Possessing a Murim Clan’s Youngest Son Chapter 144

Episode 144. Gu Banwan (狗飯椀)

“Oh, I see.”

“The election of the next Murim Lord will be held in three months. Around this time, the Murim Alliance holds a preliminary general meeting.”

“It looks like there is a lot to prepare.”

“okay.”

“But what I have to do is….”

“Go to the general meeting as a representative of the Blue Star faction.”

Han Ibi was surprised and asked back.

“yes?”

“Are you deaf? “I mean, go to the preliminary general meeting.”

“Oh, of course I understand. But why didn’t Jang Mun-in go in person…”

But Bok Yeon-hwa continued talking without even pretending to listen.

“This preliminary general meeting will be held in Wudang Mountain.”

“yes? “Mt. Wudang?”

“okay. Get ready right away. “I have to leave for Wudang Mountain in two days at the latest.”

* * *

That evening.

After receiving Bok Yeon-hwa’s permission, Lee Shin-song held a welcome dinner for Han I-bi.

It was true that Seong Chun-don’s group and others still disapproved of Han Yi-bi… but

compared to the beginning when she entered as an uninvited guest, it was a world away.

The elders and disciples of Cheongseong, everyone, were busy praising Han Ibi.

“It is truly the pride of our Cheongseong faction. “I knew from the beginning that Zhonglimae was unusual.”

“Zongli Sisuk is a role model for our young disciples. “Please give me some advice when time permits.”

Etc..

So Eun-ri did not attend.

She said that after painfully realizing her limitations in the Murim Alliance, she is focusing only on training.

But instead, Yeo Nan-ju, who didn’t really want to meet him, came next to her and started acting friendly.

“well. At that time, it was said that Jong-ri Sa-suk was in danger in a secret room… Oh, indeed! This is confidential information for the Murim Alliance, so I can’t tell you anything. Hohohoho. Sorry.”

Well, at best, she was mostly worried about Jong Ri-hyuk, who did not return…

In any case, Han Ibi was at a point where she did not know what to do with the unnecessary hospitality.

The disciples of Cheongseong were truly relaxed for the first time in a long time and were enjoying this long-awaited event.

Han Ibi saw an opportunity and asked Elder Ha Bong-rye, who was serving as general secretary on behalf of the deceased Seo Ui-jae.

“Has there been any investigation into the identity of the evil enemy who attacked our castle?”

Ha Bong-rye said with a serious expression.

“We originally investigated to see if they were the Mosan faction, but… we haven’t secured enough evidence yet.”

“okay.”

Then Han Ibi said

, ‘Are you saying that’s the only progress we’ve made?’

As I spoke, I felt like I wanted to grab him by the collar and shake him.

Ugh. Well then.

There is no way that they could have grasped such advanced information at the current level of the Qingcheng Sect.

‘I’ll have to look into it after I go to the shaman faction. If a place called Cheonseonggung is behind it, it would also be related to the extinction of the Zhongli family…’ * *

*

Once again, Han Yi Fei was welcomed by the Qingcheng faction members and set off for Wudang Mountain.

Envy dripped from the eyes of the young disciples.

After getting far enough away from them, Han Ibi muttered.

“Oh my… China is really so big that it’s a problem.”

Dissatisfaction naturally came out of Han Ibi’s mouth as she set off on her journey again after two days.

The good news among the misfortunes is that Wudang Mountain is located in Hubei Province, which is adjacent to Sichuan Province.

Han Ibi rode diligently on the road, riding the course horse that Lee Shin Song had hastily prepared for her.

Bok Yeon-hwa’s instructions were being replayed in his mind.

[The preliminary general meeting of the Murim Alliance is a competition venue for candidates for the next Murim Alliance. It is also a battleground for new factions trying to enter the old group.]

[So what am I going to do?]

[Are you asking because you don’t know that?]

[…Yes.]

[When selecting a new Murim lord, the structure of the old group is also is also being reorganized. You will have to raise the status of our Qingseong faction in preparation for that time.]

