episode_0567

Tang Nan-ah and Seol I-ri go to the guesthouse to unpack their luggage, and Cheong heads to an ambiguous cliff at the corner of Sinnyeobong Peak.

In Cheong’s memory, it’s small, but um. It’s not particularly cozy, but it’s still my home.

Even when I close my eyes, the sight is good.

Around the corner, there was a small house that lacked the elements of a house, and a little boy who took the place as if it were taken for granted.

Sure enough, Jin Jang-myeong, who was swinging his sword alone in the empty yard of the house, looked at Cheong with the feeling of placing an exclamation mark, a punctuation mark that was not yet present in the central field.

And as Odo also begins to run, Cheong gets off the human palanquin, Gyeonpohee, and stands on his own feet.

As Cheong spreads his arms wide, the little boy’s expression widens, and although his proportions are good, his short legs move more busily due to his limited height.

“Sister!”

“Kid!”

And suddenly.

Gyeon Po-hee catches Jin Jang-myeong.

Jin Jang-myeong is trembling, but Gyeon Po-hee is a master who is about to reach the end of his peak, and even an Il-ryu cannot resist.

Moreover, I cannot shake the reasonable suspicion that the Geongondaenai that Huimae learned was a martial art specializing in changing the direction of force, and was created to provide the ultimate riding comfort when carrying me.

“… … ? Profit, what is it, let it go.”

“Hehe, it’s a pity, but according to the law of the land, a master of Hwagyeong and a top-notch babbler cannot dare to embrace. Instead, I will give you cute Heemae. To be satisfied with joy.”

“What is it? There is no such law. Profit, let go of this.”

“Am I cute? I didn’t hear that?”

Gyeon Po-hee tilts his head.

Cheong gives the assurance with sincerity.

“Then. Heemae is the second cutest in the world, right? Don’t be disappointed because of this. This light is also great.”

“Is the first one me?”

“No. Is it incense? The little boy has a surprisingly thick face, or rather, when I think about it, he’s always been thick.”

“… … ? Who is that?”

“Heemae. Could you lower your posture a little? Do you have to be at the same eye level as the master of flower scenes to write about a top-notch topic? Uh, more, more correct.”

When Jin Jang-myeong stands on tiptoe, his feet start shaking as high as he can, and then he looks like he’s gasping, and only then does he ask.

“What is it? Did you get to Hwagyeong? Is your sister Hwa-kyung? Really?”

“Heh. This is Kang Hwan. Very shiny. It can be used as a substitute for a lamp when it is dark.”

“Oh, congratulations, no, let it go, let it go.”

I thought he might be downcast because he didn’t get any help at Laosan, but he seems fine and is concentrating on his training.

Cheong reflected a little on that.

How much do you underestimate Jang Myeong?

Wasn’t it me who looked at me funny?

Cheong asks as he watches Gyeon Po-hee unpack his luggage.

“Now that I think about it, who is the teacher?”

“He passed away.”

“Hmm. It’s strange to say that. You went back to Taewon, right?”

“Uh. My sister asked if I could at least send you a message.”

“What. Well, you’re probably reading it by now.”

It was resolved well, and now the teacher and the disciple have reached the same level. The words Cheongchuleoram, Cheongeoram, which are like shaved water, Haneosu, blue comes from indigo but is bluer than indigo, and ice comes from water but is colder than water, were the words that came out for this disciple. .

I guess the teacher is good at dueling, so if he fights, won’t his disciple win? After all, the Yangtze River and the back wave of the Yangtze River push back the front wave. This is similar to the principle, and he sent a letter containing his thoughts, telling him not to worry.

“Ah. That’s right.”

“Huh? What is correct?”

“Unni is probably right. Lord Taesangmun was extremely angry. He also said that they should have broken his leg and made him unable to go out at all.”

Cheong was confident about that, hehe.

“Isn’t that why I risked my life and climbed to the border? Still, if you see me on the flower screen, you’ll melt right away, right?”

First, let’s meet Moonju first.

In fact, since the Qing Dynasty was the Minister of Foreign Affairs, there was no need to offer greetings to Zhou Wen first.

However, organizational rules exist in an organization, so what would be the authority of Munju if Cheong claims that Seomunsu-rin is his teacher?

Of course, Wang Ju-hui, the sword of heaven, is a person who has always been hidden and has no presence, just like his nickname (these days, he has found a lot of presence through generosity), and he is not a person who establishes authority in the position he was forced to take on.

Even if Cheong passes, he is the one who will nod his head and say that his teacher comes first.

Seomun Surin cares about the authority of his disciples, so if Cheong finds him first, he will definitely scold him, saying that even if he leaves Munju and goes first, and even if Munju is hard to see and forgets about him because he has no presence, it is due to courtesy and law. Sometimes.

