Chapter 16 – Chapter 4 (1)

Shaanxi West Bank.

For those who play the Three Kingdoms game, it is a place familiar with the name of Chang’an and a region that often appears in Chinese history.

For reference, Xi’an was renamed from Chang’an during the Ming Dynasty, but since it had been called Chang’an for over a thousand years before that, many people still call it Chang’an because they are more familiar with it than Xi’an.

The Jinryeong Mountain Range protects it like a fortress wall, and the protected area is large.

In Chinese history, this land has been regarded as very important, so it has served as the capital of many dynasties, and in Fengyun Murim, it is set as a place where numerous merchants for trade with the West and ronin looking for work come and go.

Inside the forest, a glimpse of the gates of Jangan.

There, a couple of men and women were mixing each other’s bodies.

Jizz jizz jizz!

“Ji…Jincheon…Here…People…May come…Don’t know…Heheh…!”
“It’s okay, it’s okay. You can’t feel the presence.”

The identities of the man and woman were Jincheon and Hong Seol-rin.
Originally, the promise was to take her to a nearby village, but all Hong Seol-rin had was a spear, clothes, and a supply of Chwihwaeumryeong, so she couldn’t even afford to buy emergency food.

Of course, Jincheon, who was overflowing with leeway by recovering all the money collected from the corpse and the emergency money obtained from the corpses of the members of the Jujak Corps, deliberately went out without knowing.

Hong Seol-rin, who noticed his purpose, had no choice but to decide to accompany him to Jangan, where his destination and the branch of the Jeongmu-maeng were located.

Hong Seol-lin, who had mixed up with Jin-cheon more than a dozen times a day, could no longer glare at him with vicious eyes.

“Haaaaa~~”

Hong Seol-rin, who took a seated position with her thighs lifted by Jin-cheon, let out a sweeter moan than before, and naturally took the posture of a lover hugging Jin-cheon’s nape.

“Huh!”

Chuput! Chufuuk… !

“~~~~!!”

Seol-Lin Hong buried her face in Jin-Cheon’s shoulder, feeling the sensation of Jin-Cheon’s semen rushing in and her spirit circulating into her inner cavity.

No matter how far away it is from Jangan, it endured moaning because so many people came and went.

“Haha…”

Seol-Lin Hong looks at Jincheon with moistened eyes, with her poison gone compared to before.

Jincheon pushed her tongue into her mouth as if it were natural, and she also accepted it, as if she didn’t feel the reluctance anymore.

“Uhhhhh”

Act like a lover.
They mix their bodies, touch their tongues, and exchange saliva as if it were natural.

“It’s over today.”
“…That’s right…”

After kissing her, Jincheon deliberately said goodbye in a nonchalant voice.

“I’ve had a good time. I’ll be working as a nurse in Jangan for a while, so if you need help anytime, come visit me.”
“Blood…I don’t need help from a guy like you…”

For more than two weeks, Hong Seol-lin, who had been moving along a deep mountain where there were no people, and where only wild animals were present, Hong Seol-lin had lost much of her venom like the first time.

No, compared to the beginning, it has definitely become more beautiful.

At first, ‘I’m not a woman, I’m a warrior!’ If you gave strength by saying, Now, as you know the pleasure of women, the atmosphere has naturally changed into a woman.

“Ji…Jincheon.”
“Huh?”
“…No, nothing.”
“It’s bland.”

‘You mixed with me like that… Are you saying it’s okay if we break up?’

Seol-Lin Hong, despite the fact that they were separated, somehow felt anger at Jin-Cheon’s appearance that she didn’t feel sorry for at all.

‘I heard that the characteristic of a real man is to treat his woman with respect? Is it okay to be so calm about breaking up?’

Jincheon may or may not know her feelings, and she went to the gate of Jangan with her.

For reference, the historical background of Poongwoon Murim is the Ming Dynasty, and in this era, there had to be a bride ID called Roin.

This is because ordinary people cannot go to other provinces more than 100 ri without a senior citizen issued by the government office.

However, this world is a world with Murim.
That’s why Seol-Lin Hong, who showed a plaque as a soldier in the political affairs, was easily passed by the soldiers at the gate.

Jincheon is a member of the Jeongmu-maeng like her, but she lost her plaque in the process of punishing Cui Hwa-eum, a public enemy of Murim.

