break.

Peng Churyeo also took this into consideration and at first he simply stretched out his sword honestly but gradually he mixed it with techniques and tricks.

By now Peng Cho-ryeo had managed to hold out for more than twenty years despite using all the techniques of an experienced warrior.

Peng Cho-ryeo who had been running wild for the first time in a long time stepped back wiping his sweat with an extremely refreshed expression.

Cheong urged shaking off his cheap military uniform that was completely covered in dirt.

“Whew. Who wants to do it next? Geomwoo?”

“okay! “I was waiting!”

“Just do it roughly and get out of the way.”

After Cheong’s training caught fire everyone was excited because they were heavenly warriors.

Nangung Prodigy even though he is always in a burning state the Pangan siblings are gradually no longer surprised by Qing’s ignorant training methods.

Thanks to this the sound of Cheong being hit was different from when we started endless sparring ten days ago.

The sound that used to be just a thud thud thud has now become so loud that people who hear it get sick of it so it was natural that Jegal Yi-hyeon who came to visit infrequently looked worried and looked worried.

“Sister Tang is sparring okay? “Isn’t the human body naturally unable to withstand that kind of abuse?”

For some reason Tang Nan-ah who had been concentrating on memorization training tilted her head at him.

However Tang Nan-er also suffered from Qing for a long time.

“uh? Cheong? “Are you okay?”

“Are you saying it’s okay?”

“Cheong-Ah is strong but she is always wearing protective gear so when she gets hit not even her muscles let alone her bones are damaged. If it wasn’t for the sword it wouldn’t even fit the blade. Because I can’t even put down acupuncture. Oh I won’t miss this. “Can you help me instead of just watching?”

“Oh yes.”

Jegal Yi-hyeon took out the memorized information tightly packed into the wooden doll.

As soon as Tangnan took it he pushed it into his sleeves into his chest and into the hem of his long loose top.

The wide long fluttering clothes that Tang Nan-ah likes to wear are actually more about functionality which is more like a memorization warehouse than about shape.

Zhuge Yi-hyeon looked at that and thought.

He said he shouldn’t hold a grudge against the party’s military commander.

“And isn’t it better to work hard? I feel like I need to practice memorizing things too. That’s why I feel like I’ve reached the peak of my review. Amazing. “Our Cheongah.”

Zhuge Yihyun nodded.

In the end since Zhuge Yi-hyeon was also a military man martial people were originally a people with a blurred distinction between hard work and zeal.

So when the sun sets and evening approaches the view of the palace becomes truly spectacular.

This was because when the sweat-soaked martial arts uniform rolled on the floor of the training ground it clumped together with mud not dust.

“Whoa…”

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Today’s win rate is about 100%.

The win rate continues to remain stagnant.

However this may be because everyone is becoming more and more serious about sparring and is increasing the level of aggression.

I guess we can say that it has increased a lot right?

It was time for Cheong to head to the bathhouse carrying his tired and heavy body with pride.

“Tsk tsk. “It’s a very good thing.”

I was startled by the voice I suddenly heard and when I turned my head I suddenly saw a small middle-aged man leaning against a tree.

“Miss I’m surprised. Who is that? “I think I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

“How about this? “You don’t remember?”

“ah! “The man who sold fake books!”

It reminded me of a book seller with a peculiar way of speaking whom Cheong had seen in a dark poem.

Since I had heard an explanation about the Muyeongshinsu from Jegal Yihyeon I had a general idea of ​​its identity.

Did this guy take my luck?

However asking that question was like confessing that I knew the man’s identity so Cheong did not show it for the time being.

“It is Cheonyuhak. “But after watching her for a few days I realized that she is a very cruel girl.”

“I’m fine but you can’t say things like that carelessly. At least listen to the teacher. “You’re going to be a catastrophe.”

Since the book seller was a very suspicious person Cheong deliberately mentioned Seomun Su-rin.

“why? “Was there anything I said just now that would make you feel like shit?”

“If I were a guy and not like this would you have said that I was terrible?”

If a man devotes himself to training by sweating rolling and getting beaten all day long he must have made up his mind! I am truly proud that a great figure will emerge in the future! I admire it.

But for a woman to be like this it’s really terrible. She’s truly poisoned so she clucks her tongue thinking who on earth would take her like that.

Because Kang Ho’s personality was like this Seo Mun-su-rin caused an uproar when he was young.

“Uhm. Still I guess he said it was foolish…”

Cheon Yu-hak who hit the nail on the head changed the topic.

