A Bowl of Jjajang, The Son-in-Law of Jegalse - Chapter 498



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Episode 498

Martial arts competition

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– Creak.

“Please excuse me.”

Lunch break time.

Even though it was written that people were not allowed in because they were taking a break, a group of people roughly opened the door and entered.

As you enter, harsh gazes look around.

They all wear the same sword at their waists, and the character embroidered on their backs is Maeng (盟).

It was clear that it probably meant the Murim Alliance, so Banjeom was immediately put on alert.

Even a thief’s feet are numb, and since he is with someone who should never be affected by Murim blindness, he is in an emergency situation.

The Moorim police were dispatched, because we were hiding the right-hand man of Elder Ma-gyo, a Moorim public figure and the most vicious criminal.

It’s a situation where you can’t take it out or put it on.

Even though Banjeom’s servants don’t know, the leaders like Wolhee know who Chobin is, so even Wolhee, who has a knack for dealing with people, couldn’t help but look very nervous.

Having a demonic cultist with you is probably the greatest sin.

“Oh, what’s going on? Now, handsome warriors?”

Therefore, when I stuttered and asked the warriors about their leisure time, I heard Yeongyeong’s urgent voice.

[Go, go, what should I do? Speaking of the Murim League, did Cho and Chobin get caught in the dark? Apparently, the last time I went to the Murim Alliance, they put me under surveillance because they said that the Demonic Cult had invaded Fucheong! Murim Alliance, you shameless bastards!]

‘Youngyoung, the Murim Alliance was originally on our side.’

The Murim League is shameful, the tone of voice of Yeongyeong, who is already the daughter-in-law of the Demonic Cult.

Uncharacteristically, a cold sweat rolled down my face at the rather plausible reasoning.

That’s why I prayed earnestly in my heart.

Please let our Yeongyoung’s reasoning become a lost cause.

They say even a broken clock is right twice a day. I hope now is not that time.

As usual, I hope that Panga’s blood will show up brightly.

How could this happen while Cheong, the smartest person in the place, was away to talk business with Bi-yeon along with Mimi and Ga-ryeon?

[I cannot inconvenience Confucius, so if I am caught, I will commit suicide.]

I’m dying of anxiety, but even Chauvin next to me is inciting my anxiety.

I urgently whispered something to Chauvin.

If Chauvin commits suicide, it does not free me from suspicion, but rather casts doubt on me.

[Wouldn’t it be more suspicious if Chauvin committed suicide?]

[Well, then what should we do? If I get caught, will I be caught and say I was secretly hiding my identity?]

Chauvin said that he would take care of everything, but now that I think about it, we might be getting excited for no reason.

And since Chauvin said he hasn’t even mastered magic techniques that can feel full of magical energy, it would be good to get rid of him.

He shook his head and answered.

It was a bit shaky, but no way.

[No, please stay still for a moment. Couldn’t it be that you just came here for something else?]

[It can’t be possible. The opponent is the Murim Alliance. It’s not a big deal, so how could they all come and visit us? Moreover, he is a fierce tiger in his heart. It’s a military unit directly under the leader, so would they have come to deliver a letter or something? Confucius doesn’t know much about Wulin…]

“Ah, you came to visit Zhuge’s wife?”

My head turns to hear Wolhee’s delighted answer coming from the door.

When I looked at Chauvin again, Chauvin craned his neck for no reason.

“Hmm…”

‘Who doesn’t know what?’

The conversation between Wolhee and the warriors heard at that time.

“Yes, I came to see Madam Zhuge. “I want to deliver Master Maeng’s letter.”

Upon hearing that the Murim League warriors had really brought the letter, the face of Wolyeong Chobin, the right-hand man of the terrifying Demonic Cult elder Blood Flower Witch Eun Sohwa, turned red with shame.

Perhaps feeling embarrassed.

“Your wife is away for a moment. Would you like to wait inside?”

“thank you. Now, everyone go inside… huh!?”

As we entered the room and headed towards the table, the warriors looked in our direction and flinched.

I’m sure he was doing this because he knew my face because of what happened last time, but seeing Chauvin with me made my heart sink again.

