I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 222



[Episode 222] Sleeping Dragon Secret Service Association

Cheon Yu-hak said that he had some business to do today and went away leaving Cheong wondering what to do next and with his characteristic unwavering action he went to ask about a large dry goods store.

Because I was swayed by the Confucianism of Cheonyuhak which asked what was the point of wrapping it up because it was difficult to hold on I was wondering if I would have any suitable clothes when I came out.

“What kind of clothing are you looking for?”

“I’m thinking of buying some cotton. How many fine things can there be? “The highest one.”

“iced coffee. Welcome. Just then a precious product worth 180 and 60 won has just arrived. How about it? Would you like to take a look?”

One hundred and eighty refers to the thickness of the thread. The higher the number the thinner the item. Yukhap refers to how many strands of thread were twisted and used.

In other words what the clerk meant was that it was a cotton cloth woven with six strands of very thin thread of 180 threads braided together.

“Oh. Is there such a thing? “Can I see it?”

“sure.”

If it is a piece of cotton with 180 layers of six-ply yarn you can tell that its softness is not ordinary just by hearing it.

When I actually touched the fabric the store clerk gave me I saw that it was light and soft almost like silk.

So it was also an ambiguous item.

In that case it is better to use silk.

“It’s okay. How much is it? “How much do you have?”

The clerk’s expression brightened at that.

What a great guest! do.

Cheong who had no idea how to save money got rid of all the expensive cotton and wandered among the clothes hanging in the fabric store.

“Is there a costume you are looking for?”

“Just a little. “I’m going to look around.”

If you translate the phrase “just look around” it means that I will take care of it so please don’t talk to me.

After the clerk stepped away with a disappointed expression Cheong looked around at the clothes.

But since I have never paid attention to clothes how would I know? Looking at the thin clothes I thought they were full of very manly things but the teacher’s words still stuck in my mind.

While I was confused there was a piece of clothing that suddenly caught my eye.

oh. What about that?

At first glance it was a stiff horse suit.

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“That demon doctor over there…”

The clerk who was looking at the customer with regret rushed towards him.

“Huh it’s an unusual outfit isn’t it?”

The clerk explained that this was an outfit ordered by the wife of a high-ranking official. It was originally woven as a mourning outfit but the outfit ended up leaving the house before it was completed.

It cannot be thrown away because it is woven with the highest quality of horse clothes. So they dyed it and hung it up.

“how is it? Isn’t the black color really soft and pretty? Even in the starched hemp clothes there is not a single spot of roughness or defects so I can tell that my coloring skills are like this. “If you have clothes you would like to dye…”

After listening to Cheong’s explanation it turned out that it was not a clothes for sale but a sign to show off the dyeing.

When we say black in the central plains we are not talking about completely black clothes like in the homeland of the Qing Dynasty.

He said dark gray the color that modern mothers describe as dark rat color.

It should not be completely black but should be bright but it should not be too bright since the pattern is black.

Therefore properly stained black gives a truly beautiful and elegant impression.

The color was really pretty but that was it. A thought suddenly crossed Cheong’s mind.

Cheong asked his eyes shining.

“How much is that?”

Mourning clothes are clothes worn from the beginning to be uncomfortable. There is no way to show and prove the sad and uncomfortable feelings of losing a parent a teacher or a monarch who did nothing for you.

Therefore mourning clothes are clothes made to show off to the world that even if the mind is not aware the body is definitely uncomfortable.

However because the dyeing was so luxurious it did not feel like mourning clothes at all.

But the discomfort was real.

“Kwaaah….”

Cheong’s idea was simple.

If it’s a problem because you feel good maybe you just have to get used to the bad side.

The silky softness that gently brushes my body is too much for me so I wonder if I could just wear a horse suit that scratches my skin.

So with a pounding heart I tried it on right away and thought wow this is awesome.

