Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 224



Only Noblemtl

Episode 224. The Dark Curtain (1)

Peng Hyuk-bin and Han Bin, who came out of the house, narrowed their eyes.

I was curious about the identity of the magic book that was gathering the Sapa.

Hanbin asked.

“Brother, what is the name of that book?”

“Hmm, let’s see. I saw it earlier and there was no title… … .”

Peng Heok-bin took out a book from his bosom. Then he squinted his eyes as he turned the pages.

For a moment, Peng Hyuk-bin shook his head.

“No matter how hard I look for it, I can’t find the title. Would you like to look for it yourself?”

“Then can I borrow that book for a few days?”

Hanbin held out his hand, as if he thought Peng Heukbin would naturally hand over the book.

Peng Heuk-bin stopped handing over the book.

Hanbin asked at that sight.

“Why are you like that, brother?”

“You’re not asking for it for free, are you?”

“Of course, how about a game of martial arts tomorrow?”

“Ugh, once is a shame, so how about twice?”

“I am fine.”

When Hanbin smiled, Peng Hyukbin also smiled.

After finishing the negotiation, Peng Heuk-bin handed the book over to Han Bin.

Hanbin said, putting the book in his bosom.

“I will tell you as I read it.”

“You can give it to me late.”

“Yes, brother. Then I’ll take my leave… … .”

Hanbin disappeared from his seat.

Peng Hyuk-bin clicked his tongue at the sight.

“Everything is good, but you have a very impatient personality.”

Peng Dae-wi, who was following behind, clicked his tongue as well.

“Tsk tsk, being impatient is a family trait.”

“The temperament of the family? Do I look like I have a hasty temper to you, uncle?”

“Of course you look in a hurry. If I add one more thing to that, it’s that you’re crazy about the rain. Am I wrong?”

“You are mistaken. I think I am the calmest in the family. And the most gentle, Uncle.”

“Well, I’ll admit it.”

“thank you.”

“By the way, what did you whisper in my ear earlier that made our head of the household burst out laughing and disperse the group?”

Peng Dae-wi waved his hand as if he couldn’t stop himself and changed the subject.

What Peng Daewi asked was what had happened before when Han Bin seemed to know the whole situation and Peng Hyuk Bin had intervened.

Peng Heuk-bin thought back to that time for a moment and then said.

“They said he was a genius.”

“A genius?”

“Hanbin said that he was a genius on par with Zhuge Liang. Well, to be exact, he was a genius even greater than that.”

“Oh, I see.”

“But why do you have that expression?”

“I’m just wondering if what you said is true… … .”

Peng Hyuk-bin turned his head to glance at Peng Dae-wi, whose voice trailed off slightly.

There was a cask of wine that Peng Dae-wi had brought out.

It looked like there was quite a bit of alcohol left.

Peng Hyuk-bin said.

“Don’t you have to clean that up too? I’ll help you.”

“Okay, let’s finish up the rest of our conversation over a drink.”

After finishing speaking, Peng Dae-wi quickly changed direction.

In the direction where the ruling party is located.

* * *

Hanbin sat at the table and opened a book.

At that time, Seolhwa brought Cheonghwa in.

Cheonghwa’s complexion was gradually returning to normal.

When I first woke up, I was so lifeless that I mistook myself for a ghost, but now I was starting to act more like a human.

But I still feel like a sick person.

The problem was that his physique was gradually shrinking.

Could this be a side effect of the delayed public speaking?

I still couldn’t figure out what it meant.

Because I had never experienced the special constitution of being a public servant in my previous life.

It seemed that Cheonghwa would become similar to Seolhwa in just a little while.

Now it didn’t seem strange for Cheonghwa to call Seolhwa “sister.”

Seol-hwa tilted her head at Han-bin’s gaze and quietly poured the tea.

Uruk.

Hanbin smiled brightly.

Seolhwa tilted her head and asked.

“Why are you like this, Confucius?”

“The sound of the tea water flowing is quite refined, almost like that of a Taoist.”

“What kind of Taoist is a Taoist, tsk.”

Seolhwa looked at Hanbin as if she was dumbfounded.

Hanbin smiled without saying anything.

It was because Seolhwa seemed unaware of her own changes.

There was no longer any trace of murder in Seolhwa’s sight.