“Ah! There was an achievement. Oh my, if I’m not careful, my youngest sister will catch up with me.”

“Hehe.”

“Master is waiting, so let Samae go first. Um, Mr. Party member? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, so I’m sorry to say this, but could you please take a moment… … ? Seol Sojeo, are you going to go straight to Suwon-dong?”

“Oh.” “Yes.”

It was only then that Tang Nan-ah remembered the excessive work she had done during her last visit to the priestess’ gate. Come to think of it?

But what can we do about something that has already happened?

Even if I had known in advance, I would have followed Cheong up, so I guess I should just act like a lady.

So, Cheongi Bomu walks confidently, or to be more precise, confidently in his heart, but his body is still not in perfect condition, so he walks gently and heads towards the house of West Munsurin.

Inyoung, who suddenly appears, clicks her tongue in disapproval and makes a stern voice.

“It’s so outrageous, how can a grown woman act like a tired child? What kind of disgrace is this?”

“Ah, Master! Wow,”

Cheong tried to run away with a bright smile, but the pain came and he was out of breath.

Originally, pain brings about a relaxation of muscle tension, and in unexpected situations, the strength is completely lost.

The moment my body leans in and says, “Uh-uh,” it’s pook.

Cheong in Master’s arms is very happy.

“Hehe, Master. Disciple Seo Mun-cheong meets Master.”

“… … What on earth is going on with this burn?”

Seomun Surin sighs.

There was a long patch of medicine applied over the eyebrows, cheeks, bridge of the nose, and on the other side from the side of the eye to the chin, so there was no swelling and it seemed like it was all going down.

With that face, he is wandering around and climbing the hill with a look of pain that anyone can see, so how can he just sit there and wait, pretending not to notice?

I felt like I was going to get scolded for a while, but after seeing him get hurt, I suddenly burst out in anger.

There is no other woman in the world who has been this bad.

How in the world can a master take care of a sick disciple? Should an old master hold his disciple in his arms and serve him, this wicked thing?

The disciple, unaware of that speed, just said hihi.

They are going crazy just because they are happy to be held by their master.

“Master, has anything changed with your student?”

“Your face is covered, so how can you recognize me if I have changed? Oh my god, what kind of horse would hurt a woman’s face like this? Things that really need to be dried up.”

Preface Surin’s answer is very sad.

I’m angry and my temper is rising, but I can’t say anything to my sick student, so my voice comes out naturally.

Jeonsentai experts can be very unfair.

I was beaten up by asking if there were men and women in Muin and if I looked down on myself by avoiding my face and chest in a sparring match.

Even if you hit her in the face, she’ll be damned even if you don’t hit her, then she’s just a bitch who wants to beat up people.

“Not that one. It’s like energy.”

“Hmm?”

Seomun Surin’s steps stopped.

“Have you by any chance entered into a ritual?”

“A. Master, will your disciple become a monk?”

Then Hwa-kyung? Hwagyeong? A disciple who reached the pinnacle last year suddenly reached the level of harmony?

There is no article like this.

What is a knight? It is called a knight because there was a precedent for strange things before chivalry, but it is something that has never been seen in the world before.

But more than that, to what kind of predicament had he been pushed into such a situation that he suddenly appeared as a scapegoat?

Now that I have already held you in my arms, I can see that not a single bone or bone is intact. I can’t even imagine how horrendous it was originally.

What on earth did I go through so hard to get to this point? I feel so exhausted that I can’t breathe.

“It all started with a single piece of paper, and the disciple was engrossed in his studies in Taewon for a long time through old sayings and sermons-”

“Let’s go up first.”

After passing through the front door, which was wide open as usual, Seomun Surin entered the room holding her disciple.

And when I asked the whole story, Cheong proudly stuck out her breasts, and even though her breasts were always sticking out, she seemed to have managed to get them to come out even more.

However, after it stood out like that, one side was bulged and it was obvious that something had been stuck on the inside, which made Seomun Surin’s stomach swell.

Some horse has split my heart again.

“When the disciple was in Taiwon, he was burning with enthusiasm with the words of hundreds of disciples. Listen to the interpretations of all the scholars. While the disciple was studying so hard, uh, um, what was it, was it a ghost, or was it a ghost? Anyway, it was plundered on the border. When I meet and cut down some of the same old bastards, what in the world does Jang Bo-do appear like? Oh, do you know what groceries are? Oh, you must know the grocery store, because Moonju wears it as underwear, so anyway, that’s how the grocery store goes… … ”

Cheong is not aware of such speed.

I am very proud of my bravery.

Not even knowing that the teacher’s anger was slowly rising.