‘This is why he said it was difficult for him to sleep with his feet up after stealing in his past life.’

First, I walked out as calmly as possible and greeted the warriors.

There is no need to pretend that my feet are numb just because it is a different matter.

“oh my. “You’re from Meng?”

“I see you, Master Ryu. “My name is Danju Gwon Yong, a member of the Murim Alliance’s fiercest group.”

“Ah, it was Daehyeop Kwon. “Yes, my wife was away for a while, but for some reason?”

As expected, the answer from the person in charge who knows my face.

When I gave a hand to a man named Kwon Yung, who seemed to be the leader of the samurai army, he bowed his head and said,

“Ah, it’s no different. The Martial Arts Competition is being held this spring, and the leader invited me to the Martial Arts Competition, saying it would be good if my wife and Daein Ryu could attend.

“Anyway, Lady Namgung, who was the last member, has to attend, so I’m asking you to bring all the wives to attend, or something like that.”

“Murim dance competition?”

“This is a competition where martial artists compete against each other to show off their skills.”

Kwon Yung explained about the Moorim martial arts competition, but I knew what the martial arts competition was.

Moorim’s later Jisoo (後起之秀) means gathering outstanding juniors and having them compete against each other.

The martial arts people gather promising hitmen and have them fight against each other.

Could it be said to be a martial arts-style party for young disciples who do not have a wedding and do not yet have any special names?

‘Oh my, my student is doing well. ‘The blade is so sharp that it can stab people to death.’

What a feast.

“Oh, I know what it is. But why Cheong?”

Sosoya, I understand if you are attending as a last time winner because you were a member of the previous Daejangwon, but Cheongi was wondering why, and the answer she received was a masterpiece.

“It’s about evaluating the skills of your juniors, or something like that.”

To be honest, Cheong studied martial arts, but due to illness, he has no history of working in martial arts, and Jang Jin gave him the absurd nickname of Zhuge Muhu, but that was quickly forgotten.

Although he is said to be the best in Moorim in terms of performance, Cheongi is one of the far-off juniors they say.

There isn’t much difference in age either.

However, considering that he was asking Cheong to evaluate his skills, it was clear that he was asking him to look at something like a referee from the perspective of a master, so it seemed like an interesting situation.

“Oh, I see. But then, should I be your husband?”

Well, by the way, when I asked if I would like to attend as a husband, the voice of a warrior smiled.

“Is that possible? “I would like to ask Daein Ryu to cook a dish to celebrate the Moorim martial arts competition.”

“Oh, you mean a celebratory dish?”

Can a banquet be missing from a banquet?

It looked like he was going to ask me for the banquet.

Originally, the Moorim dance competition was like the best banquet in Moorim.

‘B-but I don’t have the military number to look for anymore?’

But it is also true that I am a bit reluctant.

This spring could have been after the national air force was announced, and this was an ambiguous situation.

Isn’t it impossible for a state official of the Great Song Empire to go on a trivial catering trip?

This is in a situation where it would be inconvenient to call in a caterer.

“There is a letter here. “It was sent by Yu Ji-myeong, the leader of the Murim Alliance.”

“Ah, thank you.”

When I accepted the letter sent by the Murim Lord, the content written in the letter was exactly what the fierce warrior Danju Kwon Yong had said.

He asked me to come and prepare a dish that would brighten up the Moorim secret martial arts competition.

To be honest, the conservatism was on the verge of overflowing.

This feels like they are just asking for money to shine.

It is said that the martial arts leader’s political power is at the highest level, so it makes you wonder if he is throwing money away like this.

I was thinking for a moment while looking at the writing.

A voice coming from the entrance.

“Are you saying a guest has come to visit?”

When I turned my head at the sound of Cheongi’s voice, I saw Cheongi, Mimi, Ga-ryeon, and Biyeondeung entering the entrance of the spot.

It seems that Wolhee sent someone to give Cheongi a chimney.

They said they would talk about ledgers and copying, but judging by Bi-yeon following them, it felt like they couldn’t finish the conversation.

Cheongi’s appearance suddenly made people next to him startle and burst out in shouts.

