I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch
Chapter 208: Let Us Have A Martial Arts Match (6)

Qing’s eyes narrowed.

“As far as I know, there’s only one person in the world who rudely intrudes into others’ guest rooms?”

“I knew it! That Sword Flower bitch came and went!”

“No. You. I’m talking about you.”

More than that, she was more bothered by the words “common trick”.

What? Is tearing women’s clothes such a common trick?

“I did it. It was hard to put on clothes with a dagger.”

“Why did you do such a thing?”

“Yeah. Why would I do such a thing…”

If the dagger had been a little less sharp, it wouldn’t have been such a tricky task.

But, didn’t they say it was the Blue Sword?

As befitting a famous sword, the moment even a little weight was applied to the blade caught on the clothes, it cut through naturally and smoothly.

In the end, she had to maintain an angle where no force was applied to the part of the clothes touching the blade, and gently scrape with the tip of the blade to pull the clothes.

But because the tip of the blade was so sharp, nine times out of ten the fabric would be pierced through to the hilt, grazing the back of her hand.

And when pulling it out, the blade would slip, widening the cut area.

Thinking of it as sacrificing one set of clothes, she practiced all night and somehow managed to dress herself now.

“But what’s this, how did you know I’d come to ask me to buy them?”

Then Tang Nanah shouted:

“Qing’er! You can’t go out like that! If you move even a little, all your skin will show!”

“…? Of course I’m not going out like this. What do you take me for?”

“But, you walk around completely naked in the Divine Maiden Sect. That, hobby of showing off. Even when sleeping. Ah! Don’t misunderstand? Lily always walks around with her chest all exposed too? I can understand everything. Yeah. It just looks good! I even like it! I approve! Thank you!”

“What are you talking about? And when did I ever walk around naked in the Divine Maiden Sect? I definitely wore clothes? Clothes that Master made for me herself?”

“Yeah. Yeah. That’s right. Yeah. Qing’er is right. It’s all right. If Qing’er says so, then that’s how it must be.”

“This is getting annoying…”

“Ah! But you can’t go out like that because I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Hey!”

Tang Nanah provoked her to the end and then ran away.

Hemp cloth is the cheapest fabric in the Central Plains. Although the thick, rough threads make it uncomfortable against the skin, it has the advantage of being sturdy and durable.

For reference, hemp cloth is made by weaving hemp.

Anyway, hemp clothes are extremely difficult to manage.

First of all, once they get dirty, the stains don’t come out. And once wrinkled, they leave marks like folded metal and don’t smooth out easily.

So the people of the Central Plains came up with wisdom to overcome this.

Difficult to manage?

Then, don’t manage it!

Stains don’t come out once they set in?

Then don’t try to remove them!

So hemp clothes were usually work clothes that you just wore and threw away when they wore out.

They didn’t even wash them properly, just swished them around in water and dried them.

Thanks to this, after wearing them for a few years they would turn black and have wrinkles everywhere, so if you see people wearing shabby clothes in old paintings, they’re hemp clothes.

Therefore, Qing felt much more at ease using a knife on these rough hemp martial arts clothes.

Moreover, her mind was at ease, and on top of that, the fabric itself was so sturdy and rough that it caught well on the sword tip, making it much easier to put on with a dagger in hand.

So Qing made rapid progress, managing to put on clothes without holes in just half a shichen (one hour).

Considering that last night she stayed up all night struggling and barely managed to put on a set of martial arts clothes twice while butchering them, this was quite an achievement.

Qing raised her nose high, thinking “It’s not a big deal!” and the next thing to do was breakfast.

Still, breakfast was better because it was dumplings with vegetables and soup.

She could just lift the dumplings with the dagger and put them in her mouth, and the vegetables stuck together so she could just stab them and lift them in clumps.

As for the soup, well, if she could lift wobbly meat chunks with uneven centers of gravity with the dagger, a solid bowl was nothing.

A normal person’s arm would tremble from the weight, but Qing had the monstrous strength to lift even a cooking bowl with her fingers.

Even so, it was still an effort, and Tang Nanah, who was watching, finally spoke up:

“Can’t you eat comfortably, at least for meals?”

“I only do training except for eating and dressing. And if you avoid something because it’s hard, you’ll never be able to do it. If I keep doing it, I’ll get used to it.”

It’s hard to argue against sound logic.

Instead, the listener feels a bit wronged.

For example, it’s like a friend saying this:

Why are you dozing off with your book open? Since you’re sleeping at night anyway, isn’t it better to read at least one line of the sages’ words?

You have nothing to say in response, but you feel annoyed. Thinking, how much do you read?

Similarly, Tang Nanah’s expression soured.

Since when was she so diligent in training that she’s making a fuss even at breakfast?

But what could Tang Nanah do even if she had complaints?

If she left in a huff like yesterday, after thinking it over, she felt like only that Gong clan girl would benefit, so she rushed over early in the morning.

After breakfast, she settled in the training ground and slowly went through the movements she knew to warm up.

Chatting with the bored Tang Nanah, who was sitting with her chin in her hand, was a bonus.

“Ah, right. Nanah, do you know Miss Seol Iri?”

“Huh? You mean Ice Snow Flower? Everyone knows her. But knowing her and being close to her are different things. No one’s close to her. But why?”

“Hmm? Just. I saw her once before and she was beautiful. How should I put it, did you see the tear mole under her eye? She has a very elegant impression, but with that mole right there, wow.”

“What’s this, looking for a beauty when there’s one right in front of you? Here, look at this. What’s this?”

“I hope you’re not going to say it’s a flower holder.”

“Why, I’m the Poison Flower, you know? I’m holding a flower, so I’m a flower holder, right?”

