Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 222



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Episode 222. Water and Oil (4)

At the same time, on the Seokhwa Bridge.

People trying to cross the stone bridge stopped in their tracks.

It was because of the flag fluttering in the middle of the Seokhwa Bridge.

The character “Tang” was written in bold letters in the center of the flag.

Above and below it, the word “Sacheon” was written in small letters.

On either side, there were snakes facing each other.

This was the symbol of the Sacheondangga.

What does it mean to place the character ‘Sacheon’ below the character ‘Dang’?

It was their confidence that they were reigning over the four thousand.

How many sects can declare themselves as the rulers of a region when faced with countless martial arts masters and giant sects?

In the entire Central Plains, there would be only Sacheondangga.

However, in reality, there are no martial artists who acknowledge this enterprising spirit of Sacheondangga.

Rather, perhaps because of the nature of the Sacheondang family, most common people avoid them.

In a way, it was natural that the villagers were avoiding the Sacheon Dangga procession at Seokhwagyo Bridge.

A girl holding the hand of a child who appeared to be her younger sibling as she was about to cross the Seokhwa Bridge stopped walking.

The child asked his sister, who had stopped walking.

“Why did you suddenly stop, Hyang-i?”

“I guess I have to go back, Jeong-ah.”

“Why are you going back?”

“I think it would be better to just go back. Let’s go.”

“I’m going to go over there. There’s a guy selling candy over there. I promised to buy some for him today.”

“I’ll buy it for you somewhere other than across the bridge.”

The sister called Hyang grabbed her younger brother’s sleeve.

My younger sister Jeong-i couldn’t understand why we had to take the road when there was a delicious snack just across the bridge.

The bickering between the two siblings, who have quite a big age gap, continued.

Finally, the younger sister Jeong-i started to cry.

A beggar walking on the street stopped in front of the crying child.

“Haha, you should listen to what your older sister says.”

Jeong-i tilted her head when someone suddenly interrupted.

However, when he realized that the other person was a beggar, he quickly opened his mouth.

“What does the beggar have to do with it?”

Jeong-i looked at the beggar with a displeased expression.

The beggar responded indifferently to that appearance.

“Oh, really. Think about it carefully. There’s no need to stick your head in the shit bucket, right?”

“… … .”

Jeong-i couldn’t understand what the beggar meant.

Jeong-i blinks her eyes as if trying to solve a puzzle.

The beggar nodded as if he had expected that and continued speaking.

“Do you see those warriors over there? And do you see that flag?”

“Yes, I can see it.”

Jeong-i’s eyes lit up as if she was absorbed in the beggar’s enigmatic words.

“That’s a real headache, no, a shit bucket.”

“A shit bucket?”

The child opened his eyes wide.

Although we found the answer to the riddle, a bigger question arose.

The beggar continued.

“So, why do people avoid poop?”

“It’s dirty, so I avoid it.”

Jeong-i swallowed dryly after finishing her speech, as if she was absorbed in the conversation with the beggar.

The conversation with the beggar was like a question.

The beggar continued speaking, seemingly satisfied with the sight.

“Yeah, usually we avoid them because they’re dirty, but sometimes we avoid them because we’re scared. Like those guys.”

“Why are you scared of poop?”

“You don’t know how scary shit poison is.”

The beggar smiled broadly, revealing his white teeth.

Jeong-i took a step back.

He was a typical beggar, with a face that looked like he hadn’t washed in days and rice cakes on his beard.

His exposed white teeth looked like a wild beast emerging from a dark cave.

Of course, it was Jeong-i’s mistake because she was not even ten years old.

Jeong-i said in a trembling voice.

“Oh, the beggar is scarier, sis!”

Jeong-i turned her head and called her sister.

Hyang-i hugged her younger sister as if she was restless.

“Jeong-iya, let’s get out of here for now.”

“No, I’m more scared of the beggar… … .”

Jeong-i pointed to where the beggar was.

For a moment, Jeong-i tilted her head and narrowed her eyes.

The scary-looking beggar who had been talking to us just now had already disappeared.

