I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 37



[Episode 37] Honestly, you need to understand this.

Cheong always knows nothing but this was even more so when it came to this commotion.

I don’t know Surochae. I don’t know about Yangtze River. Dongho Dongho I don’t know.

Buchal… meosgi. The civil servant position is extremely difficult.

A man-eater? I don’t remember anyone weaker than me.

I just followed along because I was lured by a free dinner but in the end I became everyone’s hero.

Well the Man-Eater Army was quite a strong guy to say that he caught a bad guy in front of him.

Good things were good things.

The Yangtze River Waterway was a business that grabbed wealth and for that reason the treatment given to its benefactors was nothing short of satisfactory.

They even prepared a special event for Cheong.

Bok Ha-un the owner of the river did not even have time to ponder the sadness of losing his son.

First of all we had to prevent the coffin from being opened.

Fortunately the governor of Buchal Province became an asshole.

It became a reason to end the relationship.

Because the Guanshi could only be exchanged if there was a defect at the top.

All of the charges had to be laid on a monster called Eon Yeon-yeong and a new ally had to be found to take the line.

So Bokhaun sublimated the sadness of losing his son in another way.

With hatred towards traditionalist evil sects.

Even the name ‘traditional faction’ was absurd.

Since we have traditionally been thieves since ancient times the idea is to live as thieves.

A word has to sound like a word to be a word.

Still we were someone’s friend and descendants of Jeondae Surochae seniors so we waited and watched.

Because I believed that they too could change once they tasted the life of abundance and a respectable professional.

Bokhaun’s trust was betrayed.

Now the conviction of water lenders has become firm.

I’m so lazy when it comes to innovation.

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Innovation begins with saying goodbye to the old generation!

Coincidentally it was the same idea that marked a milestone in human history in the distant future or the past of another time and space.

This was the power of a group that had shared the same culture for a long time.

The name is nationality!

And so with single-minded determination he decided to break down tradition with only one piece of his red-tinted calling.

Traditionalist followers were tied up and executed one after another.

Surochae’s benefactor proclaimed himself responsible for the execution.

He was a person who was truly relaxed and could blow people’s heads off with a good smile.

It was from then on.

It was a time when people showed signs of reluctance.

Cheong read that mood and thought.

These guys really can’t get along.

These were the guys who kept stabbing me in the back.

They said they would take me there but they put me in a room with a crazy person.

When I revealed Eon Yeon-young’s identity I tried to sell her out.

Now it seemed like he wanted it to go away.

They say I’m an eternal benefactor and all.

Still I liked the Dragon King plaque that I received as a free gift.

The Yongwangpae was the will of the Yangtze River Surochae to treat its owner with the highest courtesy.

There was only one greatest courtesy that could be shown in numbers.

I will not collect toll tax under any circumstances.

No toll was charged to ships carrying the owner of the Dragon King Pavilion.

Surprisingly it didn’t seem like there was much benefit to me but in reality that wasn’t the case.

Because the dreams of all ships passing through the Yangtze River were in Yongwangpae.

The owner of the Dragon King Pavilion was a person who received entertainment rather than a boarding fee.

It was a free pass on the Yangtze River.

It is a request that does not think deeply about anything.

It was also a request that one should not think deeply about.

Therefore the ability to execute is everything.

Cheong got into a boat and went out to the river.

Meanwhile throughout the series Cheong was preoccupied with a certain thought.

Yeah that time.

When using the six-choice Yeouiryun Bodhisattva of the Tathagata Kidney.

So something was different…

Something is a bit like this….

It seems a bit like that….

It was a thought that Cheong kept thinking about ever since.

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It was literally something.

A sad feeling of not being able to be caught.

It was an ambiguity that was much more intense than the sadness I felt every time I had a meal as if there was something I really wanted to eat but I didn’t know what it was.

The Tathagata Kidney was used well every time it was important.

But it felt completely different back then.

My inner strength which was moving like a machine said something on its own as if it were going to sing about the end of the human world. So fuck.

Still I had a strong feeling that if I thought about it a little more carefully I would understand.

Cheong felt like he was going to die of frustration but in fact this phenomenon was a precursor to some kind of enlightenment.

The way Cheong writes Chosik is close to a kind of copy-paste.

It was a way to unconsciously use the herbivorous food that was forcibly imprinted on the body and head.

However Cheong’s method was not strange at all.

Even famous warriors learned this.

After repeating it tens of thousands of times to firmly imprint it on the head and body it was developed and refined through sparring and actual combat.

In this way one by one each person built up his or her own type of martial arts.

In the case of Cheong the only difference was that the long engraving process which took more than ten years was completed in one big blow.

And right now right before Cheong’s eyes he is embodying that vague knowledge of Muhak.

That’s how it started.

