Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 173



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Episode 173. The One Who Protects the Fire (3)

Hanbin narrowed his eyes as he looked at the writing on the table.

“The public document I knew had that kind of meaning?”

Hanbin narrowed his eyes.

If so, then Gongsun Su’s explanation of the Confucian school was correct.

“Hmm, that’s a look of disbelief.”

Gongsonsu nodded with an expression that said he knew this would happen.

After that, Gongsun Su continued to give some explanations about Gongmun and Gongsun Sega.

After hearing the explanation, Hanbin said.

“Yes, thank you for the explanation.”

“That’s all I can tell you. The rest is up to your ability.”

“My ability… … .”

“The ability to solve the mystery of that mural. In fact, my grandson and I have been trying to solve the mystery of that mural for nearly ten years.”

“You said ten years?”

Hanbin, who asked the question, looked at Gongsun Su and Gongsun Myeonghu alternately.

They met Hanbin’s eyes and nodded silently.

As expected, Hanbin’s thoughts were correct.

They are fundamentally scholars.

The moment you saw this mural, you probably couldn’t contain your curiosity.

The great scholar Gongsun Xiu solved the riddle that he could not solve?

Besides, even though I touched the mural, there were no clues left about the Yongrin Sword Technique.

Gongsonsu waved his hand after seeing Hanbin’s serious expression.

“Don’t misunderstand. I was just trying to hand it over to the owner when he showed up, not because I was greedy for that mural.”

“I didn’t misunderstand. I was just wondering if I could solve the mystery of the mural. Do you think I could solve a mystery that even the great scholar Gongsun Su couldn’t solve for nearly ten years?”

“I trust you. And there’s still plenty of time left, right?”

“Well, that’s true.”

Hanbin laughed awkwardly.

This was a lie.

Hanbin and them have less than a month left.

The onslaught of plagues to come.

And Jang Woon-hyeon will become a lawless zone.

But you want me to just leisurely study murals?

Hanbin crossed his arms and looked back and forth between the mural and the Gongson tree.

Hanbin, who had been thinking for a while, spoke as if he had made up his mind.

“Do you want me to reveal the secret of that mural?”

“Rather than that, the mural itself is yours.”

“So does that mean I own it?”

“I’ve told you several times, but it’s yours.”

“Then please step aside.”

Perhaps because of Hanbin’s sudden request, Gongsonsu looked Hanbin up and down and asked in a whispering voice.

“Hmm, can I ask why?”

“Well, if you can’t stand it, you can just watch. But I think it would be better to stand a little further away.”

Hanbin looked at Gongsonsu with a more friendly face than ever.

Gongsonsu felt a chill run down his spine and deep into his bones when he saw Hanbin’s kind expression.

“hmm.”

Gongsun Su, who cleared his throat and brushed away his beard, quietly moved towards the door of the study, pulling the sleeve of his grandson, Gongsun Minghou.

At that sight, Hanbin got up from his seat and looked at the mural, recalling one of the techniques of the Yongrin Sword Technique.

‘True Dragon Sword.’

In the floating bubble in the air, the mind’s attribute was rapidly decreasing.

At the same time, a refreshing energy flowed through the blood vessels of his body and flowed into his arms and hands.

At the same time, Hanbin slowly pulled out Wol-ah.

Then he looked at the mural and smiled brightly.

Hanbin engraved the mural in his mind with a smiling face, which might be his last.

Hanbin’s plan was simple.

The rice cake that I cannot eat should not be eaten by others either.

It was what I had decided when I entered Jangwoonhyeon.

However, I was a little shaken when I met Gongsonsu.

It was a greed that came from having a great affinity for the mural and believing that it was his.

Greed always leads to mistakes.

When he thought about this, Wol-ah trembled and screamed.

Woohoo.

Woohoo.

As the sword’s name grew, a full moon-like, round sword energy formed at the end of the moon.

Gongsonsu’s mouth slowly opened as he looked at Hanbin from behind.

“Myung-hoo. Look, look over there. Did I see something wrong?”

“Oh, no, Grandfather. I can’t believe that the martial arts of the Four Princes were to that extent. It’s an ability that I cannot surpass at my peak.”

“Myung-hoo.”

“Yes, Grandpa.”

“But do you know why that guy gathers so much energy?”

“of course…….”

Gongsun Minghou was unable to continue speaking.

The place Hanbin was aiming at with his sword was the mural he had been guarding with great care for nearly ten years.

When Gongsun Minghou’s thoughts reached that point, he instinctively ran towards Han Bin’s back.

It was not my intention to attack.

I was just trying to stop it.

It was a mural that was given to Hanbin, but how could that mural be just a simple painting?

This was a mural that my grandfather, Gongsonsu, dedicated everything to protecting after he returned to his hometown.

Even Gongsun Minghou could not play outside with his grandfather and devoted all his energy to protecting the Buddha and the murals.

However, today, the first time I saw the four lords of Habukpengga, they were trying to destroy the precious mural.

Gongsun Minghou could not just sit by and watch.

Gongsun Minghou stepped on the Wuyingbo and quickly came behind Han Bin.

At that moment, the voice of Grandfather Gongsonsu was heard from behind.

“Myung-hoo, stop.”

However, Gongsun Minghou did not hear this.

Gongsun Minghou reached out to grab Hanbin’s shoulder.

That was when.

A huge wave of energy poured down in front of Hanbin.

The wave covered the wall and at the same time created a loud explosion sound.

phut!

Kuku-kung!

At the same time as the sound, a huge force came crashing down on Gongsun Minghou.

It is the aftermath of the True Dragon’s Sword.

