A Bowl of Jjajang, The Son-in-Law of Jegalse - Chapter 563



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Episode 563: The Fundamentals

“Hey, Cheonma!?”

“Gaga, you’re really a Cheonma? Really!? No, that was just what you said earlier?”

“I, my lord···.”

The friendly atmosphere that had been created when I met my mother at the mention of my son-in-law immediately changed into an atmosphere of imminent conflict.

That’s understandable, since the leader of the Cheonma Sect, the greatest force threatening the martial arts world of the Central Plains, has descended upon our house in person.

Even though my mother was an elder of the Cheonmasin Church, it was completely different from that.

That’s why Cheong-i, Mimi, and Yeong-yeong hurriedly blocked my path with surprised faces, and the woman who introduced herself as Eunchimtalhon Okso-gyo, who was a friend of my mother, looked surprised at my words and then pulled out the silver needles in her hand as if she was about to leave.

But it feels like they’re both confused.

Okso-gyo, who was startled by Cheong-i’s huge energy spreading out, shouted at her poor mother in a sharp voice instead of Cheong-i.

“You must have known that Eunsohwa!? And how dare you mention her name!”

At the same time, a surprised voice burst out from my mother’s mouth.

“Hey, Cheongun-ah, what’s wrong!?”

I felt like my mother’s question probably had a lot of meaning in it.

From how Cheong-i came to have such incredible internal energy that was even greater than before, to how I recognized Cheonma right away.

But before I could answer my mother’s question, a languid voice came out of Cheonma’s mouth, and a light of curiosity appeared in Cheonma’s eyes as he locked eyes with mine.

“Who said it was okay to come out without my permission?”

I feel like these words were not said to me, who revealed my true identity, but to the woman named Okso-gyo who pulled out the silver needle.

-Quadduck.

As expected, the body of the woman named Okso-gyo was stuck to the floor of the pavilion as if it had been pressed down by a press.

“Ugh… I’m sorry….”

Okso-gyo, clinging to the floor of the pavilion with bloodshot eyes, begging for forgiveness.

As expected, Cheonma was Cheonma.

A force worthy of the world’s strongest martial arts master.

Even just looking at it, it felt like it was some kind of derivative technology of the Simgeom.

Isn’t it “heart-killing” or “heart-striking”?

And as if to confirm my thoughts, Cheong-i’s incredulous voice flew into my ear.

[S, really! This is a tongue, a mysterious realm!? If a fight breaks out, I will somehow stop it, so you should take Mimi and Yeongyeong and escape!]

‘Is this really Hyeon-gyeong?’

Cheong-i’s realm is Hwa-gyeong (??).

A state where one’s body becomes optimally suited to learning martial arts and one can control one’s energy at will.

However, the realm above it was a realm that reached the beginning of the Heart Sword, so it could be said that there was a big difference.

If Cheong-i is at the peak of physical strength, then Hyeon-gyeong is at the beginning of a realm where she can attack and kill enemies with her mind.

That’s why Cheong-i was so surprised.

No matter how fast and long the Qing is, it will never be able to win against the Heavenly Horse.

I quickly rolled my head.

In order to understand Cheonma’s intentions.

‘Judging by the atmosphere, it doesn’t seem like they’re going to conquer the Central Plains, but why on earth did Cheonma follow his mother?’

Although there were some crazy Heavenly Horses who actually took action to conquer the Central Plains, the average Heavenly Horse was someone who made the Central Plains tremble just by ruling.

In reality, it is rare for a Heavenly Horse to be used to conquer the Central Plains.

Also, judging from the fact that Biyeon didn’t say anything, it seems like there were no other people who followed Cheonma.

Since he only brought his mother and a woman named Okso-gyo, it seemed that he had not come to conquer the Central Plains at all. Furthermore, judging from the fact that his mother introduced him as a friend, it seemed that Cheonma was trying to hide his identity.

In that case, the situation where the best person, who often appears in the Cheonma setting, is free is the most likely.

I quickly came to my senses and said, feeling like I was out playing in the central plains because I was free.

