episode_0487

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Early in the morning, Seo Yi-ryeong opened his eyes and started dancing.

Shhh! Whoosh!

As Seo Yi-ryeong continued to repeat his swordsmanship, Oknyeo Swordsmanship, before he knew it, Muk-geum came over and was watching Seo Yi-ryeong’s swordsmanship.

Seo Yi-ryeong greeted Muk-geum with his eyes, and Muk-geum also responded by blinking his big eyes for a long time. Seo Yi-ryeong smiled slightly at Muk-geum’s answer. Because it was an action that was truly worthy of the name Mukgeum.

Seo Yi-ryeong looked at the horn of Mukgeum and changed the path of Oknyeo Sword.

One day, Seo Yi-ryeong, who was observing the mukgeum that hovered around her, had this thought. If such a quiet and gentle guy were to fight with these horns, what would he show?

As I looked at Mukgeum with that thought in mind, the horns suddenly looked different.

To Seo Yi-ryeong, the shape of the horn extending out from each angle of the inkgeum felt as if it expressed a single path.

“Phew.”

Seo Yi-ryeong focused on drawing Touro.

The sense of unmanned was whispering.

It was still a very clumsy route, but the moment this route was completely tied into one flow, it would become one group.

As Seo Yi-ryeong finished his early morning dance, the spirits also began to stretch one by one.

Caiang!

“Did you sleep well? Miho.”

Seo Yi-ryeong stroked the face of Miho, a fox spirit with a pointed snout. Unlike other spirits who joined relatively recently but were still faceless, Miho actively approached Seo Yi-ryeong.

Perhaps he was younger than the other spirits, or he quickly figured out that Seo Yi-ryeong was a safe person.

Seo Yi-ryeong gathered firewood and put new firewood into the fire pit with Miho following her.

Kang!

Miho snorted slightly, and the flame drawn by her breath instantly ignited the firewood.

“Thank you.”

Seo Yi-ryeong places a pot on the flame as if she is already familiar with it.

“Good morning.”

“Did you cough?”

Seo Yi-ryeong, who confirmed that Ho Cheon-an had woken up, slightly bowed his head and said hello. Ho Cheon-an returned the pressed black lip to its original position and stroked the head of the little Seogong who was stretching his body next to him.

Seogong, unable to bear the chaos of the number of spirit creatures as many as seven, shrank down, shook himself off and jumped out of Hocheonan’s body.

Morning like always. Ho Cheon-an relaxed his stiff body overnight with simple exercises and unfolded the cutting board and food package he had folded.

When Seo Yi-ryeong saw that, a strange look appeared on his face.

On the journey so far, Ho Cheon-an did not cook in the morning. The next evening, I ate breakfast and quickly set out on my trip…

Today, as the wind blew, I took out a knife and started chopping vegetables.

“Why are you cooking today?”

“I have a guest.”

…customer?

Seo Yi-ryeong’s mind, which had been completely at ease, tightened. I belatedly looked around with sharp eyes, but there was no sign of being caught.

‘He is an opponent who is not affected by my sense of being at the edge of the flower world.’

“I don’t think there’s a need to be that alert. Well, I think it would be enough to talk while having a meal or a treat.”

“Is that so.”

Seo Yi-ryeong followed Ho Cheon-an’s wishes and withdrew his guard. There are as many as seven spiritual creatures around Hagisa Hocheonan. No matter how unusual an expert is hiding nearby, there is no way he can be his opponent.

“Guys. Bring your guests.”

Snap!

Seogong answered vigorously and ran into the forest. Not to be outdone, Miho rushes forward and Seokwoong moves leisurely. And Mukgeum and other spirit creatures slowly disappear.

Welcoming guests has begun.

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Woooo!!

Dudududu!!

‘Oh my, Lord…’

Namgungbin, the lieutenant of Murim Lord Cho Yong-sang, sighed as he watched Seok-woong run without hesitation in the direction that Jo Yong-sang approached.

Saying that he needed to find out how sensitive the senses of spirit creatures are, he gradually narrowed the distance, and in the end, he passed away.

Namgoongbin was worried as he looked at Geomhu Seo Yi-ryeong, who was calmly stirring a pot with a ladle. Is it better to approach Seo Yi-ryeong like this, or should I follow Jo Yong-sang’s footsteps?

‘In the letter sent by Geomhu, it was written that a person named Ho Cheon-an only collects spiritual creatures and does not use them.’