As she was having such pointless chatter with Tang Nanah, Namgung Shinjae, who always arrived first and hadn’t missed a day so far, came.

“Sword Brother? Hmm. Are you perhaps in mourning? I offer my condolences.”

“What’s this, why are you suddenly turning this into a funeral?”

“I thought you might be because you’re wearing hemp clothes. Hmm, are you that destitute? There’s nothing to hold back between those who share sword judgment, so clothing is-“

“I didn’t buy this because I have no money, you know? It’s an extension of that training from yesterday. Hmm, but I’ll gratefully accept your sentiment.”

“It’s a training method that makes me wonder what use it could possibly have. Well then, shall we check if it has any effect?”

“Great! I’ll go first this time!”

Qing rushed in without holding back.

Anyway, since the goal was to pursue softness in attacks, just defending wouldn’t be much help.

Qing drew a semicircle by spreading her tightly folded inner arm outward.

As Namgung Shinjae’s sword blocked the path, Qing’s wrist turned slightly at that moment, and the flat of the blade brushed against each other instead of the edge.

At the same time, Qing supported the flat of her wooden sword with her left hand and pushed it straight.

“Good!”

The moment he shouted, there was an opening!

Qing’s eyes flashed as she unfolded her movement.

Yue Maiden Sword Second Movement, Amuyusa.

Lightly, as if a child dancing.

Huh? Shouldn’t it not be light? It should be soft-

“Ugh,”

At that moment, all the strength left her body and her breath was cut off. And then suddenly her cheek was scratching against the fine dust of the training ground.

“Huh, huff, whew, hup, whoo. Hey, huff.”

Qing desperately gasped for breath.

When you get hit hard in the solar plexus with the tip of a wooden sword, even with superhuman durability, you have to roll on the ground.

“Hmm, Sword Brother. I think you were too absorbed in softness just now. Rather, if you had just unfolded it as it was, it would have been fine, but didn’t it become an attack that was neither here nor there?”

“Argh. Somehow you’re getting. Whoo. More cruel with your moves…”

“This Sword Brother is exaggerating. You’re fine, stop lying there and get up, Sword Brother.”

Well, it’s not like bones were damaged or muscles injured to leave aftereffects.

Qing grabbed Namgung Shinjae’s outstretched hand and got up. Her breath had returned, but her whole torso ached with every inhale and exhale.

“Still, your first move was very good. The technique of transitioning from strong attack to softness and pushing out was worthy of being called first-class, almost close to a life-saving absolute move.”

“Hmm. Is the training having an effect?”

“Well. We’ll know if we do more. Come, Sword Brother, do we have time to be like this? Life is short, even now the sun is setting.”

Isn’t it a bit strange to say the sun is setting from the morning?

Anyway, it wasn’t wrong.

And so, twenty wins, twenty losses.

This time it was a complete defeat.

However, Namgung Shinjae’s evaluation was different.

“Certainly, it seems that strange training is having an effect. I should get a sharp dagger too, no, a righteous swordsman can’t use a dagger, so I should use a longsword.”

“But I lost everything?”

“Well, it’s because I can no longer go easy on Sword Brother.”

“Has my sword skill improved that much? Enough to compare to Sword Brother?”

“Not quite. Just that I can’t go easy anymore. Your external strength is so excellent that although your sword skill is still humble compared to your realm, I can’t look down on it anymore.”

“Do you have to say it’s humble…”

As Qing grumbled, Namgung Shinjae smiled gently and gave his diagnosis.

“There were big openings because you tried to forcibly mix softness into your movements, but otherwise, the principle of softness has already melted into your swings. It’s clearly a different stance from yesterday, so I can only say that training had an effect.”

First of all, the sound of wooden swords clashing had clearly decreased, meaning the principle of flowing from strength to softness had become much more familiar to her hands.

Afterwards, Peng Daesan arrived with Peng Choryo and Qing rolled on the ground again diligently.

Still, her win rate increased a tiny bit against the two of them, so it seemed the training was definitely having some effect.

Then, before lunch, she was heading to the bath to wash off the sweat and dirt.

“Tsk tsk, you look quite shabby.”

“Ah, ahjussi. You came again?”

Cheon Yuhak was sitting right there in the same place as yesterday, this time he had even spread out a mat and was lying in the shade.

“How was the training? Was it hard?”

“Oh my, don’t even mention it. It took three shichen just to eat.”

Qing complained with disgust.

Cheon Yuhak let out an undignified giggling laugh.

“That’s how delicate the work fingers do is. Don’t fingers have five on each hand? How easy or difficult do you think it is to replace that with just one sharp blade?”

“It must be difficult…”

“Seeing your hemp clothes, it seems you prepared them thinking it would be easier than cotton. Seeing your intact hems, you gave up in the end? Kekek, then I’ll tell you a way to add some more tricks-“

“But I didn’t. I put them on with the knife.”

“Ssup. Kid, don’t lie in front of adults.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Hmm? Really? Can you swear on your master?”

“Yes. I did ruin about five sets, but somehow I managed to put them on.”

“……”

Cheon Yuhak was momentarily at a loss for words.

It wasn’t a method originally taught to succeed.

Didn’t he give her the Blue Sword, a precious object famous for its sharp blade?

Of course, Cheon Yuhak could do all sorts of things holding the Blue Sword with the same training.

But when Cheon Yuhak learned from his master, he started with an almost bladeless knife, with a blade barely as long as a finger, embarrassing to even call a dagger.

Only after getting used to that did he gradually sharpen the blade and increase the length.

Moreover, the Blue Sword wasn’t just any ordinary sharp blade.

When Cheon Yuhak was training, he hadn’t stolen it yet, so it was even more difficult than the highest level he had trained with.

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