“All ladies, calm down. This isn’t the place for Father Ryu to draw his sword on a guest.”

“yes?”

“What did you say?”

“My lord?”

First, calm down the ladies, then Cheonma.

“It seems like you came from the cradle of the Central Plains, but I was flustered and made a mistake. First of all, I apologize and welcome you. Cheonma.”

Then, the embarrassed wives turned their heads to look at my face, and Cheonma’s curious eyes blinked with embarrassment.

I guess I didn’t know I would say I welcome the Heavenly Horse.

-Exactly!

Then, a woman named Ok So-gyo gasped for breath as her body relaxed when Cheonma’s fingers made a clicking sound.

As Cheonma waved his hand, Oksogyo quickly crawled towards Cheonma.

And he positioned himself so that he could lean against the armrests of the chair.

“That’s interesting.”

Cheonma leaned against the body of a woman named Okso-gyo, smiling faintly at the corners of his mouth.

She asked me.

“How did you know?”

Perhaps he was asking how I knew his true identity, but then Ok So-gyo, who had no learning ability, stepped forward again.

“Sure, that’s what that bitch said!”

At those words, Cheonma also shook his head.

Because he died quickly, came back to life, and then came out again.

In the end, Okso-gyo became stiff and became a real armrest as if Cheonma had done something.

Then Cheonma looked at me again.

It felt like I was being asked to answer a question about how I figured it out.

Her golden eyes were watching me.

But how can we explain the fact that the blond, golden-eyed, oily Cheonma was a martial arts cliché that we often saw in our past lives?

‘What should I say, ma’am?’

Originally, Cheonma was often portrayed as a man with pitch-black hair, a cold-hearted and heartless personality, and an absolute indolence.

But that is a story of old martial arts before the emergence of new martial arts.

In the new martial arts novels I enjoyed watching, Cheonma was always a blonde woman.

That was because the setting created by a famous writer was a big hit.

The ten thousand great mountains that Cheonma used as his base are usually replaced by the Cheonsan Mountain Range in reality.

It is located a little further west from Wulumuqi in Xinjiang, which connects to the Silk Road via Dunhuang.

So, the fire worship of Cheonmasinism is also a modified form of Zoroastrianism, which came along the Silk Road as a fire-worshiping religion, and Cheonma, the leader of Cheonmasinism, is a descendant of the missionary who spread Zoroastrianism in the Central Plains, so he should be depicted with blond hair.

To be exact, the setting was that he was a descendant of someone who had been sold as a slave from Europe to Arabia, became free, became absorbed in Zoroastrianism, and went to the Central Plains to spread the gospel, so it was argued that Cheonma should naturally be blond.

Being accepted as a cult leader means that there is something that is clearly different from the Central Plains people, and that it cannot be done with force alone, and since it requires evidence that people can see, it is necessary to have blond hair, golden eyes, and white skin, which are different from the Central Plains people.

Another reason why Cheonma was so strong was because he had the physique of a Westerner, so he was able to learn Central Plains martial arts much faster. As a result, his opinions were able to quickly become the mainstream of new martial arts.

Since having big eyes and a large chest is a natural characteristic of Westerners, it was a really solid opinion in many ways.

Of course, those familiar with old martial arts would protest that it was ridiculous for a blond missionary to become a Heavenly Horse, but since there was already an opinion that Alexander the Great was worshipped in the East as a Buddhist god called Wei Tai Tian, ??it wasn’t such an absurd story, and the blond, large-breasted, golden-eyed Heavenly Horse quickly became the mainstream of new martial arts.

Later, when someone comes up to tackle him, the setting that Cheonma is blond and oily is dismissed as a story that also appears in Goguryeo’s watermelon painting.

‘I found out that this world was a fundamental world.’

Of course, I was in the position of supporting the blond, golden-eyed, oily Cheonma, so I thought that this world I was in was a more fundamental world than I thought, but first, I had to answer Cheonma’s question quickly.

He quickly answered, throwing away his winnings.

“I just felt that way the first time I saw it. I didn’t get any warning from my mother or anything. I just naturally thought it was a heavenly horse the moment I saw it. There is absolutely no lie in this.”

