Novel The Previous Life Murim Ranker Chapter 119
The early hours
At a time when most of them were fast asleep, there were people on one side of the Moorim Maeng, wrapped in the hot heat, brandishing knives without opening their eyes.
“Did you boil and eat together?” Why are you so slow? What if breakfast isn’t ready yet?”
Under the command of Yayulhyang, who is more often called Daesuksu than the name Gakju, numerous suks and auxiliary suks were sweating hard.
This place is none other than a palate.
It was the place where all the warriors belonging to the Moorim Maeng were in charge of meals among the six outer houses.
All kinds of nutmeg were popping up everywhere. The order of those who handle fire and sword was no different from that of any other literary school.
Squeak
Then, the door to the kitchen of Sikgak opened. The time for the ingredients to come in was already over, so the suks looked at them with their heads tilted.
The faces of the three men and women who confirmed the appearance of the men and women who were not dressed in the Sikgakwon turned white. It was because of the nightlife, which strictly prohibits outsiders from entering during cooking time.
Sure enough, Yayulhyang, who became an angry face, screamed loudly.
“Some guy just came into the kitchen…”
But for some reason, Yayul-Hyang, who was raising her voice to an uninvited audience, stopped talking. ……Why are they here?’
The mastermind who has made a lot of noise in recent years Yoo Shin-woon, the leader of my party, appeared.
“Huh? The author is definitely…”
“You’re my leader?
Several Sook-soo, who went to the inauguration ceremony, checked Yoo Shin-woon and opened their eyes wide.
“You punks!”
Yayulhyang, who came to his senses, shouted at the beasts.
“Where are you turning your eyes? Don’t worry about the outsiders and get on with what you’re doing!”
“Yes, yes!”
Yayulhyang left the cook’s command to Busuk Suju Maengjo and trudged to Yoo Shin-woon.
“It’s a palate, nightlife scent.”
I’m Yoo Shin-woon, the leader of my party.”
Their eyes crossed in the air. Unlike Yoo Shin-woon, who feels relaxed, Yayulhyang’s eyes seemed full of dissatisfaction and hostility at a glance.
“Did I interrupt you?”
“Well, that’s all right. Just get it over with.”
When Yoo Shin-woon gently brought it up, Yayulhyang replied with an impertinent attitude.
Originally, the position of the head of the party was considered higher than that of the footnote, but only the head of the inner temple was an exception.
Until now, the authority has been reduced and the level has fallen together, so it has been considered similar to the footnote.
Zhuge-gun and Dang Ha-rin frowned at his rude attitude, but Yoo Shin-woon gently raised his hand and dissuaded them.
“I think that depends on how much the footnote cooperates from now on.”
“Sigh, there’s something to dig up in the palate…”
Yayulhyang, who was grumbling again, flinched at the sight of Yoo Shin-woon’s eyes shooting at her.
“What are you looking at?”
Seeing Yoo Shin-woon’s eyes as if he were looking inside himself, Yayulhyang recalled the abyss.
Yayulhyang, who had been boiled down by Yoo Shin-woon’s momentum, spoke.
“What, what do you have to ask?”
“Bring me your diet diary first.”
Yoo Shin-un said without hesitation. Yayulhyang, who was pushed back by the war of nerves, sighed deeply and nodded to the youngest Sook-soo, who was watching the situation blankly. The youngest Sook-soo, who ran in a hurry, immediately handed a bunch of papers to Yoo Shin-woon.
Let’s take a look. The diet log requested by Yoo Shin-woon listed in detail the types of food distributed to all Moorim blind people over the past three months. Soon after, Yoo Shin-woon spoke.’
“Each department has a different set of dishes, and each person gives a different set of dishes, starting with the shaman of Yukdang, Childae, and Odan.”
Yayulhyang was slightly surprised by Yoo Shin-woon’s words. It was because Yoo Shin-woon, who seemed to be looking through, quickly caught the characteristics.
“That’s right. We make and distribute meals that are essential to each warrior. You can’t even imagine a saparyeon that just mixes anything like dog food. The food made by a good cook is medicine.”