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Cheong’s tone of voice was as Seomun Su-rin described it ‘rougher than that of a rampaging colt.’

Cheong had never seen a runaway colt.

So that expression didn’t make sense to me at all.

Of course the standards of Daemonim who leads the women’s mountain paradise were very strict.

But in the end Seomun Surin also decided to do the same later.

There was also a reason why the old man who was somewhat lonely was soft on the pretty student who did not hesitate.

However the biggest reason was the insight of an old man who had lived for a long time.

It’s not that Cheong can’t speak femininely.

I guess I just don’t do it.

Cheong was not particularly aware of that fact.

However it was a world where bodies genders and names had changed.

It was a strange place where even the world had changed.

That tone which sounded strange to the people of the central plains was a mental protective barrier in the unconscious realm that was trying hard to protect itself which was only a memory.

There were times when it was even more difficult because it was a request like this.

It was a woman’s time called menstruation.

I didn’t have the confidence to survive on the boat so I got off right at the city where it was anchored.

He ran straight to the dry goods store and the owner seeing Cheong’s complexion gave him a pitiful look.

It was a look of sympathy that I did not want to know at all.

So I bought a lot of cotton cloth.

“Ssssssssssssssssssssss…”

All joints are sore.

The place where the muscle attaches to the bone is numb making it difficult to stay still and moving is exhausting.

At this point I lost my appetite for food.

Among the female disciples there were some disciples who were groaning in pain. In Cheong’s case the pain was not severe but it was just a lukewarm pain all day long.

My stomach hurts.

My heart hurts more than my stomach. Like a bruise.

More than anything this leak feels dirty.

ah. really. I want to slaughter! Is there any horseradish anywhere?

For that reason the Qing was on edge.

The bad guys who got caught at this time unfortunately ended up breaking things off even though they didn’t start a fight first.

If I lock myself in my room I get so frustrated that I can’t stand it.

So I went outside and I got annoyed again.

It was at the level of mental illness.

What to do in times like this?

Watching the bad guys show off their talents was the best but it was something you couldn’t do in the city.

Instead I’ll just drink some alcohol and feel a bit dazed.

The peak must be reached quickly!

In the words of Seomun Surin it is said that once a woman reaches the peak and undergoes a transformation a woman’s time passes by at a mediocre level.

But what the fuck. Look at me. Look at me!

Cheong swallowed his screams with alcohol.

Would you say that you forget about other pain by feeling the bitter bitter taste of cheap firewood burning your insides?

In one corner of the bar a bomb without a fuse was slowly heating up.

So in today’s case there was nothing particularly wrong with the Taiping Inspection.

The Taiping Prosecutor’s Office just came to collect this month’s protection money as usual.

However this was after Johobang attempted to expand its business and forcefully attract new customers.

“I already gave this month’s protection money to the hot guys in Johobang…”

“okay?”

The Taiping Swordsman thought for a moment and asked.

“But what does that have to do with us?”

Thanks to this the owner was dumbfounded.

“What do you mean…”

“What does this private contract you made have to do with our Taiping inspection? “Don’t we just have our own contracts?”

“Then you are asking for protection money…”

“Hey President Geum. Seup. Something is strange. Doesn’t it seem like we are extorting something? “Isn’t this the right amount to pay since the Taiping Prosecutor’s Office is protecting you?”

President Geum asked back in tears.

“Then what should I do with the protection money paid to Johobang?”

The warrior asked back with a puzzled look.

“Why do you ask me when you give it to me?”

A thousand dollars soared inside President Geum.

If this is going to happen then what is all the protection fees paid so far? Didn’t they constantly give money to stop people like Jo Ho-bang?

However President Geum pleaded with a humble expression.

Because the one with the sword was the king and it was President Geum’s fault for not holding the sword.

Besides this wasn’t even an incident.

It was routine in the midfield.

In extreme cases there were stores that paid protection fees to the Moorim Bangpa Network.

It was the mistake of President Geum who opened the store vaguely on the border between the two schools.

It’s all President Geum’s mistake.

Cheong felt truly sad to see that.

We should not sympathize with the sorrowful joys and sorrows of the self-employed not only in modern times but even in the martial arts world.

It was because of the bad deeds of the worthless warriors.

The Taiping Prosecutors’ Office advocated the Baekdo political faction and were not that bad of a group.

The worst guy is -56 and the best guy is -3. For someone with a sword they lived decent lives.

They are more upright people than the men who remained in Hwaseon at the time of Seomun’s drift.

So Cheong thought hard.

Punishment of at least three digits of bad behavior was a standard firmly established by the Qing.

If you compromise even once it will eventually spread out of control and turn you into a crazy killer.

Then really then.

Wouldn’t it be okay to hit him a little?

If you do something bad you should get hit right?

Looking at the business there are people from political factions especially so.