Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 122



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Episode 122. Unexpected Movement (2)

Hanbin answered with a bright smile.

“According to the old sages, it is best to keep promises in writing, sir.”

“What on earth do you mean, Sohyeop?”

It was the moment when Gaju Jeongmu-ryong’s eyes grew wide once again.

Despite Jeong Mu-ryong’s surprised expression, Han Bin’s brush moved across the Korean paper without hesitation.

As the contents on the paper increased one by one, Jeong Mu-ryong’s eyes grew wide.

Because each and every stroke was sharp like a martial arts knife.

I’m not saying that the font is like that, I’m saying that the content is like that.

Every single stroke Hanbin drew was filled with the determination to cut the enemy’s leash.

Of course, Jeong Mu-ryong also knew that the tip of Hanbin’s sword, or rather the tip of his brush, was not aimed at Hanam Jeongga.

Hanbin is not stopping at clipping the wings of the enemies remaining in Habukpengga, but is trying to completely wipe them out.

Jeong Mu-ryong’s expression changed from moment to moment with Han Bin’s brush strokes.

Hanbin, who had stopped writing, raised his head.

A brief exchange of glances.

Hanbin opened his mouth first.

“Please sign, sir.”

When Hanbin held out his brush, Jeong Mu-ryong instinctively reached out his hand.

The expression on Jeong Mu-ryong’s face as he took the brush was meaningful. However, his worries did not last long.

Whirlyrick!

He signed right away and looked at Hanbin with a kind face.

“Is it okay now? Sohyeop.”

“Yes, it is perfect, sir.”

That was when.

A maid quietly opened the door and came in.

The maid approached the head of the household, Jeong Mu-ryong, and whispered something.

Gaju Jeongmu-ryong’s eyes widened.

“Why on earth, senior?”

Gaju Jeong Mu-ryong, who had been muttering incomprehensible words, stood up from his seat.

“So-hyeop, please wait a moment.”

“Yes, sir, I understand.”

As Hanbin nodded, Jeong Mu-ryong hurriedly left the room.

For a moment, a commotion broke out outside the palace.

“You! Why are you stopping me… … .”

“No, senior! If you go in now… … .”

A roaring sound.

There seemed to be an argument between the person trying to enter the Gajujeon and Jeong Mu-ryong trying to stop them, and then the door opened.

Rattling.

The door opened and a beggar appeared.

To be exact, it was Hong Chil-gae, the contracted master of Han Bin.

As Gwanggae walked towards the table where Hanbin was sitting, Jeong Mu-ryong expressed his embarrassment and shouted.

“Senior, you shouldn’t go that way. My guest… … .”

“How many times do I have to tell you before you understand, Jeong Mu-ryong?”

Jeong Mu-ryong waved his hand.

“No, Senior Mujeja. The person over there isn’t even your disciple.”

“Huh, why can’t you trust what people say?”

“I know you came here because you heard the rumors and were curious. What kind of disciple are you? You are joking too much.”

“Hehe, even if that’s not the case… … .”

They meowed and approached Hanbin.

Jeong Mu-ryong looked at Han Bin with an apologetic face and spoke softly.

“I’m sorry, Sohyeop. I’m not the senior who can stop you. So… … .”

Jeong Mu-ryong looked at Han Bin and Gwang-gae alternately as if he felt sorry.

Then Hanbin woke up.

“Master, are you here?”

“Haha, isn’t that too much, disciple? You order me around and then don’t even invite me to the banquet table.”

“That’s because there might be poison in that banquet table.”

“Well, then I guess there’s nothing I can do. But try explaining it to this old rascal instead, disciple.”

“What explanation do you mean?”

As Hanbin tilted his head, Hong Chil-gae continued speaking, pointing alternately at himself and Hanbin.

“The relationship between you and me. Hehe.”

Hanbin smiled back at Hong Chil-gae who was looking at him with a broad smile.

“Haha, master.”

As the whole situation was resolved with just one title, Jeong Mu-ryong’s eyes grew wide.

“Is what Senior Mujeja said true? Sohyeop.”

“Yes, it’s true.”

Hanbin nodded quietly.

