Episode 70. I feel like I’ve seen this a lot somewhere,
but damn it.
I was busy and nervous, but did I have the courage to see something like that?
When Han Ibi looked around, all the soldiers were moving quickly.
Of course, the destination is a Cheongseongpa restaurant….
“Hwiyu-.”
He was so relaxed that he let out a long sigh without realizing it.
At that time, Yeonhwa Bok spoke.
“You should eat neither too little nor too much.”
Han Ibi understood what that meant and spoke.
“Ah yes. All right. “Master.”
This is because meals should not have any effect on the health of the body.
Ebi Han said.
“Then we can go to the restaurant now, right?”
Then So Eun-ri rolled her eyes and said.
“What on earth are you thinking about? Meals for the non-mu participants were prepared separately in the tent over there. “So as not to disturb the dance.”
Now that I think about it, there was something like that….
The organizers were truly very considerate.
* * *
‘Hwiyu….’
Anyway, I got a chance to take a breather.
The lunch menu prepared like a lunch box is none other than fried rice.
It seemed like they were considering making it easy to eat while still providing enough calories for bimu.
Of course, since it was a special meal for the participating players, it must have been prepared with great care, but Han Ibi, who was busy thinking about the next match, couldn’t even tell whether it was going into her ears or nose.
Then, I suddenly felt that things I had forgotten were coming back to me.
‘Yes. I guess I couldn’t remember because the order was changed from the original. In Yeomsajimong, there was a short phrase about having a meal before a long competition between candidates… Ah. But why did the story become so twisted… I was so scared that I was in charge of the main match…’
Then something else suddenly occurred to me.
Phew!
The rice balls in Han Ibi’s mouth suddenly flew into the air.
At the same time, So Eun-ri frowned and shouted loudly.
“What are you doing? Okay! “You will be dirty!”
Several lumps of rice, presumed to have been crushed by Han Ibi’s teeth, were scattered on her clothes.
Han Ibi, who was momentarily embarrassed, put her hands together and apologized.
“I’m sorry. Sister So’s residence. “I was so nervous when I ate it that it suddenly got stuck in my throat.”
Well, what should a player who is about to face an important match do?… So
Eun-ri was frowning and throwing away grains of rice, as if she was shaking off a bug.
But at that moment.
Han Ibi could not calm her pounding heart.
I remembered the story of Yeomsajimong’s Cheongseong Long Speech Contest.
In the original work, Bok Yeon-hwa defeats Nam Cheol-hong after a fierce battle.
And a small event prepared by the organizer to coincide with that time.
The moment the winner was decided, a gourd was set up to celebrate the selection.
Inside, a large number of amulets are scattered everywhere like glitter, as if it were an elementary school sports day.
But this is a very important point in the novel.
This is because when the gourd bursts, the poison spreads in all directions.
At the same time, the little suspense that exists in the extremely boring nuclear power plant begins.
That is, being attacked by unknown people in black.
Han Ibi suddenly realized something.
‘Now is not the time for me to eat leisurely!’
He scraped up all the remaining grains of rice and stuffed them into his mouth.
So Eun-ri, who was watching this, was hesitantly moving her seat for fear that Han Ibi would erupt lava again.
Han Ibi jumped up from her seat. Then Bok Yeon-hwa, who was eating quietly, spoke.
“Where are you going?”
Han Ibi said while scratching her head.
“I think it would be a good idea to do some business before going to work.”
He nodded, almost as if he could see the repeating fire. It must mean approval….
Han Ibi quickly left the table and, rolling her eyes, went out to look for a congratulatory gift.
Then I soon found out its location.
‘It’s definitely that one!’
Yes.
The event gourd was installed on a surveillance watchtower near the guest seats.
Although I don’t use it often…
Anyway, isn’t the Cheongseongpa a good Bangpa of the martial arts group?
So everything that was needed was prepared.
The same goes for this internal surveillance watchtower.
He quickly ran over to it. Then he diligently moved his gaze here and there.
Fortunately, the guests seemed to be away for a meal.
Han Ibi climbed the surveillance tower as secretly as possible, conscious of the gaze of those around her.
I could see a thin line sewn between gourds.
Once the winner is decided, it is clear that they will cut this down with a sword.
Han Ibi was spinning her head as much as possible, trying to figure out what to do to prevent this from exploding.
Suddenly, a quiet but powerful voice penetrated Han Ibi’s ears.
“Aren’t you the last non-fighter to compete?”
Wow… who is it… X is done.’
Han Ibi turned her head with a firm gesture.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man wearing black clothes was standing behind him.
Ibi Han said with as polite an expression as possible, wondering if it was a senior member of the organizing committee whom she did not know well.
“That’s right…”
the man said with a grin.
“But what on earth are you doing here?”
I gasped, but that man… he looked vaguely familiar… I had seen him before somewhere…
“Ah yes… haha. “I was checking the congratulatory gourd just in case.”
The man said with an unpleasant laugh.
“haha. “Congratulations, it’s an inspection… There are more than one disciple of the Qingcheng Sect, so how can someone participating in an important mission be doing such a chore?”
Then Han Ibi was completely speechless.
At that time, the middle-aged man in black spoke.
“You were rushing here in such a hurry… Are you looking for something?”
“Oh no. “I’m looking for you…”
Then, Han Ibi suddenly realized where she had seen the man and her expression hardened without realizing it.
Yes.
That man…
is the unidentified man who visited the imprisoned Song Myeong-cheon!
He looks a little older, but he’s definitely the guy!
‘Why is this person here?’
