I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 45



[Episode 45] Looking for someone.

In the past when the Murim League did not exist the political faction was simply a collection of large loosely connected factions.

The important thing is that they are tied together even if only loosely.

They maintained a close relationship by attending congratulations and condolences to each other showing each other’s faces and asking about each other’s well-being through letters.

The Jamryong branch was created at this time.

At first it was not even a gathering of late exponents.

It was simply a kind of event for those in power within a clan or family to get along and celebrate congratulations or condolences.

A gathering where people raise small amounts of money and donate it to first birthday parties 60th birthday weddings and mutual aid.

But then the Demon Cult attacked.

Political factions had to join forces to survive.

However they are neighbors who know each other well as Jamryongjihoe.

Moreover our son is your son-in-law your son is their son-in-law and their son is our son-in-law.

In this way the power of the Baekdo faction united as one by shouting “Namiga” stopped the invasion of the Demonic Cult.

It was the birth of the Murim Alliance.

After the Baekdo political faction’s alliance was officially launched the Jamryong branch was changed to a reserve combat group composed of young warriors.

However even in cold water there is an up and down.

The old faction and the noble young people of the 10th generation could not dare to associate with the clumsy Baekdo political faction.

Therefore the Jamryong branch was composed of two groups.

Cheonmudae. And Jiyongdae.

The Cheonmudae consists of young people from the old and ten generations and includes special members recommended by more than 10 members from different affiliations.

Jiyong University gathered other young people.

So every young person in the Baekdo faction dreams of becoming a member of the Cheonmudae.

To them Cheonmudaewon was a true figure of the martial arts faction who roamed above the clouds.

Even excluding the snobbish factor all of the crew members were experts well beyond their years.

True dragons who have achieved outstanding achievements!

This is why young people from all political factions have no choice but to admire Cheonmudae.

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In the imagination of young people Cheonmudae members were people who made great efforts to socialize and improve each other’s martial skills.

We will generously share and discuss the principles and principles of martial arts that each of us has realized.

ah! If only I could discuss and share my opinions there!

It was the dream of the young people of the Baekdo political faction.

And here Cheong was enjoying that dream.

This is a clear martial arts debate with Cheonmudae members.

“Everyone in the world says that it is a thousand swords and a thousand swords. Wouldn’t this prove that the sword is the greatest of all weapons? What do you think Geomwoo?”

“I admit it. “How about Master Changbin?”

Volcanic waves are also called volcanic sword waves.

It meant people who use swords.

“I have no choice but to acknowledge this Taoist monk as a plum blossom swordsman…”

Cheong nodded and declared.

“Then the motion that the sword is far superior to the Tao was passed with an overwhelming vote.”

Paeng Daesan frowned.

Cheong grumbled and brought out the next agenda item.

“Then the next item on the agenda is that it is a sword with only one blade so I think it is a half-full sword. So from now on shouldn’t we call it Bangeom instead of Tao? What do you think?”

“Oh! Geomwoo and half-geom. This is the first word in my life that describes the Tao so accurately. This is even touching. “I will admit it.”

“Still using other people’s weapons to such an extent….”

“Are you betraying Changbin’s seal now? We are Taoists right? Are you a friend who practices swordsmanship? Throw away the door?”

“…I admit to half-assed examination.”

“Then due to the recognition of Samjin from now on San-i is not a thief but a half-swordsman…”

There were three swordsmen and one half-swordsman.

It was a trap of majority rule where even if Paeng Daesan tried to oppose he would be outnumbered and defeated.

“under. “He’s so childish that I can’t get along with him.”

Peng Daesan gritted his teeth and thought.

Was there any reason to accompany Qing?

I don’t even know what kind of whim it was.

But the clear sincerity was this.

It is said that it was done for no reason.

I should just leave it on its way. Damn it.

“So today’s snack is something shot by a half-swordsman?”

Paengdaesan growled.

“Now after hearing that are you still insisting that I serve refreshments? In terms of face thickness it’s the best in the world. under.”

“why? Still isn’t this the moment when you are recognized as a half swordsman? If it were me I would cry out in emotion slaughter a cow and a pig and have a huge feast in the neighborhood. “Really.”

Next to him Namgung Shinjae nodded vigorously.

The pitch of Paengdaesan went down by one.

“They keep talking about my mouth being pierced.”

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“no way. Not if you don’t like it. Geomwoo? Aren’t you thirsty? “Wouldn’t you like a cool cup of Yongjeong tea?”

“If Geomwoo is thirsty will you just leave me alone?”

“Then can I eat ice cream?”

Bingso refers to a snack made with frozen fermented milk.

It is a modern yogurt-flavored ice cream.

Except for the fact that the homemade yogurt was slightly thick the taste and texture matched perfectly.

Cheong was very surprised to learn of the existence of this snack.

Ice cream in this barbaric ancient China!

Aren’t they cavemen who dig up ice and store it in the winter?

How do you do this?

Cheong just didn’t know.

Medieval China was the world’s leading technological nation.

Even in the middle of summer I made all kinds of ice cream and ate it all.

When it’s hot something cold is best.

The West who dug up snow and sprinkled it with sweet water were truly barbarians in those days.

