Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 348



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348. The Eve of the Storm (4)

The Apostolic Alliance and the Justice Alliance became one and began to pound the weapons on the ground.

Thud, thud.

As the floor resonated as if an earthquake had occurred, the workers carrying luggage on the Man Geum battlefield stopped walking.

They also stopped what they were doing and stamped their feet.

They were usually closer to warriors than workers, so they knew what this atmosphere meant.

Joo Yang-gae and the rest of the beggars who had been watching from behind also hit the ball on the ground.

Thud. Thud.

When the sound died down, Mujin bowed his head towards Hanbin.

“I’m sorry, Sohyeop.”

“What do you mean you’re sorry?”

Hanbin tilted his head slightly and looked at him. It felt strange to hear him say sorry instead of thank you.

Mujin, who received Hanbin’s gaze, said with an apologetic expression.

“I heard that my child broke the sword by touching it.”

“Haha, it’s okay. This sword is just symbolic. There is nothing more important than people in the world.”

Hanbin smiled brightly, holding up the Yonglin Sword, which looked completely broken.

Of course, it was only half true.

The Yonglin Sword was not broken.

The reason it turned out like this is because Hanbin dug up the knot inside it.

Hanbin’s blood contained the secrets of the Yongrin Sword Technique that were scattered throughout the martial arts world.

Now the Yonglin Sword reacts perfectly to Hanbin’s blood.

Whenever Hanbin’s blood enters, he always looks like Yongrin in his full form.

“Thank you, Sohyeop.”

Mujin tried to kneel down in front of Hanbin.

Hanbin quickly grabbed his sleeve.

“Please refrain from using excessive examples.”

“No. How could I possibly receive such grace… .”

Mujin couldn’t continue speaking.

It’s because of the strange stares pouring in from all around me.

Mujin looked around.

The warriors of the Apostolic Alliance and the Justice Alliance were listening to Hanbin and his conversation with their eyes moist.

There were no shouts or gestures, but the two words ‘emotion’ were clearly written in those eyes.

Then Hanbin said.

“It is still too early to talk about grace.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your daughter has not fully recovered yet.”

“yes?”

“Did you by any chance take some kind of elixir when you were young? Or was it some unidentified substance?”

“So… … I’ve never eaten anything like that.”

He shook his head as he tried to remember something.

Hanbin asked again at that sight.

“Is that so? But it definitely has a red aura… … .”

“Did you say red?”

“Yes, that’s right. It was probably giving off a red aura.”

“I just remembered. I ate some red pigment that came from the West. Now that I think about it, since then… … .”

Mujin’s explanation was simple.

It is said that from then on, the baby started to feel unwell.

What is surprising is that while all the children of the same age nearby were dying from an infectious disease, the infant was the only one who was fine.

It is difficult for someone who is not the owner of Yongrin to handle its energy.

Since that energy still remained in his body, it was natural for him to die like this.

But it is also true that we were able to survive the epidemic thanks to that energy.

I don’t know if it was bad luck or good luck, but in conclusion, since I’ve come this far, it’s probably closer to the latter.

After finishing his explanation, Mujin carefully observed Hanbin’s expression.

“That’s all I have to say. But my daughter… … .”

Mujin glances around.

Hanbin said with a smile on his face.

“It seemed like the pigment had an aura that it couldn’t handle.”

“Please, spare me. Great Swordsman.”

Mujin’s eyes trembled. His title changed from a small swordsman to a great swordsman.

Hanbin nodded quietly and approached Mujin and Yeong-ah.

Thud thud.

Hanbin stopped in front of Young-ah and handed her the Yongrin Sword.

“You will accompany me to Sacheondangga. And in the meantime, you will take care of this sword.”

“yes?”

“I’m asking you to be my sword boy temporarily.”

Geomdong is literally a boy with a sword.

Some of the masters even employed children to handle the sword.

But Hanbin had never entrusted his sword to anyone else before.

Of course, this is only true in cases where there are unavoidable circumstances.

Seol-hwa, who was standing next to Han-bin, tilted her head at his suggestion.

Cheonghwado has the same expression.

Ignoring their expressions, Hanbin smiled slightly and pointed to the Yongrin Sword.

Only then did the infant nod.

