Episode 63. In Jeolpangok,
Han Ibi brewed Lee Hamjong Sugeun more than ten times over a period of almost half a day.
Because Lee Hamjongsu has strong nervous system toxicity, failure to do so may pose a risk to the patient.
He took a bowl of water from Lee Hamjongsugeun, which had been boiled and diluted several times, and walked around.
The final destination is Soeun-ri.
Her condition looked even more serious as her hair stuck to her forehead, as if she had shed more than a ton of cold sweat.
Han Ibi said, looking back at Bok Yeon Hwa who followed her.
“Elder, would you like to do it?”
She glanced at the bowl in Han Ibi’s hand and said.
“You do it yourself.”
“All right.”
Han I-bi asked for So Eun-ri’s understanding as she was distraught.
“So Sojeo. “I’ll excuse myself for a moment, so please forgive me.”
He put the bowl down on the table and raised his upper body by supporting So Eun-ri’s shoulders and back.
Her limp body came up into Han Ibi’s arms.
Supporting So Eun-ri’s back with one arm, Han Ibi lifted the bowl and brought it to her lips.
Her delicate lips were cracked and torn apart.
She felt thirsty and took a sip, then slowly began to drink it.
Ebi Han said.
“So Sojeo. Although it may be difficult, it is best to drink it all to see the medicinal effects. “Be a little stronger.”
Did you hear him?
So Eun-ri slowly but continuously drank the root decoction of Lee Ham Jong-su.
Han Ibi said with a smile.
“Now that’s enough. thank you for your effort.”
Then he grabbed her again and laid her on the bed.
“Hwiyu.”
Han Ibi breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Yeonhwa Bok said.
“When does the drug take effect?”
Han Ibi looked back at her and said.
“The effectiveness of Lee Hamjong Water is very good… but it will take at least another week or two to see improvement.”
Bok Yeon-hwa counted on her fingers and then nodded.
It seemed like they were trying to match the schedule of the Cheongseong Long Speech Contest.
And the two people stared at So Eun-ri, who was fast asleep.
Hearing the sound of steady breathing made me feel more at ease.
Han Ibi smiled and said.
“Then I will go back now.”
“I was sorry.”
Yes?
Han Ibi couldn’t believe her ears.
“yes?”
“I’m sorry about what happened last time… I was on edge.”
Han Ibi said while waving her hands.
“Oh no. Elder. “Well, for that matter… I’m just sorry.”
Yeonhwa Bok said.
“Starting tomorrow… you can come help me again.”
‘What… I’m not even a disciple of the Blue Star Sect, but I’m volunteering… and you’re talking as if I’m using human resources.’
But is there any need to make unnecessary comments here?
“thank you. Elder. “Starting tomorrow, I will take care of you again, Elder.”
Bok Yeon-hwa quietly nodded.
Han Ibi, who was watching her, suddenly opened her mouth.
“But… Elder. “You look very tired.”
Bok Yeon-hwa nodded lightly.
“I’ve been very busy these days…”
Han Ibi said with a smile.
“Elder. This kind of fatigue is obviously due to mental fatigue rather than physical fatigue. At times like that, I wonder if it would be a good idea to go out for a while and get some fresh air…”
“Get some fresh air? “Where do you go to get some air?”
Han Ibi said, ‘Clap!’ and clapped her hands.
“I knew that would be the case, so I kept an eye on it. “Isn’t that because you feel uncomfortable meeting other disciples?”
In fact, they were probably part of the Hong Jangmun line…
Bok Yeon-hwa didn’t say anything.
However, Han Ibi took it as an affirmation and continued speaking.
“It’s a place that other people don’t know much about. It’s on the outskirts of Cheongseongsan Mountain, but even local residents don’t seem to know much about it. But the scenery is truly amazing. “There is no separate Mureungdowon (武陵桃源).”
Bok Yeon-hwa still had an expressionless expression, but she seemed to be a little moved by the conversation.
It’s time to hit a little harder.
“You won’t regret it. “It will take some time for So Sojeo to recover anyway, so it would be a good idea to rest while you can.”
Finally, Bok Yeon-hwa nodded.
“good. “But if you make me fool around by making false statements, I will give you a bad taste.”
Uh-huh… This old lady… has a bad temper…
“Elder! Don’t worry. You will really like it. “I can guarantee that.”
* * *
“Are we still far away?”
Bok Yeon-hwa had an irritated tone of voice.
Han Ibi answered with a smile.
“no. We’re almost there now. ah!”
He pointed to a small gap between the cliffs with his finger and said:
“This is right here.”
Bok Yeon-hwa said with a puzzled expression.
“What? This looks like an animal’s den…”
Han Ibi said,
“No. No. “I already checked everything… Please come along and come in.”
While doing so, he first bent down and pushed his body into the crevice of the cliff.
He disappeared from Bok Yeon-hwa’s sight.
Then, Bok Yeon-hwa, who hesitated for a moment, leaned towards the gap where Han Ibi entered and began to follow.
Yeonhwa Bok said to Han Ibi, who was about a page ahead.
“It seems like it’s getting narrower… Is this the right path?”
“That’s right. Elder. “Hang on to your worries.”
Even though Bok Yeon-hwa was suspicious, she continued to walk inside, following Han Ibi.
No, to be exact, it was no different from crawling.
It was then.
A bright light suddenly pierced Bok Yeon-hwa’s eyes…
At the same time, the cool sound of a waterfall tickled her ears.
Han Ibi, who escaped first, was greeted with a proud expression.
Han Ibi was right.
Bok Yeon-hwa’s mouth fell open at the wonderful scenery in front of her.
She said.
“Unbelievable. “You mean there was a place like this on Mount Cheongseong?…”
Han Ibi said with a smile.