When I first came to Cheonsujang, I was a child who had a beautiful smile and a life behind it.

Hanbin wet his lips with tea and turned the page.

If you were to pick the person who first knew about Sapa’s movements within the Habuk Pengga, it would naturally be Han Bin.

Because the first hero created by Sapa was none other than the Red Dragon Hero, also known as Hanbin.

The problem is the identity of the character in the storybook.

It was clear that the character in the book was probably someone other than Hanbin.

There seemed to be something dark about this part.

Otherwise, there would have been no movement to unite the Ten Great Clans against the Apostolic League.

In addition, the place where the Mugajihoe is held is none other than Sacheon.

Then I thought that there might be a mastermind behind Sapa’s movements.

And it was they who set the mood ablaze with this book.

Perhaps this book was not widely distributed on the market.

At first glance, it is clear that this is not a hand-copied book, but a manuscript.

It was a story about someone else copying a story they had written.

Hanbin narrowed his eyes.

There were many sentences missing from time to time in this book.

Books that are handed down in this way may have stories that change during the transcription process, or parts that were previously there may be omitted.

Storytellers fill in the missing stories and convey them to people.

It was natural that their income would vary depending on their abilities.

What Hanbin was curious about was who wrote this book.

Hanbin tilted his head as he read the book.

Seolhwa asked Hanbin’s appearance.

“Why are you like this, Confucius?”

“It’s because the content of this book is a little strange.”

“why?”

“Why is the background Mt. Yeongdansan?”

“Huh? If it’s Yeongdansan, isn’t it the place where there was chaos on the way to Hanamjeongga? The place where Confucius almost died… …. It’s also the place where Sapa is said to be establishing some kind of martial arts academy.”

Seolhwa seemed a little excited and spoke incoherently.

Hanbin continued speaking after calming down Seolhwa.

“But somehow, the way the main character uses the recipe looks familiar… … .”

“Give it to me.”

Seolhwa picked up the book as if she was snatching it away.

Seol-hwa, who had been watching for a while, tilted her head.

“Isn’t this Confucius? Wow, Confucius, you’ve finally succeeded. It’s even in the storytellers’ book… .”

“what?”

Seol-hwa was acting unusually excited.

Cheonghwa, who was standing next to him, also joined in.

“Please show me too, sis.”

“Look here. This is the herb that Confucius often uses.”

“Oh, that’s right. I got beaten up by this herbivore too.”

“Are you okay where you were hit?”

“It’s okay now, sis.”

“Yes, when you meet Confucius, it’s normal to start off by getting hit on. So don’t hold back too much.”

“I don’t blame you. It was you and Confucius who saved my life. But did you start off by getting hit too?”

“That’s a bit, hehe.”

As Seolhwa laughed, Cheonghwa looked at Hanbin.

It was a mysterious look in his eyes.

Hanbin quickly waved his hand when the conversation seemed to be going off on a tangent.

“Let’s stop small talk and talk about this book.”

“This isn’t small talk… … But what are you curious about? It looks like it was written by someone close to Confucius.”

“You’re my close friend?”

“Think about it. The herbivores depicted here are so vivid that it feels like you’re seeing them from the side. And they have feelings for the protagonist. So, if you’re talking about close associates, the strange thing is… … .”

“What’s strange?”

“I am Confucius’s right hand man. But I have never written anything.”

“ah.”

Hanbin looked at Seolhwa as if he was dumbfounded.

At that moment, Cheonghwa tilted her head.

“If it’s a book written by storytellers, the name of the writer will definitely be on it.”

“Your name is on it?”

When Hanbin asked in surprise, Cheonghwa started turning the pages of the book.

Chorus.

Cheonghwa’s hands, which had been turning the pages of the book, stopped when they reached the last page.

Cheonghwa pointed to the last chapter with her index finger.

Hanbin and Seolhwa poked their heads out and checked the last page.

Hanbin shook his head.

“No matter how much I look, it’s not there, Cheonghwa.”

“You have to look here.”

Cheonghwa ran her finger down the bottom of the last page of the vertically written book.

Then he continued speaking.

“Usually when I write a book like this, I put the name in like this. So… … .”

What Cheonghwa meant was that if you read horizontally from the bottom up, rather than reading in order, the author’s name appears at the end.

