Possessing a Murim Clan’s Youngest Son - Chapter 146

Episode 146. The front and back are the same.

“It’s for your favor.”

A visual and demeanor that makes you feel intimidated.

“I am in charge of the non-partisan faction.”

Even his voice was refined.

It was a very different feeling from when I borrowed Song Myeong-cheon’s body.

At that time, a calm wind blew.

Tak Buyong’s grey-white hair below his ears fluttered in the wind.

Han Ibi thought.

‘Shit. It’s really… really cool.’

Yes.

A truly picturesque scene.

If there was a woman next to her, she had a handsome appearance that anyone would have no choice but to fall in love with.

‘Except Master Bok, of course…’

What can I say… I guess you could say he resembles a movie star who gets more cute as he gets older.

When he was young, he was just a handsome young man, but now he has become a handsome old man full of maturity.

Yeah… this guy is annoying, but I have to admit it.

Zhuo Buyong said with a slight smile.

“How are you doing, Bok Jangmun?”

Han Ibi answered.

“yes. Jangmun: Adult, you are doing well. “Except you’re a little busy.”

At that time, Tak Buyong took a deep breath and said.

“She… no, Bok Jangmun-in is a person with big dreams. It was always difficult to handle. Ah, to me… he was too much for me.”

A perfect expression and voice that would have been overlooked if it were anyone else.

However, it was a difficult scene for Han Ibi, who knew the inside story, to accept.

“That’s right. I think so too. “It’s a bit of a waste for adults.”

Tak Buyong is startled and looks like he can’t believe his ears.

Where did he go before to be treated like this?

Who is the non-partisan Jang Mun-in?

If you’re a martial artist, isn’t she the Myeongsuk among the Myeongsuks that everyone, including me, wishes to meet at least once in our lives?

But such harshness!

But then he smiled and said.

“As I heard, Zhongli Xiaoxiao is a very interesting person.”

Han Ibi also said with a smile.

“Just as I heard, he seems like a very nice person.”

Then Tak Buyong seemed to sense something strange and spoke with an awkward expression.

“When I heard him, he said he was a disciple of Bok Jang-mun.”

“That’s right. “Elder Jangmun will be my teacher.”

Tak Buyong smiled again and said.

“Jongli Xiaohyeop received the name of the Murim Alliance’s Little Five Dragon, Blue Dragon, a while ago, right?”

“That’s right.”

“ha ha ha. Seeing that he has raised such great students in such a short period of time, Bok Jang-mun is definitely an extraordinary person.”

“Well, Jangmun Tak, who has been with me longer than me, probably knows better.”

Then Tak Buyong’s expression eventually hardened.

He said.

“Zhongli Little Colony.”

“yes.”

“Are you at all dissatisfied with the way our shaman treated you?”

Han Ibi, who was asked a question, shrugged her shoulders and said.

“you’re welcome. Long sentence, old man. “How can I be dissatisfied with such hospitality?”

Then Tak Bu-yong frowned one eyebrow.

Ebi Han said.

“Tak, long sentence, old man.”

“Please tell me.”

“What do you want me to say to our elder Jangmun?”

Tak Bu-yong said, wrinkled his smooth eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“Isn’t there a reason why you called me here?”

Then Tak Buyong started laughing.

He spoke to Han Ibi, who looked at him with an expression of incomprehension.

“Did Bok Jangmun say anything? “It turns out that Zhongli Xiaoxiao has completely misunderstood.”

“yes?”

“We were a married couple. “We may have become estranged for a while now, but at one time we were extremely close, sharing a bed together.”

Tsk tsk tsk.

So, my head was hit by the axe of my faith.

Master Bok.

Tak Buyong continued.

“If there was something I wanted to talk about, I would do it directly, not through others. “The reason I asked to meet with Zhongli Xiaoxiao was simply because I had a few questions to ask.”

Han Ibi said calmly.

“Then tell me.”

“great.”

Then suddenly Zhuo Buyong spoke with a solemn expression.

“What happened to Zhongli Sega is truly regrettable. “The Murim Alliance and other members of our stronghold are working hard to find the culprit.”