“I am concerned that it may be interfering with the hermitage.”
It was then.
“ah!”
found.
Yeonhwa Bok discovered an old poem carved into a cliff.
Then I started reading it.
花開不同賞 (Hwagaebudongsang)
Even when the flowers bloom, we cannot enjoy them together.
花落不同ゲ (Hwarakbudongbi)
Even when the flowers fall, we cannot grieve together.
欲問相思處 (Yokmunsangsacheo) I
ask you a question. Where are you now?
(花開花落時)
At this time when the flowers are blooming and the flowers are fading,
I decide to pluck the grass
and weave it with one heart and
send it to you
(Jang Yujieum).
春愁正斷絶 (Spring Sujeong Break)
My heart is aching with the sadness of spring days.春bird 復哀吟 (
Spring Bird Comes Again and Blooms
) Bok Yeon
-hwa, who read the poem engraved on the cliff, said with a somewhat dazed expression.
“Indeed… it is truly a heartbreaking and heartrending poem.”
Then he looked at the bottom of the cliff and looked surprised.
There were a lot of flowers planted underneath it.
A feast of red and white flowers…
It was the ‘Pomegranate’ and ‘Houttuynia cordata’ that were planted in Gu Jeong-deok’s house.
These were all items brought from Gu Jeong-deok’s house at Han I-bi’s request.
She had been standing blankly, but before she knew it, she was slowly squatting down and examining the pomegranate flower.
Ebi Han said.
“Aren’t the pomegranate flowers pretty?”
Bok Yeon-hwa was looking at the petals without answering.
Then this time, I was looking at Houttuynia cordata that had bloomed pure white.
Ebi Han said.
“It’s a flower called Houttuynia cordata. “It is famous for growing well anywhere.”
At that time, Yeonhwa Bok stood up from her seat.
Then, slowly… very slowly, I began to walk towards the cliff with the poem engraved on it.
She suddenly touched the letters engraved on the cliff with her hand.
As if it were a very precious treasure.
At that time, Han Ibi said.
“Something that is so precious is so precious that we are afraid to even touch it. Like a beautiful flower blooming on a cliff… Like a brilliant bubble that bursts when touched…”
Bok Yeon-hwa said nothing.
I was just staring blankly at the poem carved into the cliff.
Han Ibi continued speaking.
“The most important thing about an event is the staging. “It’s the blood and sweat of the person who prepared it… that’s it.”
Knock knock knock.
It’s a small sound.
A difference so great that it cannot be compared to the sound of a waterfall.
But Han Ibi could hear.
The sound of her tears rolling down Bok Yeon-hwa’s cheeks and falling to the floor… I
guess it could be said to be a thrill of emotion…
Bok Yeon-hwa’s face was flushed as if she had forgotten her age, and her expression was as if she had been a child. It seemed like she had become a girl.
A storm of emotions.
A place where joy, sadness, laughter, crying, affection and resentment intermingle and intersect.
It was in Bok Yeon-hwa’s heart.
Bok Yeon-hwa stood still for a while, as if she had lost all sense of time.
But then he spoke with a somewhat stern expression, as if he remembered something.
“But…”
“Yes. “Elder.”
“…who are you.”
“My name is Jongrimae. As you know, he is the bastard of martial arts known as Jongni Muroe. And I would like to add…”
Han Ibi looked into her eyes with a faint smile on her face.
Entanglement of gaze.
A moment of silence. That moment of impatience.
And finally, Han Ibi’s lips opened.
“I am also the only disciple of the respected elder Song Myeong-cheon.”
“ah!”
The recurrence was already expected, but it could not lessen the shock.
She was startled and sighed softly without realizing it.
Ebi Han said.
“Privacy is really important. In that sense, I would like to apologize greatly… But it all came about while I was looking for an old book that the elder told me to find.”
Bok Yeon-hwa still said nothing.
“I apologize again, but after reading the diary that the elder wrote, I realized that something like this exists. I worked hard to find this place for a long time. And then finally… I found it.”
Han Ibi smiled triumphantly and continued speaking.
“But it’s strange… If no one passes by, how can such beautiful flowers bloom naturally at the bottom of a cliff?… One flower is a beauty beyond all time, and the other has a mean smell, but the two are in perfect harmony, so the beauty is there. “This thread vibrates greatly!”
Bok Yeon-hwa’s eyes turned red again…
She turned around and lifted her face to the sky, probably because she didn’t want to be seen crying.
As if trying to contain the pouring tears…
she said after a while.
“He… he… what happened… he… he must have run away…”
Then Han Ibi sighed heavily and slowly shook her head and said.
“Master… Ah….”
He could feel her hands tightening around his sleeves.
As if preparing his heart…
“He passed away.”
“Ah…”
She fell to her knees on the floor with a single word.
The power has been lost.
At that time, Han Ibi slowly approached her and spoke.
“When my master passed away, he left me this keepsake…”
It was shining brightly, reflecting the bright sunlight…
It was a piece of Bok Yeon-hwa’s jade tablet.
Han Yi-bi quietly held it out to Bok Yeon-hwa.
Bok Yeon-hwa took it with trembling hands and stared at it for a while.
Some confusion.
A moment of pleasure.
The puzzlement that came to me at that time.
Long silence…
“Ah!”
Low elasticity.
And at the end, anger was evident all over her face.
The level of anger was so small that even the jade tablet he was holding in his hand was trembling.
It was the moment when Bok Yeon-hwa, who was at the center of the incident, finally realized the whole story.
But the energy of anger did not last long.
Before long, she began to cry as she pulled the jade tablet to her chest.
Only the overwhelming longing was piling up on Bok Yeon-hwa’s sobbing shoulders.
(Continued in the next part)
