I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 68



[Episode 68] Who is carrying a knife…

Cheong pushed out Jin Qi with the acupuncture points of his lower body.

My legs were numb and I had no strength because my blood flow was blocked and my blood flow was not flowing properly.

However the truth of Wolnyeo’s decision worked a little.

Although it felt like I was blocking the other side of my clogged nose and forcing air to blow through it.

The excessive force caused a sharp pain in my danjeon.

But compared to the coolness of my lower body the pain was bearable.

Wolnyeo’s heart was the heart of a nine-cheon wise woman who encompasses the nine worlds.

It is an enlightenment that balances yin and yang good and evil.

The true spirit of the play’s hero who shouts that anything is ‘possible’ gently melts the penetrator that seeps into the blood vessels.

It was when Cheong was forcefully prying open the closed blood vessel.

An older voice interrupted Cheong.

-Hmm. Nobu is said to be Godangsang.

Cheong was originally weak to old people.

I would have been able to confirm my bad karma by looking at my face but I couldn’t because I was inside the carriage.

“Oh? suddenly? “My name is Seomuncheong.”

-Nobu wants to teach you so you should serve him as your teacher.

Why are you suddenly asking me to treat you as a teacher?

“I already have a master.”

An old voice interrupted Cheong and suddenly began reciting a phrase.

Godang-sang also had no choice.

If the damn girl refused I was going to have to accuse her of being an actor.

So I planned to pass it on quickly before rejecting it and then show off later.

Since she is a bitch from the righteous faction her disposition will be different from that of demons. Maybe she will return to Shinkyo later and be treated as a teacher.

Even if that wasn’t the case there was also a hopeful prediction that it might be better than the Protestant bastards who wanted to eat their teacher.

-I saw a time when the black sun rose and there was no difference between day and night…

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ah. Looks like he’s the master of magic.

Cheong quietly kept his mouth shut.

After passing through the introduction that it was inspired by seeing the black sun during a solar eclipse it was followed by herbiography and imagery on how to use blood and true energy.

Martial arts training was usually in this order.

Next the martial spear sparkled and radiated light.

When I opened it there was a gold border-

to? Is it barely gold?

Cheong was disappointed.

The introductory process of having to use each and every type and operate it perfectly at least once is cumbersome.

Cheong poured free training points and achieved Ilseong.

At the same time unauthorized infiltration into the brain began.

I really couldn’t describe this feeling of something digging into my brain and rubbing it as if it was eating my brain.

“Ugh ugh ugh…”

And then I feel really dirty.

If it weren’t for this crazy experience I might have been able to become even a little closer to Tae-chang.

But after experiencing it there is a certain feeling that is not at all favorable.

Some kind of malicious intent that wants to take control of a person’s life.

At the same time you realize the indifference that it doesn’t matter what happens to you.

What on earth? Is this some kind of god?

If the gods that the uncivilized bastards believe in are the Jade Emperor and Buddha Baby aren’t they something closer to the good side?

Isn’t this how they treat people?

Or is it really just a game?

Am I doing what I want?

Why are these things involved everywhere I go?

Yes fuck Emperor Mucheon.

There was an article written about that guy too.

Suddenly I remembered the strategy I read during installation.

Naturally and shamefully like lying in bed and recalling shameful memories.

The biggest difference in difficulty was Emperor Mucheon.

In simple terms it was said that Emperor Mucheon was the great senior of the political faction and that he had taken care of all the crisis forces that could cause trouble.

It is an easy difficulty level that allows you to easily gain the legacy of Emperor Mucheon and build up your power even with a Safa or Mago inclination.

Emperor Mucheon whose level of difficulty is average is a man with no political power and only pinpoints the past imperial family making the crisis force much more powerful.

In the hard difficulty level the power of high-level martial arts and the difficulty of acquiring them are different because the Emperor Mucheon is treated like nothing and the entire Wulin is tightly controlled by the government and the level of martial arts in the powerful classes is also messed up.

Cheong chose the easy difficulty level for the first time.

So is this what Moorim is like now?

What if it wasn’t so? Would it have been different then?

then? What is this world?

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uh. I can’t do it. Bad idea. I need to stop.

Cheong’s body trembled.

weird.

It’s never been this bad lately?

why? why? why?

Then one face comes to mind.

Cheong immediately noticed my condition.

That bastard who claims the position.

It’s because of that fucking guy.

His face is like that of Count Asura and his legs are half assholes. If Tae-chang scratches him and he gets in a bad mood of course he will have a seizure.

Surprisingly it calms down without any injections!

But I’m angry!

My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking.

Originally people were nasty creatures who once they hated someone would hate them even more if they had a reason to hate them later.