Yoo Shin-woon’s lips slightly raised at Yayulhyang’s words.
“……well, there are many kinds of medicines.”
“What?”
“Are there any uninhabited islands among them?”
Yayulhyang was asked back by Yoo Shin-woon’s unknown words, but Yoo Shin-woon moved on to the next question without answering much.
Yayulhyang felt uncomfortable for some reason, but she tried to move on and answered.
“…we don’t hire any of them. If a person who has a grudge against a predator enters each member, he or she can take unsavory actions during cooking.”
When Yayulhyang’s words were over, Yoo Shin-woon looked through all the cilantro in the cookhouse with his eyes reminiscent of the abyss of courtesy.
“So who’s in charge of the last pull of the cilantro?”
“…first of all, the recommended persons and the applicants are combined and then selected by me and the sub-Sook-Soo-Sook-Soo. ”
“I see. Thank you for your cooperation.
Then we’ll go back now.”
“……is this really the end?”
Yayulhyang with a blank expression blinked her eyes and talked, but Yoo Shin-woon turned his back without answering.
Since it ended so blandly than expected, Yayulhyang watched Yoo Shin-woon’s back blankly and soon began to heat up the Sook-soo again.
Yoo Shin-woon’s eyes as he walked toward the door where he entered showed the youngest Sook-soo moving the food tray.
On a small piece of paper on the tray he was holding, it was written “God’s Hall of God, Wei Muyeong.”
After confirming it, Yoo Shin-woon secretly talked to the youngest Sook-soo.
“Hey.”
“What?”
“It’s going to burn.”
“Gasp! Go, thank you.”
When Yoo Shin-woon pointed to a large cauldron emitting a burnt smell with his index finger, he put down the tray held by the youngest Sook-soo and rushed there. After the youngest Sook-soo disappeared.
‘Take the gift, my friend. Yoo Shin-woon, who smiled evilly, lightly stirred his hands in the air on Wi Moo-young’s plate.
All interest in them disappeared, so no one noticed except Dang Ha-rin and Zhuge-gun who were next to them.
When he opened the door of the palate and came out, Zhuge-gun finally spoke carefully to Yoo Shin-woon with a worried look on his face.
“As expected, there seems to be nothing wrong with the hospital.”
However, Yoo’s reaction to what he said was completely different.
“No, I’ve already found everything that stinks.”
Yoo Shin-woon had a smile on his face.
Hwangnyongjeon Hall had a splendid appearance, one of the many temples of Murimeng. It was extravagantly decorated to the point where I thought it was too much, but looking at it, no Moorim blind warriors were so impressed.
Rather, it was always considered insufficient. I had no choice but to. Hwangnyongjeon Hall was the accommodation of Hwangnyongwi, the best combat unit representing Murimeng.
The warriors of the Moorim Maeng used to show awe and respect when they passed in front of Hwangryongjeon Hall. However, a young man was walking in the hallway of Hwangryongjeon Hall. There was not a shred of respect in his eyes for this place.
The identity of the young man with a fly complexion and a bandage wrapped around his stomach was no other than Wi Mu-Yeong.
Damn you! You have nothing to be proud of but being selected by your teacher before me! How dare you come and go!’
Lee Je-ja Lee Se-Cheon, the capital punishment, called him, so he headed here after finishing his last meal at Sinuigak.
When I arrived in front of Lee Se-Cheon’s room, two warriors on Hwang Ryong-wi stood guard over the door. The eyes of Wi Moo-young and Hwang Yong-wi Musa met, but they did not greet Wi Moo-young.
Only the leader and the warrior on the yellow dragon were they bowing.
You’re a bunch of pompous people!’
Anger rose in Wei’s eyes.
“Get out of the way.”
Wi Moo-young spoke briefly, but there was not even a slight movement on Hwangryong. Rather, there was gasoleness in their eyes.