It really happened in the blink of an eye.

Jeong-i rubbed her eyes. She wondered if she had been mistaken.

Jeong-i wrinkled her nose.

The smell left by the beggar still lingered.

It was absolutely not a mistake.

In that moment, the beggar disappeared, leaving behind only a peculiar stench.

As Jeong-i opened her mouth, her older sister Hyang-i spoke.

“That beggar is a martial artist, Jeong-i-ya.”

“Are you a martial artist?”

“And the people on the bridge over there are also martial artists.”

Jeong-i tilted her head at Hyang-i’s words and asked.

“If you’re a martial artist, do you just disappear and stuff?”

“It doesn’t disappear, it just moves so fast that it’s invisible to the eye. Look over there.”

The place that Hyang-i pointed to was across the river.

There was a beggar there with his arms crossed who had been chatting with him just a moment ago.

Jeong-i, who had been watching for a while, tilted her head.

“Sister, you said that Joho Hyung-ah is also a martial artist.”

“Oh, that’s true… … .”

“Then, can Joho Hyung-ah do something like that too?”

“Well, I don’t know about that… … .”

Hyang-i trailed off.

It reminds me of the Choho of Cheonsujang that I am meeting these days.

Hyang-i was the person who brought Jo-ho to life through the love letter written by none other than Han-bin.

Hyang-i mentally compared Jo-ho and the beggar across the river.

She shook her head for a moment.

There was no comparison between a warrior with a sword trying to get food and such a master.

That was when.

A beggar waves his hand over there.

Hyang-i quickly grabbed her younger sister Jeong-i’s sleeve and left the place.

It was because I remembered what Joho had said.

It was advice to never deal with a martial artist if you see one.

Well, it wasn’t something I only heard from Joho.

There was a reason why people avoided Seokhwagyo.

This is because there is a saying that you can become addicted to someone just by brushing their collar with someone from Sacheondangga.

It is not a proverb from the Gangho region, but a common rumor in the village.

To that extent, Sacheondangga was an object of fear for the common people.

The poison that could pop out at any moment and the poison technique that could poison the opponent just by brushing against the collar were bound to be scarier than the sword of a master that could split Mt. Taishan.

That’s understandable, because people tend to be more afraid of things they can’t see than things they can see.

Moreover, raising the Tang Dynasty flag like that was like a declaration of war telling people not to come near.

* * *

The beggar who waved his hand at Hyang-i let out a hollow laugh.

“Tch, what a village people!”

The people around him looked at the beggar at his rather loud voice.

Those who were looking at the beggar turned their heads after noticing the knot on his waist.

That was when.

A breeze blew next to the beggar.

Sasa-sak.

The beggar turned his head briefly, then took a step back with a startled expression.

“Oh, that’s a surprise… … .”

The beggar, whose words were trailing off, quickly threw his winnings at his opponent.

“Your Majesty, aren’t you surprised?”

“Gwanggae, what are you doing there?”

“I was watching what Sacheondangga was doing.”

“Why bother with the Sacheondangga that runs around like a wolf with its tail on fire?”

“I was watching you because I thought you were looking for something important.”

“Hey, don’t worry about them shitting or farting. Just do your job. You don’t get along with the Sacheondang guys. How can those guys who put poison in their beggars’ food be considered a political party? They’re the kind of guys you shouldn’t associate with.”

“Sir, your voice is loud. What if I overhear you and poison the Sacheon branch again?”

“What do you think? If we’re going to open up, we should also build up tolerance to poison. By the way, have you received all the money you owe my disciple?”

“phew…….”

“Why are you sighing?”

“no.”

Gwanggae waved his hands weakly and disappeared from the spot as if running away.

Whenever I mentioned Hanbin, I felt strangely weak in my legs.

Why does it feel like the more I work, the more I lose?

Hong Chil-gae shouted from behind Gwang-gae.

“Where are you going, you punk?”

“I’m going to work, sir.”

The man from Sacheondangga, who was searching for something on the Seokhwagyo Bridge, tilted his head.

