Possessing a Murim Clan’s Youngest Son Chapter 69

Episode 69. The main event

is imminent.

Her student So Eun-ri couldn’t help but swallow her saliva and watch.

So Eun-ri glances at Han E-bi with anxiety.

But…

“What are you doing now…”

Han Ibi put her index finger to her lips and signaled for her to be quiet.

That’s right….

Because Han Ibi was now imitating Bok Yeon-hwa’s movements while holding the ‘imaginary sword’ in her hand.

The figure could have been noticeable, but everyone’s attention was focused on the fisherman in front of them, so no one paid attention.

So Eun-ri said.

“Are you… are you currently practicing?”

Han Ibi answered without losing focus on the dance in front of her.

“That’s right… I’ll tell you later.”

Yes.

Han Ibi was very busy right now.

In his field of vision, ‘Ingi-an’, a sub-skill of Nganjutsu, was activated.

Han Ibi was doing her best to keep Bok Yeon Hwa’s movements in her green field of vision so as not to miss them.

If necessary, you can follow the movements yourself…

So, isn’t this… an amazingly great way to study martial arts!

But anyway, the battle between the two was becoming more and more intense.

Nam Cheol-hong’s typhoon-like swordsmanship seemed poised to shatter Bok Yeon-hwa’s defense at any moment.

However, Bok Yeon-hwa still simply displayed only the basic Cheongseong faction swordsmanship.

There was no technique… no change or anything.

All I could do was quickly block the approaching wooden sword with a monotonous sword technique – in a manner that others felt was hurried.

Anyone can see that this looks like a small boat floating alone in a typhoon…

I could also hear the sound of disciples of Nam Cheol-hong’s group clapping somewhere.

“Oh my. Master… why did you have to fool us so much… you had such outstanding martial arts skills…” “

Ah! What an idiot. “Look at your level of thinking.”

“yes? why. execution! “What do you mean?”

“You keep an outstanding martial arts skill like me hidden away… wouldn’t it be more dramatic to say ‘ta-da’ and let it out on an important day like today?”

“Well… of course it is.”

“I… I am this kind of person. That’s why I have to become the leader of the Qingcheng faction! Then, will it be stylish or not?”

“I’m sure it will look cool.”

“That’s right, Sasha. Don’t you even know that much? That’s why you can’t do it. You…”

Bah!

Then a loud sound rang out again.

Surprisingly, the sound was heard right on the off-stage.

The identity of that sound is the sound of a wooden sword hitting flesh.

So, it was the sound of Bok Yeon-hwa’s wooden sword hitting Nam Cheol-hong’s foot.

“town!”

A loud sound was about to come out of Nam Cheol-hong’s mouth, but then it closed.

I screamed because I was in pain, but I censored myself by urgently closing my lips.

The top of my foot… how much it hurts.

Even if you don’t get hit by an ax you trust, it hurts to death even if you just step on it.

But… it wasn’t just like being stepped on, it was like being hit with a sharp wooden stick…

That pain was difficult for ordinary people to imagine.

Nam Cheol-hong jumps up on one foot without realizing it.

The sight was quite comical… but of course, no one could laugh in this situation.

At that time, there was one more person jumping out of the crowd… It was Han Ibi.

“okay! okay! This is it! this! Master, Master! Ah… thank you so much.”

Then So Eun-ri looked back at Han Ibi with a strange expression.

However, Han Ibi was muttering something to herself like a crazy person, as if she were a Greek philosopher who had just come out of a warm bathhouse.

So Eun-ri hesitated for a moment as to whether she should give him another slap on the cheek, but soon put down her arm.

The atmosphere in the guest room was also very chaotic.

It’s not that it’s not… It’s a long-writing selection contest for a prestigious school… The result of the dance was nothing like a child’s prank.

Of course, Nam Cheol-hong’s wonderful movements and brilliant swordsmanship were no longer reprehensible.