It was too much power for even the most powerful of men to handle.

Gongsun Minghao was blown backwards by the huge force that hit him.

phut!

Gongsun Minghou flew through the air powerlessly like a piece of paper blown by the wind.

Gongsonsu, surprised by the sight, quickly ran over.

He was a more complete and anonymous person than Gongsun Minghou.

Gongsun Su quickly picked up his grandson, Gongsun Minghou, before he fell to the ground.

Bam!

Gongsun Su carefully laid Gongsun Minghou on the floor.

Hanbin looked at the mural, oblivious to what was happening behind him.

As the thick dust slowly cleared, Hanbin squinted his eyes.

If the wall had disappeared, the outside should have been visible beyond the empty space, but a strange space appeared.

Hanbin quickly used the begging and eighteen steps to infiltrate the secret space.

There was a wooden box the size of a fist and a scroll.

Hanbin quickly put the wooden box in his arms.

Even though Gongsonsu acknowledges it as his own, he cannot share everything.

The less others know about arrangements or fate, the better.

It was when Hanbin took the wooden box and picked up the scroll.

A cough was heard from behind.

“Cough, cough.”

Hanbin quietly turned his head.

There, Gongsonsu was covering his mouth and opening his eyes wide.

Hanbin approached him and spoke with an apologetic expression.

“I’m sorry, sir. To be honest, I thought you’d stop me, so I did it anyway.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. If you had been honest, I would have said no.”

Hanbin nodded quietly at his honest answer and handed the scroll to Gongsonsu.

Gongsonsu, who reflexively received the scroll, spoke urgently.

“No. This is all yours.”

“Even if it is mine, aren’t you curious about the identity of this scroll? Please check it for me, sir.”

“Hmm, then I’ll check it out.”

Gongsonsu unfolded the scroll.

Gongsonsu’s eyes widened as he checked the scroll.

Next to him, Gongsun Minghou asked urgently when he had come to his senses.

“Grandpa, what’s going on? What’s written in it that makes you so surprised? Is it perhaps a secret?”

“You see for yourself.”

Gongsonsu opened the scroll with a dejected expression.

Chorus.

Gongsun Minghou opened his mouth as he saw the scroll spread out like untied hair.

Of course, Hanbin also had to open his mouth wide when he saw the contents of the scroll.

-Good work, disciple.

It was such a concise sentence.

This was definitely a message addressed to Gongsonsu and not Hanbin.

Hanbin quietly turned his head.

It was because I understood Gongsonsu’s feelings.

I’ve been waiting for this moment for ten years, and this is all I have left!

Hanbin didn’t understand.

What kind of person is a teacher?

It was a moment that made me truly curious.

At that moment, Gongson Soo tapped Hanbin on the shoulder.

When Hanbin turned his head, Gongsonsu weakly held out the scroll.

“Here it is.”

“No. This looks like it belongs to you, sir.”

“No, this is yours. The master told me to convey everything contained in the mural to Yeonja.”

“Then I will take charge.”

“Thank you. Now I can rest thanks to you. I think it’s time to leave this place.”

“Are you planning to leave Jangwoonhyeon?”

“That’s right. I plan to spend my time educating my students in a place a little further away from Beijing.”

“When you say ‘junhak,’ do you mean Confucian scholars? Or do you mean the descendants of Gonggongmun?”

“The public domain will be passed on to the next king, so I must pass on the words of Confucius and Mencius. Haha.”

Gongsonsu laughed heartily like a wise man who had attained enlightenment.

Hanbin nodded as if agreeing with what he said.

Is there anyone who is more suitable for the words of Confucius and Mencius than Gongsun Xiu?

If he had set his mind to nurturing his disciples, his disciples might have taken control of the government.

Hanbin eats Moorim and Gongsonsu eats Yurim?

Hanbin tilted his head as he imagined the distant future.

“Sir, may I ask you one thing?”

“Tell me. It seems there is nothing I cannot tell you except the secrets of the imperial family.”

“It’s nothing special, but why didn’t you unfold the Muyeongsu?”

This was a natural question.

Gongsun Minghou and Gongsun Shu clearly showed the secret of public affairs without any secrets.

However, it wasn’t Muyeongsu that was used to take the object out of Hanbin’s arms.

According to legend, the public’s martial arts skills were made up of a golden spear used to catch objects and a long spear used to subdue enemies.

The move that Gongsonsu showed had more of a shamanistic trace than a public document.

Gongsonsu nodded in response to Hanbin’s question.

“Your eyes are right. Muyeongsu has disappeared from my squadron.”

“Hmm, that’s too bad.”

Hanbin looked at him with regretful eyes and then moved his gaze to the scroll.

You’ve been protecting me for ten years, and you’re just going to dismiss it with a single word, “Good job.”

This was not the way of the martial arts world.

Hanbin quickly spread the scroll on the floor, closed his eyes, and touched the scroll to heighten his senses.

How many scrolls have you looked through?

The secret of the Yongrin Sword Technique has responded.

[You have obtained the scattered word of the Yongrin Sword Technique throughout the world.]

[Would you like to check?]

Hanbin opened his eyes quietly and nodded.

It was a sentence that was a little different from the previous sentences.

This is also the first time the word ‘message’ has appeared.

It was clearly not intended to simply spread vegetarianism.

At the same time, a piece of paper was spread out next to the Yonglin Sword Technique’s secret recipe.

It was clear that this was the message of the Yongrin Sword Technique.

[I have two things to tell Yeonja. One is about the Yongrin Sword Technique, and the other is about the Jinryongmuyeongsu technique… … .]

Hanbin’s eyes widened as he read the passage.