Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 132



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Episode 132. The calculation is accurate (2)

The eyes of the people around them turned in surprise at the mention of Jeokryongdaehyeop.

Imoo-myeong opened his mouth wide as if he was at a loss for words.

Isn’t the true identity of the Red Dragon Swordsman Han Bin, who is standing in front of Seomun Mugeul?

Seolhwa narrowed her eyes and looked at Hanbin.

It felt like a new fishing season was about to begin.

When each person looks at Hanbin with different perspectives.

Hanbin, himself, tilted his head without changing his expression.

“The Red Dragon Swordsman? This is my first time hearing about it.”

“Huh, it’s strange that this is the first time you’ve heard of Jeokryongdaehyeop.”

“I guess I haven’t heard any news from Kang-ho lately because I’ve been busy.”

“Then let me explain.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“There’s a rumor going around Gangbuk right now. It’s said that a certain Jeokryong Daehyeop has defeated the remaining blood demons of the Demonic Cult.”

“Hmm, I think I’ve heard of it.”

“But there is also a story that he was killed during the fight, but I don’t believe that.”

“But is this guy named Jeokryongdaehyeop really that great?”

“Now in Sapa, they are almost treated as gods. Who was the Blood Demon? Wasn’t he a master of the Hwagyeong? If he had subdued him, then the Red Dragon Swordsman would also be a master of the Hwagyeong. What’s even more surprising is his chivalry, sacrificing himself to save the powerless.”

“If that’s true, it’s amazing. I suddenly feel a sense of chivalry.”

“Yes. If it’s unmanned, that’s normal.”

“But why are you trying to find the Red Dragon Hero, who may be dead?”

“If he were alive, I would like to debate with him.”

“It’s not a fight, it’s a discussion?”

“That’s obvious. If the rumors are true, then your body is not normal. It will take years to recover. So it would be right to ask for a non-test, not a non-test.”

“okay.”

“Actually, I have something to tell the Red Dragon Hero before the debate.”

“Are you going to tell me?”

“I think you need some elixir since you’re injured, so I secretly brought one from the family.”

Hanbin narrowed his eyes at his words.

If the elixir that Seomun Se-ga was secretly taking was any elixir that was difficult to obtain on the market, it would definitely be Yeong-dan.

Hanbin swallowed dry saliva, wondering what was going on.

Seolhwa, who was watching their conversation from the side, opened her mouth slightly.

It was because I somehow felt like my expectations were coming true.

Of course, Seolhwa’s prediction was that Hanbin would be fishing for Seomun Mugyeol again.

That was when.

A clash of iron was heard from somewhere.

Ting! Ting!

The first to react to that sound was Seomunmugyeol.

Seomun Moo-gyeol grabbed the scabbard and narrowed his eyes.

It looked like he was about to pull out his sword at any moment.

Hanbin stopped Seomunmugyeol.

“I don’t think you need to be nervous.”

“What are you saying? Are you saying that is also the sound your group is making?”

“No, that’s not the sound of a sickle.”

“hmm,”

When Seomun Moo-gyeol tilted his head, Hanbin continued his explanation.

“That sound is the sound of a hammer and chisel.”

“A sword and a hammer… … .”

Seomun Moo-gyeol tilted his head slightly while looking at Han Bin.

Hanbin said at that sight.

“Many people are unfamiliar with the sound of a hammer and chisel. If you listen carefully, you will hear the sound of iron hitting iron and then the sound of stone breaking.”

“hmm.”

Seomunmugyeol, who had coughed in vain, listened more intently.

Ting! Ting!

Seomun Mugyeol’s eyes narrowed.

Because I heard the sound of stones crashing, just as Hanbin said.

The young man of Habukpangga heard something he himself had not heard? Seomunmugyeol looked at his son, Seomunjinkyung, without realizing it.

Seomun Jin-gyeong was a child who was said to have no rivals in her family of the same age.

Seo Moon-Mu-Gyeol, who looked back and forth between his son and Han-Bin, muttered to himself without realizing it.

“There was no frog in the well.”

“What are you talking about?”

“No.”

Seomunmugyeol hurriedly waved his hand.

The frog in the well was not talking about his own son, Seomun Jin-gyeong.

