Possessing a Murim Clan’s Youngest Son Chapter 9

Episode 9. Han Ibi said, “

If you go with your mind, your body will soon follow .”

“I’m sorry. “Elderly.”

Song Myeong-cheon said.

“The body and mind are separated and run wild like monkeys.”

Han Ibi opened her eyes and asked back.

“yes?”

Song Myeong-cheon said.

“Where the mind goes is where the body moves.”

‘Where the mind goes is where the body moves…’

It feels like a light bulb has turned on in the corner of my head.

A poignant sound spread throughout my body, as if I were a beginner Zen master who had solved a hwadu.

Song Myeong-cheon continued.

“Gyeonggong and Naesimbeop are not two. They are so closely connected that operating them separately would be crazy, like the right hand pushing the left hand away as an enemy.”

‘iced coffee! I see ‘The nature of martial arts is like this.’

Ebi Han said.

“Elder. “I’ll try again.”

As soon as the words left, Song Myeong-cheon turned his back again.

okay. Now I will try again.

Han Ibi pushed away the pain of the fall and finished preparing to operate the ticket again.

‘The operation of light attack and internal power are not two different things. My power runs within my body, and I run on the earth, which is nature’s body. These two points of view seem to be completely separate, but the principle is exactly the same as twins, so if you get the points right…’

Pfft!

My body flew away like a bullet.

The speed was so fast that I was dizzy.

Han Ibi focused her mind on the next landing point. Song Myeong-cheon’s advice was the truth itself.

If the mind moves first, the body follows.

So, instead of focusing all of my attention on my body, I focused all of my attention on the mental path.

My body felt light.

At the same time, my heart became lighter.

Riding the flow of this virtuous cycle, Han Ibi was already following Song Myeong-cheon in a natural way.

The flow of air rushing by felt refreshing.

Song Myeong-cheon increased his speed even more. Then, Han Ibi was following along well, but she felt a strain on her body.

This was the maximum light attack he could achieve with his current skills.

‘Ahh! ‘My heart feels like it’s going to explode.’

Yes. There was no improvement at all.

The speed just increased tremendously.

There was no change in the pattern of hell.

Really… he’s a nice old man.

* * *

It must have been about a month like that.

The herbal medicine hike, which seemed like it would kill me, never became comfortable.

Song Myeong-cheon was so persistent that he moved around at a speed that Han Yi-bi could barely keep up with.

So just following in his footsteps was the same as training in Gyeonggong and training for me.

One thing that has changed is that the amount of herb collection has doubled.

Once the speed increased, the radius of activity became very wide.

Moreover, with the addition of Han Ibee’s experience and the use of the ‘Herbal Encyclopedia’, Han Ibee is now able to barely do the work of one person.

In addition to the necessary medicines discussed at Magok Clinic, I was able to take various additional medicines.

And finally… the two came down to the village again.

All of the liquor that had been filled in two drinking bins had run out.

Food can be endured by eating wild animals, but alcohol cannot.

And Song Myeong-cheon was not a great person who could endure that.

Two people running like the wind.

But…

Song Myeong-cheon suddenly slowed down.

Han Yi-bi, who was descending with her light attack at its maximum, almost collided with Song Myeong-cheon’s back.

“Ahh!”

Han Yi-bi, who narrowly avoided it, eventually lost her balance and fell over Song Myeong-cheon.

“Oh my! “What do you do if you suddenly stop like that?”

Song Myeong-cheon put his finger to his lips.

Han Ibi tilted her head and looked around to see a few villagers and outsiders walking around.

Song Myeong-cheon said.

“You must never practice martial arts in the village.”

The following article… You should not do anything that would arouse suspicion.

‘No, if you thought you were going to do this, please tell me first… Anyway.’

Even though she was muttering to herself, Han Ibi walked after him, carrying a drinking cup on her back.

This is already my second time coming to this village.

Now it feels somehow familiar.

‘Ah… that lamb soup or something… it was really delicious when I dipped it in bread… Ugh, I guess I’ll be able to taste the delicacy in a little while.’

He felt like drool was dripping from his tongue.

Now, let’s quickly finish our errands at the clinic and go enjoy some lamb and a refreshing glass of white wine! So… is today a company dinner day?

As I was thinking these useless thoughts, I ended up arriving in front of Magok Clinic.

Han E-bi took the lead and opened the door to the clinic.

But…

it was crowded with people.

It seemed like the patients visited early in the morning today.

Coincidentally, a familiar doctor I had met before was preparing and handing over some decoction.

“You can sleep once at five and once at dinner.”

The person who took the decoction had a very pale complexion, almost to the point of being a cigar.

At first glance, he looked like a patient. He looked dangerous, as if he would collapse at any moment.

Come to think of it, everyone is carrying a large baggage. They must be street peddlers.

Han Ibi thought.

‘The congressman who likes to talk so much is very quiet today. haha. ‘He must be saving face in front of the patients.’

At that time, the pale man coughed very violently.

‘I heard that lung disease patients have bad complexions, tsk tsk…’

But the expression on the doctor’s face as he looks at the patient is quite awkward.

No, it’s beyond awkward and he doesn’t even make eye contact with the male patient.

‘That person is not that kind of person… He is a normal person who has extra energy and is upset…’

Han Ibi whispered to Song Myeong-cheon.

“Elder. “You look a little strange today, councilor.”