But why was the result… so absurd…

At that time, ‘Chae Geuk-ik’, who was appearing as a witness, could not bear it any longer and spoke to ‘Hong Gu-geum’ next to him.

“Did you know?”

Hong Gu-geum quietly shook his head. A troubled look was evident on his face.

Chae Geuk-ik said.

“If you had known, you wouldn’t have listened to my advice to accept that woman’s offer…”

At that time, the sound of Hong Gu-geum was heard in Chae Geuk-ik’s ears.

– Elder Chae. If you don’t mind, I’ll use whole-eum-ipmil.

– ah! sorry. Hong long sentence. I was so shocked that I stopped knowing… By the way, did you say that that woman was the wife of Jang Mun-in, Tak Bu-yong, a shaman?

– Well, that’s right. But they recently separated. Aren’t there already rumors going around in Gangho?

– That’s right. But… that woman named Elder Bok… didn’t she perhaps learn the martial arts of the Shaman sect?

Hong Gu-geum shook his head lightly, as if he could see it or not.

– What Elder Bok used was a combination of the basic martial arts of the Qingcheng Sect.

Chae Geuk-ik looked surprised and sent another message.

– This is truly amazing… But… Ah!

Chae Geuk-ik pointed to Nam Cheol-hong, who was fussing on the off-stage, and gave off an electric sound.

– Hong Jang-mun. That guy still doesn’t understand the situation. Uh huh… I guess I’m thinking of trying again.

After hearing those words, Hong Gu-geum quickly stood up and spoke to Seo Ui-jae.

“Now that’s done, stop dancing.”

Then the expressions of the disciples and other military leaders turned into puzzlement.

‘Why don’t you just finish the dance with this much? ‘It’s not a kid’s joke, it’s a long essay contest!’

Everyone must have been of one mind and one mind….

Even Seo Ui-jae had a calm expression on his face.

Cheongseongsan Mountain, which was noisy, was suddenly engulfed in silence. The sound of insects could be heard…

Hong Gu-geum, who felt that the atmosphere was unusual, thought he should add something and said.

“Protecting my students is the top priority. So, Elder Seo, please finish the meeting quickly.”

Then the soldiers murmured.

“what? “Protection?”

“Who protects whom?”

“That’s right… Elder Bok’s sword has been lucky a few times, but if you use it properly, I don’t think it can even be compared to Elder Nam’s.”

“So… you are going to protect Elder Bok from Elder Nam?”

At that time, Seo Ui-jae, who quickly ran to Hong Gu-geum and received instructions, was seen coming up to the off-stage again.

He cleared his voice for a moment and then spoke.

“iced coffee. Uhm hum. I will tell you the results of the second dance. The winner of the battle between elders is… Elder Bok Yeon-hwa!”

Originally, it would have been normal to be surrounded by cheers and applause… but

the dumbfounded soldiers could not easily react.

In fact, one of the guests even shouted this loudly.

“No, I don’t think the match is over yet… How can it end like this? “Shouldn’t we give Elder Nam a chance as well?”

Seo Eui-jae said calmly.

“Whether it was a mistake or not, Elder Bok Yeon-hwa’s wooden sword has already touched Elder Nam Cheol-hong’s body three times. Of course, it was a disaster because it was a wooden sword. If it had been a real sword, the result would have been without question. “For the sake of fairness, this has been discussed between Elder Jang Moon and Elder Chae, so we ask for the understanding of our guests.”

Then, as if the dissatisfaction had not yet subsided, a series of muttering sounds were heard.

So Eun-ri seemed to be equally surprised by the ambiguous results.

It was then.

One person who maintains composure at this moment.

The person returned to his seat.

It was Elder Bok Yeon-hwa.

And another person who maintains his composure.

Immediately, Han Ibi held out a cool tea cup to Elder Bok Yeon-hwa.

“Master. Thank you for your hard work.”

Yeonhwa Bok said.

“Now it’s your turn.”