Of course this outstanding legacy of medieval China was replaced by the dizzying joys of the red people.

“Will it be enough with just ice? “You can eat the rice cakes eat the small fish and eat a whole plate of cold snacks.”

Cheong raised his sword and shouted.

“Oh my our swordsman! Impressive swordsmanship! knife!”

“right!”

Namgung Shinjae raised his sword and shouted.

The swords met and crossed in the air.

Peng Daesan shook his head.

Cheong was a crazy woman by nature so the problem was that Namgung accepted her every single time.

In fact Namgung Shinjae was considered the best among the Jamryongs.

With his extraordinary ability to understand and an eye for breaking the mold which he showed from a young age he raised the expectations of all of Moorim as a genius who could recognize ten when he saw one.

He said he would be the next Emperor not the Sword King.

If it weren’t for my strange obsession with reaching the level only with the sword I might have reached the late peak or even the transcendent peak a long time ago.

Manlyuguijong.

It was said that all martial arts had only one conclusion at their peak.

Despite these principles of martial arts he was a Namgung prodigy who was absorbed only in swordsmanship.

It was natural that the level did not rise.

Namgung Shinjae also knew that fact.

However he was rather stubborn and went around pretending to be Geomchi.

Serious words fly to serious people.

But I don’t interfere with fools.

This was the reason why the King of Swords was so frustrated that he drank heavily every night without a drink or snack.

He was truly a fiery filial son.

Peng Daesan gritted his teeth.

“You sat there feeling very miserable.”

At that time Changbin who had become less talkative with Cheong’s arrival and then disappeared altogether quietly asked a question.

“But Pang-au. The Taoist monk asked out of curiosity what on earth is refreshing Yongjeong tea? I’ve never heard anything so terrible in my life. “Does such a thing really exist?”

“Why don’t you ask yourself?”

“Uhm….”

Changbin who was stroking his chin came to a conclusion.

“…It’s not easy.”

I was trying to let out the tears that were boiling up in my mouth but I swallowed it and sighed saying “You’re still my brother.”

In the end the discussion came to a conclusion with Cheong gulping down his ice cream.

Before and now it was a very miserable situation.

For some reason Paengdaesan was displeased with its appearance.

As long as someone buys it for me I eat it all up.

Even the black gulls raised in Sega won’t eat food given to them by strangers.

Either that or not.

Cheong was just happy.

The group was currently in their second day of staying in Shinyang after traveling three days west from Hwangcheon.

This is what the trip to the young masters was like.

When I reached the city by carriage I rested for a day or two depending on my condition.

And then we rented a carriage and set off.

Of course Paeng Daesan who was somewhat frugal and Changbin who was truly frugal preferred to join the traveling party rather than rent a carriage and coachman.

However there was Namgung Shin-jae in the group who tore through the book of slips and filled his war bag at every battlefield he visited.

Among the five great families Namgung was the second wealthiest family and King Sogeom’s spending was truly equivalent to that of a god of wealth who had descended on the human world.

For reference the richest family among the five generations is in Sacheon.

After resting for two days it was time to leave.

“This is the crossroads. It would be easier and faster to go north. If you go west there will be no cities for a while and you will be traveling far away.”

“Then you can go north?”

“If you go north you will find Luoyang.”

Mr. A. There was a bad relationship in Luoyang.

Back then and now my strength has improved a lot but the state was the same.

If I had filmed just the climax I would have gone and made a fuss.

There were still unexpected missions that had been put aside.

Just wait and see. After I finish filming the climax I will completely slaughter it.

Until then wash your neck and wait Heukyeonghoe!

No Black Wolf? What was it? anyway.

In this damn primitive China regardless of the sect or person the names are all similar so I’m dying of confusion.

Of course Cheong’s face changed a lot.

However as long as Paengdaesan was next to him he would eventually attract attention and if something happened he would have to jump out again.

“If you go west…”

“The next city will be near Daebyeolsan Mountain so it will take a week.”

Cheong frowned.

It was said that it was either a village or homeless for a week.

And in fact the two were not very different in the midfield.

It’s the difference between having a little more trouble from sleeping to eating or avoiding that trouble with a few coins.

But what can you do?

Cheong asked for understanding from his companions.

I guess they’ll have to go down a rough road because of me.

“I’m disappointed. “Did I seem like someone who would ignore Geomwoo’s difficulties?”

“Well this is the Taoist monk I saw…”

“What is it? Are you going to abandon Comrade Domun? Throw away distribution? “Don’t you know the route?”

“I agree…”

Both of them agreed very cheerfully.

It was truly fortunate that the water owner was spared from disappearing.

So I packed my bags and went out.

Strangely in a street full of people the proportion of women was strangely high.

It was a sight that was no longer new.

I ignored it and was on my way to the stables.

Cheong witnessed a strange situation.

“Please find my son….”

“No you old woman! “Where is this again?”

“Hey please my son definitely said he was going to the main gate. yes? Please let me look it up just once. please…”

In front of the side door on the majestic wall.

It was a sight of an old woman with gray hair clinging to a warrior holding a baton and begging for ejaculation.