It was something Seomunmugyeol said about himself.

Seomunmugyeol thought it was a good idea to come out.

At that moment, So Dae-seop shouted from afar.

“We’re leaving now.”

In accordance with those words, Hanbin and his group began to move again.

The procession of Hanbin and his party, now relaxed, approached the place where the sound of a hammer was heard.

* * *

After a while.

Hanbin and his group stopped for a moment after witnessing a somewhat strange sight.

Ting! Ting!

Where the sound of stones being split was heard, three or four stonemasons were making bricks, and laborers were moving the stones and materials somewhere.

Hanbin glanced at Sim Miho and said.

“Sergeant Shim, find out what they are doing.”

“Yes, my lord.”

After taking a deep breath, Sim Mi-ho disappeared from his seat.

It was past time for a cup of tea when she returned.

Sim Mi-ho reported the situation to Han Bin.

“They say they are constructing a building.”

“A building? Are you building a temple or something?”

“No, they say they are building a shrine.”

“A temple?”

As Hanbin narrowed his eyes, Sim Miho continued speaking.

“It is said that the shrine is built by a strange sect called Baeksamun.”

“Sapa is building a temple?”

Hanbin’s head tilted as if it was about to break.

For a moment, Hanbin looked at the place where the materials were moving with shining eyes.

I thought the road looked familiar.

The place where the materials are moving is none other than the place where he had a fight with the Blood Demon.

At that moment, Hanbin’s mind moved quickly like a bird flapping its wings.

Hanbin, who had finished all the calculations, said to Seolhwa.

“Seolhwa, just take two pigeons.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Seol-hwa brought the dove onto the carriage with a nimble movement.

Imoo-myeong, Maengho-sa-dae, and Jang Ja-myeong nodded as if they were not particularly surprised.

However, Seomunmugyeol couldn’t help but ask Hanbin about the unexpected situation.

Seomunmugyeol approached Hanbin cautiously.

“What the hell is going on? Why did you suddenly bring up the Western-style?”

Seomun Moo-gyeol poured out questions to Hanbin without even thinking about his own face.

Hanbin answered with a kind face.

“It’s nothing. I think I need to meet the person in charge of building the shrine there.”

“If it’s Baeksamun, then it must be a temple that uses its power here. Isn’t it dangerous?”

“There won’t be any danger, so don’t worry.”

“How about I go with you?”

“It’s okay. I have something important to talk about, so it’s better for me to go alone. I’ll go now.”

After finishing speaking, Hanbin slightly bowed his head and walked towards the direction the workers were heading.

Seol-hwa ran towards the cage with the dove in it and shouted.

“Confucius! Let’s go together!”

Hanbin, who arrived at the site where the shrine was to be built a while later, narrowed his eyes.

The site for the shrine was the empty lot where he had a fight with the Blood Demon.

Around the house site, there was a beautiful pile of bricks cut by stonemasons and timber trimmed by carpenters.

Hanbin guessed that it was not a simple shrine, given its size.

It was large enough to fit a small shrine and two large halls.

Hanbin looked around for the person in charge.

Hanbin was wandering around the construction site when he found someone familiar.

He was a military leader of the Gangnam Sado League.

Ma Hui was a person who was clearly engraved in the memories of his previous life.

I couldn’t forget him, as he was the one who formed the Jeongsa coalition and then struck the back of the Jeongpa’s head.

Hanbin started following Ma Hui from a distance.

* * *

Upon arriving here, Ma Hui inspected everything: the condition of the workers, the scale of the construction, and the progress.

The conclusion was that things were going well and satisfactorily.

Now all that was left to do was to say a few words of praise to Baek Sa-mun-ju and list the benefits he would gain once the project was completed.

Ma Hui thought that it was always right to give the whip and the carrot together.

Ma Hui, who was walking around and checking on the workers, soon found Baek Sa Moon Ju.

Baek Sa-mun-ju Jin Sa-myeong, who noticed Ma-hui’s presence, was the first to bet.

“Sir, thank you for coming such a long way.”

“No. The efforts of the Lord Moon, who is in charge of the construction, are greater. As I was coming, I thought there would be no problems with the schedule.”