“I will listen to your words.”

The baby nodded not because she understood Hanbin’s intentions.

Because I just thought it was logical to follow Hanbin’s words.

Although his body was damaged by the unbearable energy of Yongrin, he was an infant whose five senses were more developed than anyone else’s.

Infants can instinctively tell right from wrong rather than judging conditions by looking at them.

Of course, there was another reason why Hanbin wanted to take her to the temporary examination room.

This was because the hemorrhage still remained in the infant’s body.

The most ideal way to absorb the remaining dragon blood was for her to hold the dragon’s venom.

After doing some rough calculations, it seemed that if I just went to Sacheondangga, I would be able to absorb all the remaining energy in Young-ah’s body.

Hanbin turned his gaze to Mujin.

“You can go to Sacheondangga with your daughter and then come back here.”

“I will do as you say, Eun-gong Dae-hyeop.”

“Please don’t call me a great swordsman. Then let’s get ready.”

Hanbin pointed to the carriage in the distance.

The carriage was driven by Yang Ye-shin and his party.

It was when Hanbin and Yang Yeshin were heading to the carriage.

Hanbin turned his head urgently.

Because I felt an unexpected momentum from afar.

‘Who could it be?’

Hanbin guessed about the source of that momentum.

But there was no one person who I could feel the connection to.

Fortunately, the direction in which the noise was detected was the direction in which the Black Swordsman and the Pyeonyukrang-ah disappeared.

Could it be that the Gangnam Sado Ryeonju is the one in person?

Hanbin quickly recalled the first step of the Yongrin Sword Technique.

‘Rebuttal.’

In that moment, Hanbin’s momentum disappeared like melting snow on a spring day.

Hanbin, who had completely erased any traces of his presence, walked to the carriage.

The carriage brought by Shin Chang Yang Ga was quite spacious.

It looked like it would be spacious enough for six adults to fit in.

Those standing in front of the carriage paused for a moment.

While he was wondering who would sit on the horse’s back, Seolhwa and Cheonghwa were looking at him.

Then Mujin spoke to them carefully.

“I’m a pretty good horseman, even though I look like this. Can I take the reins?”

“Please do so.”

“thank you.”

Mujin bowed his head slightly and looked at Young-ah as he spoke.

“You sit next to me, Young-ah.”

“Yes, father.”

It was when the baby was trying to climb onto the horse’s back.

Hanbin said with a kind expression.

“The baby has not yet recovered, so it would be better for him to get on the carriage with her.”

“Huh, Eun-gong… … .”

Mujin’s voice trembled slightly.

Hanbin waved his hand lightly as if it was nothing.

Hanbin couldn’t put the baby on the stroller.

To be exact, the Yonglin Sword could not be placed on the horse’s pedestal.

Seol-hwa, who was standing next to him, glanced at Mu-jin and smiled awkwardly, as if she had read Han-bin’s intentions.

Cheonghwa also instinctively laughed when she saw that smile.

When Cheonghwa laughs, Yeong-ah laughs too.

Mujin also smiled faintly when he saw his daughter smiling.

It was because my heart ached when I finally saw the baby’s normal expression today.

Mujin, who had been watching his daughter for a long time, looked up at the sky with deep emotion.

Hanbin opened the carriage door without paying attention to his expression.

Rattling.

The door opened and Hanbin quietly got into the carriage.

Seol-hwa, Cheong-hwa, and Yeong-ah followed them onto the carriage.

As soon as the baby got into the carriage, the carriage door closed.

Seolhwa placed her bundle on an empty seat and looked around the carriage.

It was more splendid than any carriage I had ever ridden in before.

Seolhwa was slightly doubtful about this part.

The Shin Chang Yang family was a martial arts family known for being frugal.

The atmosphere of this splendid carriage and the aristocratic Shin Chang-yang family were in stark contrast.

It was their custom to transport gold and silver treasures on shabby carts.

But what on earth is this carriage?

At that moment, Seolhwa’s head tilted slightly.

As soon as the identity of this carriage was questioned, Shin Chang-yang’s family began to be suspected.

That was when.

A scream echoed through the carriage.

“Oh, someone is here!”

The one who screamed was a baby.