Originally hemp fibers were rough and stiff but if they were repeatedly rubbed with starch and loosened the stiffness disappeared but hook-like edges formed in the thread making it even rougher.

In addition the clothes have been dyed.

Rather than dyeing colored thread the dye was applied to already woven clothes and the color was preserved with chemicals so of course it becomes rougher.

Therefore the result was rougher than a scrub brush or scrub brush rather than fabric and was closer to a wood cutting plane called sandpaper in Cheong’s hometown.

It was as if my skin was already as sensitive as my fingertips and I was wearing clothes made of sandpaper.

The stinging sensation felt like my skin was being torn apart every time I moved my body.

“It seems like it ended too early.”

Still it’s better to be sick.

Every time I move my body my skin gets chafed and I scream which makes me feel more awake and conscious.

Moreover it was suitable clothing for training.

Horse clothes are inherently windy and breathable clothes.

Moreover the stiff jeogori got caught on a protruding obstacle and fell straight down causing the stomach to float as high as two fists allowing the wind to flow in and out freely.

I think it would be nice to have at least some coolness in the car which is already getting hotter.

“Tteuhuh.”

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I thought I would just have to get used to the uncomfortable painful feeling of wearing it.

According to Cheon Yuhak there is no particular training method for the art of reading space with the senses of the skin.

This is the result of a collection of experiences accumulated unconsciously.

If you live for a year or two with air flowing through your skin you will naturally open your vision in all directions wondering what is behind you if you follow this flow.

If I tried to shorten that period I would have no choice but to take off my clothes so it was important to just wear clothes that were as breathable as possible and go around as many places as possible.

If you learn to expand your senses through as many experiences as possible such as places with strong and weak winds crowded places crowded places places with all directions blocked etc. you will be able to save a lot of time.

Of course it was still a long way off for Cheong.

When you can’t even get used to the sensations you have right now who has time to worry about the wind or anything else?

This is what Cheong thought as he wandered the streets at the opening night.

It looks like all the skin has been torn off. Isn’t it possible that I’m bleeding? I wish I could just give up and go to sleep.

However I was able to endure it somehow because I wandered around late into the night even though I suffered a lot.

So Cheong can’t help but feel proud.

Wow today was rewarding too.

Almost every moment of life is training.

This kind of vain pride is more of a self-consolation that can never be said to be good.

However it is still much better than the attitude of avoiding it by playing eating and having fun so it can still be said to be better than before.

—-

The representative meeting was a place where high-ranking members of the Murim Alliance gathered to discuss the future major business directions of the Murim Alliance.

Although it is said that anyone can participate in the martial arts competition the truly important issues are decided only by the centipedes.

At this gathering of dark people Seomun Surin made a strong claim.

“How long are you going to let the sunspots go? “At a time when evil is getting worse day by day it is okay for the Murim League a political faction that follows the right path to be left as is.”

Since he was Seomun Surin a Jeonjeondae expert his speaking style was uninhibited.

Perhaps that is why the expressions on the faces of those listening were not bright.

“But senior. Aren’t black spots only for bad guys? “How many civilians whose livelihoods depend on it would cause trouble by tampering with it?”

Black Spot was a hotbed of all kinds of dirty trade but it was also a lifeline for homeless merchants who wandered without their own shops.

Those who were encouraged by this added their opinions one by one.

Among the customers of Sunspot there are many warriors of political factions and if they are eliminated it will be difficult to avoid the eyes of the government or to obtain rare items in a hurry.

Aren’t the black dots either overstepping their level of evil or in the case of the martial arts exploits being obediently cooperative? Rather since they are holding tight to those who live in the back alleys they can understand it at once.

The highlight was the Muhak line.

“Introduction: So what should I do with the sunspots? “They are not people who will stop just because we told them not to do it in the first place so we cannot lock them in the repentance building and give them guidance nor can we kill them all and get rid of them.”