“Yes, thanks to the support of Gangnam Apostolic Corps and the military.”

“Support is a given. Once this shrine and temple are completed, the benefits will be beyond imagination. Some of those benefits will go back to Baeksamun.”

“I know that very well. Thank you for giving me this opportunity, sir.”

“No. It is our blessing to have someone like you, Lord Moon, whom we can trust and rely on. But… … .”

Ma Hui, who had been continuing his story, looked around and trailed off.

At that sight, Jin Sa-myeong lowered his voice and asked.

“What are you trying to say?”

“Everything is good, but I feel like the security situation is a bit lax. It’s okay when the Lord is here, but can’t he stay here all the time?”

As Ma Hui looked around worriedly, Jin Sa-myeong waved his hand.

“You don’t have to worry about that.”

“I didn’t see any particularly notable security guards on my way here. Do you have any special eyesight?”

“Rather than a blessing, my daughter and the expert from the northern part of the river that we invited this time are in charge of security. My daughter thought that it would be a good idea to leave it to the expert from the northern part of the river, as this would be the starting point for the Apostolic Union of the Northern Parties.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea. But if you’re an expert from Gangbuk… … .”

“They are two of the three Sanseo people. Come to think of it, you saw them last time, right?”

“Ah, I guess Sanseo Samsal would be enough. But why can’t I see it?”

“You’re sharp. But on the other hand, it feels good.”

“Are you feeling good… …?”

“In fact, it is hidden among the laborers. It is a measure to achieve two things at once: management of the laborers and tightening the reins of security.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea.”

“Yes, please wait a moment.”

Baek Sa-mun-ju Jin Sa-myeong gave instructions to his subordinates.

After a while, it wasn’t even time to have a cup of tea.

Three people ran in front of Jinsa Myung and Ma Hui.

They were Jin Se-mi and Sanseo Sam-sal, disguised as stonemasons and carpenters.

Jin Se-mi, who saw Ma-hui, won the lottery.

“Hello, sir.”

Then, with a slightly displeased expression, Pyeon Yukrang-ah asked.

“Sergeant Gangnam Sado-ryeon, why are you calling people when you’re already working? You already have a ton of work to do.”

There was a reason why Pyeon Yukrang-ah treated Ma-hui like this.

The Apostolic Union was divided into Gangnam and Gangbuk.

Shanxi, the stage of activity for the Shanxi Three Sal, was naturally north of the river.

The Gangnam Apostolic Union, which sometimes stood in opposition to the Gangbuk Apostolic Union, was not very pleasing to Pyeon Yukrang-ah.

However, I ended up helping with this because of my connection with Jin Sa-myeong and Jin Se-mi.

Of course, the compensation they receive also played a part.

At Pyeon Yukrang-ah’s attitude, Heuk-ui Salpung, who was next to her, stepped forward and gave a compliment.

“I’m sorry, soldier. My brother is a bit rude. In a way, I don’t think he has the right attitude toward the head of the place where he will be staying for a while.”

Ma Hui waved his hand at Heukyi Salpung’s polite attitude.

“Haha, I didn’t call you. Your Majesty called you.”

As Ma Hui glanced to the side, Jin Sa-myeong continued speaking with an apologetic expression.

“I did not interfere with your work, but as a military officer in charge of the funds, I think it is reasonable to check the security situation. Please understand, Black Death.”

“Yes, I understand. Then can we finish what we were doing?”

When Heukyisalpung asked politely, Jinsa-myeong answered.

“Yes. Since you showed me your face, that’s enough to confirm it. Isn’t that right, sir?”

“Yes, of course. You may go now.”

Ma Hui nodded with a satisfied expression.

Things were going more smoothly than I had expected.

At this rate, in just two months, the shrine and the money-raising organization for the Red Dragon Alliance would be completed.

It was just as Shanxi Samsal and Jin Se-mi were about to leave.

An unfamiliar voice was heard from somewhere.

“Please wait a moment.”

Everyone tilted their heads.

In that situation, the first one to turn his head was Heuk-ui Salpung.

Because it was not an unfamiliar voice to Heukyi Salpung.

The eyes of the Black Swordsman, who had confirmed his opponent, instantly grew as big as a full moon.