The infant clung to Seol-hwa and trembled, pointing to the corner of the carriage.

There was someone burying his head there.

Seolhwa quickly grabbed the Woohyeolranggeom and assumed a guard posture.

A transparent poisonous aura ripples in Cheonghwa’s hands.

A critical situation.

Hanbin quickly showed his palm and stopped them.

“Whoa, be careful.”

“… … .”

As Seolhwa tilted her head, Hanbin continued speaking.

“Not the enemy.”

“You’re not the enemy?”

This time, Cheonghwa, who had regained her poisonous energy, asked.

Hanbin said, pointing at him.

“You know him.”

Seolhwa narrowed her eyes at Hanbin’s words.

The back of his head looked familiar.

Looking closely, I could see that the shoulders were trembling slightly, not in hiding, but hiding like a frightened pheasant.

As everyone looked at the man crouching in the corner, Hanbin grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and lifted him up.

The pheasant that had buried its head finally revealed itself.

At that moment, Seolhwa screamed.

“Oh, Mr. Congressman!”

“Oh my, why are you here, sir?”

Cheonghwado also shouted.

The one who buried his head like a pheasant was none other than Jang Ja-myeong.

Jang Ja-myeong groaned.

“Well, what the hell are you guys… … .”

Jang Ja-myeong, whose words had been trailing off slightly, opened his eyes wide.

“Oh, isn’t that Seolhwa? You’re Cheonghwa… … .”

“Yes, that’s right. Sir, what happened?”

“Prince Peng came earlier and told me to hold my breath because a big fight might break out, so I hid… … . Is the fight over? Is anyone hurt?”

“A fight?”

Seolhwa tilted her head and Jang Ja-myeong’s eyebrows trembled.

Jang Ja-myeong looked at Han-bin with an expression that seemed to indicate that something was aggrieved.

“Your Majesty, what on earth is going on?”

“Think about it. Isn’t it unfair that while others have suffered to the point of death, only Assemblyman Jang is living in luxury?”

“It’s not like I wanted to be treated like this… … .”

Jang Ja-myeong’s eyes became moist.

Then Seolhwa asked.

“What the hell is going on, Mr. Congressman?”

“therefore…….”

The explanation of Jang Ja-myeong was simple.

When I went to Shin Chang Yang Ga, I heard that Jang Ja Myung’s illness was easily treatable, just as Han Bin had said.

It is said that the best treatment was given to Jang Ja-myeong to cure his illness.

It is said that Jang Ja-myeong bought a fancy four-horse carriage that was not used on a daily basis and brought it here as if it were his master.

As he told his story, Seolhwa quietly looked up at the ceiling.

The events of Yeongdansan, Chil-eumhyeon, and Gwirakcheon flashed through her mind.

It was a little unfair that Jang Ja-myeong was the only one who lived in luxury while he, Cheong-hwa, and Han-bin had survived dangers that were almost life or death.

Jang Ja-myeong asked after seeing Seol-hwa’s expression.

“Seolhwa, why are you doing that?”

“Isn’t it too comfortable for you?”

“Oh, that’s a little unfortunate. Instead, I prepared a snack.”

After finishing speaking, Jang Ja-myeong opened the box in the corner of the carriage.

Jang Ja-myeong quickly took something out from there.

It was sugar and skewers.

When Jang Ja-myeong held out the candy and skewers, Seol-hwa’s eyes widened.

“mister.”

“Why are you like that, Seolhwa?”

“You haven’t forgotten us. Hehe.”

Jang Ja-myeong laughed awkwardly at the sudden change in stance.

“Haha, I can’t forget. This is Cheonghwa’s favorite rice cake.”

This time, Jang Ja-myeong gave Cheong-hwa a snack.

The baby, who was watching the scene, spoke in a small voice.

“What a nice family.”

“family?”

When Seol-hwa, who was eating candy, tilted her head, Yeong-a answered with a smile.

“Because they look like family to me.”

“That’s right. Family, right. Hehe.”

Seolhwa smiled brightly and looked at the scenery passing by outside.

* * *

Meanwhile, there were several pairs of eyes watching the carriage pass by.

He looked at the carriage Hanbin was riding in from the hill and muttered softly.

“It’s even better than I heard. Amazing!”