I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 283



[Episode 283] Journey to Jongnam

Seoliri’s expression is pale.

Even if it was because of his martial arts skills Seolga was quite expressive.

In particular the expression on his face while dousing himself in water and silently reprimanding him is exquisite and there is a vivid sense of anger and sadness that makes you wonder what you did wrong and a vivid sense of reality that it is all your fault.

Or maybe it’s just nature to eat it that way.

So what is the point of sitting still and staring at Cheong sullenly without saying anything?

Of course just because the expression is light doesn’t mean the emotions are light so the likes and dislikes are very strong and you can still see it now.

Seoliri who was sitting at the table looking at Cheong had no expression but when she lowered her gaze a little her fingers continued to move silently as if they were striking gold.

Originally when a person twitches his or her hands there are many emotions so it is usually expressed as anxiety.

However Cheong did not need much insight to interpret the gesture.

“Seol Sojeo. “I’m drooling.”

“No.”

He quickly wiped the corner of his mouth and pretended that he wasn’t Seoliri rubbing his hand on the table.

However the answering voice is quite lively.

After eating delicious food at every meal he was excited and excited at the table.

Isn’t drooling in front of food something only a dog would do? It’s a complete dog. It’s a bitch.

It’s like a lewd bitch who pretends to be arrogant but dribbles water in front of food.

However Cheong’s original rice size was so small that it reached the level of raw fire.

Even if he was an enemy that needed to be killed soon he would at least provide food so even though he was hateful he wasn’t like a friend or friend he was more like a pet or a wife but anyway since they weren’t strangers it was natural to feed him a delicious meal.

Plus it actually tastes better when eaten with rice.

Also it is rewarding for the person who buys the food just to enjoy it.

In that sense Seoliri was a very good meal partner.

First of all eat well and eat a lot.

It is an anthropologically proven fact that people from cold areas are big eaters and in Cheong’s view it is much better to see them happily eating a lot rather than chomping at the food like a Chinese-style beauty so this is a factor worthy of additional points.

however.

“Ha ha ha ha…”

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However even though they don’t know any shame and make obscene noises and behave in an obscene manner.

Seoliri was very reluctant when it came to boiling food.

When the thick soup boils the inside is much hotter. Cheong thought this was comparable to the temperature at which a spoon melts and turns into molten metal.

A large spoonful of such thick soup is scooped up from deep inside and thrown into the mouth without blowing.

Then let it cool in your mouth and eat it!

The sound of “Huh Huh Huh Huh” was the sound of lava being poured into the mouth and cooling down.

What kind of fundamental dining etiquette is this?

Is it okay to be like this?

It’s a very amazing sight as it has been heat-resistant inside the mouth but the sound is truly embarrassing.

Additionally after swallowing his first bite he started sweating profusely and by the time he finished eating his silver hair was soaked and sweat was dripping from his chin.

“Seol Soje you are sweating a lot.”

“yes.”

“You don’t normally shed it.”

“I use an ice ball.”

“When you sleep?”

“yes. So don’t hug me.”

“why?”

“It’s hot.”

“hmm.”

Cheong pretended to think carefully and then answered.

“no I do not want.”

At that blood appeared on Seoliri’s forehead.

Either way Cheong just snorted in excitement.

“Are you always saying you don’t like it but are you upset because you’re the one suffering? Eh. I can’t use it. “Tsk tsk.”

“….”

Seoliri kept her mouth shut.

It was because I had nothing to say.

“Why walk around when it’s raining? It’s not really a trip but it’s nice to take a day off. “It would be better to just leave right away.”

Cheong loves rain.

To be exact I don’t have to get wet and I just like to watch in a warm or cool room with the window open and the sound of shooting.

Either because I was right or because of it I just hated being damp sticky and musty.

You may ask what kind of person is that who likes rain?

However if you think of it as snow rather than rain it would be completely understandable considering that everyone likes snow falling when there is no need to clean it up or when there is no need to go out.