“So does that mean that the direct descendant of Habukpengga is Gaebongdo?”

Jeong Mu-ryong’s eyes widened as he asked the question again.

This is because no matter how much you calculate it, there is no right answer.

At that time, Hong Chil-gae, the disciple of Muje, quickly stepped forward.

“Oh, why are you so interested in other people’s relationships, old man? He’s my disciple, but he’s not open-minded. That’s all I know.”

“Senior Mujeja, isn’t our relationship strange?”

“That’s not important right now. So… … .”

Hong Chil-gae, whose voice trailed off, glanced around, took something out of his bosom, and placed it on the table.

widely!

What was placed on the table was none other than a dead dove.

Jeong Mu-ryong’s eyes grew wide again.

“What is this?”

“It’s a Jeonseo-gu. But isn’t there something strange about it?”

“There’s something strange… … .”

When Jeong Mu-ryong trailed off, Han Bin answered on his behalf.

“There isn’t any.”

“Yes, there isn’t. That means it’s an illusion.”

Jeong Mu-ryong, who was listening to their conversation, quickly intervened.

“What are you saying is missing?”

“Haha, you still haven’t recovered from your illness. Look closely at the pigeon’s leg. This is what the pigeon fell into and brought back to you. In other words, it was in the same condition as when it fell.”

“Now that I think about it… … .”

Jeong Mu-ryong tilted his head.

There was no letter box that was supposed to be hanging on it.

Jeong Mu-ryong continued speaking.

“There is no letter. Where did you catch this pigeon?”

“It is a pigeon that was sown in Hanam Jeongga.”

“Then maybe?”

“That’s right. At my disciple’s request, I opened the Tagucheonji, the open world, outside the walls of Hanamjeongga.”

Taguchonji is a siege tactic used in open warfare, and refers to a formation that covers the heavens and earth without allowing even a single dog to escape.

“Huh, then outside… … .”

“Yes, the openness is spread out all over the place.”

“Huh, that kind of thing… … .”

“Well, I won’t be a bother to Hanam Jeongga. They’ll be taking care of their own food. But please take care of our kids tomorrow.”

“Yes, I understand. But what do you mean by the trick you mentioned earlier, Senior?”

“Someone relayed what happened in Hanamjeongga to the outside world. They saw how many pigeons flew away and figured out what had happened, and then sent out carrier pigeons somewhere else.”

“then?”

“The real messenger must have flown to your daughter or another force in Habukpangga.”

“hmm.”

Jeong Mu-ryong’s gaze deepened.

He shook his head weakly as the thought crossed his mind that not everything was over.

The children who tried to kill themselves.

One of them had his limbs cut off and was locked in a brain prison.

As Hanbin suggested, the daughter’s property, who was a married woman, was confiscated.

But here I have to swing my sword more?

It was a bit of a burdensome situation for Jeong Mu-ryong, who had not yet recovered from his illness.

Hanbin said after seeing his expression.

“I think the conspirators in Habukpangga can now be forgiven, sir.”

“You forgive me?”

Jeong Mu-ryong’s eyes widened.

At that moment, Hong Chil-gae narrowed his eyes and intervened.

“Disciple, what does that mean?”

No matter how I thought about it, he was too lenient towards his disciple, Hanbin.

In Hong Chil-gae’s opinion, Han Bin was a hunting dog that would never let go once it bit its target.

But forgiveness?

Hanbin spoke with a kind face at Hong Chil-gae’s suspicious eyes.

“I probably won’t have the strength to get up again. It’s over now.”

Jeong Mu-ryong, who had been listening to their conversation, quietly looked up at the ceiling.

Because he thought his own daughter wasn’t that easy.

Perhaps you have some funds set aside for emergencies.

Thinking about it that way, I felt a mixture of regret at not being able to convict him and a strange sense of relief that my grandchildren had a way to live.

Jeong Mu-ryong was about to tell Han Bin about Jeong-hwa’s slush fund, but he quietly kept his mouth shut.

Now, it was logical for Habuk Pengga to step forward rather than Hanam Jeongga.

However, Jeong Mu-ryong did not know that Han Bin had already taken care of everything.