I don’t know if I feel unfair because the anger that contains all the irrationality in the world is directed at one person.

Originally we didn’t know what people were doing so we had to be polite and kind to each other.

Cheong’s heart accidentally hit the wall of the carriage.

It was a move that had already gone far beyond the peak level and contained an extremely deep bet.

The inner wall and the outer iron wall were completely breached in one blow and Cheong’s palm shyly appeared outside the carriage.

Godangsang who was reciting Heuksalmajang’s phrase for the third time was surprised and looked at the scene.

Only one note on the tip of a long finger was pitch black.

It was proof that he had properly entered the black assassin arena.

—-

It was roughly a week ago.

Cheong staggered towards the table.

My right leg was shaking and I couldn’t lift my left leg so I dragged it.

Ji Seung-ju was amazed at that.

It was an amazing sight every time I saw it.

Can you walk on your own even after receiving the Yeokcheon Blood Flow Treatment?

Of course it was only at a crawling speed but I heard that the Most High did not have anything in his hands so he was just planning to make me a cripple.

I heard that one of the armored nerves is almost ready to be completed.

Yeokcheon Blood Flow Dabeop is a magic that originated from Hyeolgyo.

It is the vision of blood religion which is considered to be the second most powerful of the forbidden arts.

A warrior at the end of his peak was able to withstand the Supreme Dharma?

“Oh it’s hard. I thought rehabilitation was pure murder. “It was a very human victory.”

Cheong finally sat down massaged his thighs and trembled.

Then he pulled out his chopsticks and started swinging them quickly.

Cooking must be eaten.

why? Because cooking is right in front of you.

Ji Seung-ju looked closely at Cheong who was greedily inhaling food.

If anyone saw him he looked like he had become an enemy over food.

However the object of Ji Seung-ju’s gaze was not the hungry ghost that was holding grudges over the food but the hand.

The entire long finger is pitch black.

It meant that the Black Death Demon had reached Samseong.

It’s only been a week since I learned the rules.

Samsung’s achievement in just one week?

Ji Seung-ju barely stepped into second-rate status.

He was acknowledged by Protestants for his brains that made him the owner of the monument even though he was only second-rate.

Even with Ji Seung-ju’s brilliant mind the speed at which he mastered the Qing Black Death Demonic Master was an incredible achievement unprecedented in martial arts.

Rather if it is the Naegongsimbeop it can be understood even if it goes straight to greatness due to its extreme meaning.

However Heuksalmajang is a long-hitting style.

How can a swordsman who only used a sword learn swordsmanship?

Could it be that he had an original talent in the craft that he didn’t even know about?

One thing Ji Seung-ju didn’t know was that Cheong was learning Tathagata God and Soso Demon Gong.

The Tathagata Goddess is the most stoic spiritual practice among the long methods and Sosu Demonic Gong was also one of the roots that gave birth to numerous branch demonic techniques.

Heuksalmajang’s method belongs to the category of jangbeop so it was ultimately similar to that held by Tathagatasinjang.

In addition the black-blooded penetrating mirror was originally created in the shape of a small magic gun.

Therefore it is inevitable that you will understand it without having to pour in training points because it is natural as if you already know it.

Cheong who had already emptied his plate sat back in his chair and called Ji Seung-ju.

“hey. “Little one.”

“Damn. “What about the little one?”

‘You tell me.’

Oh no. The words came out in reverse.

Ji Seung-ju thought it was a mistake.

Of course.

Cheong smiled beautifully at that.

“Your expression didn’t change all the time and you pretended like nothing was wrong. I guess you were secretly concerned about your height?”

“I have a disease where sometimes nonsense comes out.”

“okay. Kid. From what I’ve seen it’s because I don’t like eating alcohol. “You need to eat a little more to get bigger.”

Ji Seung-ju’s eyebrows twitched.

Eating is not cool! Because of who!

Jungwon’s luxurious dining table spins round and round.

It’s made to make the dish easier to eat.

When I wanted to eat something Cheong turned the table around and put all the food in front of me.

Ji Seung-ju was interrupted no matter what he wanted to eat.

“I hope Sozer is taller.”

It was something he said to be Meg.

Because tall women were not popular in the central region.

But it had no effect on Cheong.

“then. My little boy would understand if he were a little taller. Do you know how refreshing the air is up there? “Every time I sit down like this I can’t breathe because of how dirty the air is below me?”

“….”

“But when we sit down we’re at eye level again right? Where does this difference come from? Did you iron it? Or a bridge?”

“…sickness.”

‘Small disease.’

Ji Seung-ju’s outside and inside matched for a long time.