Possessing a Murim Clan’s Youngest Son Chapter 90

Episode 90. Introducing my roommate

‘Ugh? Salt… Salt society?’

Han Ibi was startled.

That’s why I never dreamed that the title of this novel, ‘Yeomsa’, would appear here.

At that time, Yeo Nanju spoke.

“If you say Yeomsa… you’re talking about an Imoogi. “What does that mean?”

Then Maeng Gap-son laughed again and answered.

“It would be best not to try to know too much at once. “The more you know about confidentiality, the more dangerous it is.”

Han Ibi was quite embarrassed.

Although the story got a lot of twists when he appeared… I never thought it would change so seriously.

Above all, except for the term ‘Yeomsa’, I couldn’t find anything like this in the Yeomsaji dream even if I looked for it with my eyes closed.

‘This novel is about… a child from the Cheongseong faction named Jong Ri-hyeok, who has an unfortunate family history… awakens, avenges his family, and later becomes successful by getting a job in the Murim Alliance… but What the hell is this….’

Of course, I could only check up to volume 4.

At that time, Maeng Gap-son said.

“Anyway, that’s all I’m doing with you. From now on, this person will guide you.”

At that time, a voice was heard from behind.

“hello? “My name is Wang Si-ik (王施益).”

* * *

Han Yi-bi and her party rode horses for about a hour, following the fat man named Wang Si-ik.

Even when asked where he was going, he remained silent.

In the end, I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut and chase after him.

And finally, we arrived at the place….

– Hyeonseo-gak (賢曙閣)

Although it was not as large as the castle tower, there was a neat sign hanging on top of a fairly grand building.

Yeo Nanju said after seeing that.

“Ah, I think I’ve heard of Hyeonseo-gak. It must be a library run by the imperial family. maybe.”

Yes.

Hyeonseogak is the so-called national library.

It was a place where copies or manuscripts of various ancient books as well as Buddhist scriptures were stored.

This was a place that functioned as a sub-library to prevent information from being lost due to war or fire in an era when books were rare.

‘Yes? But why the library…’

At that time when Han Yi-bi was wondering, Wang Sa-ik took his companions and entered Hyeonsu-gak.

There was an old man who looked like a security guard sitting at the entrance to Hyeonsu-gak, and he seemed to know Wang Sa-ik, so he let us through without any hesitation.

Wang Saik said.

“It’s late today, so it would be better to go to the dorm first.”

Yeo Nanju asked back in surprise.

“yes? Accommodation? Are you… are you sleeping here?”

“You will find out when you go.”

What can be done?

Han Yi-bi, Jong Ri-hyuk, and the other party members just stared at each other blankly in confusion.

* * *

Surprisingly, there was a building behind Hyeonseogak that looked like it had been recently built.

This was the place where Han Ibi and her group were led as ‘lodgings’.

An old man with a bent waist that almost touched the ground, and an old woman with wrinkles all over the place were in charge of the men and women.

For example, does it function like a ‘house inspector’?

In any case, Han Yi-bi and Jong Ri-hyuk were guided to the building on the left, and So Eun-ri and Yeo Nan-ju were guided to the building on the right.

In the end, all four people dispersed into different rooms.

The old man assigned Jong Ri-hyuk to a room on the first floor.

I heard a commotion inside.

After seeing him enter the room, Han Yi-bi walked up the wooden stairs to the second floor.

The curly old man silently pointed to the simple door.

Han Ibi hesitated for a moment, then cleared her throat, pretended to be happy, and opened the door.

‘ah! ‘It’s dazzling.’

The first thing I saw was light.

light.

It was only after squinting slightly that Han Yi-bi realized the source of that dazzling brilliance.

A head like a round moon!

It was the light created by the sunlight reflecting off the lovely shiny head.

He was wearing gray clothes that felt like monk’s clothes that gave him mobility.

The young monk was sitting cross-legged on the bed, motionless.

