Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 171



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Episode 171. The One Who Protects the Fire (1)

At the same time, the spot where the dot had been sunk in.

A new model that is disappearing.

Hanbin quickly reached out his hand and thought.

Blood of a horse?

Or a knot?

Phew!

What Hanbin chose was Gugyeol.

The moment Hanbin touched the shoulder of the person who was shaking, the dot disappeared and the floor that had been closed in an instant closed.

However, Hanbin looked up into the sky in a pleasant mood.

[Check the herbivorousness with the dragon’s eyes.]

[You have obtained the Human Level Gold.]

Gold?

There’s a salary there?

Hanbin nodded his head happily, his surprise fading away, and this time he looked down at the floor.

Fortunately, Jeom So-yi took the leather pouch containing the iron coins that Han Bin had buried in Cheonri Chujonghyang.

From now on, I had to track the scent.

Hanbin bent his back with a serious expression and wrinkled his nose.

Hanbin, who had been looking down at the floor without even blinking, got up from his seat.

I figured out where the scent was coming from.

Then a small noise began to be heard from somewhere.

Ki-ki-ki-ki.

what?

A strange sight entered Hanbin’s eyes as he tilted his head.

The ceiling began to shake.

Ki-ki-ki-ki.

The sound rang out again.

Looking closely, I saw that the ceiling was not shaking, but rather tilting.

Hanbin quickly picked up a torch by the wall.

Then he disappeared from the spot, raising a light cloud of dust.

Sasa Sak.

After a while.

The place where Hanbin appeared was a dead end.

Instead of the road being cut off, there was a circular exit leading upwards.

Hanbin quickly came out to the exit.

The moment he was about to look around, a thick voice struck Hanbin’s ear.

“Who are you?”

“·… … .”

Hanbin looked at the man without saying anything.

There was also a possibility that he was a person who had no relation to the disappeared Jeomsoi.

The man looked to be in his mid-thirties, and he was holding his sword out in front of him.

The realm of martial arts is at its peak.

Around him, ten warriors are preparing to draw their swords.

A scent that tickled Hanbin’s nose for a moment.

Hanbin’s goal was still here.

That too, very close.

Hanbin said with a grin.

“I came to get my money.”

In a way, this wasn’t a lie.

The tendons on the back of the warrior’s hand twitched as he held the scabbard.

“What kind of money is that? You’re breaking into someone else’s house to find money? You’re clearly a thief.”

“The thief is not me, he is somewhere here… … The thief who stole my money.”

“Nonsense. Do you know where this place is and come here to steal?”

“Where is this?”

When Hanbin tilted his head, Musa answered with an angry expression.

“You have truly come to the grave of your own accord.”

“Hmm, if possible, I would appreciate it if you could answer a little more kindly… … .”

That was when.

A student of Hanbin’s age slowly walked towards me from behind.

“Cheongmyeong, stop it.”

At that voice, Musa quickly retreated.

Everyone’s attention was drawn to the student at his clear voice.

The scholar walked slowly and stood in front of Hanbin.

“I am Gongsun Myeong-hu of the Gongsun family. What brings you to our Gongsun family?”

“·… … .”

Hanbin tilted his head, touching his nose.

I felt a faint but strong affinity for the scholar named Gongsun Myeong-hu in front of me.

But are you polite?

Hanbin continued speaking, his memory of Gongsun-ga coming back to him for a moment.

“By any chance, what is your relationship with Mr. Pajuk Gongsonsu?”

Hanbin asked as politely as possible.

The name Pajuk Gongsonsu was a famous figure among Confucian scholars, not the martial arts world.

The nickname Pajuk (破竹) came from his belief that he would break rather than bend.

Seo-saeng answered Han-bin’s question with a look of surprise.

“This is my grandfather.”

“You’re my grandfather?”

Hanbin’s eyes widened.

I asked because the surname Gongsun is not common, and it turned out to be the Gongsun family that Hanbin remembered.

It would be more correct to say that Gongsun Se-ga is a Confucian scholar-official, not a martial arts scholar-official.

Is there a connection between the family that has produced the emperor’s teachers for generations and the events that will take place in Jangwoonhyeon?

Even though I tried to recall my memories from my past life, I couldn’t understand the current situation.

