I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 350



[Episode 350] To Namnyeong

Aside from that there is one strange weak smell but it smells good but I don’t know what it is.

A bundle of paper of some sort. Oh is this a grocery store?

Because he is half blind even if he sees a slip he cannot tell whether it is a slip or a grocery card.

When I tried to transfer the contents to my bag I noticed that the bag was damp.

I just packed it back tied the two travel bags and now I think I can start again.

After that I was completely at a loss.

But does it have to go like this…?

It hurts just to breathe…

However crying does not suddenly mean that the distance to go is shortened.

However it is not possible to stay in the middle of this harsh nature until you get better.

So how should I go? I have to go.

Cheong tried to sigh but he couldn’t even sigh.

As I took a deep breath my chest cavity swelled and my ribs burst. The external oblique muscle burst and the torn internal oblique inside it too. The transverse abdominis muscle inside it also burst. And the thoracic membrane filled with water and sagging. Oh and the lower tendon cringed in pain. This pelvis is tightened and the pelvis is cracked.

But is it possible to sit down?

Let’s go first…

The direction is south.

Even though the sky is overcast with clouds (even though it is just water mist under your feet when you stand on top of Zhangjiajie Peak) there is no problem in orienting yourself by looking at the light source faintly spreading in the white sky.

On his way Cheong saw Wang Cheol-gun’s half-burned body in a pit created by a hammer fall.

Since it wasn’t done with oil the condition is more noticeable on the outside than on the huge two-handed hammer raised next to it.

It’s difficult to walk but it’s the perfect length if you use a cane.

When I heard it it actually weighed much lighter than the Moonlight Sword (Great Sword Ten Tigers).

It’s just that the center of gravity is shifted to the end but in terms of weight alone I think it’s a little short of 4 pounds.

That’s natural.

There is not much history in the world where a single weapon costs five pounds.

Even if it is a little less than four pounds it is still so heavy that it makes no sense.

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Among Nangabong ‘You want to swing that? ‘Are you out of your mind?’ It belongs to the axis that is heavy enough to do so.

Moreover the original Nangabong did not have this weight.

The weight has increased through the stopper.

It was only after looking closely that Cheong realized this because his eyes were so bad.

ah. This wasn’t a two-handed hammer.

It was Nangabong.

A spiky iron ball has emerged between the half-broken hammerheads.

A barbed iron ball was placed in a square mold and molten iron was poured into it to transform it into a hammer. As the bandits were not skilled in iron making the hammer head ended up breaking.

And then suddenly my heart sank.

and. This is. I really almost died….

I guess I just lived because I was lucky….

They probably exchanged the barbed iron ball for a hammer head in hopes of capturing him alive.

Because it was hit by a flat hammer head the impact was evenly distributed and the side exploded.

What if I got hit on the head by Nangabong?

The sharp thorn burrows through the peritoneum and the shock enters the internal organs.

His internal organs were all burst and torn and he died.

By now I must have been harassing the Samdocheon boatman and asking him about three hundred times if I was really dead.

Of course if it had been Nangabong instead of a hammer Cheongdo would have desperately tried to avoid it.

Only then did Cheong reflect deeply.

Master Hwagyeong wasn’t that easy and it was stupid to even think he could win.

One reflection now is much more valuable than the great achievements of Jang Bo-do the suspicious pill or the great achievements of killing the two Hwa-kyungs and subduing the green forest.

Then what should I have done?

There was no need to burn the wild vegetables in such a hurry so just go back slowly.

During a guerrilla war in the Yang family if you feel like the kids are getting a little loose burn them alive one by one to enforce discipline.

I could have been prepared to suppress them and drag it out for a long time and fight in a more favorable environment.

Or sorry to future generations they could have taken advantage of the dry winter season to just set fire to the mountain and run away.

Come to think of it won’t the trees grow again by the time our descendants start the tourism business?

However it was so wet that it seemed like water flowing underneath the jungle.

I don’t know if it would have been possible to start a forest fire in the wet primeval forest where it was difficult to even start a bonfire even though it was winter.

Cheong concentrating on what he should have done then walked slowly no it hurt if he walked too hard.

Still I think it feels better because I have something to think about while I’m in pain.

A village that emerged from the original world through such profound reflection.

The name of the village located southwest of Zhangjiajie is Yuanjiajie.

In fact the northwest of the foot of the two mountains Tianzi Mountain and Tianmen Mountain to the center and southwest of Yangjiajie and the east of Yuanjiajie are called Zhangjiajie and there is a village of the same name on the Guandu side.