The horse stables were one of the projects of the central government and the work that was originally handled by the government was transferred to the private sector as peace continued.

However it is a completely different concept from privatization in the Qing hometown.

To put it bluntly it was not privatization but forced handover.

You have a horse and carriage.

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However if the Emperor wants to use it he must hand it all over.

Until then I dare you to allow you lowly citizens to ‘keep’ their horses and carriages for a little while.

what? So you won’t do it?

It’s a betrayal! Cut off his head!

Therefore stable owners are people who are forced to continue a business that would go bankrupt if the government requisitions them at any time.

However I am not pitiful.

The stable owner makes a lot of money by arranging victims to be robbed by suitable robbers.

Even if the horses and carriages are conscripted the idea is that one can preserve one’s property so one will earn by any means possible while one can.

So there are another bunch of victims here.

Two women appeared in the stable and their beauty was beyond all worlds.

Since I’m wearing a sword I’ll be cautious for now.

However the attitude of the taller woman was that she was looking around her shoulders were slumped and she didn’t know what to say so it seemed like she was waiting for someone to ask her first.

And the woman on the smaller side looks sullen and displeased but she holds a flat palm-sized stick of lollipop in her hand and mumbles it in her mouth giving off a very cruel and foolish look.

The stable owner was delighted.

They are the immature bitches of Moorim!

“Are you looking for a carriage?”

“Oh yes. that. carriage. “I’m going to Jang-an…”

The stable owner’s smile deepened.

They are complete idiots with no travel experience!

Why are you looking for a carriage from Luoyang to Changan?

Originally carriages were meant to be returned and transferred to the next city.

This was because if it went too far it would be difficult for the stables to send the carriage back.

“this. Sozer. If you rent a carriage you will need to return it to the stables and change in the next city. hmm. If you’re in Changan you can go to Naknyeong and transfer there.”

Look at this bastard.

Cheong pretended not to know and thought to himself.

To get to Changan all you had to do was follow the main road with the Yellow River at your side.

The reason for sending it to Naknyeong is obvious.

Because the road is longer and I have to go back.

“Four four. But how much money?”

“iced coffee. But carriages are a bit expensive.”

“How much…?”

“It depends on the carriage. How far have you gone to find out?”

“About twenty silver coins…”

“oh my. Would you be able to do everything including driver with that?”

This guy is playing tricks again.

Are you going to get ripped off for arranging a robbery?

I can’t see that.

Contrary to his true feelings Cheong timidly protested.

“But this is enough…”

“hmm. That’s why it’s hard to find a good carriage.”

“eww. I can’t help it. “I’ll stop by another stable and then come back.”

Cheong said and extended his hand to Seoliri.

Seoliri obediently took his hand.

Surprisingly Seoliri obediently complied without saying a word when holding her hand but when I asked her she said it was okay because Cheong’s hand was cool.

One way or another Seol-ri was unable to adapt to the heat in the central region.

It’s not that they can’t adapt but they won’t. Should I say that they have no intention of adapting at all since they keep making it cold with the ice ball?

Anyway it seems that Cheong liked the cold hands that he had learned from the small magic skill.

As long as I held out my hand he obediently grabbed me and held me.

“oh my. It’s raining so why bother walking? Whether you go here or there the original price is the same. Umm. I can’t help it. Since you guys are so pretty I will show you my kindness.”

So Cheong received a perfect recommendation for a top-of-the-line carriage and a skilled coachman.

I don’t know how good he is at driving a carriage but looking at his bad work he seems to have been working hard at his side job as a coachman.

It can be said that Cheong is no different from the angler fish that lives in the deep sea.

A fish called a monkfish that lives in the deep sea has shining antennae on its forehead and is a vicious creature that swallows up minnows that flock to it in one mouthful.

Since Cheong was having fun with the driver’s successful fishing he gently waved his luminous antenna to tell him to make up his mind and shake it off.

