Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 240



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Episode 240. The culprit is right here (3)

Yang Ye-shin, who had been blankly staring, suddenly came to her senses.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“Then let’s have a cup of tea and continue our conversation.”

“I was hasty, Peng Gong… … .”

Yang Ye-shin was left speechless.

It was because someone was pouring tea next to Hanbin.

Uruk.

Yang Ye-shin opened her eyes wide as if she had seen a ghost, as the tea flowed steadily.

Yang Ye-shin didn’t understand the current situation.

It was true that he had been fixated on Hanbin.

But, a maid who came up to Hanbin without a sound and poured him tea?

There’s no way such a master could be a mere maid, right?

It wasn’t like the maid looked old either.

He had a youthful appearance and looked like he could fly away if you blew on him.

Yang Ye-shin looked around without realizing it.

I guess it was because this place wasn’t like an ordinary manor.

Coming here, I heard all sorts of stories about Cheonsujang, but I thought they were just ridiculous rumors.

But somehow I had a feeling that some of what they said might be true.

As Yang Ye-shin stood there blankly with a bewildered expression, Han-bin looked to the side and spoke.

“Seolhwa, bring Congressman Jang.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

After finishing speaking, Seolhwa quickly disappeared from the spot.

Yang Ye-shin, who had been absentmindedly watching the lost tale, suddenly came to her senses.

It was then that he realized why he had come here.

“Your Majesty, you are a member of the National Assembly?”

Now, Yang Ye-shin’s speech had changed slightly.

Hanbin responded with a kind face to that appearance.

“Didn’t you say that you need a good representative? I’m not that representative, but I have a representative under me who is quite good at treating patients.”

“The villagers say that the owner of Cheonsujang is a god. Why is that?”

“Well, that’s not wrong.”

“What do you mean, Prince Peng?”

“They are my limbs, so how can there be a distinction?”

“Oh, I got hit once.”

Yang Ye-shin looked at Han-bin with a pleasant expression.

However, the question was not resolved.

Some of the merchants and villagers below the water tower said that the owner of the water tower was a god.

I heard that in the past, they even raised up crippled beggars.

Some people say that the owner of Cheonsujang is a living Buddha.

In fact, these were words that would make passersby laugh if they heard them.

However, after meeting him like this, Yang Ye-shin began to have faith in Han-bin.

But there is a separate member of parliament?

Yang Ye-shin wondered if Han Bin was trying to hide his abilities.

Yang Ye-shin put aside her family story for a moment and began to tell various stories.

Hanbin agreed with his words and continued his story.

As Yang Ye-shin’s mouth dried, the door opened.

Rattling.

A man dressed in a congressman’s uniform came in and stood next to Hanbin.

Hanbin, who saw the man, pointed to the seat next to him and said.

“Representative Jang, please take a seat.”

At Hanbin’s words, Jang Ja-myeong sat down.

Jang Ja-myeong didn’t even glance at the unfamiliar guest in front of him and just looked at Han-bin.

“Your Majesty.”

“What’s wrong, Congressman Jang?”

“Please save me. I think I’ll collapse in a few days.”

He was the eldest son of the eldest son.

Jang Ja-myeong looked at Han-bin with eyes that were asking for his life.

That’s understandable, since Jang Ja-myeong had become a sacrificial lamb in the village reconstruction project.

If I had to pick the most important thing in a town, it would probably be security.

But now, there was no need for security here.

Who would come to pillage this place that was called a haunted village until recently?

The next thing that was needed was a member of parliament.

As people immigrated, a hospital was built near Cheonsujang.

Of course, that was the member’s idea.

It is Jang Ja-myeong’s duty to wrestle with patients day and night there.

Jang Ja-myeong had never felt more resentful of Seo Jae-oh, whom he could communicate with quite a bit, than he did now.

The only person who could stop Seo Jae-oh now was Han Bin, so he asked for help.

Yang Ye-shin clenched her teeth at that sight.

His prediction was correct.

It was clear that Hanbin was hiding his medical skills.

Otherwise, would the congressman ask Hanbin to spare his life?

Yang Ye-shin’s eyes were brighter than ever.

Hanbin looked at Jang Ja-myeong without any expression.

“Let’s resolve this matter first and discuss it, and for now, let’s focus on what Prince Yang has to say, Assemblyman Jang.”