Cho Yong-sang’s actions were the result of believing that information. Since the person named Ho Cheon-an said that he did not use spirit creatures, he judged that even in the worst case, he would not be attacked by spirit creatures.

However, contrary to what he heard, Ho Cheon-an used a spirit spirit to chase Yong-sang Cho.

‘Did you find out that you were sending a letter to the Murim League? Then, has the Geomhu been sending you false information all this time?’

That doesn’t seem to be the case again.

For someone who had been detained, Seo Yi-ryeong’s behavior since dawn was extremely peaceful.

‘For now, rather than acting alone, should I join the leader?’

When Namgoong Bin made that decision and was about to sneak out.

Squeak!

Suddenly, I heard crying.

Nam Gung-bin hurriedly drew his sword and looked at Seo-gong. Isn’t this the rat spirit that was next to the person named Ho Cheon-an just a moment ago?

‘I can’t believe I even felt it until I got there!’

gulp.

Nam Gung-bin swallowed dry saliva and aimed his sword at Seo-gong. Who among those living in this era does not know the fear of spiritual creatures?

Squeak!

When Namgoongbin was very nervous, Seogong stood up and raised his front paw. Namgungbin could guess Seo-gong’s intentions after seeing the front feet facing toward the camp.

If we follow along obediently, it means there will be no bloodshed.

Of course, Namgoong Bin had no intention of following Seo Gong.

Squeak!

Namgoongbin was distressed as he saw Seo-gong getting angry. I’ve heard so much about the power of spirit creatures, but I’ve never heard of such a small spirit creature. Usually, the power of a spirit being is proportional to its size… wouldn’t it be enough to defeat it if it’s the size of Seogong?

However, I was concerned about the attitude of Seo-gong, who showed a peaceful gesture in his own way when attacking, and the presence of the remaining spirit creatures was also a problem.

‘If you see blood for no reason, it might be a life-or-death decision, so let’s just scare it away first.’

Namgoongbin sharpened his sword and cut down the tree standing next to him.

Cooo!

The tree fell and made a loud noise.

“Did you see it! If you don’t want your sword to be broken in two, get out of there!”

Squeak!

Seo Gong suddenly got angry at Namgoong Bin’s threat.

Anyway, as it gets smaller, it’s hard to look at this guy or that guy in a funny way!

The feeling of wanting to scold him with his tail rose up right away, but Seogong suppressed it.

This was because Hocheonan hoped that spirit creatures like himself would not harm people.

So, instead of attacking Namgoongbin, Seo Gong jumped up and wrapped his tail around the tree next to him.

Whirly!

A serpent that rises high into the air at once using the elasticity of its tail.

Just do it yourself!!!

Seogong’s tail, curled up like a ball, spouted fire.

Namgoongbin was taken aback by the flashy movement and opened his mouth.

It’s still too early to be surprised.

Because the dazzlingly moving tail of the snake began to cut off all the branches attached to the tree. The branches of the rainforest tree fall with the fall of the West Gong!

When Seogong landed on all fours, there was not a single branch left on the tree.

Snap!

Namgoongbin looked at Seo-gong, who had a triumphant expression on his face, swallowed dry saliva, and slowly took a step back. Judging from the movements that Seogong showed, it was calculated that there would be more harm than good in fighting.

Caiang.

however.

In the direction where Namgoongbin turned to run away, Miho suddenly appeared.

“Haha…ha.”

At the same time as cold sweat ran down Namgoongbin’s face, two spirits rushed towards Namgoongbin.

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Squeak!

Seogong returns triumphantly riding on Miho’s head.

“…empty?”

Seo Yi-ryeong was embarrassed to see Nam Goong-bin hanging on Mi-ho with his clothes in his mouth.

The uninvited guest was Namgoong Bin?

Namgoongbin greeted Seo Yi-ryeong with an awkward smile.

“Haha… it’s been a while since I saw you. Geomhoo.”

Seo Yi-ryeong looked in the direction where Seok-woong and the rest of the spirits were heading.

So, does this mean that the person being chased now is the Murim lord Cho Yong-sang?

Seo Yi-ryeong touched her forehead as she felt her head pounding.

“Wasn’t this job entrusted to me?”

“No…that’s…”

Namgoongbin looked at Ho Cheonan’s attention and kept quiet. Seo Yi-ryeong sighed once again at that sight. What crime can Namgoong Bin, who is only a lieutenant of the lower knight, be guilty of? Since it was probably Cho Yong-sang who set this up, it would be something to ask him about.

Seo Yi-ryeong glanced at Ho Cheon-an.

