Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 384



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384. The Head of the Teenager Family (2)

Dangmucheon sighed.

“phew…….”

Everyone looked at Dangmucheon with a long sigh.

Dangmucheon shook his head slightly.

Anyone who saw it would see a look of despair.

Zhuge Liangmin asked at that sight.

“Is it that serious?”

“I think we’ll have to postpone rescuing Prince Sa.”

“then?”

“If it is connected to the Mandok Bigo… … .”

“Please speak.”

“It is possible that the poison that was in the Mandok Bigo floated down there. If anyone touches that poison, some of them will turn into a handful of blood.”

Everyone’s eyes widened at Dangmucheon’s words.

That was when.

Gwanggae stepped forward.

“We will come forward even if it means opening up.”

“Our Shandong musicians will also lend their support.”

Akbigwang also took a step forward.

Dangmucheon shook his head at their appearance.

“No matter how special that kid is, he won’t be able to survive there. So let’s just wait and see.”

After finishing speaking, Dangmucheon let out a low sigh.

At that time, the head of the Jegal family, Jegal Gongyeong, took a step forward.

“I don’t think the poison is the problem.”

“Yes, that’s right. I think so too. If you let go of salvation after receiving it several times, then you’re not a sectarian, no, you’re not a human being.”

Zhuge Li also added a word.

It was from then on.

Similar voices continued here and there.

“I will help you too.”

“Our family will also help.”

Dangmucheon muttered to himself as their voices continued to ring.

“You have good friends… … .”

Dangmucheon looked up at the sky quietly.

There will be no structure.

It was never a matter of following the stereotypical logic of sacrificing cattle for the greater good.

In Dangmucheon’s eyes, Hanbin was by no means ‘small’.

However, it was a conclusion reached after seeing the collapsed floor.

Dokdo is poisonous, but looking at the collapsed floor, I thought that there was absolutely no way anyone could survive there.

It was the same whether he was a third-rate warrior or a master of martial arts.

Because no human being can overcome the weight of nature.

Dangmucheon, who was looking up at the sky, shook his head slightly as if trying to shake off his worries.

At that moment, a strange sight entered Dangmucheon’s eyes.

It was the appearance of Seolhwa, Hanbin’s maid.

Seolhwa spread out a piece of paper and was diligently writing something.

Cheonghwa, the granddaughter of Tang Mu-cheon, was diligently grinding food next to him.

Dangmucheon carefully walked towards where they were.

Cheonghwa, who was grinding food, asked.

“Sister! How long do I have to change it?”

“Just grind a little more, I’m almost done. By the way, do you want to know what the family name is at the end?”

“hey?”

“Okay, tell me exactly where that family is.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Then I’ll ask you something.”

As Seolhwa nodded, Cheonghwa stood up from her seat.

Cheonghwa got up from her seat, narrowed her eyes, and walked to where Seolhwa had spoken.

At that moment, Dangmucheon blocked her path.

“Where are you going like that?”

“Oh, Sister Seolhwa asked me to do something… … .”

Cheonghwa, whose words trailed off slightly, looked at Dangmucheon.

Dangmucheon asked with those eyes.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Do you know the family gathered over there?”

“Isn’t that the Shin family genealogy of Yunnan? Why are you asking about that?”

“It’s a secret, Grandpa.”

“It’s a secret?”

Dangmucheon opened his eyes wide.

It was obvious that his speech was influenced by Hanbin.

You have to resemble your family… … .

Dangmucheon turned his head and let out a small sigh.

“phew.”

When I saw Cheonghwa responding in Hanbin’s imitated tone, my heart suddenly sank.

At that moment, Cheonghwa answered with a bright expression.

“Thank you, Grandpa.”

Cheonghwa bowed her head slightly and then quickly returned to Seolhwa.

After receiving the information, Seolhwa rolled up her sleeves and picked up her brush again.

Sssssss.

The three pens that Seolhwa had caught moved across the paper.

Seolhwa looked around with eagle eyes.