That’s how storybooks are written.

Cheonghwa added that when he was training to become the best reader, his only friends were books like this one that he found floating around the streets.

Seolhwa clapped her hands at Cheonghwa’s words.

match!

“Wow, Cheonghwa, you’re a genius. You figured out something that even our Confucius didn’t know!”

Seol-hwa caresses Cheong-hwa’s head while exclaiming in joy.

Hanbin started checking the letters horizontally without paying attention to their appearance.

Then he squinted his eyes.

This is because when I combined the letters horizontally, a familiar name appeared.

The name was Jin Se-mi.

I had a feeling that it wasn’t a plot device, but rather a series of coincidences.

Come to think of it, it seems like we talked about this book when I met Jin Se-mi at Jang Woon-hyeon.

It was said that there was an article written with respect for the Jeokryongdaehyeop.

Is this the real book?

If so, then the dark curtain is… … .

As Hanbin narrowed his eyes, someone knocked on the door.

dripping.

Hanbin said.

“Tell them to come in.”

Seolhwa ran out at Hanbin’s words.

Rattling.

The door opened and the person who came in was a guard at the main gate.

The security guard approached Hanbin with his face turning pale.

“I have something for you, Master Sa. I have come to give it to you.”

“Give it to me.”

“Here it is.”

The security guard placed the items on the table and quickly disappeared.

Hanbin knew why the guard’s face had turned pale.

The guard warrior was the warrior who delivered the envoy’s report from Sacheondangmun.

I would have gone back to work in front of the Gaju Pengangwi, my liver the size of a soybean.

However, this thing made his liver shrink even more.

This item was sent from Baeksamun.

In other words, in this situation where tensions are rising between the Ten Great Clans and the Safa, this is an item sent from the Safa to the direct descendants of the Habuk Peng family.

You might have thought that if you move your tongue wrongly, something might happen.

Unlike the guard who ran away in shock, Hanbin opened the box without any problems.

When I opened the box, there was a small box that seemed to contain an elixir, a book, and a letter.

Hanbin picked up the letter first.

As Hanbin tried to open the seal on the letter, Seolhwa spoke urgently.

“Isn’t this dangerous? I’ll tear it off.”

“Snow flower.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Don’t be so sensitive.”

After finishing speaking, Hanbin quickly opened the letter.

The main content of the elixir sent now was that it was the promised profit.

And there was also content that included the book I mentioned before.

Hanbin, who checked the letter, picked up the book.

Chorus.

Hanbin’s expression changed as he turned the pages of the book.

As expected, the author of the book that is most popular among storytellers is Jin Se-mi.

The book Jin Se-mi sent contained all the information that was not in the books she had obtained from the storytellers.

If there was one thing that was a little different from the storybook he had seen earlier, it was that the characters in the book were depicted in a way that even Hanbin found cringey.

This was an expression of awe that went beyond respect.

At first glance, it was obvious that there was no intention.

It was also written that it was only distributed to a few people he knew.

It was probably a coincidence that this fell into the hands of storytellers.

What if there is a dark secret behind the gathering of Sapa?

It would have to be Hanbin himself.

Hanbin quietly looked at the box containing the elixir.

And then he whetted his appetite.

Hanbin himself was the one who held the key to resolving the current situation that was causing commotion in the Gangbuk and Gangnam martial arts worlds.

Hanbin diligently counted the beads in his head.

Hanbin, his eyes shining, muttered to himself.

“This might be fun… … .”

Now the problem was to find out who had harmed the head of the Sacheondang family.

Well, even if we couldn’t figure out who was behind the Sacheondangga, if we used Sapha appropriately, we would get satisfactory results from this Mugajihoe.

At Hanbin’s sincere smile, Seolhwa grabbed Cheonghwa’s sleeve.

“Let’s just get out.”

“Why, Sister?”

“Remember that expression well now.”

“What is your expression right now?”

“At first glance, you look like you’re either evil or pure.”

Seolhwa spoke certain words barely audible.

Cheonghwa, who saw Hanbin’s expression, nodded in agreement.

* * *

The next morning.

Hanbin and his party left Habukpengga.

Hanbin, who had been walking a few steps, tilted his head.

A leather pouch hanging next to the door caught Hanbin’s eye.