“yes. you’re right.”

At that time, So Eun-ri spoke with a puzzled expression.

“Master. Why did they make a decision that was unfavorable to them?…”

At that time, Han Ibi intervened with a grin.

“What kind of regret do you have for making an unfavorable decision?”

So Eun-ri’s eyes opened wide.

“yes?”

“Master, you could have subdued your opponent faster, but you didn’t.”

“What… what do you mean? “If you could do that, why on earth…”

Han Ibi continued while pretending to click her tongue and say ‘tsk tsk’.

“Of course, it’s to teach martial arts. So, so to speak… He showed it in practice.”

Then, asking if anyone would listen, he brought his hands together and brought them close to So Eun-ri’s ears, whispering.

“And it’s never good to reveal the difference in skill too early…”

Then So Eun-ri shook her head and said.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Showing a difference in skill… Do you mean who is teaching martial arts to whom?…” “

Of course…”

At that time, Bok Yeon-hwa’s sharp voice was heard.

“Now stop chatting and get ready for the next game!”

‘Kkegaeng’ Han Ibi quickly answered.

“yes. All right.”

But suddenly this thought occurred to me.

‘It’s a strange thing. It’s strange. Even in the original battle of Yeomsajimong, Yeonhwa Yeonhwa won… but not so overwhelmingly…’

He stood there for a moment and thought about it, but soon gave up.

‘Arthur. Arthur… My nose is three feet long… Is it time for me to worry about others…’

That’s right.

This is not the time to worry about others.

Soon I would have to face the fearsome king of the second generation of disciples, ‘Seong Chun-don’…

He was, so to speak… a very unpleasant person from the first impression.

When I saw him, I felt like I was seeing the so-called ‘Jjang’ among the ‘Iljin’ who seemed to live in a completely different world during high school.

A feeling that makes you cringe without even realizing it…

That Seong Chun-don was getting ready in the corner over there, cracking his neck and finger bones.

When I look at that figure, I feel like I’m becoming smaller…

It wasn’t like this even when I was dealing with the ‘nine world’ of the world… A strange feeling…

It’s like a human being born with an innate fighting spirit and Is it the difference between an ordinary human being like herself?…

At that time, the sound of students talking came to the ears of Han Ibi, who was lost in her idle thoughts.

“How did this happen? “Isn’t it because Elder Nam Cheol-hong made a concession?”

“Didn’t you get hurt because you looked down on him too much?”

“That can’t be possible. “It seems like something was ordered from above.”

“okay? “So you’re saying this is all just a scheme?”

“Hey guys. Don’t worry too much. “That bastard will appear in the third match anyway.”

Han Ibi’s ears twitched.

“ah! “That son of a bitch?”

Han Ibi’s ears twitched three times.

“okay. Who else but that idiot? Anyway, the winner is Seong Chun-don’s death penalty. “Grandma Bok, who seems half crazy, did something strange again.”

“I know. “I mean, that person doesn’t really know why.”

“For a person like that to become our master…” The

furry disciple who said those words laughed lightly, pretended to tremble once, and then continued.

“…It’s a terrible thing to even think about.”

“Phew-. Needless to say, it’s nagging. “It’s an obvious mistake anyway, but I will still support the execution of Seong Chun-don with one heart and one mind.”

“What difference does it make if you cheer for me? Ha ha ha ha ha.”

Han Ibi felt anger welling up under her chin.

I feel like I might explode at any moment.

But most of the disciples probably thought this way.

Han Ibi thought.

‘good. We must win…’

At that moment, Han Ibi’s eyes met Seong Chun-don, who spat and said, ‘Ugh.’

‘…Even if I lose here, I will never feel embarrassed.’

It was then.

Before I knew it, Elder Seo Eui-jae was standing on the non-stage.

Tense tension surrounding the off-stage!

“Distinguished guests and dear disciples… finally, another moment of the most important choice in the history of the Qingcheng Sect has arrived.”