Tang Mu-cheon’s curiosity grew even more at the sight of the strange tale.

Dangmucheon approached Seolhwa and Cheonghwa, who were absorbed in their work.

The two continued their work as if nothing had happened even though Dangmucheon had arrived.

Contrary to Cheonghwa’s words that it was a secret, they had the paper spread out wide.

Looking closely, I saw that there were two sheets of paper.

On one side were written familiar family names.

Most of them were in their 10s.

In addition, people’s names were written on it.

The names of people who knew Hanbin, including Gwanggae, were listed one after another.

Dangmucheon looked at the other side of the paper.

The most famous of the families written on that piece of paper was the Wi family.

Dangmucheon opened his eyes wide.

I found out what was written on that paper.

“What the heck… … .”

As Dangmucheon muttered to himself, only then did Seolhwa raise her head.

“hello.”

“Yes, but why are you writing it now?”

“Our Confucius told me to write this down. It is said that in times of trouble, you can clearly distinguish between your allies and enemies.”

“I see. Phew.”

Dangmucheon sighed softly.

The story divided the enemies and the allies.

Dangmucheon also remembered today’s events clearly in his head.

I couldn’t forgive the rest of the martial arts families, including the Wi family.

But I didn’t understand why they were writing down the difference between enemies and allies on paper.

Now that the four Confuciuses of the Habuk Peng family have passed away, such lists are nothing more than useless scraps of paper.

Dangmucheon, who was sighing, looked at Seolhwa.

“When you’ve finished writing it all down, give it to me. I’ll make sure to settle the debt.”

“Huh? What do you mean, Grandpa?”

“I will do it in your stead.”

“Why is Grandfather doing it instead of our Master? Could it be… … .”

As Seolhwa narrowed her eyes, Dangmucheon answered.

“Since that child can’t do it, I will do it for him.”

“So, why can’t our Confucius do it?”

As Seolhwa’s eyes sparkled, Cheonghwa, who was next to her, chimed in.

“Grandfather, do you think that our Confucius is dead?”

In response to Cheonghwa’s sudden question, Dangmucheon coughed urgently.

“Hmm, that’s definitely not the case.”

Dangmucheon quickly waved his hand.

Only then did Cheonghwa’s expression relax.

Seolhwa also returned her eyes, which had been slightly open, to their original state.

Dangmucheon turned his head at the sight of the two.

Seolhwa and Cheonghwa were showing that they could not accept reality.

Tang Mu-cheon barely managed to hold back the sigh that was about to burst out.

It was because Seol-hwa and Cheong-hwa, who seemed unable to accept reality and were wandering in their imaginations, seemed so pitiful.

Dangmucheon returned to his seat quietly.

At that time, the voices of the small and medium-sized martial artists reached my ears.

“That’s fortunate.”

“Yes, that’s fortunate. I did put my handprint on the pledge because it was urgent, but it was a bit too much to ask. That contract was buried in the ground like that… … .”

“Shh, someone is listening.”

They quickly left the place.

Dangmucheon clicked his tongue at their conversation.

It was now necessary to admit that the discipline of the political party had collapsed.

What was the political party?

Jeong (正) is the right path.

Putting political parties first when it comes to profit.

If you show an appearance worse than Sapa behind the scenes, why do you need the name Jeongpa?

Dangmucheon, who had been quietly looking up at the sky, jumped up and climbed up onto the fallen tower.

Dangmucheon, who was looking down from above, shouted with all his might.

“I’ll finish my work today!”

At his shout, the people of Murim looked at each other.

Some people utter exclamations of regret.

Some people breathed a sigh of relief.

Dangmucheon looked at Namgung Jangcheon and nodded.

Dangmucheon came down and Namgung Jangcheon came up to the tower.

Namgung Jangcheon knew what he had to do.

It was the work of wrapping up the Mugajihoe.

Namgung Jangcheon shouted with all his might.

“We will wrap up the Yongbong branch meeting tomorrow! Those who will be participating in the main event of the Yongbong branch meeting, please gather at the training ground by noon tomorrow!”