‘It seemed like no one was interested…’

Tak Buyong continued.

“I heard that Zhongli Xiaoxiao is the only descendant of the Sega family who escaped from the clutches of those evil enemies. Is that correct?”

omg. This story is going strangely.

“What can I say… yes.”

There is one more person left, but…

Tak Buyong slowly approached and said.

“Unfortunately, the majority of Sega members were sacrificed within the mansion… However, the whereabouts of some people have not been revealed at all. “I literally couldn’t even find a shadow.”

‘Why are you looking for that…’

said Han Ibi.

“What do you want to ask?”

“As a result of our inquiries… we learned that some of Zong Li-se’s people had taken refuge. “The place where their last whereabouts were discovered was near Wuhan, not far from Sega.”

Han Ibi’s eyebrows twitched.

This is because Wuhan was a city near Mt. Magok.

Tak Buyong said.

“Was Zhongli Xiaoxiao there?”

For a moment, the two people’s gazes were intertwined over space.

It was Han Ibi who opened her mouth first.

“no. I had to come out first for some reason. “I found out later that my family was in trouble.”

Zhuo Buyong looked into Han Yi Fei’s eyes with deep eyes.

It’s as if I were a lie detector myself.

Tak Buyong stayed like that for a while.

However, he soon returned to his original, immortal expression and spoke.

“I’m just asking this once, so don’t pay too much attention to it. I was wondering if it might help reveal the identity of the hormonal beast. If the cooperative wants, we, the independents, will help repay the grudge.”

Han Ibi answered bluntly.

“thank you.”

Tak Buyong waved his hand as if nothing had happened and said.

“Anyway, that area is said to be haunted by a sorcerer… I only asked because I was wondering if he might have harmed the Zhongli family. “Don’t worry too much about Zhongli Xiaoxiao.”

Wizard!

Han Ebi heard the unexpected word and her eyes wavered for a moment.

Tak Buyong watches the scene closely.

It was then.

A sound came from far away.

“Long sentence, old man!”

It was the voice of a young disciple of the Shaman sect.

Tak Buyong answered.

“Why are you doing that?”

A disciple of the shaman sect said.

“The master of Shaolin Temple has arrived.”

Tak Buyong said.

“Oh oh. You are much later than you received the message. Just wait a moment. “I’ll be there soon.”

Tak Buyong looked back at Han Ibi as if asking for understanding.

Han Ibi quickly said.

“You should go quickly and welcome our precious guest. “Where is the time to waste with someone like me?”

Tak Buyong said.

“What do you mean? You are being too humble. Anyway, thank you for clarifying. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He started walking towards the main building with his disciple as if he was flying.

* * *

The preliminary general meeting of the Moorim was held at the Yeondo Hall of the Shaman faction.

Murimmaeng is a broad concept that includes small and medium-sized factions, including old factions.

So a large number of people gathered.

The attendees seemed to know each other well and exchanged pleasantries.

The only one sitting like a rolled up barley sack was Han Ibi.

The only person he knows is Hwang Pil-bong, a member of the Hwasan faction…

But he is busy taking care of the people he knows.

It is stipulated that only one representative from each faction can be seated at the preliminary general meeting.

As the position was important, people of high rank or those who could represent him were dispatched.

In the case of the Cheongseong faction, this is a very exceptional thing.

So, Han Ibi, who was far behind in the distribution, was sitting in the bottom row with her chin resting on her back, recalling her conversation with Gye Pal-muk.

[According to research conducted by Open House, there are three people who are challenging to become the next Murim leader. Namgung-myeong (南宮明), the head of the Namgung family. Jin Ho-ryang (陳昊亮), the long essay of the Kunlun sect. And a long text from the Shaman faction.]

[There are fewer than I thought.]

[Hehehe. This is because factions have been formed. It’s customary to avoid people on the same side.]

[Well, you’re saying they’re pushing each other. Are you saying there are factions within it as well?]

[That’s right. Well, it doesn’t have a separate name… but it’s a traditional prestigious school. A new power group. And the five generations are divided into unions.]