“Anyway what kind of training do you do like that? To me it seems like he was just trying to tire himself out. “Why do you feel proud of your hard work when you’re sweating your muscles are sore and you’re in pain from getting hit here and there?”

In fact it was a statement that hit the nail on the head.

Since he is a martial arts person and can look at it from a step away he is able to reveal the ideals hidden under the word “zeal.”

Cheong’s expression was sour.

Why is this guy getting into a fight all of a sudden?

“Even if it looks like this it’s a huge gain right? “At first we couldn’t even clash with each other but now everyone treats us with sincerity.”

“Heng. A growing piece of shit. Even the local bastard will know how to avoid it if he gets beaten up that much. Is that because your skills have improved? “I just got used to it and got the hang of it because I was getting beat up.”

“After all skill is skill.”

“If the opponent changes you will be hit again. “Are you going to search for warriors all over the world and beat them up?”

But look at the way this guy talks.

What is the state of being cheap?

Cheong’s eyebrows twitched.

But I endured it for once.

“Just anyone can give hunsu? So do you know any incredibly efficient training methods?”

“Like you said anyone can give advice. If you look at it are you foolishly going to end up working hard and getting nothing out of it? Should I just applaud you for doing well?”

“Then I don’t really know any other way so I’ll just do what I’ve been doing. I don’t know what you were doing but keep doing what you’re doing. then.”

Cheong bowed his head and turned around.

If they weren’t going to help you trying to discipline them only made them feel bad.

“No no wait. Are you going to leave like that?”

“sure? “Do you have anything to say?”

I felt sorry for Cheon Yu-hak.

I guess I was acting out my temper without realizing it so my words were a bit sharp out of frustration.

Cheon Yu-hak hurriedly caught Cheong as he turned around again.

“Don’t you want to learn softness? “Just looking at it it looked like he was trying to load his sword with oil.”

“yes. that’s right.”

“Hmm the sword is not a very soft object in the first place so you have to swing it tens of thousands of times to get it right. “That’s not how softness always exists.”

“Then?”

“It’s not because I found a sharp dagger. ruler. “It’s okay.”

Cheon Yu-hak took out a dagger from his chest and threw it drawing a parabola.

When Cheong received it and pulled it out he realized that the blade was black and that it was not an ordinary item.

“Oh? Are you giving it to me?”

“I’m borrowing it for a short time. From now on think of it as your hand and use it instead of your hand.”

“What does that mean? Instead of hands?”

“That’s literally it. Try using it instead of doing the work you used to do with your hands. With that I eat get dressed and do the same things my hands used to do. Try to live without taking your hands off it except when you sleep. But you know that you shouldn’t use your left hand right?”

Cheong looked at the dagger with a sour expression.

Still it’s what the expert says but I don’t think he’d bother teasing me by lending me an expensive dagger.

“You’re not making fun of me are you?”

“Teasing. “I’m saying that because that’s how I learned it.”

“hmm. thank you.”

Cheong bowed his head.

Cheon Yu-hak nodded and continued speaking.

“But isn’t there a need for fortune telling? “I wrote a letter but there’s a handkerchief inside the flute isn’t there?”

“ah. that. “Why are you taking other people’s things?”

“Oh that’s it. “If you’ve read the letter shouldn’t you come?”

Cheon Yu-hak was dumbfounded.

Either way Cheong remained calm.

“Later when I looked at it before going to bed it had changed. “I thought you would contact me again next time since you wrote that it had already passed and there was no malicious intent.”

“No if your precious treasure has been stolen you should come running right away. It’s as if you forgot to run some errand.”

“Who wants such a dull flute? “There won’t be any sound anyway.”

“Hey guy. Do you know how much it would be worth if it were this many years old? “If you make a sword with this it will be a divine sword and a treasure of the world.”

“Do you really need to melt down an intact flute to make a sword? After all isn’t a flute better than a sword that can cut people down?”

“Sounds like a guru…”

I’m not saying this because Cheong is a Taoist monk but simply because he has no desire for money.

This was not Cheong’s nature it was just the situation he was in.

People who cannot guarantee tomorrow do not save anything so when they experience the world suddenly turning upside down their very thoughts about the future are turned upside down.

Because what happened once is not strange if it happens twice.

Cheon Yu-hak quietly got to the point.

“hmm. But that’s it. Are you interested in learning martial arts? “I have several Shingongjeolhaks that are famous all over the world.”

“thank you.”

Cheong bowed his head.

Cheon Yu-hak’s expression brightened.

“Then first of all let’s do the old rite-”

“ah. That’s what you said. sorry. “You can’t have two teachers.”

Cheong immediately changed his attitude.