“I’m sure you’re going to break the bet, Lee Se-Cheon, the black-hearted guy made you do it.” Just as Wi Moo-young, who clenched her teeth loudly, was trying to boost her energy.
“Open it for me. I called. I heard Lee Se-Cheon’s low voice from the room. Move. Move. Lee Se-Cheon’s words made him step aside from the door that Hwang Yong-wi was blocking.
“Wait a little longer.” I’ll crush you as soon as I get into the Yellow Dragon.’
With a grudge inside, Wi Moo-young entered the room of Lee Se-Cheon.
“…See you at the death penalty.”
We Moo Young reluctantly said hello.
Lee Se-Cheon, who was sitting in a chair and looking at the documents piled up at his desk, woke up from his seat.
He, who was quite thin to be considered a deaconess, had a sharp impression and an atmosphere of a well-cut sword.
Lee Se-Cheon, who confirmed the bandage that Wi Moo-young was wearing on his stomach, said.
“Yeah. I thought you’d be lying down for a few more days, but I’m glad you’re stronger than I thought.”
“…Thanks to his brother-in-law’s help, I wanted to spit out curses to his face, but Wei Moo-young managed to keep his anger under control.
Their relationship was no ordinary priestly. The three disciples of Damyang-gun did not only use the sandals, but they have kept each other in check and competed like enemies so far.
At that time, Lee Se-Cheon went straight to the point.
“Didn’t you tell your teacher that you would never reapply to my temple?”
“That’s right. There’s nothing to learn from the author of such a mean trick or display without Jung’s pride.”
“That’s too bad. Don’t you think about it again? I’m sure it will be a good experience and study for you.”
“……I will build up my experience and study elsewhere.”
Lee Se-Cheon said sincerely sorry for Wi Moo-young’s words. However, Wi Moo-young looked as if she was asking where the dog barked.
‘…well, I wonder if it’s all right. Even without him, the spy has already infiltrated.’
Lee Se-Cheon, who was looking at Wi Moo-young’s expression, concluded that it would not be effective even if he talked about it anymore.
I’m done.
“Yes, that’s what the priest thinks. I won’t say anything more.”
“…and I heard on my way here that he’s already starting to move.”
“Is that so?”
“It seems that they’re starting with the palate and they’re digging into the entire hexagon. They’re struggling to make even a small ball.”
Wi Moo-young’s eyes, which talked about Yoo Shin-woon, were shining brightly before I knew it.
“Do you mind if I just let the outsider get away with it?”
At Wi Moo-young’s words, Lee Se-Cheon spoke with a worried look on his face.
“Are you going to break the rules again, priest? This time, even the teacher won’t stay still.”
“The death penalty, if there is a way to defeat him without breaking the rules. Would you mind helping me?”
“…what do you mean?”
Lee Chae came to Lee Se-Cheon’s eyes at Wi Moo-young’s words. In fact, Lee Se-Cheon also felt that Yoo Shin-woon was annoying. It was because Damcheon-gun tried to make his fourth disciple continuously.
Then Wi Moo-young spoke in a triumphant voice.
“You must have forgotten for a moment what’s happening in two months because you’re busy.”
“Ah!”
As soon as I heard that it was two months later, I could see Lee Se-Cheon’s expression when he noticed the inside of Wi Moo-young.
It seemed like this idiot really had a good idea for the first time in a long time.
“Hoo-hoo, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a relationship with the priest. Okay, let’s hear more about the priest’s plan.”
“So my plan is…”
At the time when Wi Moo-young proudly poured out his plans at Lee Se-Cheon’s words.
Growl. Growl.
Suddenly a strange sound began to reverberate in the room.
“What is it?”
The moment Lee Se-Cheon tilted his head.
“Oh my god!”
Wi Moo-young’s groan broke out. For some reason, Wei Moo-young, who suddenly turned pale, was crossing his arms and legs like a grilled squid.
“Oh, my! Death penalty! I’m in a hurry, and I’m going to settle this first…! ugh!”
With Lee Se-Cheon, who was dumbfounded, Wi Moo-young ran madly into the back.
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