Is this something like meditation?

Han Ibi looked away again.

Another young man appeared.

He had a rather small build and seemed to be sitting on the floor gnawing at something.

‘This… what is this…’

That was then.

“Why are you peeping like a stray cat? “If you come, you don’t have to say hello.”

Yes.

There was one more person.

It was a young man sitting on a bed, wiping his sword with a cloth.

His square face with thick eyebrows gave him a strong and cool look.

‘That’s right. At least he’s a bit human-like.’

Han Ibi said hello, looking slightly happy.

“hello?”

The young man stopped cleaning his sword and began to lift it and check it.

His sword was more than clean, it was shiny and it was like a longing for him.

He spoke without stopping his movements.

“Where are you from?”

Ebi Han said.

“My name is Zhong Li-mae from the Qingcheng Sect.”

Then the young man slightly raised his eyebrows and said.

“You mean the Qingcheng faction?”

“That’s right.”

“Hmm. As far as I know, the Qingcheng Sect has withdrawn from the Old Sect…”

“That’s right.”

“And yet… you were invited?”

“That’s right. “I found out a little while ago.”

Then the young man laughed and said, ‘Tsk.’

“I guess my brother got hit too. “Secret, secret, secret… What kind of person has so many secrets that will make you freeze to death…”

Han Ibi said.

“Where did you come from?”

“I am from the Yellow Dragon Party.”

“Hwangryongdang…?”

“exactly.”

“Ah… excuse me, but I think this is my first time hearing the name of that sect.”

“I am not a strongman.”

“yes?”

“I am a military officer. I am serving in the imperial army. My name is Gwak Won-hoe (郭圓回).”

“yes? “The emperor?”

Han Ibi was so shocked that her eyes popped out and she asked out loud without even realizing it.

Then I heard a voice.

“What are you doing so loud! “If possible, please go out and chat.”

A voice like thunder.

“Because it interferes with my practice.”

Before I knew it, the young monk was turning around to look at Han Ibi.

He had wide, dark eyebrows and big, glaring eyes.

Han Ibi was startled and thought to herself.

‘This is like… this is…’

That’s right.

Han Ibi was able to detect a somewhat familiar atmosphere in the monk.

This is because his impression was very similar to the ‘organized gangster’ that once often appeared in Korean movies.

Of course, the head is also red….

If you just put a scary and colorful dragon on the back, you could achieve a 100% sync rate.

“Why aren’t you answering? Are you ignoring me just because I’m in the middle of it right now?”

Wow… even that temperament…

he really is the perfect gangster.

Han Ibi quickly said.

“nice to meet you. Since this is my first time here, I think I should make a full statement. Ahaha. I also don’t like loud things. “What is your Buddhist name?”

Then the young monk blew his nose and rubbed it on his monk’s robe.

‘Ugh, it’s dirty.’

It was Han Ibi who was frowning.

“What is the name of the law? Freezing to death. I’m not some kind of shabby old man. “I am Hyeon (慧蘊) from Shaolin Temple.”

Hmm… It’s a warm(?) name that doesn’t seem like it.

Anyway, Han Ibi returned the favor by giving him a thumbs up.

“I am Zhong Li-mei from the Qingcheng Sect.”

But I couldn’t hear any answer.

This is because the young monk who introduced himself as Hyeon had already turned his back and returned to his Zen posture.

There is now one person left.

Han Ibi’s eyes naturally fell on the back of the short boy sitting on the floor.

He must have felt the stinging gaze, and he suddenly turned his neck 180 degrees like an owl and spoke.

‘Hmph.’

Han E-bi is scared.

the boy said.

“ah! Nice to meet you. You came from the Cheongseong faction. I’m a bit busy right now. “I am Gilsonrok from ‘Joyangmun.’”

His appearance is closer to that of a ‘model child’.

Anyway, he turned his head again and started gnawing at something again.

Then Kwak Won-hoe, a member of the Imperial Family, smiled and said.

