Are MZ Shamans In Trouble In Romance Novels? - Chapter 56

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56.

His fierce momentum made the entire mountain tremble. The crying of the mountain vegetation was enough to stir up strong winds for a moment.

“My lady?”

At that moment, a tall beauty walked out from between the grove. Clear skin, long large single-fold eyes, and a refreshingly straight nose bridge. The man who resembled blue hydrangeas smiled toward Jacheongbi with his eyes curved like crescents.

“….”

That sight was like a painting, causing everyone in the field to lose their minds and gape.

“Indeed, they say even the flowers of Western Heaven bow their heads before Mundoryeong.”

Calisia nodded while exclaiming in admiration after admiration. Beautiful men with pure charm were bound to be appealing regardless of the era.

Whoosh-

Calisia’s face, which had been openly enjoying Mundoryeong’s beauty, turned to the side. It was because Ian had grabbed both her cheeks.

“Why are you doing this.”

Calisia expressed bewilderment at Ian’s figure filling her vision. It was because he had brought his face close to hers without saying anything.

“Husband!”

Just as the atmosphere was becoming strange, the ground beneath the two people shook greatly. It was because of Jacheongbi, who had stomped her feet upon seeing her spouse.

“Why does Father keep calling for you?”

Jacheongbi, who spoke in a sullen voice, pulled Mundoryeong into her arms with both hands. Her strength was so great that Mundoryeong’s feet lifted off the ground.

“Father is also getting older. Lately, he seems to be feeling lonely for no reason. My lady.”

“Lonely my ass! I’m the one who’s more lonely, sleeping alone while leaving behind such a pretty husband!”

Jacheongbi stamped her feet and flew into a rage. Every time she stamped her foot, the tree leaves flinched in terror.

“That’s why I came here, didn’t I.”

Mundoryeong tilted his head to the side and smiled gently as if telling her to calm down. At that beautiful smile, Jacheongbi melted away sweetly.

“…It’s as if I can hear the sound of clear summer stream water.”

Even the innocent Scholar was affected. He unpacked his bundle and took out paper and brush as if he had received some inspiration.

Swoosh- Swoosh-

The brush filled with ink swam freely across the white paper. His hand movements were close to a state of selfless absorption. How much time had passed? The Scholar wiped the sweat from his forehead and put down his brush.

“This is my humble skill.”

He bowed at the waist before Jacheongbi and presented a painting. Jacheongbi, who had been enjoying her reunion with her beloved, rolled her eyes downward with a displeased expression.

“Oh ho.”

Jacheongbi raised her eyebrows as if it was quite good. Tall trees and a valley with cascading waterfalls. It was a painting where boldly drawn lines refreshed the eyes. The finishing touch was a pair of affectionate young man and woman visible between them – Jacheongbi and Mundoryeong.

“A valley…. So you’re a human with painting skill. Come to think of it, I first met my lady at this streamside too.”

When Mundoryeong showed interest in the painting, Jacheongbi’s eyes began to soften gently.

“You remember all sorts of things. Our husband does.”

“How could I forget.”

Mundoryeong looked at the painting and brought up old memories one by one. His excited voice was so clear it was like playing a musical instrument.

“Human. Know that you’re lucky. Pass.”

Jacheongbi, who had been looking only at Mundoryeong’s lips with a pleased expression, declared he passed.

“From now on, you must capture every moment of my husband on canvas.”

Jacheongbi gently stroked Mundoryeong’s cheek with an ecstatic gaze.

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“Why must I be the one to write this damn memorial document.”

Jacheongbi, who had been writing a work report to submit to the Jade Emperor, threw down her brush in irritation.

“….”

Ian ground ink without much disturbance, and Calisia skillfully picked up a new brush and handed it to Jacheongbi. It was because the brushes she had thrown and broken already exceeded dozens.

“That damn old man anyway. How could such a parent come from our pretty husband! Heaven is so heartless!”

“Isn’t it usually the opposite. And the Jade Emperor would be that heaven.”

Calisia scratched her nose and muttered. It was because her tension had relaxed after sitting still for several hours already.

“Hey, beauty of the nation. Your inner thoughts seem to be spilling out. If you don’t want your tongue to pop out of that pretty throat, you should be careful.”