At that time, Gongsun Minghou asked.

“By the way, what do you mean by coming to get money?”

“Who stole my iron fence?”

“Did you see him going home?”

“I must have chased after him because I saw him. I clearly gave the money to Buddha, but someone stole it. That’s why I followed him and ended up here.”

“It’s an iron plate… … . It’s such a common iron plate, and it doesn’t even have a name written on it. How are you going to find it?”

“I’ve never lost anything of my own. You can tell when you see it.”

“Then would you like to look for it?”

After finishing speaking, Gongsun Minghou clapped his hands.

Clap clap!

At the same time, a maid came from behind carrying a sack.

For a moment, Hanbin looked at them with a dumbfounded expression.

The bag the maid brought was exactly the same as the one Jeomsoi had taken and disappeared with.

In addition, the scent coming from the sack matched exactly the scent that Hanbin had buried in the iron fence.

But why are you showing me the handle so casually?

The maid put the sack down in front of Hanbin.

widely.

Gongsun Minghou said.

“Please take a look.”

The expression on Gongsun Myeonghu’s face was calm as he crossed his arms.

Hanbin took a moment to organize what had happened so far.

Would it be a crime to take this sack from Gongsun Se-ga?

Can we criticize that Jeomso-i and Gongsun Myeong-hu are the same person?

What Hanbin was looking for was not Jeom So-i, but something that an unidentified force was after.

It could be a treasure, a secret weapon, or an elixir.

Given the circumstances so far, it was clear that the treasure was related to Gongsun Sega.

If so, then the answer had to be found here.

In order to get the answer, he had to start fighting with Gongsun Minghou.

Hanbin opened the bag and grabbed an iron coin with the character for flower written on it.

“My iron fist is here.”

Hanbin showed the iron sword to the student and put it in his bosom.

Gongsun Minghou tilted his head slightly as he watched Hanbin nonchalantly pack his iron weapons.

Hanbin didn’t miss the change in expression.

Then he quickly took the lottery.

“I found my stuff, so I’ll go now.”

Gongsun Minghou’s eyes widened at Hanbin’s completely changed attitude.

“Please wait a moment.”

“No. Come to think of it, it wasn’t a thief who took it, but rather the caretaker of the Wabul who misunderstood what he did. Well then, that’s all… … .”

“The manager? Please wait a moment, Confucius.”

Gongsun Minghou’s voice trembled slightly because he was so desperate.

Hanbin continued speaking without missing the gap.

“Don’t panic. Just because you’re a Confucian scholar, is there any guarantee that you won’t have an intelligence organization? The Imperial Family probably won’t like that.”

“·… … .”

“Would I really confess this to the royal family? I’m not that kind of person.”

Hanbin waved his hands and turned around.

Hanbin turned around and walked towards the front door as if nothing had happened.

Thud thud.

At that moment, a breeze blew across Hanbin’s earlobe.

Sigh.

Gongsun Minghou appears in front of Hanbin.

He looked at Hanbin, unable to hide his bewildered expression.

Hanbin, who saw Gongsun Myeonghou’s trembling lips, opened his mouth first.

“Step without shadow?”

It was a soft voice that only Gongsun Minghou could hear.

“Uh, how… … .”

Gongsun Minghou looked at Hanbin, his voice trailing off.

Hanbin, who confirmed the expression, continued speaking.

“It’s a secret that no one would know. But, coming from a prestigious scholar’s ​​family, Muyeongbo… … This seems a bit strange. However, I will keep it a secret.”

Hanbin laughed brightly.

Muyeongbo was one of the outstanding light-hearted techniques comparable to the Gugeopsippalbo.

The name Muyeongbo comes from the fact that it moves so fast that its shadow cannot be seen.

It was a martial art that was passed down from generation to generation in the Kongkongmun (空空門), a sect of thieves.

Of course, Hanbin had not seen Muyeongbo in his past life.

The public document in my previous life’s memories has not appeared in the world of martial arts since some time ago.

Hanbin was certain that what Gongsun Myeonghu had shown was indeed Muyeongbo through his expression.

But there was someone in the Gongsun family who learned the Wuyingbo, which was taught by Gongsun Shou, the emperor’s teacher!

