Possessing a Murim Clan’s Youngest Son Chapter 111

Episode 111. Han Yi-bi, who was born late,

opened her eyes and said.

“Brother Kwak. “Isn’t that really too much to do with people sharing the same room?”

Kwak Wonhoe blew his breath on the blade of the sword and answered.

“What do you mean?”

“Did you have to push me that hard? And that even involves shooting dangerous arrows. “I almost died.”

Kwak Won-hoe took his eyes off the sword, looked up, and said.

“Young brother Zongli won.”

“yes?”

“No matter the result, it won’t change the fact that Zhong Li’s younger brother won.”

“That’s not what you’re talking about, is it?”

Then Kwak Won-hoe suddenly laughed and put the sword he was cleaning into its sheath and said.

“We soldiers… consider being faithful to our duties to be the highest virtue.”

For a moment, Han Ibi was speechless.

“I didn’t mean anything else. As a soldier and a teacher, I had to defeat my brother Zongli. I thought it was a duty not only to our group members, but also to you and to the Salt Society at large. So don’t worry too much about it.”

It’s hard to refute something because it says so many things that are right. Still, it’s a pity to step away like this.

“I thought you were good at using swords and bows, but I didn’t know you were so good at using your tongue. “It would work just as well if you went on to become a civil servant.”

Then Kwak Won-hoe shrugged his shoulders and answered with a smile.

“Thank you for the compliment, but Songchung needs to eat pine needles. The place where I live is a battlefield, and the place where I must die is also a battlefield. Ah, more than that…”

Kwak Won-hoe’s expression changed to a somewhat serious tone.

“…I have something to ask you.”

“What is it?”

“Zhongli, please show me your hands.”

“Hands?”

“okay. right hand.”

Han Ibi, wondering what this was, opened her right palm and said.

“why? “Do you think I hid it out of spite?”

Then Kwak Won-hoe laughed and waved his hand.

“Do not be ridiculous. “I don’t even want to worry about memorization anymore.”

“Actually, this is the same for my younger brother.”

“What I was trying to see was the back of my hand. “Show me the back of your hand.”

The feeling was unusual.

For a moment, dry saliva went down Han Ibi’s throat.

But there is no reason not to show it.

Han Ibi had no choice but to slowly turn her palm over.

Kwak Won-hoe muttered.

“Hmm. There isn’t any. “I think I saw it clearly.”

‘damn. ‘You must have seen the lotus flower pattern on the back of my right hand.’

However, Han Ibi pretended not to care and said,

“What do you mean?”

“Well… what can I say… I was wondering if Zhongli’s younger sister had a tattoo. “I think I saw it earlier when they were fighting during the day.”

Han Ibi said with an awkward smile.

“Ah hahaha. What does a tattoo mean? “I’m not a barbarian… I rolled around in the mud, so you probably saw what I got on.”

Kwak Won-hoe said while tilting his head.

“I see… I think I saw it clearly. “Some kind of flower…”

At that time, the door burst open.

Han Yi-bi and Kwak Won-hoe’s eyes turned towards that direction.

Gilson Rok and Hyeon were in front of the door.

Hye-on grinned a little with a smile on her face, then slapped Han Ibi on the back and said,

I hit it so hard that it felt like my eyeballs were falling out.

“Jong-li, Lord. “I didn’t see it that way, but I think he was a very talented person.”

“Oh no. “What are your skills?”

Gilson Rock intervened.

“Wow, it’s truly amazing. “When did you become so good at non-dojutsu?”

Hyeon intervened again and said.

“No, that’s not what I meant. Vidona’s cancer technique is the wicked Four Heavenly Gates… No, it’s an adventure. “It can be said that the donors were even more outstanding.”

Gilson Rock raised one eyebrow.

“Then what are you praising?”

“Didn’t you see Gil’s prayers too! That hand-to-hand combat. That powerful box fighting technique. “That can be said to be the martial art that we, Shaolin, pursue.”

At that time, Kwak Won-hoe smiled and said.

“Look. monk. “Have you forgotten that there is someone here who got hit by that baktujutsu or something?”

Han Ibi intervened.

“Thanks to you, it was invalidated.”

There was silence for a moment.

It was just as Han Ibi said.

Before the match, Hwangryongdang’s Nam Cheongbong clearly warned against engaging in ‘hand-to-hand combat’.

Accordingly, the one who appeared to have won the match was Han Ibi, but the final decision was made invalid through an internal meeting of the Murim Alliance.

As a result, the championship went to Kwak Won-hoe’s group.

We also caught up with that unlucky Ban Bang-geun.

Hyeon said.

“joy! It’s true that these people, the Murimin, act as picky as a woman! “If you win, you win. Why are you giving this or that reason?”

Kwak Won-hoe said.

“monk. “You haven’t forgotten that there is a ‘winner’ by giving reasons like that, right?”

Gilsonrock said.

“Sure. Brother Kwak. Anyway, I can say that it was a great relationship that we shared a room. So no matter which one of them does well, I will sincerely congratulate them. Yes? Monk Hyeon. “Why is it that in Buddhism there is a saying ‘delay in birth’?”

Hye-on blew her nose again and said, wiping it with her sleeve.

“You have to live longer to know whether it’s fate or bad luck.”

* * *

The invalidity decision for Han Ibi Group had already been made, but the Yeom Society and related bridgeheads still remained in the conference room.

This is because an old man related to the Hoeju officer of the salt society was visiting.

Heo Son-dam had just finished explaining in a calm manner the evaluation of long-distance weapons skills that had taken place during the day.

Jang Jang-ryeon nodded and asked Tang Hyo-bi of Sichuan Tang Gate.

“What did the party leader think?”