If Hong Seol-rin hadn’t been there, more bribes would have been needed.

“Wow. Are there a lot of people?”

As explained above, Jangan is the most active city in trade with the West.
That’s why I saw people with various hair and eye colors from time to time.

Jincheon snooped here and there as if curious about the large and spacious Jangan.

“The promise is over now, so I’ll go now.”
“Hey, wait.”

Hong Seol-rin, who deliberately spoke coldly in order to cut ties with Jin-cheon, was about to head to her West Anbu branch of her political affairs union, when Jin-cheon, who was snooping around her stalls, called her and stopped her. I put something on her palm and handed it to her.

“I thought about it before, but your hair tie is so old that I don’t know when it will break.

It was a light pink hair tie.
It was an ordinary light pink hair tie with almost no decorations, but it was suitable for Hong Seol-rin, who does not wear flashy clothes to emphasize her beauty.

“…Thank you. Later, when I fight Sapha, if I see you, I will kill you painlessly.”
“Kuh-kuh-kuh. A painless death with a hair tie. It’s a hugely profitable deal.”

Jincheon headed in the direction where her nangin meeting place was, overhearing her giggling.

“…”

Hong Seol-lin looked at her light pink hair tie for a moment, put it in her pocket, and moved her steps to the branch of her political affairs club.

She finally fell out with her man who coveted her own body, but for some reason she felt empty for some reason.

Carrying a cloth with the rotting head of Cui Hwa-eum-ryeong in it, she arrived at the Seoanbu branch of the political office.

“Who…”
“Chief of Suzakudan 3, Seol-Lin Hong. Returned after receiving the supply of the Chwihwaeumryeong!”

She shouted proudly at her guard, who was about to say something to her.

“Suzakudan!? Oh, I see! I’ll put a message right inside!”
“Sullin-ah!!”

Just as the guards were about to put a message inside, a middle-aged man heard the commotion and rushed out of the branch building.

“Uncle!”
“Ah! You really are Sullin! I’m so glad! I’m so glad!”

A middle-aged man with dignity and strength at the same time hugged Seol-Lin Hong for reunion.

“Uncle, why did you come here?”
“Of course you said you went missing! I swore an oath in front of my older brother’s soul! I will definitely protect you! Do you know how heartbroken I am after you disappeared!”
“Uncle…”

Hong Jin-dae is a middle-aged person.
He is a branch of the Hong family and becomes Hong Seol-rin’s uncle (little father).

He is fair and just, and is respected by countless warriors. Among the warriors who use spears, Yuhan Chang柳悍槍 Hong Jin-dae is a well-known martial artist.

Hong’s family was destroyed by mysterious raiders, so it’s okay for me to take over the family’s place, but Hong Seol-rin, the only descendant of the family, helps to establish the main family, and her personality is known throughout the central plains. .

Seol-Lin Hong helps herself without being greedy for her hometown, and when she goes missing, she sheds tears of emotion when she sees Jin-Dae Hong who has personally visited her.

“Thank you, Uncle…”
“I’m so glad. I’m so glad you’re back. By the way, what the hell happened?”
“That…”

She explained everything she had been through, deliberately hiding her details about her illness.

Her Cui Hwa Yin Ryeong said that thanks to the deaths of her colleagues, she was able to manage her income, and it took a long time for her to come back suffering from low internal energy and even injuries.

‘Talk about Jincheon makes things complicated.’

When Jincheon, a member of the Corps of Swordsmen, intervenes in this story, it becomes very complicated.

It is because people have doubts about the identity of Jincheon, a warrior stronger than the leader of the Jugeompa, and for what purpose he helped Hong Seol-rin.

It took too much courage for him to confess that he was aiming for his body and that he was already defiled.

*        *

‘Is this the meeting place of the nangin?’

After parting with Hong Seol-lin, I arrived at the Nang-in meeting place located in the corner of Jangan-seong.

To be precise, it should be called the Jangan branch of the Nanginhoe.

The spacious but slightly worn-out building and the ronin with grim faces sitting here and there in the empty lot waiting for something were quite lifelike.

Those faces that are easy to run away from when someone who doesn’t know anything.

Even if the ronin checked my face every once in a while, they didn’t really pick a fight.