Huh. So, the idea is to make full use of the position of the Little Five Dragons to do preliminary work to restore the Blue Star Sect to the Old Sect Ilbang… It’s

really convenient.

I told you about the ‘what’, but why did you leave out the ‘how’?… After

contemplating for a while on the rattling horse, Hanibi eventually shook her head and muttered.

“Oh, I don’t know. “What will happen if I go?”

Then he suddenly thought with a serious expression on his face.

‘Have I finally been able to meet a writer named Tak Buyong, a shamanist scholar? How should I behave when I meet him?…’ As she

thought about it, Song Myeong-cheon suddenly came to mind and Han Yi-bi became bitter.

When I remembered the evil deeds of the man I saw in the epic quest, I burst into tears and became angry.

‘When I move alone, only gloomy thoughts come to mind. damn. It’s comfortable, but at the same time it’s a bit lonely.’

A distance that takes about ten days by horseback.

Han Ibi was steadily running towards her destination, staying at guesthouses in between.

It is the sixth day since leaving Mt. Cheongseong.

It was a morning not much different from any other day.

At that time, Han Ibi was staying at a fairly large place in the neighborhood called Geumneung Gaekjan (金綾客盞), and was about to leave after having breakfast and lunch.

Han Ibi, who was eating somen, heard some noise in her ears.

It was in the direction of the guesthouse entrance.

Han Ibi was curious and looked in that direction.

“Hey guy, is this new? “You don’t seem to know anything.”

A middle-aged beggar with a very short physique and a goatee was screaming at the young Jeomsoi.

Ichae bloomed in Han Ibi’s eyes.

This was because four knots were found on his waist.

But despite this loud noise, young Jeomsoi was not intimidated.

“The new arrival is the new arrival. Where are you going to come in with such a dirty look?”

A middle-aged beggar shouted.

“Where do I go in? I’m just asking for some leftover food and a drink. men and horses. Go and call the owner. “What are you and I going to talk about?”

It was then.

A middle-aged man with a bloated body and bald head came running towards me.

“Pilmo! “What kind of manner of speaking is that to a customer!”

It looks like he is the owner of the guesthouse.

“Oh my gosh. sorry. “Because he was a new kid yesterday…”

The middle-aged beggar then coughed once and said, ‘Ahem.’

“No, it looks like business is going very well. Seeing that there is not enough time to educate the new kids…”

At that moment, the middle-aged beggar’s eyes sparkled.

This is because the owner was holding a premium bamboo leaf sake in his hand.

The owner said.

“If you stop by, I’ve prepared something to give it to you.”

Then the middle-aged beggar laughed and said.

“As expected, Master Jang Gong (張拱) is different, but what is different?”

The owner held out a wrapping cloth.

The middle-aged beggar cleared his throat again and spoke.

“No, all this… hmm hmm. “Just leftover food is enough…”

the owner said with a smile.

“Please accept this as a sincerity from our guests at Geumneung.”

Then the middle-aged beggar accepted the cloth with a reluctant expression.

“Is there anything difficult these days?”

The owner, who heard those words, said with a pained expression.

“Rather than difficult… it’s a bit difficult… No, it’s not. That’s it.”

Then the middle-aged beggar said with a puzzled expression.

“That’s right. What are you afraid of? Please say it calmly. “This Gyepalmuk will solve the problem.”

Then the owner said.

“Recently, the Women’s Group keeps coming to visit me.”

“what? “Womindan?”

“That’s right. “They took the payment a few days ago.”

“no! “If something like that happened, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

The owner took a deep breath.

“For merchants like us, our lives are fleeting, so we dare to antagonize the martial arts people…”

Then a middle-aged beggar named Gyepalmuk screamed loudly.

“Okay. “I will go to Bunta to report and resolve the matter soon.”

Then the owner’s expression became brighter.

“Are you sure… are you okay?”

“No, of course not! “What kind of person is this Gyepalmuk that would lie?”

The owner’s expression became even brighter.