“Danju Kwon Yong of the Murim Alliance’s fiercest team! “I meet you, Zhuge Qing, the eternal ice flower!”

“See you!”

This is a situation that makes you think that this is the voice you would hear when a private meets a general.

He kneels down on one side and is ready to bury his head in.

As expected, in Moorim, the strongest people were the best, regardless of whether they were children, adults, women, or men.

‘Anyway, what is a perpetual ice cream?’

And it feels like they even created a nickname for Cheongi on their own.

Since it wasn’t a bad nickname, Cheong asked back without pointing it out.

“Ah, so you’ve become sober with Meng Hao? “Anyway, why?”

In response to Cheong Yi’s question, Meng Haodanju Quan Yong spoke in the most polite tone possible.

Although he had already explained it to me once and was explaining it a second time, his voice was even more polite than when he explained it to me.

“Could you please attend the martial arts competition held this spring and see Hu Ji-soo’s skills? That’s what you asked for. “Here is the letter.”

Cheong took the letter handed out by Kwon Yong, glanced at the contents, and then looked at me.

“The records say they are making a different proposal to you too. What is it?”

I feel like there’s something about a proposal he made to me in Cheongi’s letter.

“Ah, the suggestion was to make a dish that would brighten up the Moorim secret martial arts competition.”

When I answered Cheong’s question, Cheong shook his head at my words.

After a while, Cheongi asked the warrior back.

“Anyway, when is the martial arts competition? “Spring is not far away.”

Then the warrior seemed to be thinking about something and quickly answered.

“I think it’s probably around Qingming.”

“Cheongmyeong?”

Cheongmyeong is one of the 24 solar terms, which is roughly equivalent to Korean Food Day. Around early April.

Cheongi answered Kwon Yong in a firm voice.

“Then that won’t work.”

Then, Meng Hao Danju looked embarrassed.

Meng Hao Danju asked back with a puzzled expression, as if he had not thought that he would be rejected so sharply.

“Uh, why? Oh, no. “Is there any reason why you cannot attend?”

Cheongi nodded in response to the question of the leader of the Meng Tiger Dan, Kwon Yong.

It meant that there was a reason why I couldn’t attend, and I was curious about the reason that I didn’t know about.

‘Why can’t I attend?’

When I was wondering what excuse Cheong was going to use, Cheong nodded and answered.

“Peach blossoms bloom in Cheongmyeong. So you cannot attend.”

“yes?”

‘Oh, that’s right. ‘Peach blossoms bloom in Cheongmyeong, right?’

Come to think of it, just as Cheongi said, peach blossoms bloom in Cheongmyeong.

That meant that my wedding would be held then.

The other wives also shake their heads at Cheong’s words.

That day will not be the most important day next year, but the most important day in the wives’ lives, so of course they can’t help but nod.

Only the Murim Alliance warriors blinked in confusion, so I explained on their behalf.

“Oh, actually, I was planning to get married to my wives, but I thought it might be around then.”

“Huh!? Are you saying that Daein Ryu is going to get married to his wives at that time!?”

“Hmm. “Well, that’s how it happened.”

Danju, the fierce tiger, looks shocked.

He quickly apologized.

“S-sorry. “We should have looked into that before making the recommendation.”

“no. “How could they know what we didn’t tell them?”

“Then, of course, the others won’t be able to do it either, so I’ll tell the leader that.”

And he quickly left the place with the warriors he had brought with him.

“what! I was surprised for no reason! “I almost fell!”

Youngyoung’s self-harming blackmail-like comment that a child who didn’t exist almost fell.

I thought the incident would end like that, but the warriors of the Murim Alliance came for the second time a few days later.

With a slightly different proposal than a few days ago.

“Dain Ryu, this year’s martial arts competition has been decided to be held in the fall, and I would like to buy Dain Ryu’s recipe for cooking. Would that be possible?”

In order to attend our wedding, the dance competition has to be postponed to the fall, and instead of coming to cook in person, I want to just buy the recipes.

The request was to make a dish that could be eaten to commemorate the Moorim BMartial Arts Competition for a long time.

‘Is this worth it?’

This is a suggestion worth making.

It was a very tempting offer and they said they would pay a lot of money.