Jacheongbi warned while snapping the neck of the brush she had received.

“Hahaha. What I mean is that whether it’s heaven or earth, old fogeys are all originally like that….”

“Enough. My mood is ruined.”

Jacheongbi, who had an expression of being bored to death, stood up from her seat with her red robe fluttering.

“What are you doing just sitting there?”

Jacheongbi, who had been walking forward with big strides, looked back at Calisia and Ian. At her frustrated gaze, the two people nervously got up.

“Humans are truly sluggish. Hurry and follow me. I’ll show you around the field.”

Jacheongbi yawned languidly and waved her hands back and forth, urging them along the path.

A few days later-.

Calisia, Ian, and the Scholar. The three people sat together on the dirt ground with tired faces. It was because they had exhausted themselves not only attending to Jacheongbi but also trying to please her for the past few days.

“Jacheongbi drinks alcohol all day long… ugh, urk!”

Calisia clutched her upset stomach from competing with Jacheongbi in drinking. The trouble started when she mentioned alcohol ghosts after being asked to tell an interesting story while writing the memorial.

-A drinking capacity that even defeated alcohol ghosts…. Let me see that skill once. Here, this is Peach Blossom Wine. It’s strong liquor that even celestial gods get drunk on from the aroma.

Alcohol filled with heavenly energy. It was a precious item that even a Divine Disciple couldn’t see in a lifetime. Just drinking it would greatly strengthen one’s divine power. The problem was that the body couldn’t endure it.

“Jacheongbi swings her sword all day long.”

Ian, who had barely endured the hellish sparring, said while trembling his arms slightly.

-Empty your thoughts and focus on the sword. Beauty of the nation. If you want to be cut by my blade, I won’t stop you. Beautiful women bleeding and wounded always whet the appetite.

Ian, recalling the sword strikes that had poured down like a torrential rain, felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration. The sensation of being breathlessly out of breath. Such a feeling was a first in his life.

“Jacheongbi spends all day hugging and biting Mundoryeong, oh my…! I’m so embarrassed! Look at this – it’s no different from erotic paintings!”

The Scholar put down dozens of papers depicting shameful love affairs and expressed his disgust.

-Husband. Why did you tie your clothes so tightly today, hmm?

-…My lady. There are watching eyes, aren’t there.

-Are mere human eyes also eyes? You’re quite bashful. Our husband is. Hmm, then what should I do. What must I do to untie those clothes?

The Scholar trembled as he recalled the rough hands that had been teasing Mundoryeong.

“…Haah.”

The three people simultaneously let out sighs that could cave in the ground. It was because there were no particular gains compared to their hardships. What they had learned so far was one thing. When entering and leaving the field, a body search was mandatory.

“Those Mask Dancers flip people over and shake them out like luggage, so we can’t even hide anything in our undergarments.”

The Scholar looked down at his trouser hem with deep regret.

“How about this – putting the Five Grain Seeds inside this brush handle and taking them.”

The Scholar held up a long brush and made his eyes sparkle brightly.

“Then no matter how much they shake me upside down, the seeds won’t fall out, right?”

“It’s a good idea, but you see, the Mask Dancers don’t identify the Five Grain Seeds with just their eyes. What they really see is the energy. Things from heaven, no matter how trivial, are bound to contain divinity.”

Calisia shook her head.

“…Is that so.”

“If that brush were from heaven, it might be different… Ah!”

Calisia stopped mid-sentence and clapped her hands loudly.

“Wait a moment.”

Calisia instantly snatched the Scholar’s brush. Then she rubbed the brush tip mercilessly against the ground.

“Wh-what! What are you doing! You’re ruining the brush!”

“I’m doing this so it gets ruined.”

“No, what kind of!”

The Scholar stammered, wondering what kind of wicked temperament this was.

“Here, look at this.”

Calisia handed the brush back to the Scholar. It was after the glossy brush hair had become disheveled like a criminal’s hair.

“Good heavens…. How can I paint with this!”

The Scholar made a tearful face. It was because his head would fly off if he couldn’t paint immediately.

“That’s exactly it, Brother Mun. Now listen carefully to what I’m about to say.”

Calisia gestured for the Scholar to come closer.

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