This is because the name itself means the land of traitors hiding in this harsh primeval forest.

Yang Family the land where the traitorous Yang clan lives.

Wongajye the land where the traitor Won clan lives.

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Likewise it is called Zhangjiajie because it is the land where the traitor Jang clan lives.

Of course he is a traitor but he is not a traitor even now because it is a story from ancient times long ago long ago before the old dynasty was overthrown several times.

It was trivia given by Jeomsoi the only guesthouse in Wonga-gye a village below Wonga-gye.

It seems like he wanted to show off his village to the big customer who stole all of his precious food today.

To be precise it was the process of beating a fairy a peerless beauty who had descended on the village.

However even if you take a close look at the topic of Jeomsoy you don’t even get that impression.

Anyway what’s the point of having a guesthouse?

I gave her a hermitage (since firewood is much more expensive in a small village) and took a dip in a hot bath.

The young lady whose name I don’t know did well to bring the highest quality perfume (beauty soap) that she left behind as a keepsake.

I applied the Dangageumchang medicine that Nana brought me and wondered if I should leave the affected area alone or wrap it up.

If you leave it still it hurts less but if you move it hurts terribly and if you put pressure on the affected area it will still hurt even if you stay still but moving is much easier.

However it is unlikely that there will be a stable in a village with one guesthouse so you will have to walk.

Even if it’s frustrating and annoying there’s nothing you can do about it.

I threw coins at a village woman and ordered her to wash the contents of the wet fishy-smelling bag in the river.

Normally I would have done it myself but now it’s too difficult to even squat down so I have no choice but to get an ajumma to do it for me.

Still the woman who had earned some coins by adding a few more clothes to the laundry she was doing anyway was smiling.

Cheongdo is good and the lady is also good.

Thus the real Cheonhwa dressed in cotton yarn returned from being a barbarian to a simple straight-laced Yeohyeop Cheonhwa style and headed south.

It is already too late to use the excuse of going around to the east.

When I think about it that way it seems like I tried to go too fast and only tore my side.

This is why they say speeding is dangerous.

And so to the south.

To get to Huehwahyeon you have to walk and cross the mountain.

Still it felt a bit better after wrapping the affected area with firm pressure.

A cool pain that shoots up every time you breathe? Secretly? Does it seem like something worth holding on to? If it’s just walking it’s not bad right?

So when you reach Hwahwa next to the Hwaehwa River a flat road continues along the river all the way to the border of Guangxi Province.

So take a carriage to Tongdao County the southernmost city in Hunan Province.

After that a huge mountain range dividing Honam and Guangxi blocked the Qing.

However if you climb up here it becomes flat again through the plateau of Guangxi Province.

Cheong’s steps are basically fast.

It is like that from the beginning and with the addition of human-superior physical abilities it is able to run away at a speed that would make a commoner who does not know martial arts chase after it and fall out.

Even now that the side has burst it is still fast.

If it wasn’t for the side I would have used a light attack and flew away because it was too late.

It’s just a matter of walking with the affected area wrapped and the Shintu-style gait doesn’t have the impact of reaching the affected body.

However you should also listen to the side’s point of view.

It’s amazing and surprising that a girl with three layers of muscle on her side was able to ride up a mountain at high speed like a skilled woodcutter or herbalist and instead of getting better her muscles melted due to sepsis and the affected area didn’t rot away.

This is because Cheong’s constitution Sihyeoldokin provides complete immunity against secondary infections.

Cheong also realizes that and just rolls around.

Even though it had already been torn and torn several times in the first year and was rolling around in pollution wasn’t it a body that had healed just fine?

So it was a time when Cheong was climbing the mountain path limping but advancing at a speed that others could see.

“Stop stop!”

I thought the large procession that was ahead of me was getting closer but as soon as it reached someone shouted and blocked the procession.

Cheong frowned inside the cotton yarn.

madam. I was walking to the beat for a while.

Since the beat that causes as little pain as possible has been interrupted the voice that comes out naturally is also sharp.

“What’s going on?”

“…?”

The man looked puzzled.

And ask-

“Didn’t you follow me?”

“Oh. Me? why? “Why are you saying that I’m following you and that’s what happens to you?”

“…?”

“…?”

However it is unfair to those who hear the frustration.

Wasn’t there a limping figure with his face covered at the bottom of the mountain chasing after me at breakneck speed?