“joy. What’s the point of not slaughtering these bastards? “If you’re going to say old-fashioned things like non-destructive orders-”

“Then how far are you willing to commit murder? Asian and meat merchants? So what is the scope? Is it a mortal sin to be in charge of distribution among those who supply directly? What about the fenced fowl? Should we kill a robber who hurt someone but spare a pickpocket who secretly steals things?”

Seomunsu-rin frowned.

Damn that damn thing.

He was a very sly man and the way he used the honorifics he used on everyone was extremely annoying.

In the first place when it comes to catching evildoers what is the reason for setting standards for who should be saved and who should be killed?

If you are seen you will die but if you are lucky you may live. You might get stabbed if you keep giving up your bad habits or you might change your mind and move on to the sun.

In the first place the Murim Alliance is not a gathering of newcomers who have reached the heavens of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors so even if you make up your mind and set standards it is not possible that everything will be enforced.

So if I were to ask you to name the standard here how would you be able to answer?

It was truly a cowardly way of speaking.

So I have no choice but to just sigh and let go.

“If you avoid it because it is inconvenient you will end up in big trouble. As they become more and more careless they will cause a big accident at any time but once something happens it will be too late. Tsk. Even putting aside the shame and disgrace at that time how can we calm the public sentiment of the world?”

“If it goes too far punishment should be enough. “It wasn’t even a vicious act ordered by the political faction Moorim so why would the public criticize us?”

The conclusion was dismissal.

“Tsk.”

Seomunsu-rin clicked her tongue.

This is why I didn’t want to come to the martial arts competition.

Either way the representative system continued.

“Then the next item on the agenda is the matter that Master Chen Feizi mentioned. Regarding the opening of the Uijeongmuhak Hall…”

—-

On the second day of the martial arts competition the schedule for the Jamryong Secretariat included a dance between Group Lee and Group Four.

Cheong took his seat in the audience because of Seo Mun-su-rin’s suggestion to come and watch the dance of the Shaolin disciple Wol-bong.

It meant previewing Shaolin’s martial arts which are said to be the best in the world and preparing for the semi-final dance.

To his right was Jegal Yihyun who was in charge of commentary and to his left was Dan Nanah who was in charge of friendship.

And on my lap Jegalhyang who is in charge of cuteness settled down perfectly.

It can be said that it has an enviable composition for the Qing with a left protection law a friendly law and a pet.

but.

“Okay.”

Jegalhyang was a girl who was considered a child even by Korean standards so it seems that the bimuhoe did not seem fun.

He sits on his knees swings his feet wiggles and can’t stay still so the sandpaper-like cloth rubs against his skin roughly.

As Cheong let out a painful moan Zhuge Hyang bent his back raised his head upward and asked.

“Gaga is that heavy? “Oh it’s soft.”

Zhugehyang rocked back and forth and hit the top of my head backwards.

Cheong’s heart pounded at the sight. What on earth is this cute creature? How can this be?

“no. The scent is light. “But isn’t Hyang that much fun?”

“Ugh… a little. “Hmm.”

And then he lets out a yawn.

Cheong smiled happily and hugged Jegalhyang’s body and made him lean against me.

okay. It would be better to get some sleep.

If you fidget you’ll get chafed.

“Then I’d rather take a nap. “Lean back comfortably.”

“I’m not sleepy…”

Even though he said that it wasn’t long before Zhugehyang fell asleep.

Normally the child would fall asleep quickly.

Cheong looked at Bimu with a more relaxed attitude and suddenly tilted his head.

“Did you say it was King Sohyeop? Was it like that originally?”

“The chair has changed right? He said that his chair broke at the end of the preliminaries so he had to get it again. Originally a chair was a sword weapon that was strong against blades so it was bound to be weak against swords whose blades were broken for non-use purposes.”

“No that’s not it…”

Cheong saw Sohyeop the warrior king using the chair.

I think my memorable good karma by using an unusual weapon was in the single digits but I guess I did something to suddenly become a bad guy.