Hanbin spoke to Jeong Mu-ryong, who was still looking up at the ceiling.

“If the Qingming Pill I gave you is fake, then the real Qingming Pill from Kunlun must be held by Madam Zheng.”

Hanbin now blamed Madam Jeonghwa for the real whereabouts of Cheongmyeonghwan.

In a word, a perfect crime.

When Hanbin made a kind face, Jeong Mu-ryong slightly bowed his head and continued speaking.

“Sigh… … I’m sorry, Sohyeop. It’s my fault for raising my daughter so poorly.”

Hanbin smiled brightly and waved his hand.

“It’s okay. Now, we at Habukpangga will take care of it ourselves.”

After finishing speaking, Hanbin quietly touched the necklace in his arms.

The old sage’s words that the secretly eaten sweet potato is the most delicious were not wrong.

Hanbin, who had shaken off his thoughts, looked at Gaju Jeongmu-ryong.

“My lord, I need a space where I won’t be disturbed.”

“Would it be okay if it was my studio?”

“Yes, it would be perfect if it were the master’s studio. Thank you, sir.”

Hanbin got up from his seat and took out a lottery ticket.

In fact, there was one thing that needed to be confirmed in the Hanam Jeongga family’s office.

I had already brought it up to ask for a favor, but he took care of it for me.

After a while, Hanbin, Seolhwa, and Jang Ja-myeong left the place, guided by the servant.

As Hanbin left, Jeong Mu-ryong, facing Hong Chil-gae, opened his mouth with a curious expression.

“Senior, thank you for coming, but… … .”

When Jeong Mu-ryong trailed off, Hong Chil-gae asked.

“Why are you doing that? Do you have any good liquor hidden away?”

“It’s not about alcohol, senpai.”

“Then what?”

“I am genuinely curious about the true identity of Peng So-hyeop.”

“I said you are my disciple.”

“That’s not what I meant. The sword of Sohyeop was faster than that of Hanamjeongga, and his technique was as smooth as walking on clouds. Did the Peng family have such a sword technique and technique?”

Jeong Mu-ryong’s eyes have become alive now.

All his worries were gone, and his eyes were filled with curiosity about the idleness that Hanbin had shown him.

Hong Chil-gae smiled brightly at that sight and answered.

“The law is the eighteenth beggarly.”

“Begging for the Eighteen Steps? Isn’t that the rising martial art of Opening? Didn’t you say that you are not a disciple of Opening?”

“Isn’t it true that the Begging 18 Steps are difficult for a beggar to learn? Isn’t it a martial art that only the formal disciples of Gaeboong can learn?”

“… … .”

Jeong Mu-ryong looked at Hong Chil-gae without saying anything.

Hong Chil-gae tilted his head at that sight and asked.

“But why?”

“Isn’t the eighteen steps of begging not the same as walking on clouds? No wonder the nickname of Cheongunsashin is causing a stir in Hanam Jeongga?”

“You’re the Envoy of Cheongun?”

Anticipation flowed from Hong Chil-gae’s narrowed eyes.

At that gaze, Jeong Mu-ryong continued speaking quietly.

“therefore…….”

* * *

The Gajujeon of Baeksamun, a representative sect of Hanam.

The palace was bustling with the visit of the VIP.

Gaju Jinsa-myeong gave a lottery to his opponent.

“Soldier, come in.”

“Thank you for your hospitality.”

The opponent lightly struck back.

His face looked like he was in his mid-thirties, but his graying hair seemed to indicate his age.

He is nicknamed Ikjeol Seonsaeng, and carries a weapon shaped like a brush called Pan-gwan-pil.

It was a nickname given to him because he was a cold-blooded person who would cut down anything with a knife if it was profitable.

In the political world, everyone was wary of the name Ikjeol Seonsaeng Ma Hui.

This is because he is a difficult character to deal with not only in terms of wit but also strategy.

Those who have dealt with him say this:

Even if it was a deal that he judged to be advantageous and agreed to, looking at the results, it was in the palm of the hand of Mr. Ma-Hui Ik-Jeol.

Why did such a talented teacher, Ma Hui, come here?