First of all, it’s in a big city, so there are security issues, and I can be the client.

If you kick out the work, of course you will be cursed, so the reaction will come only when your identity is clearly identified.

By the way, I will live without women again for a while.
Well, it doesn’t matter.
Hong Seol-rin, because you let that bitch know her pleasure.
When we meet later, it will be quite worth seeing.

Originally, I was going to make that bitch my female, but I couldn’t get away from the concept that I had to work hard in the political affairs league as a means to rebuild my family.

In other words, in order to get Hong Seol-rin, I either have to take the rightist route, or I have to be an assistant enough to give up that will.

To be honest, one way would be to join Jeongmu-maeng as it is, join Hong Seol-rin’s subordinates, and train slowly, but I don’t like the political faction because it’s frustrating.

Let’s just focus on the fact that my technique works here as well.
If you get distracted by the prey right in front of you, you’ll be disqualified as a trainer.
Above all else, I have to be strong so I can eat and live, right?
And by overpowering the stronger female high school students… Hehe.

I opened the door of the Jangan branch of the Nanginhoe and went inside in order to become stronger and experience various combat experiences.

Kya~ All of them have grim faces saying, ‘If you get caught by me, I’ll make your life a mess’.

Inside the building, all the ronin, who were the strongest in terms of the atmosphere of their faces, gathered their eyes at me.

Ignoring those gazes, I headed towards an information desk that was arranged to face the entrance.

What was there was not a smiling usher, but a scarred man with a smoke pipe in his mouth.

“What’s your business?”

He asked about the business in a non-verbal way.

“I’m here to register as a ronin.”
“Hey, don’t you think it’s ridiculous to be a nangin to look like a parasitic brother?”

Yes.
The character Jincheon, whose appearance was based on the image of a modern man in the 21st century, looked like a parasitic brother in the world of Moorim.

Unlike my face, which prevents aging with cosmetics such as high-quality soap and skin care, there is no such thing in this era, so this difference has created a bigger gap than I thought.

Jincheon, who has the skin and face shape of the 21st century, was different from the crude Ming Dynasty humans.

Or, if you learned martial arts from a young age, aging could be prevented, but all the ronin here showed that they learned martial arts late.

Anyway, when I heard that I was a gisaeng brother for the first time in my life, I half laughed and smiled with joy.

“Is beauty also one of the criteria for choosing a rongin? Oh, and then I thought that all of them had dirty faces, so there must be a reason. Then I have to understand.”
“Her.”
“Is that bastard?”
“How dare you, a one-day puppy.”

Naturally, the expressions of the ronin around me and the receptionist in front of me became stern at my lines.

If it was me in the past, I would have bowed my head moderately because it would interfere with my future life as a ronin.

However, now that I have learned martial arts, I am different.
Someone else’s eyes? I’m strong, why do I have to watch that?
It should be you, not me, who should notice.

“Hey, kid. Where did you learn a bit about martial arts?”

The receptionist opened his mouth in a growl.

“Since you have power that you have never seen before, there will be nothing you can see. You will feel a sense of exhilaration as if you can do anything and destroy anything.”

What. That’s how I felt when I learned martial arts.
As you can see, I didn’t eat my age through my asshole.

“You know how many times I’ve seen kids like that…”
“Chung-al-chong-al-chong-al-chong-al.”
“What?”
“It’s really fucking disgusting to have to listen to the advice of an old man who has no help in registering as a ronin. It’s dirty, so should I go to another area and register as a ronin?”
“…”

What I hate the most is the old man’s advice.
I can listen to advice that has a lot of experience and pinches reality well, but I don’t want to listen to advice that has no nutritional value, even if I pay money.

In modern times, if you say you don’t want to hear it, you become a spoiled brat, so I had to put up with it because I didn’t want to cause any difficulties in my social life, but I don’t want to put up with it this far.

Snap!

Huh? Why don’t you put the money up?

“I ask the guys in here. Beat this guy out and drive him out. Don’t kill him.”

Eh? What? Real? Honto?

“It’s no big deal to take care of a kid!”
“That’s mine!”
“No, mine!”
“It’s been a while since I’ve been talking like a bitch, but it’s good!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the ronin inside the building rushed towards me.

Wow, it’s so damn hard to register for a ronin!