Possessing a Murim Clan’s Youngest Son - Chapter 145

Episode 145. The moon behind the clouds

A wide expanse of sand near a stream.

“Kya!”

This taste like it’s burning.

This hot taste that kids don’t understand.

A thrilling ride down the throat.

A faintly spreading scent.

Joongwon’s strong liquor is enjoyed for this taste.

Han Yi-bi wiped her lips with her sleeve and returned the bottle to Gye Pal-muk.

Then Gyepalmuk, who was eating the flower roll while chomping, said.

“It would have been simpler if I had said earlier that I was a Cheongseong faction… The young fellow is quite mischievous. “Achacha.”

Gyepalmuk tapped his forehead for a moment and then said.

“Now that I think about it, I was so busy eating that I couldn’t even ask his name. “I am called Gyepalmuk.”

“I remembered it because you said it out loud in the guest room earlier.”

“Ohh. okay? As expected, you have an eye for people. ha ha ha. “What is your name?”

“My name is Zhongli-mae.”

Then, suddenly, Gyepalmuk’s temporomandibular joint stopped chewing for a moment.

“what?”

“This is Zhonglimae.”

Gyepalmuk looked somewhat surprised.

He said.

“Ever since I worked here at the Open Sunyang Bunta and managed information operations…” “

Ah, the Grand Council originally handled information. “That went really well.”

“Ahaha. Well then. Usually, we entrust Bunta’s information to the most talented people in the field. Hahaha… but oh well. This isn’t important right now. “How far did I go?”

“You worked at Sunyang Bunta and operated information….”

“Oh, that’s right. “Ever since I’ve been managing information, I haven’t heard much about the Blue Star Sect.”

“It seems that the Qingcheng faction is not very popular.”

Gyepalmuk waved his hand widely and said.

“There was a time when the Qingcheng faction enjoyed movies. Of course, this happened when I was young. In any case, the story of the Cheongseong faction was only heard occasionally when something big happened, such as changing the name of a person. For example, the recent change….”

“You are speaking as an adult.”

“Oh, that’s right. Just like that. “Electing a female scholar….”

“It’s a bit weird to hear something like that. “Mr. Bok Jang-moon was selected through a fair process.”

“Well, it’s not like I’m arguing about that. Anyway…”

Gyepalmuk stared at Han Ibi for a moment and then said.

“…I recently heard an interesting story for the first time in a long time.”

Han Ibi somehow felt like she knew what she was going to say.

“What is that?”

“Ugh. “It’s your story.”

“My story?”

“Kkkkkk. Don’t act like a fool. There is a well-known rumor that the Cheongseong Sect produced a small dragon.”

“It’s not a rumor, it’s a fact.”

“Plus, they said the process was a complete mess.”

“Aren’t rumors inherently a bit exaggerated?”

“haha. Well, that’s good. Because it doesn’t really matter to me. However, after meeting a promising new talent, I find it somewhat surprising.”

Han Ibi shrugged her shoulders and said.

“what. “Life is something you only know after passing it.”

“Tsk tsk. “Do you even have humility?”

“It’s not like that. “I just don’t get excited easily.”

Then Gyepalmuk rubbed his palms together and said.

“Anyway, try your best. Originally, the Murim Alliance was no different from a dirty political arena… Regardless of whether you are a small or large dragon, you can say that everyone’s backs are more important.”

“This does not necessarily apply only to the Murim Alliance.”

“Ugh. A friend who knows something. Meanwhile, a humble young disciple of the Cheongseong Sect took the place of the martial arts minor hero…”

Gyepalmuk raised one hand and continued speaking while pretending to whisper.

“…You will be able to judge that skill without even looking at it. So let’s get along. Although it will be a difficult road ahead…”

Han Ibi folded her hands and responded.

“thank you. “That’s too much praise.”

“Oh, by the way… where did that Gubanwan come from?”

Han Ibi swallowed a bitter smile for a moment.

I knew that the name of Ark’s new object was a spittoon for ‘beating dogs’, but the name of the precious bowl given to me was ‘dog food bowl’…

Han Ibi said.

“I just met Lord Anpyeong Bunta by chance.”

Gyepalmuk said.

“Ah, you mean Sapyeongcheon.”

“That’s right.”

“Um… he is…”

Han Ibi added as Gyepalmuk looked somewhat hesitant.

“He is Ark’s cousin.”

“You already know.”

“That’s right. “Well, it’s nothing to hide.”

“That’s right.”

Han Ibi said as she brought her face closer.

“So, if your identity has been verified, please tell me now.”

“What do you mean?”

“About the current story of the Murim Alliance and the current status of the Shaman faction. “I will be attending the upcoming Moorim General Assembly.”

Gyepalmuk looked very interested.

* * *

Gyepalmuk’s last greeting is memorable.

“The Gubanwan is not as good as the batting stick, but it is one of the new items of openness. Of course, there are only twelve in total, so you have to get permission from the Ark before giving them away. “It will be useful if you use it well.”

huh? A treasure so precious?

So, the Ark of Openness is doing you a favor… but why is that?

Han Ibi thought for a moment, but then said,

‘Err. If you think about it, can you think of it? For now, let’s just go the way we’re going.’

Nothing much happened after that.

Han Ibi moved around during the day, stayed in the guesthouse at night, and devoted herself to martial arts training.

And on the tenth day.

“You’ve finally arrived!”

A monument engraved with elegant writing was placed at the entrance to Mt. Wudang.

Beside him, a young Taoist monk was kicking a stone under his feet.

He heard the sound of horses’ hooves and then turned to Han Yi-bi.

The Taoist said.

“How did you get here?”

Ebi Han said.

“I came to attend the Moorim General Assembly.”

Then the Taoist looked up and down, looking as if something was strange, and said.