“It’s only been a few days since I met him, but he is that kind of guy, so don’t worry about him too much. “But I don’t think he’s a bad guy.”

“I… I see.”

There was silence for a moment.

The cold air makes me feel uneasy.

For the first time in a long time, Han E-bi decided to use the ‘ice breaking’ skills she had honed in sales and vomiting.

“Hyung Kwak. Resuscitation was that year… I turned 20 years old. “Brother Kwak, how old are you?”

“What about Yonsei? If the higher-ups see it, they will laugh and fall back. “I turned 21 this year.”

“ah! Then you are my older brother. Please speak comfortably.”

Kwak Won-hoe blew on the sword, then wiped it again and spoke.

“Then… Is that so?”

Is that right? I took the bait.

The world of men can only run properly if the hierarchy is established correctly.

Is this why they say males are less evolved?

Han Ibi glanced at Hyeon, who was practicing meditation.

Then Kwak Won-hoe seemed to have noticed and said.

“They said Hyeon is 18 years old this year.”

Wow!

W… eighteen years old?

By the looks of it, he’s eighteen…

“He’s got a nasty temper and looks like an old kid, but as long as you don’t get on his nerves, you’ll be fine.”

Then, as he was leaving, he pointed to Gilson Rock and said.

“That friend turns seventeen this year…”

That was then.

A young man named Gil Son-rok suddenly started screaming and jumping around on the bed.

“it’s okay! it’s okay! “It’s a success!”

Then Han Ibi, who was confused, looked at him and asked.

“What does success mean?”

Then Gilsonrok suddenly jumped from the bed to the floor.

Then he showed what he was holding in his hand.

A moment of silence.

Han Ibi cautiously opened her mouth.

“This… this…”

Gilsonrock said.

“is it so. It’s a doll. A warrior doll.”

Because it was a wooden doll…

Han Ibi had no way to stop the earthquake that occurred in her pupil.

Gilson Rock said even more excitedly.

“Look at this.”

He wound and turned the spring-like part attached to the back of the doll. Then he put the doll down on the floor.

Then, with the sound of a wind-up being released, a small wooden warrior… Surprisingly, isn’t he taking power?

Kwak Won-hoe shouted.

“Oh oh! “That’s amazing!”

Gil Son-rok looked at Kwak Won-hoe and smiled.

“Yes? older brother! It’s not over yet. look.”

This time, the wooden warrior was performing a front kick with his right foot.

But at that moment… The warrior’s stepping foot faltered and he fell sideways.

“iced coffee!”

“this!”

Gil Son-rok and Kwak Won-hoe sighed at the same time.

Han Ibi thought as she covered her face with one palm.

I have a strong feeling that living in a camp with them will not be easy.

Then a sound like lightning was heard.

“Be quiet! “I’m trying to meditate, but I just can’t concentrate!”

It was Hyeon, a young monk at Shaolin Temple.

* * *

When we parted ways the day before, Han Ibi and her group promised to meet at the entrance of the accommodation.

I was a little irritated by Yeo Nan-ju, who came out a long time late, but the tension was able to offset it to some extent.

As expected, So Eun-ri is simple.

On the other hand, Yeo Nan-ju… what did she do with tools she didn’t have?… I can’t stop her anyway.

The four people were walking along, guided by Wang Si-ik, just like yesterday.

After walking for about 5 minutes, we finally…

– Hyeongseoldang (螢雪堂)

It seemed like the gathering place was probably this building.

Anyway, Han Ibi didn’t like the name engraved on the plaque at all.

My guess is that it probably originated from an old story about looking at a book at night with fireflies and snow.

Unfortunately, studying was one of the things Han Ibi hated the most.

So, how could anyone like a signboard that smells like ink?

‘Maybe it’s like school or the military? Or maybe it’s a combination of both, like a military academy. Ah! I really hate group life…’

That was back then.

(Continued in the next part)