Cheonma looked at me intently in the eye at my answer, nodded, and said.

“Surely my thoughts are not lying.”

‘Oh my. You read my thoughts too?’

Ideology: the ability to understand the meaning of what the other person is thinking.

It was said that you can understand the meaning without reading the entire content, but it means that you can clearly judge the degree of truth and falsity.

I answered, thinking that I must be very careful when talking to Cheonma.

“Of course. I wouldn’t lie about something like this.”

Then Cheonma nodded his head.

She asked me back.

“Yeah, I didn’t know I would be welcomed, so how do you plan on welcoming me?”

Now, the smile that appeared at the corners of Cheonma’s mouth became clear.

He answered with a smile, clearly in a playful manner.

“Actually, there is a happy occasion in our family.”

“slope?”

“Yes, because I am getting married soon. So, since my mother is coming, I naturally wanted to invite her to the wedding. Since you came with me, would you like to be my guest at the wedding banquet?”

What I proposed to Cheonma was for him to be a guest at the wedding banquet.

I couldn’t think of how I would introduce the craftsmen and how I would place them in the same space as the people of the Central Plains martial arts world, but Cheonma was surprisingly docile right now, so if I made a mistake, everyone here would be wiped out in an instant.

Cheong-i could probably hold out for a while and escape, but since the rest wasn’t guaranteed, they decided to focus on pleasing Cheon-ma for now.

He’s not the kind of person who would go just because you tell him to.

And since there was a devil, I couldn’t just ask my mom to go to the wedding.

‘I don’t know what I’ll do later.’

[Old man, what are you trying to do!?]

[Gaga, are you crazy!?]

[My lord!?]

My suggestion made my wives gasp in surprise, but what could I do?

This is the only method that comes to mind, but I have to get through this moment.

Then, Cheonma slowly nodded his head.

Cheonma smiled and said to his mother.

“Sohwa, you have a very interesting son. Then I will personally attend your son’s wedding and congratulate him. It will be fun.”

At those words, my mother looked at me and smiled awkwardly.

With a look in his eyes that said, “What on earth are you trying to do?”

‘I don’t know either. Let’s just move on for now.’

***

After finishing greeting Cheonma, I stepped aside for a moment.

I asked for permission to say hello to my mother, something I hadn’t been able to do before.

“Cheonma, no, what should I call you? It seems rude to call you Cheonma.”

“Call me whatever you want. And how do you call me?”

“I’d like to briefly say hello to your mother. Is that okay?” “You’re not a member of our church, so you don’t need to ask my permission. Oh, it must be because of Sohwa. I came to my son’s house, so Sohwa doesn’t need to ask my permission until I find her.”

“Go, thank you. Holy Spirit.”

As I arrived at my abode on the cliff after a long time, dragging my mother and wives, questions poured out at me.

The questions I had been holding back came pouring out like crazy.

“Cheongun-ah! How could that be? What on earth are you going to do? There will be a lot of people from the Central Plains martial arts world at the wedding banquet.”

“Gaga, are you crazy? What are you going to do if you invite Cheonma to the wedding?”

“My lord, Mimi is scary. What, what kind of monster is that….”

The mother was surprised and the wives were surprised in their own way.

He said, embracing his mother and wife in his arms.

“Wouldn’t that work out somehow? Now our family is celebrating something delicious again.”

“No, Cheongun-ah, that’s true···.”

“Let’s not break up and live together forever, Mother.”

“Yes, forever?”

My mother, all her worries disappeared from her mind just after I spoke.

I introduced Mimi to my mother, whose eyes were wide open.

“Oh, and this is Mimi Morong, your mother’s new daughter-in-law. Please introduce yourself to Mimi.”

“Hey, nice to meet you, Mother.”

“So, Mimi? She’s pretty. Where does this guy find such pretty women….”

“Mom, I missed you.”

“Oh, you said Yeong-yeong?”

“Yes, Mother.”

As the conversation between the wives and the mother continued, I thought to myself.

‘But really, what should I do?’

Because I felt like I was really screwed.