“Did you come alone?”

“yes.”

The Taoist monk once again gave a truly strange look.

“What is your affiliation?”

“yes. “I am a disciple of the Qingcheng School.”

“Are you a Cheongseong faction?”

“yes. The name is Jongrimae. “I was dispatched as a representative of the Qingcheng faction.”

Only then did the Taoist make a sound like ‘Ah!’ and then said.

“Sohyeop is the one….”

Why is everyone reacting like this?

Anyway, the young Taoist became somewhat polite and spoke.

“From here, the mountain is so steep that horses cannot travel. If you leave it here, we will hand it back to you the day we leave.”

Ebi Han said.

“okay.”

He jumped up and landed on the floor.

At that time, the sound of ‘tiriring’ suddenly caught my ear.

[Main Quest Occurrence: Restore the status of the Blue Star faction and the Nine factions.]

[Reward 1: Strength +10, Strength +15, Agility +15, Wisdom +30, Charisma +40, Reputation +30]

[Reward 2: Unknown There is a reward.]

This guy is really….

It’s too much to do….

* * *

“I guess I arrived too quickly because I was nervous…”

Han Ibi muttered as she stretched out in the guest room she was assigned to. .

After finishing a light dinner, it was already dark.

The preliminary general meeting is two days later.

It seems that few guests from other clans have arrived yet.

‘Anyway, when you say go back to the old file room… does that mean you have to kick someone out? If so, by what method?’

Han Ibi had a pounding headache.

It was then.

A shout of approval was heard outside the door.

“Are you in your seat?”

A voice that somehow seems familiar.

Han Ibi answered.

“Please come in.”

The door opened and a man came in.

Han Ibi smiled brightly.

“I guess I’ll see you again sooner than you think. how are you?”

Shaman sect, small demon dragon, red dragon.

Emperor Yang was standing in front of the door.

He also said with a bit of a smile.

“I’m doing well without any problems. If you are active in the Murim Alliance, you will see each other like this often. “I thought you might come… but I never thought you’d come alone.”

Han Ibi said, her voice quiet.

“Don’t you two writers know each other a little… well these days?”

Then Emperor Yang nodded and said.

“That’s right.”

“But why did you come at this time… there’s no way you just came to say hello?”

Emperor Yang said:

“As expected, you don’t have the usual tact. The long-term adult wants to see you separately. Of course, this has nothing to do with official events.”

“Hmm… maybe it has something to do with the problem between the scholars I mentioned earlier…”

Emperor Yang quickly intervened, interrupting the conversation.

“I don’t know what the business is. “I just follow Jang Mun-in’s orders.”

Ebi Han said.

“All right. “Then I would like to ask for your guidance.”

Emperor Yang nodded and walked outside.

Han Ibi followed behind him without saying a word.

He went outside the guesthouse.

Ugh. But the direction…

Han Ibi said.

“When I looked in the afternoon, it seemed like the inner room where Jang Mun-in was was over there…”

Emperor Yang glanced back and said.

“It’s not boudoir. “Mr. Jangmun wants to meet you quietly.”

Then he walked diligently again.

Han Ibi shrugged and followed him.

Emperor Yang left the main building of the Wudang faction and entered the mountain.

Han Ibi said a little nervously.

“Is it very far?”

Emperor Yang said:

“It’s not like that. “There is a pavilion that shamans sometimes use for pleasure, and I will take you there.”

From then on, I followed him in silence.

Han Ibi thought as she walked.

‘Hey. The real mountains of China are grand in scale and have beautiful scenery. How on earth were buildings built on a slope like this… The more I look at it, the more amazing it is…’

At that time, I saw a small building boasting stylish roof tiles at the edge of a cliff in the distance.

The man standing inside with his back turned and looking at the scenery…

Han Ibi swallowed without realizing it.

Emperor Yang said, lowering his head against his back.

“Long story, adult. “I have brought you Zhong Li Xiaoxiao of the Qingcheng Sect.”

The man said. He didn’t even turn his head.

“Good work. “You can go back now.”

Emperor Yang responded politely and expressed his respect.

“yes. Long story adult. “I’ll just leave.”

While Emperor Yang turned back down the road and disappeared, the man turned his back and stood motionless.

So Han Ibi, who was behind him, was left standing awkwardly.

According to Kangho’s custom, the senior with the highest distribution is the one who speaks first.

Han Ibi waited patiently for a while.

However, after Emperor Yang disappeared and he remained silent for a long time, he finally couldn’t hold back and parted his lips.

As expected, the man spoke without turning his head.

“Isn’t the moon really beautiful?”

huh? moon?

Hearing the man’s words, Han Ebi quickly raised her head and looked at the sky.

But clearly there was no moon or anything visible.

Because the clouds were thick.

Han Ibi said while tilting her head.

“I can’t see the moon today?”

Then the man let out a deep sigh and said:

“The Qingcheng Sect’s Zhongli Little Collaboration… right?”

“yes. Long story adult. That’s right.”

“I want to ask Zhongli Xiaoxiao today.”

He said, pointing to a cloud with a very faint halo.

“Even though the moon is not visible right now… does that mean the moon is not there?”

Ebi Han said.

“Of course not.”

Then the man took a deep sigh and said.

“you’re right. Just because it’s covered by clouds doesn’t mean the moon disappears. And…”

the man said.

“…this is exactly how I feel about my wife.”

Huh?

What is this?

It’s so greasy that it feels like the chicken meat is coming through the skin!

It was then.

The man turned towards Han Ibi.

His appearance reflected in the moonlight…Ahh…!

It is truly a living, breathing, moving immortal!

It’s nothing less than that!

And a very familiar face.

That face is like a smooth sculpture.

A face I can’t forget even in my dreams.

That’s right…

(continued in the next episode)