Then, the suction magic attack!

Seomun Surin’s anger bar fills up to its full capacity in one go.

This little colt knows just how vicious the magic trick is, and how terrible the desire to obtain it is!

And this bastard, Cheonga, asked me to teach him academics, so why not take him as a precious student?

However, for some reason, the full bar began to tremble and eventually began to slowly lower the water level.

Let’s be patient. Let’s be patient. Wasn’t the child sick?

And even though I couldn’t tell the difference between heaven and earth, it was still a cooperative agreement, so I should rather praise its courage-

The thing is, even if you punish him, he rolls over in pain and doesn’t listen to you, so why should we be surprised at this?

In any case, it can be said that it was a very effective choice for Cheong to come straight to the priestess’ gate.

Shielding patients was a strategy that worked well regardless of the era!

Then, blood religion!

Rage bar threshold surpassed!

But I persevered!

And life or death! The legend of seventeen to one!

How much anger can I fill you with? It’s full.

But the kid is sick, so whoa.

But I endured it again!

Escape at night! The uproar of Hang-ah-hyeonsin!

Seomun Surin’s fists are shaking and it looks like she is sobbing under her breath. How strange is the expression that her fists are crying.

Still, my friends came to help me, and as I stood up for each other, I achieved a miraculous level of growth through amazing realizations.

“… … That’s how I got to Hwagyeong.”

“Me, you, we. hmm. You’ve made some really good friends. I am truly fortunate.”

Fortunately, the anger bar subsided during Samyang’s part, so one big worry was relieved.

This bitch was always craving and coveting human warmth, but looking at the harmony, at least she wouldn’t have to worry about going to extremes and losing herself.

“How did you achieve Samyang?”

Seomunsu-rin smiles at him.

Isn’t it a moment that teachers all over the world most desire to have a conversation with their disciples about each other’s enlightenment of the Three Yangs?

“Living as a woman, I saw an absurd world, and I saw poor women suffering without even knowing that it was injustice. So I knew that the cause was this era, and that is to say, wouldn’t it be my mission to stand up on my own?

“Ah. Yes.”

“The disciple has now entered the realm of enlightenment, so isn’t he a master of his time? So shouldn’t the disciple, as a female warrior, also think about the women among us who should be protected? Originally, women were not treated like this, so during the Spring and Autumn Warring States period, teachers deceived them with mean words… … ”

ah. this. I asked the wrong question.

Cheong immediately regretted it, but it was already too late, Seomun Shu-rin’s mouth opened, and the words that had been piled up must have finally burst out at this time.

So where is this place? Who am I.

It is said that time is relative, and this is indeed the case. I wonder if Mr. Ah, who has an attractive tongue, also heard the nagging idea of expanding space and time.

However, people are creatures that save themselves.

Gurgling! The loud protest from Cheong’s stomach and the loud cry for rice to be served are what end Seomun Surin’s epic story.

“… … You might say that the disciple is sick and eating is important. ah. okay. Did the scar heal well?”

“Ah. right. Master, look at this.”

Cheong flutters, dares to throw off his clothes in front of his teacher and shows off his scar.

Seomunsu-rin’s expression hardens at that.

From shoulder to opposite thigh.

It was terrible to hear, but the swollen, clearly visible traces of the incisions were indescribably cruel.

Oh my god, how painful it must have been.

It was a moment when Seomun Surin’s stomach tightened.

However, even if there were no actual scars, it was a sight that would naturally make a teacher’s expression harden.

When it comes to disciples who show themselves in front of their teachers, whether they are men or women, wouldn’t there be a huge problem?

“Master, isn’t this a bit cool?”

Seomunsu-rin’s eyebrows twitched.

Rage bar, breaking the threshold.

“Hyang-i, I mean, there is a very cute little boy called Jegal-hyang, and Hyang-i is also very cool. He seems like an old veteran who has turned his fortunes and has the air of an expert.”

Seomun Surin’s eyebrows twitched.

What exactly is the demeanor of a master?

There were a lot of idiots who intentionally cut their own faces just like the Safa bastards do, so what the student said was exactly on that level.

And you say it’s cool with empty words, so how can you write it?

Are you trying to show off my naked body just because a bitch is showing off her scars?

Seomun Surin’s fist cries loudly.

Let’s be patient, we have to be patient. It is not too late to punish him after he gets better, so he must endure it now.

“So, if you don’t erase the wound and leave it like this-”

Pajik!

Wow!

The sound of a rage bar exploding!

The concentrated anger poured down on Cheong’s head!

Taaaak!!!

It was a magnificent eruption of the power of the sun, the most powerful force in the world, where the fundamental unit that formed the foundation of the world was split and divided, thus fundamental destruction.