It was then. The patient with a pale complexion stopped coughing.

One hour of silence.

At that moment, the pale man’s hand holding the decoction reached straight toward Song Myeong-cheon and Han Yi-bi.

Hot decoction pouring in at the same time!

Han Ibi was so shocked that she almost fell asleep.

At that time, there was a hand holding the back of Han Ibi, and it was Song Myeong-cheon.

Ujikkeun!

With a loud noise, the wooden door of Magok Clinic was broken.

Song Myeong-cheon grabbed Han I-bi’s backside with his right hand and pulled out the doctor’s door with his left hand.

Song Myeong-cheon quickly pushed the torn off door forward. I ended up hiding behind the door with Han Ibi.

Sigh!

The decoction sprayed by the pale man landed on the door. Smoke was seen rising with a ‘whooshing’ sound.

It must have been some kind of powerful acid. If you had been hit, you would have suffered terrible burns.

At that time, the men dressed as merchants launched their flying arrows in perfect harmony, as if they had already coordinated in advance.

Song Myeong-cheon twirled the door and caught them all.

Then he rushed towards the men while holding the door.

The startled men quickly dispersed to escape, but one man ended up getting caught between the medicine cabinet and the door.

Song Myeong-cheon removed the door for a moment, then pushed it away with his shoulder more forcefully.

The force was so strong that the man inside was crushed and covered in blood.

When Song Myeong-cheon removed the door, the man inside fell to the ground.

However, Song Myeong-cheon struck down the door and ended up crushing the man’s head.

One of the men muttered.

“That…that crazy guy.”

Song Myeong-cheon snatched the sword from the dead man whose head was smashed in an instant.

Before he knew it, the whites of his eyes were disappearing.

A man dressed as a merchant said.

“Those… those eyes…”

the pale man said with a smile.

“If you want to be worthy of the title of Black-Eyed Mage, isn’t that something you have to do?”

At that time, with a thuggish shout, Song Myeong-cheon threw the huge door.

It spun around like a large memorabilia and began flying towards the men.

‘Ahh!’

In the end, one man was hit on the shin of a door, his leg bones shattered, and he fell to the ground.

It was a sight that made my bones sink.

Han Ibi was literally dumbfounded, but soon came to her senses and pulled a stick out of the water bucket she was carrying on her shoulder.

In the face of a threat to my survival, I felt my body moving before my head.

At that time, the gray-haired man spoke to the pale-complexioned man.

“I’m adding one more guy?”

The pale man said.

“Does not matter. “Kill them all.”

The men come in separately at the same time.

One person was running to Han Yi-bi and five people were running to Song Myeong-cheon.

I had mixed emotions as I saw Song Myeong-cheon swinging a knife to greet the men and the men running towards him.

‘Shit. Once you jump into the world of martial arts, fights will be inevitable. ‘I’ll do as much as I can.’

I was so scared that my entire stomach was cringing, but there was no way to avoid it.

The man who approached him was, of course, the one with the dirtiest look.

The guy, who looked like a piece of equipment from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms game and had a dirty beard, came down to take a picture of Han Ibi’s head.

Han Ibi calmly thought to herself.

‘The direction the mind goes is the direction the body goes…’

He moved the new model three steps diagonally to the left, anticipating the downward strike of the sword.

Wow!

At the same time, the sound of the man’s sword hitting the floor was heard. Cold sweat ran down my back.

‘Shit! Ignorant guy. Are you cutting with a knife or using a club? I think this got caught wrongly.’

But there was no time to think. Once again, the man’s sword split into his head.

Han Ibi was able to avoid it by barely half a step, but her steps got tangled and she fell to the floor.

The grinning equipment cousin.

When he realized that Han Ibi’s inaction was not that high, the man’s body movements became even bigger.

He raised his sword high in the sky and cut off Han Ibi’s head.

chin!

His sword stuck into a wooden medicine cabinet. Han Ibi, who had fallen, unknowingly picked up the medicine container next to her and blocked it.

When the deeply embedded blade did not come out, the man shook the knife to separate the medicine container and the sword.

It was then.

The man’s body fell backwards. Han Ibi, who had fallen, rushed at her with all her might and attempted to tackle her lower body.

Han Ibi pressed down on the man’s body.

However… as the man’s appearance suggests, he learned martial arts that mainly used external strength.

In an instant, he hit his back on the floor and bounced up, then reversed his stance.

So now it was as if Han Ibi was literally crushed at the feet of the hairy man.

‘Mr. Oh. It looked easy when you saw it on TV.’

The man who crushed Han Ibi laughed and slashed his sword at her head.

Han Ibi tried to defend herself by twisting her head as much as possible and holding up the stick of the bucket horizontally… How can wood and iron compete against each other?

The sword that cut off the stick with a ‘snip’ sound stuck in the ground, leaving a scratch on Han Ibi’s ear.

It was the moment when the man chuckled again and pulled out his sword.

Han Ibi took out the mysterious sword she had in her arms in an instant.

‘I never thought a small size would help in times like this.’

Han Ibi used all her strength to stab the strange sword.

The startled man jumped up and jumped up.

However, blood suddenly splattered out, indicating that the tip of the mysterious sword had slightly entered his thigh.

Can this amount be called a wound?

Han Ibi’s heart was pounding.

It seems like I touched a lion’s nose hair.

But… huh? Something is strange.

The smile disappeared from the man’s eyes.