“Yes, I will concentrate. Your Majesty.”

When Jang Ja-myeong nodded, Han Bin introduced Jang Ja-myeong to him and continued speaking.

“Now you can tell me about your symptoms.”

“Then let me tell you. So… … .”

Yang Ye-shin explained Yang Dae-han’s illness in relatively detail.

Instead of listening to Yang Ye-shin, Han Bin looked at Jang Ja-myeong’s expression.

As Yang Ye-shin continued explaining, Jang Ja-myeong tilted his head.

Jang Ja-myeong keeps tilting his head as if he can’t understand no matter how much he thinks about it.

After the explanation, Hanbin made a meaningful expression that seemed to understand but not quite.

As Yang Ye-shin finished explaining, time seemed to have stopped, except for the steam rising from the teacup.

Yang Ye-shin was waiting for Jang Ja-myeong to speak, and Jang Ja-myeong seemed to be lost in thought.

Surprisingly, it was Hanbin who spoke first.

Hanbin asked.

“Did you eat something wrong before you got sick?”

“There was none at all.”

“You have to be honest with me. For example, if it’s an expensive elixir, or a hard-to-find elixir, or something you can’t tell others about… … .”

Hanbin looked at Yang Ye-shin, his voice trailing off.

Yang Ye-shin took a deep breath and continued speaking.

“Phew. As expected, I can’t fool your eyes, Master Sa. In fact… … there was.”

“What kind of elixir was it?”

“I can’t tell you that… … .”

“Then how did you get it? Can you tell me that too?”

“That too… … .”

“Then the treatment costs go up quite a bit?”

“… … .”

Yang Ye-shin blankly looked at Han Bin.

Yang Ye-shin hesitated for a moment and nodded.

“I think it’s good.”

“Okay, then I’ll prepare the prescription.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I’ll just discuss a few things with Representative Jang and then give you a prescription right away.”

“… … .”

Yang Ye-shin looked at Han-bin without saying anything, as if she didn’t know what he was saying.

Hanbin asked Jang Ja-myeong without paying attention to Yang Ye-shin’s gaze.

“Is this the eighth symptom?”

“It seems so to me too.”

“Then please write me a prescription.”

After finishing speaking, Hanbin snapped his fingers.

Exactly!

A story appeared in response to that sound.

Of course, he had a bundle of writing brushes and ink in his hands.

Seolhwa carefully unpacked the bundle and spread out the paper in front of Jang Ja-myeong and Han Bin.

Hanbin and Jang Ja-myeong exchanged glances and began to play with their brushes at the same time.

Sasa-sak, sasa-sak.

Two brushes brushed across the paper.

Yang Ye-shin was looking at the scene, dumbfounded.

I wasn’t fascinated by the brushwork.

This was because the sound of Hanbin snapping his fingers was so similar to that of the Taoist monk in blue robes.

It was the moment when doubt turned into certainty.

A disciple of a Taoist master who appeared and disappeared like a god!

My faith in Hanbin grew stronger and stronger.

At that moment, Hanbin and Jang Ja-myeong’s brushes stopped.

Yang Ye-shin looked at the paper in front of Han Bin and the paper in front of Jang Ja-myeong alternately and then asked carefully.

“Are there two prescriptions?”

“no.”

When Hanbin answered, Yang Ye-shin asked.

“But why are there two pieces of paper, Your Majesty?”

“Of course, one of them is a contract.”

“Oh, I see.”

Yang Ye-shin opened her mouth wide, and Seol-hwa, who was watching from behind, looked up at the ceiling and clicked her tongue inwardly.

In Seolhwa’s eyes, Yang Ye-shin looked like a moth flying toward a light.

* * *

The main gate of Cheonsujang.

It was just as Joho, who had just finished his shift, was about to return to his quarters.

Someone familiar was walking towards me with a heavy gait.

Joho, who had been narrowing his eyes, recognized his opponent and quickly ran towards him.

“Your Majesty, Lord.”

“Oh my, isn’t that right?”

“But who is behind you… … .”

As Joho trailed off, Mujeja nodded and introduced them.

“These are the guys who have just taken their first steps towards opening up the country.”

“Oh, I see.”

“This guy here, who looks bright and cheerful, is called Hyun-gae.”