Then he looked at the place where Hong Chil-gae and Gwang-gae had been.

“Who is it?”

“Why are you suddenly like this, Confucius?”

“I felt a strange gaze from over there. Hwiya, did you feel it too?”

“Isn’t there anyone here?”

“Yeah, there’s no one there right now. Well, there are many Muga in Habuk, so it must be one of them. But why can’t I find it?”

“Ah, that’s… … .”

The warrior called Hwira trailed off.

What they were looking for now was a note.

They were delivering a letter of appointment and a note containing a corresponding explanation to the Gangbuk Murim Sega.

The note contained instructions on how to open the messenger’s envelope along with information about receiving the messenger’s envelope as a gift.

However, the person who came as the representative of the party lost the note he had been keeping.

Hwi, whose words had been trailing off, asked urgently as if something had come to mind.

“Your Majesty, did you manage to deliver the note with the explanation to Habukpengga?”

“Whew!”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“You don’t trust me? When have you ever seen me make a mistake?”

“Oh, it’s not that I doubt Confucius… … .”

“Are you saying that your eyes are completely suspicious right now?”

“No, you misunderstood.”

“I don’t think it’s a misunderstanding. I’m having a hard time deciding whether to come all the way to Habuk or not.”

“Oh, I’ll find the lost note quickly.”

Hwi quickly started searching the floor of the stone bridge.

In fact, he did it because he was told to, but Hui didn’t believe the order.

In his view, the party leader’s amnesia was quite serious.

Sometimes, it was a party name that changed the names of the warriors.

Most of the things that happened to Hui during the five years he was in Tangga were due to Tangga’s forgetfulness.

Why did he send his forgetful and absent-minded son to Gangbuk, with whom he had a bad relationship?

This was because the name Dangi-myeong was evaluated as having a relatively gentle personality within the party.

Hui prayed for only one thing.

I hope that the note containing the explanation was properly delivered to the Habuk Pangga that I had already visited.

* * *

Habukpengga Gajujeon.

Everyone tilted their heads at Peng Kang-wi’s words.

The first one to ask the question was, of course, Peng Dae-wi.

“Brother, what do you mean by the unification of the Safa? Aren’t the Safas divided into threes and fives right now?”

What he said was true.

Just as the five major factions in the Gangbuk region and the five major factions in the Gangnam region do not mix like oil and water, the Sapa of the Gangbuk region and the Sapa of the Gangnam region did not interact with each other.

It was like a competition between brothers.

Isn’t there a saying that the scariest fights are those within a household?

The martial arts world of Gangbuk and Gangnam was like that.

There was almost no interaction between Gangbuk Sapa and Gangnam Sapa.

It would be more accurate to say that the relationship between the Sapa and Jeongpa factions in the same region is stronger.

Like brothers who turned their backs on each other, they kept each other in check.

It was the same with the martial arts world of the Jeongpa faction.

For that reason, people compare Gangbuk and Gangnam to water and oil.

In fact, the expression ‘water and oil’ should not be used carelessly.

They even fight over who is water and who is oil.

Oil tends to float on top of water.

Since oil is the master, there were also sects and families that claimed that they were oil.

“It was like that until now. But, at some point, a change began to occur in Sapa.”

Peng Kang-wi went to the back and came back holding a small booklet.

Peng Kang-wi’s hand, which was about to hand the booklet to Peng Dae-wi, stopped.

At that moment, Peng Daewi smiled awkwardly.

“Haha, you’re not going to give me the book… … .”

“Okay.”

Peng Kang-wi shook his head as if giving up and handed the book over to Ga-gi-gun.

As soon as he received the book, Gagi-gun quickly flipped through it.

As expected of a person in charge of information, he started by getting a general idea of ​​the content.

Kagi-gun tilted his head slightly as he skimmed through the book.

Anyone who saw it would be surprised to see that he was harboring doubts.

Gagigun asked.

“My lord, what kind of book is this?”

“It is just as you saw.”

“Isn’t this a popular storybook on the street?”

“That’s right,”

“But what does this storybook have to do with Sapa?”