Everyone’s eyes lit up at those words.

The disaster they faced was already a thing of the past.

Now was the time to prepare for the future.

* * *

The next morning.

A large crowd gathered at the Sacheon Dangga stage as if nothing had happened.

The people gathered opened their eyes wide at the sight of the stage that had been cleaned up without a trace.

“Huh, as expected from Sacheondangga.”

“That’s right. It’s amazing how much it’s been restored in just a few hours.”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

They were clicking their tongues at the handling of the affairs of the Sacheondang family.

Last night, the area around the stage was in unimaginable chaos.

Some of the pavilions that were far from the stage were partially destroyed, and there were piles of rocks around the stage. So, it was unimaginable that an event could be held like this.

But in the blink of an eye, it was all perfectly organized.

Instead of the stone slab that had been there before, a huge wooden plank that looked like it had been taken from somewhere was placed next to the stage.

There were written on it the names of the families that would participate in the finals.

[Hwangbo Se-ga.]

[Namgung Se-ga.]

[Hanamjeongga.]

[Sacheondangga.]

[Seomun Se-ga.]

[Weissei.]

[Habukpengga.]

[Shandong musicians.]

They were all members of the teenage generation.

While everyone was looking at the list, Zhuge Liang jumped up onto the stage.

He continued speaking, looking around.

“We are now going to conclude the Yongbongjihoe, the most important event of the Mugajihoe. Unlike the preliminaries where only Kwon-gak-sul was used, in this main event, you can use your own weapons, so all the warriors of the relevant Sega should check their weapons in advance.”

After finishing speaking, Zhuge Liang turned around and looked at the list.

And then he continued.

“Warriors of the Hwangbo Se-ga and Namgung Se-ga families who will perform the first ritual, please come out onto the stage!”

At Zhuge Liang’s shout, Huangbo Gyeonwu of the Huangbo family lightly jumped up onto the stage.

Across from him sat Namgung Museong of the Namgung Se family.

Namgung Moo-seong is the fourth son of the Namgung family.

It was a tragedy for the Namgung family that the fourth son of the Namgung family came out on stage like this.

First, I was misunderstood and ended up being chased.

The situation where the third is chasing the first.

The second son, who was leading the secret mission of the Yongbong branch, was revealed to be a traitor to the family the night before and is currently imprisoned in the brain prison of the Sacheondang family.

That is why the fourth son, Namgung Mu-seong, appeared.

The onlookers watching this couldn’t help but be shocked.

Jegal Gongmin, who was looking at Hwangbo Gyeonwoo and Namgung Museong standing on the stage, tilted his head and continued speaking.

“Will the warriors of Namgung Se-ga and Hwangbo Se-ga use the martial arts in this secret battle?”

Zhuge Liangmin looked at the two alternately.

No matter how I looked at it, they didn’t come up with their weapons.

That was when.

Hwangbo Gyeonwoo opened his mouth first.

“I give up this fight.”

“I will also give up this mission.”

Namgung Moo-seong also looked at his opponent and gave him a lottery ticket.

Zhuge Liangmin asked at that sight.

“Give up? What do you mean?”

In response to that question, Huang Bo Gyeon-woo turned his head and bowed slightly to Zhuge Liang.

“If the Four Princes of the Hebei Pengga had come here, would there have been any chance of victory? It seems absurd to expect this victory in return for the one who gave his life for us.”

After Hwangbo Gyeonwu finished speaking, he looked down at the stage.

There, Hwangbo Mancheong, the head of the Hwangbo family, was nodding his head.

This was first suggested by Hwangbo Gyeonwu.

Of course, Hwangbo Mancheong also readily agreed.

Their true intention was that in order to establish the principles of martial arts, the teenage generations must take the lead.

At that time, Namgung Moo-seong also spoke to Jegal Gongmin.

“I will also give up. I also join the will of Hwangbo Sohyeop.”

Namgung Moo-seong quietly turned around and looked at the members of Habuk Pangga.