For 20 silver coins you get a top-of-the-line carriage and a coachman.

Although it was a journey that could take three days to reach Naknyeong or even four or five days due to rain I felt a bit ripped off.

But last time the amount of money looted by the robbers was over 200 nyang so what is this amount of investment?

It was only then that Seoliri got on the carriage and said a few words.

“The coachman is ugly.”

“Huh. You can’t say such bad things. “It’s sad to be ugly but how sad would it be to hear things like that?”

Seoliri shook her head.

Instead of saying “That’s not what Cheong experienced.”

What thorn is sticking out of your mouth?

Why can’t I speak less?

“I have a bad impression.”

“no way. “Do you want to evaluate people based on their impressions?”

Seoliri shook her head again.

“(Not really) the day before yesterday.”

“What? Do you think that person who looked like a living fire last time did that because he liked his appearance?”

Seoliri kept her mouth shut.

Seoliri keeps her mouth shut when she has nothing to say.

Then he puts the candy in his mouth again and concentrates on melting it down.

Cheong was once again impressed by that figure.

and. That makes me look like a kid who is really lacking in some way.

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The lessons Cheong learned from the coachman’s last impure attempt and the resulting consequences are comparable to the enlightenment he gained during his trip to Luoyang in the second year.

If you join the group they will give you food and pocket money!

If you come across a robber coachman you can kill him and the money will come rolling in!

Now that I think about it my last enlightenment came on a journey to Luoyang so what is it about Luoyang that gives it such a great teaching?

White horse? Is it a white horse?

Oops I should have just gone around and offered a Buddhist offering.

As he was praying he remembered reciting a Buddhist sutra that he had forgotten and Cheong again brought out the bright words of the Prajna Sutra in a clear voice.

Let’s go let’s go to the Hill of Ascension. Completely.

Anyway Seol-iri was just a companion and since it was raining and dark there wasn’t much to see outside so Cheong just studied his mind and muttered hard… Grrr! It wasn’t long before he started snoring and leaned his head back.

but.

Surprisingly nothing much happened?

The coachman was kind and friendly and he was good at driving the carriage.

On the way to Naknyeong I stopped by to eat something I wanted and slept at night. Even when the time was not right due to rain he was very sincere and faithful to his original duties as a coachman.

Wow. This isn’t it.

Cheong was greatly disappointed.

However there was one peculiarity.

“Seol Sojeo? “Where does it hurt?”

Seoliri is sweating profusely.

It wasn’t just that I was pulling it out it was so much that sweat was dripping down my chin.

“no.”

“Why are you sweating like that? My complexion is not good either. “If it hurts you have to say it.”

Seoliri shook her head. That’s not it.

“Because it’s hot.”

“Huh. “What about ice balls?”

“To prepare for danger.”

Seoliri was left helpless by the coachman’s attack last time.

This is because they did not notice the poison as they continued to operate the ice ball.

After I noticed that I was unable to respond because my stamina was almost at its lowest.

It was the same reason I caught a cold last time.

So because of the suspicious-looking coachman the operation of the ice ball was stopped to prepare for any unknown danger.

And what if the ice ball stops?

It’s hot.

It is now early July. Even if it rains it is hot and humid so hot that it sticks to your skin and makes you feel stuffy and dirty.

However blue already has a very strong resistance to cold and as a sidebar a decent resistance to heat.

That doesn’t mean it’s not hot. It’s still hot but it’s less sweaty and sticky so if you just stay still is it worth it?

“It doesn’t get hot if you stay still.”

It was only after Cheong spoke that I realized the essence of what the elders used to say: if you stay still you won’t get hot.

Blood welled up on Seoliri’s forehead again.

All Seoliri did in the carriage was to stay still.

Cheong snorted and teased Seoliri.

“If it’s really hot would you at least hold my hand? “I usually have cold hands.”