[Wherever you go, humans…]

[In any case, the preliminary general meeting of the Murim Alliance is much more important than the actual general meeting, the Gangho Conference.] [No,

why is that like that?]

[ The discussion at a deep level already ends there. [The power competition only functions as a proclamation ceremony.]

At that time, a voice was heard.

It was Cheon Du-hong (千逗弘), an elder of the Shaman faction, who presided over the ceremony.

“Now, we will hold the Moorim preliminary general meeting.”

In an instant, all the chatter disappeared.

The Moorim General Assembly was held like that…

‘Ugh! Bored!’

Han Ibi desperately yawned with her mouth closed, but there was no way to stop the tears from flowing out.

‘Ah… Master Bok, why on earth did you let me attend here…’

It seems like he is taking care of the congratulations and condolences of each sect.

What are you doing to each other?

Stories that I couldn’t understand at all…

Fortunately, the boring event was over after just enough time to drink a cup of tea.

The schedule moved on to the next part, and a discussion about the current state of Moorim continued.

Won Dae-wook (袁大昱), deputy ark of openness, was in charge of summarizing the market situation.

He was large and muscular, had very dark eyebrows, and gave off the air of a hero.

Won Dae-wook continued to talk about various issues related to Moorim.

Powerful information power worthy of being the ‘strongest ear’.

But there was a story that caught Han Ibi’s ears.

Won Dae-wook said.

“A month ago, the Pyeongsan Sect was exterminated. And… three weeks ago, the Red Army was destroyed. “There is not a single ant baby left.”

Jangmun Hwang Pil-bong of the Hwasan Sect said.

“Hmm. “Isn’t it a small and medium-sized Bangpa, where one can be called moderate and the other can be called black?”

Won Dae-wook nodded.

“you’re right. In fact, we in the Murim League were indifferent to things like this.”

Hwang Pil-bong asked.

“Who is behind it?”

Won Dae-wook looked at Hwang Pil-bong and said.

“I do not know.”

At that time, Song Won-in, a member of the Jeonjin faction, spoke.

“Shouldn’t we reveal who was behind it?”

Won Dae-wook looked at Song Won-in and said.

“Who reveals?”

For a moment, the audience became quiet as if water had been poured on them.

Won Dae-wook continued.

“Someone is working secretly right now. They… are eliminating factions that are weak or out of interest. “Starting with those factions that no one would care about even if they disappear.”

At that time, Master Jangmun Hyeonbeop of Shaolin Temple spoke.

“That’s right… I heard that not long ago, the Zhongli family, which used to be a prestigious family, was attacked and went extinct. iced coffee… “It’s really unfortunate.”

Then, a murmur was heard among some of the attendees, so it seemed like there were quite a few people who didn’t know.

Yes.

Won Dae-wook’s story was accurate.

Even if the Zhongli family was no longer in the world, it was not a prestigious family that people would pay attention to.

Then I heard a voice.

“Everyone should be careful what they say. “It is not extinct.”

People’s eyes were focused in that direction.

It was Tak Buyong, the long letter of the Shaman faction.

Tak Buyong said.

“There are descendants of the Jong-ri family who escaped that tribulation.”

Tak Bu-yong turned his gaze towards Han Yi-bi and said.

“Isn’t that right? Zhongli Little Colony.”

Then everyone’s eyes fell on Han Ibi.

He was momentarily embarrassed, but soon came to his senses and spoke.

“I’d like to say hello. This is Zhonglimei of the Qingcheng Sect.”

Then the rumbling grew louder.

At that time, a man who looked like a small or medium-sized man spoke.

“If it is the Zhonglimae of the Qingseong Sect… I received the name of Xiaowupailong from this year’s Murim Alliance…” “

That’s right. “It’s that Zhongrimae.”

Then, Han Ibi looked at the sky, acted like sighing, and said.

“But what’s the use of it all? I’m just an ugly descendant who couldn’t even stop the corruption that befell my family. “Ah…”

He said, tightening his arms so tightly that his body trembled.

“…This grudge must…must…”

He had stopped blinking earlier, and his eyeballs were bloodshot.

The moment when everyone in the room becomes solemn at his solemn words.

(Continued in the next part)