Seo-gong, who stopped cooking for a moment and begged for praise for his contribution, and Ho Cheon-an, who was patting Mi-ho, didn’t look particularly angry, but who in the world would look kindly on a watcher?

“Sorry. Elderly. It looks like my close friends are causing trouble.”

“It’s okay. I just wanted to talk for a moment because I was curious about the intentions of people hanging around.”

Ho Cheon-an must have really not cared, so he could only laugh as he looked at Seo-gong, whose tail was stiffly erected after being praised, and Mi-ho, who was jumping around excitedly.

Without having to wait long, Jo Yong-sang was crowded around by the rest of the spirits and soon showed up.

When Jo Yong-sang, who came out of the bushes, made eye contact with Seo Yi-ryeong, he immediately cleared his throat and averted his gaze.

“It’s been a while. Lee Ryeong.”

“You…ha.”

While Seo Yi-ryeong was glaring at Jo Yong-sang, Ho Cheon-an, who had patted the struggling spirit creatures once, opened his mouth.

“It looks like you have some business to attend to, so would you like to have a meal and talk?”

“…I will be indebted to you without shame.”

Ho Cheon-an and Seo Yi-ryeong. And Cho Yong-sang and Nam Gung-bin sat in front of the crater. Seo Yi-ryeong handed out the utensils to the two people and scooped out the dishes from the pot.

‘Are you going to kill me?’

Namgung-bin and Cho Yong-sang sighed inwardly after seeing Ho Cheon-an and Seo Yi-ryeong scoop up the porridge and bring it to their mouths without saying a word.

The smell of the porridge was fragrant, but Cho Yong-sang and Namgung-bin did not have the slightest appetite.

It’s an extremely uncomfortable situation just to be caught watching from afar, but if you get caught again, you’re in a situation where you even get to eat.

Is there any other dining table more uncomfortable than this?

I have to pretend to eat moderately and then put down the spoon.

With that in mind, the two people scooped up the porridge and brought it to their mouths.

“Um.”

“Huh.”

At the same time, they let out exclamations of exclamation.

The rice grains that are boiled and crumbly have the taste of vegetables coming from various vegetables. The healthy taste moistens the tongue, and the chewy texture of the meat stimulates when you feel bored.

As the soft taste that soothes the intestines from the tongue begins to linger a little, the richness of the sesame oil hits, making it a combination that makes you have to play with your spoon.

Namgoong Bin and Cho Yong-sang’s gaze turned to the bowl placed in the center.

Even if it was seasoned with fragrant sesame oil, it was still dead porridge. The porridge itself was great, but the human mind seeks something stimulating when eating something soft.

This was because I was drawn to the salted meat that looked salty to anyone and the pickled plum that looked spicy and sour to the naked eye.

Namgoongbin put a piece of salted meat on top of the porridge spoon and swallowed it whole.

Namgoongbin nodded.

As I chewed the piece of salted meat mixed in the porridge, the salty taste filled my mouth and satisfied my desire for something stimulating.

At that time, Cho Yong-sang also rolled his tongue and enjoyed the taste of pickled plum. The spiciness and sourness washes away the taste of the porridge that was crunchy and heavy on the tongue.

The two people’s spoons and chopsticks began to move busily.

The combination of salted meat and porridge, porridge and pickled plums made the porridge flow down my throat without stopping.

The bowl became empty in an instant.

“Umm.”

“Keuung.”

The two people’s eyes turned to the pot. This was because there was still some porridge left in the pot. The two people couldn’t bear to ask for anything and only glanced at them.

Then the eyes of the two people turned to Seo Yi-ryeong. Seo Yi-ryeong looked at the two people, sighed, and picked up the ladle.

At the same time, the eyes of the two people holding out the bowl met.

Kuuk.

Cho Yong-sang pressed Namgoongbin’s arm with his elbow.

‘You’re going to fall a little bit. ‘I feel empty after exerting all my energy since morning.’

Namgoong Bin was not pressured helplessly.

‘No, Lord, are you acting so shamefully over something you eat?’

While the two were fighting fiercely, Seo Yi-ryeong’s ladle scooped up porridge.

“Huh?”

“No?”

The place where the ladle was headed was Seo Yi-ryeong’s own bowl.

Seo Yi-ryeong snorted as she looked at the two people looking at her blankly. All I had to do was eat one bowl at a time. How can uninvited guests crave Hocheonan’s food?

Seo Yi-ryeong ignored the two people’s bewildered looks and lifted the porridge to her mouth.