He bowed down to his waist again and again to say hello.

“Oh, thank you. Oh my, thank you. “Daehyeop.”

A middle-aged beggar said.

“Don’t worry too much. Teacher Jang Gong. See you then.”

“yes. yes. Gye Daehyup. Please take a look.”

Just like that, a man named Gyepalmuk came out of the guesthouse.

At that time, Han Ibi, who had just finished eating, hurriedly paid for her meal and followed him out.

Han Ibi chased after him, maintaining a distance of about five feet from the man named Gyepalmuk.

Gyepalmuk must have been in a good mood, and his steps were filled with excitement.

It seems that he was happy to get the alcohol and food as a prize.

Then, Gyepalmuk suddenly entered the alley and disappeared from sight.

Han Ibi, who was watching this, twitched one of her eyebrows.

Meanwhile, Gyepalmuk turned around to the back of the alley, pressed his back against the wall, and held his breath.

Gyepalmuk is also a worn-out military officer belonging to an open society.

As a disciple of Sagyeol, he was in a position where he could also serve as Buntaju if the circumstances arose.

He had an extraordinary sense of insight.

No, even if it wasn’t necessarily the case, the handsome Confucius, who ordered somen from the guesthouse in the morning, was bound to attract people’s attention.

At first, I thought they came together by chance.

However, as time passed and I noticed that he was still in the rear, I realized that it was no coincidence.

If anything has increased while begging for food in the open, it is noticeable.

He knew that neat-looking warriors like him had to be very careful.

Among seemingly sane people, there were bound to be evil enemies from the Safa and Demonic Cults mixed in…

Gyepalmuk had been analyzing Han Ibi’s walking speed and steps for a long time.

To overtake the baseline, you have to shake the board.

You need to surprise them at the right time and punish them from the beginning.

He put the drinks and food down on the floor and started counting in his mind.

‘Three two one… it’s now!’

Gyepalmuk stepped on the Chwipalseonbo and ran out of the alley swinging his wooden baton.

“How dare you follow the old man of this world… huh?”

I definitely can’t see the guy who should be here by now.

Gyepalmuk stood still for a moment and then relaxed his posture.

It was then.

“and! “Does this sound like a really good drink?”

Gyepalmuk was startled and turned his head.

Han Ibi had suddenly appeared there, crouching down and stretching out her hand toward the bamboo leaf cheongju.

“no!”

Gyepalmuk hit the wooden baton towards Han Ibi’s arm.

Whiing-.

A wooden baton that splits the air.

‘He’s an expert.’

Gyepalmuk suddenly adjusted his posture and stabbed Han Ibi with the wooden baton.

But…

“Wow! “There’s also food.”

Again, by a narrow margin, the wooden stick struck an empty spot.

“profit!”

Then Gyepalmuk became angry and swung his club wildly.

However, Han Ibi did not even relax her squatting posture and let her wooden roof flow into space.

Before he knew it, Gyepalmuk could feel the cold sweat flowing down his back.

He spoke in a serious voice.

“Who the hell are you? “What are you doing here?”

“Are you going to eat this now? It smells really good, right? “Even after eating like this, my mouth is watering.”

“what?”

“Hmm… When I smelled it, it seemed to be like fresh green meat. “Isn’t it better to share good things?”

Then Gyepalmuk ended up giving up too.

“Holy shit! You crazy guy. “Can’t you turn it off right now?”

At that moment, Han Ibi put her hand into her arms.

Then, Gyepalmuk, who was as nervous as a taut rubber band, was startled and took a step back.

At that moment, what was in Han Ibi’s hand was a bowl.

“Can you share some with me too?”

It was the bowl that Sapyeongcheon handed over.

It was then.

Gyepalmuk’s expression, which had been perplexed as if he was looking at a mad dog, changed.

he muttered.

“Gubanwan (狗飯椀)…!”

Han Ibi slowly got up and pushed the bowl towards Gyepalmuk.

“how is it? Now do you feel like sharing some? A bowl of good information.”

(Continued in the next part)