The nameless little beggar was given a name.

That’s a rare name for a beggar, too.

“Hello, my name is Hyun-gae.”

When the young beggar greeted him, Joho answered.

“Wise beggar, what a good name.”

As Joho praised him with spit on his lips, the young beggar Hyeon-gae kept bowing his head.

Hong Chil-gae, who had been looking at Hyeon-gae happily, glanced at the large man behind him with a displeased expression.

“This rascal is called Jang-o. He’s a guy who still hasn’t gotten rid of the dirt he’s accumulated from the world.”

Jang-oh hesitated at Hong Chil-gae’s introduction, but reluctantly accepted the offer.

“Hello, my name is Jang-oh of Openness.”

“Hello, my name is Choho from Cheonsujang.”

Joho faced the lottery.

After exchanging greetings, Joho asked Hong Chil-gae.

“Your Majesty, what should we do about the bedroom?”

“Just spread some straw in the stable like usual.”

“When our Confucius comes to visit, he will be very… … .”

“What kind of bed is a beggar’s? A stable is also a luxury, a luxury. Isn’t it?”

Joho just blinked at Hong Chil-gae’s question.

I couldn’t say that, and I thought I’d get scolded if I said no.

While Joho was panicking, a shout was heard from somewhere.

-Wow!

At that sound, Joho clapped his hands.

match!

Hong Chil-gae asked with narrowed eyes.

“What are you talking about now?”

“The Shin Chang Yang family is visiting, and it seems they have made a promise to have a friendly fight with the Red Blood Tigers. I’m stopping by now and going.”

“Oh, it’s been a while since I’ve seen a fight.”

“It seems that our Confucius resembles you, sir.”

“Haha, then the disciple should resemble his master.”

Hong Chil-gae urged Jo-ho on with a nod.

Joho sighed inwardly after seeing Hong Chil-gae’s expression.

If you look closely, Hong Chil-gae felt pride in a strange place.

Is it actually a compliment to say that you like watching fights?

The sight of a disciple shrugging his shoulders just because he resembled his master was, to Jo Ho, almost unpalatable.

-Wow!

As the sound got closer, Joho’s footsteps also got faster.

In fact, Joho’s heart also beat a little.

Where is Shin Chang Yang Ga?

Although he did not belong to the Gangbuk Odaesega, he was a martial artist with comparable strength.

The important thing was that the visiting force was the best warriors of the Shin Chang Yang family.

Joho always wondered about his position.

Although he survived a near-death experience in Jangunhyeon, he never actually fought the enemy.

Although he showed his skills in Hanamjeongga, he did not win a fight against his opponent.

Joho has always had a thirst for confrontation.

Of course, the rest of the Red Blood Tiger Squad members were the same as Joho.

Joho, who ran to the training ground in one stride, opened his mouth.

This is because the Red Blood Tiger Squad member who just appeared was none other than Jang Sam.

When Jo Ho was surprised to see Jang Sam about to face off, there was someone who was watching the match with a different mindset than Jo Ho.

He was Jang-Oh.

I heard that there was a martial arts world called Shin Chang Yang Ga that was going to fight against Bi Moo Ra, but then suddenly there was his older brother standing there.

An old, third-rate drone.

That was Jang-oh’s assessment of his brother.

But you’re trying to fight the best military force of Shin Changyangga!

Actually, I just sighed.

Are you going to stand in front of first-class people with third-rate skills to save face, knowing that you are lacking?

It was closer to a guest than a person’s pride.

Jang-oh said in a low voice.

“When you get old, die gracefully… … .”

At those words, Joho narrowed his eyes.

Anyone can see that Jang-oh’s words were about Jang-sam, the person he trusted and followed the most.

Joho felt like he would feel better if he just swore at him.

Joho, whose lips were quivering, remembered Jang-oh’s name.

if?

Joho tilted his head, crossed his arms, and thought for a moment.

I clearly heard that Jang Sam has a younger brother.

That’s a really bad younger brother.

Joho racked his brain.

If it were my lord Hanbin, I would wonder what he would do with Jang-oh.

After thinking about it, Joho asked Jang-oh.

“Would you like to make a bet with me?”

“A bet? What bet do you mean?”

“Which of those two warriors do you think will win?”