Unlike Heo Son-dam, his tone was somewhat polite, perhaps because he was a guest bridge.

Tang Xiaofei said while shaking his head.

“It… wasn’t a magic trick or anything. It was a truly embarrassing situation. “I’m embarrassed to even say it.”

He still seemed to have bad feelings about the loss of the Dangbaekmun.

Officer Jang Ryeon looked back at Hwangryongdang’s Namcheongbong Peak and asked.

“What is the opinion of the southern bridge?”

Nam Cheongbong, who seemed to be deep in thought to his question, opened his mouth in response.

“Rules are rules.”

He asked back as if the officer connection was interesting.

“What if we exclude the rules?”

“So, in my humble opinion… it was great.”

Then Tang Hyo-bi said with an expression that made no sense.

“Are you saying that you are supporting someone who has no such situation? now!”

Nam Cheongbong said.

“I was just… telling you what I felt as a soldier. “I have no selfish intentions, so please don’t misunderstand.”

The officer said.

“What is that feeling?”

“The basic responsibility of a soldier is ‘to win.’ All other matters are secondary. “If this match was not a practice but an actual battle against the Demonic Cult… then it could be said that the technique shown by the boy named Zhong Li-mae was truly an effective strategy optimized for victory.”

“Then why didn’t you say anything when you invalidated it earlier?”

“Rules are rules.”

Then Officer Jang Ryeon laughed loudly and said.

“After all, a soldier is a soldier to the core. ha ha ha.”

Jang Jang-ryeon, who had been laughing for a while, stopped laughing and said to Heo Son-dam.

“You better keep your eyes straight.”

Heo Son-dam answered politely.

“All right.”

“I wonder if that guy is a rare engineer or a rare member of the Gaekcha class.”

Heo Son-dam said with a grin.

“Don’t worry, Lord. “It was because of his request… that I took action from the beginning.”

* * *

Of course, he had unrivaled abilities, but for Sacheondangmun, cancer technology could be said to be a minor skill.

No matter what anyone says, the highlight of Sacheondangmun’s skills lies in handling ‘poison.’

If the black road has the Hongpaemun, the white road has the Sacheondangmun.

These two sects can be said to be fateful rivals who have been at odds with each other for a long time and have developed their own strategies.

No matter what anyone says, ‘poison’ is basically an attribute that is close to evil.

Therefore, the mere fact that Baekdo had an outstanding poison gate like Sacheondangmun and was able to maintain balance with Hongpaemun was a great blessing for Mulim.

This is because they knew that if one side provoked, the cost would be too great.

And before we knew it, the educational process of the Salt Society had extended to the reading and detoxification techniques of the Demonic Cult.

The process I learned before learning poison was ‘detoxification.’

It happened naturally as we planned the schedule in the order of most importance in combating and surviving the Demon Cult.

Gyodu was a very familiar person.

Peng Mo-ha (彭矛夏), a member of the council, came running to the students whenever they got hurt during training.

Han Ibi, as well as the young students, were tired of the continuous educational march.

The theory of detoxification was truly boring.

This is because it mostly consisted of theory.

Pengmoha spent most of her time showing pictures of medicinal plants in books or allowing people to observe the actual plants when she had them.

And memorization… memorization… and memorization….

There may be some aspects that can’t be helped in order to survive, but there was another reason why Han Ibi was bored.

This is because every time Pengmoha showed the actual herb, the system cried without fail.

The herbal encyclopedia’s database was very large, and quite a few herbs were all listed.

This means that there is no need to learn in such a difficult and troublesome way.

So, each and every one of them was on the verge of death.

Han Ibi was dozing off without even realizing it.

In the dream, he was walking in a dark castle. He was about 30 feet tall, had long bones, and had pitch-black shades under his eyes.

Han Ibi thought that this person was the ‘demon master’ she had been looking for even in her dreams.

Han Ibi decided that she had to make a preemptive strike somehow and looked for a weapon, but she couldn’t find the Hanzo sword, so she just fumbled around.

He slowly approached.

But Han Ibi couldn’t even move and was just sweating profusely.

At that moment, a huge ax flew towards Han Ibi’s neck.

“no-!”

Han Ibi jumped up and shouted.

A moment of silence and then an explosion of laughter.

Han Ibi was stunned for a moment, but soon realized.

The fact that I ended up interrupting Rep. Paeng Mo-ha, who was teaching theory for a while.

The students were laughing uproariously, but soon fell silent when they saw Pengmoha’s extremely serious expression.

A scrawny middle-aged lawmaker with a mustache on both sides opened his mouth.

“Zhongli Little Colony. “Can you explain what doesn’t work?”

Han Ibi said while scratching her head in embarrassment.

“There is nothing that cannot be done.”

Pengmoha turned his gaze crookedly and asked again.

“Then will you tell me what can’t be done?”

Then Han Ibi’s face became bright and she spoke.

“sorry.”

Pengmoha said.

“What is there to be sorry about? Well, the content was so easy that I couldn’t have dozed off like that. So, could you please come and explain to the students what the efficacy of this herb is?”

Shit.

It seemed like that dried-up rat guy would feel relieved only if he humiliated me like this and got revenge.

Pengmohe urged.

“What are you doing? Zhongli Small Colony. “Please come out here.”

“…yes.”

Han Ibi couldn’t do anything, so she answered helplessly and trudged towards the church.

Pengmoha asked, holding out a sample of dried herbs in a low bowl.

“Could you tell me the name of this herb and its benefits?”

Tiring!

In Hanibi’s head, along with the voice of the system, the database of the herbal encyclopedia began to run.

Of course, you shouldn’t give the correct answer.

This is by no means a place where you are asked to answer correctly.