Even from a distance it is clear that the fearsome master is chasing after him threatening to hit him with his massive head and thumping his vicious nangabong on the ground. He is hiding his face.

Therefore all the warriors had no choice but to put their hands on the hilts of their swords and be very tense in preparation for an encounter.

Actually it’s not a big deal it’s a misunderstanding.

If it had been among the warriors of the Sapa faction a fight would have broken out right away but the Qing is a political faction and the political faction is a political faction.

So the misunderstanding was quickly resolved.

“Haha that was rude. The small person is said to be Jangpyodu Hakseosan of Hopyoguk.”

“This is Seomuncheong.”

“Cheonhwageom!” “The best in the world!” “Cheonhwageom!”

It seemed like there was a strange sound mixed in along the way.

Anyway I guess that’s why Bokchang’s name is a courtesy to Kangho but it feels really good to feel like everyone is welcoming me and pretending to know me.

“You are the author of Cheonhwageom Seomuncheong. I never imagined I would see you in a place like this. Are you going to Gyerim by any chance?”

“Namnyeong.”

“ah. “If it’s not urgent business may I ask you to accompany me to Samgang?”

After thinking about it for a moment Cheong realized that he had now reached Guangxi Province. Samgang is a city located right below the mountain as soon as you cross it so it doesn’t take too long.

That’s not enough to give up the comfort you get from following the standard.

You get plenty of food snacks as a bonus and a comfortable ride on a carriage. When you arrive you even get a small gift.

Are you giving this up just to save a few hours?

So Cheong sat down on the wagon.

However for some reason everyone from the messenger to the porters of the governor casts an eye.

Even if you do that the cotton thread won’t break through.

Since she is said to be the best beauty in the world or the most powerful beauty in the world one cannot help but be curious about her beauty.

However it is not an assignment for Cheong to just show off his face to satisfy your curiosity.

As Cheong pretends not to know everyone’s wishes and takes a seat on the grain bag of the wagon Jang Pyo-du steps up and holds out a blanket.

“But aren’t you cold?”

Cheong’s clothes were not suitable for winter.

In early winter with wide sleeves and loose pants flapping everyone who saw it felt cold.

Just by looking at it it felt like a very cold wind was blowing in.

However Cheong the owner of Bingbaekshingong does not feel that cold.

It’s so cold that I have to lie down on the chilly ground in soaking wet clothes for a long night. I feel like I’m going to freeze to death.

But how could such a stupid foolish idiot lie down on the cold floor in wet clothes on a winter night?

So the cold wind blowing against your dry soft skin is not particularly cold.

But I am grateful for the blanket given.

Just because it’s not cold doesn’t mean I don’t like it warm.

Uncle Pyodu is so considerate.

“ah. thank you “It’s not particularly cold but it’s still better to be warm if possible.”

With a blanket wrapped around me it feels so cozy and warm that I fall into a deep sleep.

That was when Cheong was dozing off.

“Stop!”

And the carriage stops.

What the heck I was just about to fall asleep.

This was Cheong’s thought as he swiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

For your information the priests were impressed by the fact that if they become masters they can sleep well without snoring even on a thin blanket even on this cold day.

Anyway it looks like something happened.

Now that Cheong has learned the pain he stands up very slowly and carefully.

As I always did every morning I woke up strong and strong but it was a gentle posture that I learned only after experiencing about three brief fainting spells due to intense pain.

Standing on the carriage with both feet I see a group of people blocking the way. I don’t know for sure because I’m still blind-eyed but it’s crowded and I can tell that they are bandits even if I can’t see them wearing rich fur clothes and holding axes and swords.

In response Pyodu goes out and raises his gun.

“You are the heroes of the green forest. “Our lake station has already paid the toll tax but-”

“That’s right it’s the toll tax paid to the Presidential Bond. Since the great Taenokrim and Yangsan Bakdae are here shouldn’t we show our sincerity separately?”

Huh. Cheong frowned.

Parasol bag? Are they crazy?

To be precise it was a catastrophe?

Are they the remnants?

But how come the remnants of the Liangshan Park who fled from Zhangjiajie stand in my way?

Did you run away all the way here?

It was when Cheong tilted his head like that.

The bandit’s words continued thereafter.

“Kkkkkk this person is Do-sam Do-sam the head of Yangsan Bakdae. You know me right? “Dou-sam.”

Cheong was surprised by that.

Oh Tae-sik no Do-sam is back.

No how?

Did you pick up the hair and reattach it?