Then the man said.
“Anyway, let’s go do some inspection or whatever. “I don’t have to worry.”
Han Ibi felt nervous, as if her heart would shrivel at any moment.
However, I had a strong feeling that I should not look awkward, so I spoke as casually as possible.
“no. “It looks like the gourd is well prepared, so I guess I’ll just head down.”
‘Shit. There is no way to know this man’s martial arts level, but judging from what he does, he is likely to be a great expert. ‘Whether it’s a competition or something else, I’ll have to at least call Yeonhwa back and come with her.’
Then it was time to turn around and prepare to go down to the bottom of the watchtower.
I heard a man laughing.
“No, I didn’t look at it like that, but you really are careless. “How dare you turn your back on someone you don’t even know is your enemy or not.”
After hearing those words, Han Ibi was startled and immediately turned around again.
At that moment, what came into view was the man’s finger.
He was stabbing Han Ibi’s solar plexus with his right index finger out.
Han Yi-bi, who flinched, quickly activated the Bagua Spear.
However…
the recommended walking direction was not displayed in the Bagua Window.
Does that mean it can’t be stopped?
The moment he had no choice but to shake his upper body and push himself backwards…
In an instant, he noticed the man’s index finger pouring down towards his lower body.
Han Ibi was startled and tried to stick out her arms to defend herself, but the man’s speed was beyond imagination.
“Gagging!”
Han Ibi exhaled loudly without realizing it.
The man’s index finger was stuck precisely in his Danjeon.
Han Ibi suddenly felt tremendous pain and felt as if her entire body’s energy and blood were being twisted all at once.
And her vision became dark….
Just like that, Han Ibi lost consciousness in an instant without even having a chance to resist.
* * *
Han Ibi opened her eyes.
“100 million!”
Han Ibi suddenly raised her upper body while letting out a groan without realizing it.
‘How did this…how did this happen?’
I feel dazed.
First, I checked where I was.
Surprisingly… or perhaps naturally, he had collapsed on the watchtower.
‘How on earth did this happen? Was it just a dream?’
Han Ibi could not understand the current situation at all.
At that time, the park next to him came into his field of vision.
No matter what, I felt like I had to do what I had to do.
He slowly approached the congratulatory gourd. Then he took out a dagger and cut off the string that held the gourd.
I was worried that it might explode, so I was careful… and held my breath as long as I could…
Han Ibi opened the gourd slightly and looked inside.
There
were… just a bunch of amulets.
‘Oh my…’
There was nothing suspicious.
He took a deep breath and checked his condition.
As expected, nothing happened.
‘No, this can’t be happening…’
He tilted his head and tried again to tie the string that tied the gourd. I made it incredibly strong so that it would never come loose…
And then I was about to fall into thought again.
A loud voice was heard from somewhere.
“The third and final dance will be held soon, so please gather in front of the dance stage!”
Yes. Seo Eui-jae’s voice.
Han Ibi quickly ran down the watchtower without thinking twice.
Then he woke up and ran towards Bok Yeon-hwa and So Eun-ri in a huff.
“Hehe hehe.”
Han Ibi, who ran so hastily, took out her tongue and gasped.
So Eun-ri said with a venomous look on her face.
“what? “Why are you so late?”
Han Ibi then suddenly had an idea and said as she placed her hand towards her lower abdomen.
“Ugh! “I must have been so nervous that I had an upset stomach because I couldn’t stop.”
So Eun-ri tilted her head and said.
“What do you mean it won’t break?”
Then Han Ibi put her hand on her lower abdomen and rubbed it gently and said.
“Are you saying you really don’t know what it is? “You have to hear the explanation from my own mouth… 100 million!”
Han Ibi ended up screaming without realizing it.
This was because he felt tremendous pain the moment his hand passed through the lower part.
‘How did this…how did this happen?’
At that time, Bok Yeon-hwa shouted.
“What are you talking about? “Are you not ready yet?”
Han Ibi answered in surprise.
“no. no. Now it’s ready. It was very clean. Totally. Ahaha.”
At that time, Seo Eui-jae’s voice rang out.
“Participating students, please come up to the off-stage as soon as preparations are complete.”
Yeonhwa Bok said.
“Get ready quickly and go up!”
Then, Han Yi-bi nodded once and stroked the cold bird sword that she had kept.
I felt a sense of closeness, not sure if we had already become attached or not.
However, it is a long-standing tradition for the Cheongseong faction to entrust their military flags to the organizers during such events.
Or, to be more precise, those attending the martial arts competition, regardless of whether they are guests or hosts, entrust all their weapons in advance.
Except for the non-Muslims!
That is a privilege that is not the privilege of non-military warriors….
He held out the Hanzo sword to the young disciple of the Qingcheng faction who came to receive the weapon.
‘Anyway, today is a battle between wooden swords… There will be no need to use this sword in a bloody way.’
He took the wooden sword held out by So Eun-ri and slowly walked up to the non-stage.
Seongchundon was already on top of it.
He was very relaxed, yet had a cruel smile on his face. It was like the expression of a hungry beast looking at its prey…. Without realizing it,
Han Ibi started to get a creepy feeling again and start to feel nervous.
Of course, it was the ‘Zhongli Myeongjeongsimbeop’ that I was most confident in.
Although they say they use the Qingseong school’s swordsmanship, they still have no choice but to be indebted to the Zhongli family in terms of the internal power that cannot be learned in an instant.
It was then.
‘Ugh!’
Han Ibi screamed out loud inwardly without even realizing it.
(Continued in the next part)