At this point, Hanbin had forgotten where the treasure was and became curious about the identity of Gongsun Se-ga.

Hanbin decided to provoke Gongsun Myeonghou a little more.

“I enjoyed watching the light-hearted techniques. That’s all for now!”

As Hanbin was walking along, the door suddenly opened.

Rattling.

An old man with gray hair walked through the wide open front door.

Although it didn’t look like an unmanned vehicle, its momentum was unusual.

He was hiding his expression so thoroughly that it didn’t look like even a single drop of blood would come out if he was pricked with a needle.

In addition, his sleeves were so stiff that you would have thought they were blades.

Hanbin recognized him as the great scholar Babuk Gongsun Shou, who was the emperor’s teacher.

Hanbin quietly gave him a lottery ticket.

“I greet you, Elder Gongsonsu.”

“Haha. How did you recognize me?”

“You have such a bold personality and such a bold outfit, so if I don’t recognize you, then my eyes must be deceiving me.”

Hanbin raised his head and smiled an invisible smile.

At that sight, Gongsun Su glanced at Gongsun Minghou.

“What happened, Myung-hoo?”

“Father, so… … .”

Gongsun Minghu quietly explained what had happened to Hanbin.

Of course, I am talking about meeting Hanbin here as Gongsun Myeonghou, not as Jeomso-i.

After hearing the story, Gongsonsu bit the man.

* * *

After a while.

In the corner of the pavilion of Gongsun Sega, Han Bin, Gongsun Minghou, and Gongsun Sui looked at each other with steaming teacups in front of them.

As the footsteps of the maid who brought out the tea disappeared into the distance, Gongsunsu opened his mouth.

“Why did you follow after Myung-hu?”

“It’s a secret.”

“A secret? How can you call it a secret after entering the tiger’s den?”

“I know I’m in a tiger’s den, but I can get out at any time.”

“You can go out?”

“Of course. Even if you go into a tiger’s den, if you keep your wits about you, you can survive.”

“That is a lie told by our ancestors to give false hope.”

“Haha, if that’s what you say, then I guess I have to believe it. But a tiger can’t even catch a tiny sparrow.”

“You say you are confident in your ability to fly. You can escape, but will your family be able to escape as well?”

“·… … .”

Hanbin quietly looked into Gongsonsu’s eyes.

There is no emotion, no playfulness, no life.

It was clear that Gongsun Su was currently engaging in politics that would only be practiced in the imperial court.

Politics is a process of taking what you can and giving what you have to give.

The problem was that it was clear what to receive, but there was nothing to give.

Hanbin said, smiling awkwardly.

“Can you tell me which family I belong to?”

“Then shall we try to guess?”

For the first time, a change occurred in Gongsonsu’s expression.

It was like the expression of a tiger looking at a puppy.

Hanbin tilted his head.

There was no time for the scholar to sit across from the martial artist.

Gongsonsu took out things one by one from his bosom.

widely.

widely.

Gongsonsu placed several items on the table and gestured towards Hanbin.

It was as if he was telling me to check.

Hanbin saw the object and smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

“I see. When did you take my things from my arms? Sir.”

The items that Gongsonsu took out were the ones that were in Hanbin’s arms.

Gongsonsoo continued speaking.

“Didn’t you already know?”

“Did you get caught?”

“Give me my stuff too.”

Hanbin took a scroll out of his bosom and placed it on the table.

Hanbin continued speaking.

“Are you really the old man Gongsun Su, the true master of the imperial family?”

“Who are you? How did you find your way into my arms?”

Gongsonsu’s expression changed once again.

This time, curiosity was piqued.

Hanbin and Gongsonsu used the clever trick of Geumnasu to steal things from each other’s arms.

And now I have them lined up in front of me.

There was a moment of silence in the conversation, and Gongsun Minghou, who was standing next to him, was looking at the bright moon as if he had no idea what was going on.

At that moment, an unexpected wind blew through the pavilion.

Wheezing.

One of the pouches taken out from Hanbin’s arms fell to the side and its contents rolled out.

Degururur.

It was the red blood stone that Hanbin had received from the emperor.

In that moment, Gongsonsu’s eyes widened.