Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 432



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432. Confucius Sharpening His Sword (2)

The innkeeper narrowed his eyes.

At first, I was nervous and couldn’t see it, but when I saw the white uniforms among the black uniforms, I became curious.

The owner unconsciously craned his neck to listen to their conversation.

That was when.

A warrior approached the master and spoke in a low voice.

“From now on, owner, cover your eyes and ears. From now until we leave, don’t receive any other guests.”

After finishing speaking, the warrior threw the pouch at his master.

stroke.

The owner who received the briefcase weighed it and opened his eyes wide.

“No, all of this… … .”

The master looked at Musa.

Musa smiles brightly.

“That’s the cost of staying here for a few days. Is it small?”

“Oh, no.”

The owner quickly waved his hand.

It was because he knew what would happen if he offended a martial artist.

The reason he was looking at them with tension was because whenever a martial artist passed by, chaos would usually break out.

Then the warrior pretends to cut his throat.

It meant that if the secret leaked out, there would be no life.

The owner, who had eaten honey, became a dumbstruck man and quietly went into the kitchen.

As the master disappeared, the man in white robes in the center stroked his beard.

“Jichun-ah, Jiyak-ah. This matter is one that will determine the fate of our family. So from now on, we must be very careful.”

The person who just spoke was Sang Wi-ho’s younger brother, Sang Wi-gun.

The Sang-Gi-Gun was the leader of the Iron and Blood Swords, the most powerful military unit of the Wis Family, and also served as the head of the law enforcement unit.

He received the order of the head of the household and brought the best forces of the Weishi clan to Jangun County.

The expression on the commander’s face was more serious than ever.

It was because of the battle that he and the Iron Blood Swordsmen had to fight in the future.

Their plan was simple.

The goal was to control the interior of Hebei Province with food while at the same time gaining an advantage in the battle between Hebei Pengjia and Cheonri Pyo.

When the Habuk Pengga and Cheonri Pyoguk lost their power, the Wei family was expected to step forward.

Now there is even a justification.

It was obvious that everyone would think that the chaos in Habuk was due to Habuk Pengga and Cheonri Pyo-guk.

No one knows that it was Wei Shi Sega who instigated the fight.

The people will resent the Habuk Pengga and the Cheonri Pyoguk.

The Weishi family that subdued them would truly become the hero of Hebei.

Now, the ten great powers of the world were yet to be reorganized into the nine great powers of the world.

There were a few creaks, but so far it’s been smooth sailing.

The phase group looked out the window quietly.

To him, this place, Jangwoonhyeon, was like the calm before a storm.

He smiled faintly.

It was strangely funny to think of the storm as me and the Iron Blood Sword Band.

Since Jang Yun-hyeon was the place he had promised to Wi Sang-ho, he had to stay there with Wi Ji-cheon and Wi Ji-yak.

The first task is to wait.

That was when.

Footsteps echoed from the first floor.

Ta-da-dak.

The commander turned his head, narrowing his eyes.

The sound of urgent footsteps was irritating.

What appeared on the third floor was a man in black uniform.

He is none other than the Weishi Family’s Iron Blood Sword Squad member.

The warrior who had been running hurriedly upon reaching the third floor stopped in front of Sang-sang-gun.

He handed me a bamboo tube in a hurry, forgetting to even give me the lottery ticket.

The bamboo tube had the character “heaven” written on it.

The king’s eyes lit up when he saw the writing on the can.

“Where did this come from?”

“It was taken from a falcon that flew into the battlefield of Wanjin, Hubei Province.”

“A thousand-level messenger… … .”

The commander opened the sealed can of the messenger, his voice trailing off.

When sending a messenger, the Wisise family divides it into three major grades.

If it is a matter that could put a person’s life at risk, it is a human level.

The issue that could determine the fate of a family was the local level.

What about the thousand levels then?

It was a phrase that was used only when something truly shocking occurred.

Why a thousand levels?

After a moment of doubt, Sang-Gi-Un opened the can with trembling hands.

A plain note came out from inside.

When he saw the contents of the note, his mouth opened wide.

“omg.”

Wi Ji-cheon quickly asked at that sight.

“Uncle, what’s the matter?”

“I heard that someone stole all the secret funds of the Wei family in the Man-geum battlefield. Should I believe this…?”

“What does that mean?”

“If you look here, isn’t it written?”

The phase group handed over a note.

Wi Ji-cheon began to read the contents.

“Most of the money deposited in the battlefield was returned, and there were no problems with the procedure… … .”

Wi Ji-cheon’s eyes grew wider as he read the note.

In fact, the content was nonsense.

The amount of money entrusted to the Man-geum battlefield can be considered half of the Weisise’s power.

The important thing was that only the direct line could find the slush funds of the Man-geum battlefield.

To find money on the Mangum battlefield, two conditions had to be met.

The first one was a secret word in numbers.

Even if you knew the secret word, it would be impossible to find the money.

The second is handwriting.

If the handwriting of the numbers is even slightly off, the Man-Geum battlefield will not pay you money.

In other words, if there is no problem with the procedure, it means that someone in the direct lineage betrayed the family and went after the slush funds.

Originally, internal enemies were more fearsome than external enemies.

The phase group crumpled the note.

When he opened his hand, the note fell to the floor in powdered form.

Wijiyak, who had been watching the conversation, asked.

“Uncle, what should I do?”

“Brother, no, this will be resolved when the Lord returns. And isn’t it possible that this letter is fake?”

“If you look at the seal… … .”

Wijiyak stopped talking. It was because of Sangwigun’s nod.

Come to think of it, there was also the Iron Blood Sword Belt of the Wei family here.

They were people whose loyalty was so strong that they never changed their gaze.

But don’t they say that there is no business without money?

It was a law that one should never show weakness to one’s subordinates.

That was when.

A fairly loud noise was heard from outside the guest house.

Less noise.

Drumroll.

Anyone who heard it could tell that it was the sound of a cart being pulled.

The commander got up from his seat and quickly ran to the window.

He crossed his arms and looked down.

Clunk, clunk.

I could feel the vibration along with the sound of the cart being pulled.

Several carts were passing under the inn.

It was a rare sight these days to see a procession of merchants.

“Which top is this… … .”

The phase group narrowed their eyes.

Sang-gi-gun knew the situation in Ha-buk better than anyone else.

All the merchants were afraid of being caught up in the fight between the martial arts world and stopped going to Habuk.

The important point was that, starting from Jangunhyeon, one could not go any further towards Habuk.

Because the entrance to the palace was controlled to block the incoming ronin.

But why are you heading to Habuk with so much luggage?

Probably a hundred out of a hundred would come back here again.

It was clear to the phase group that they were lacking information.

The only thing that could pass through Habuk now was the Wei Shi Sega.

The one who controls Hebei Province is Dongchang.

The eunuchs of the class that were in charge were people who had close ties to the Wi family.

* * *

Seol-hwa, who was sitting on the cart, tilted her head.

Cheonghwa asked at that sight.

“What’s wrong, Sister?”

“I felt like I was being stared at strangely.”

“Isn’t it because you’re pretty that someone is looking at you? Hehe.”

When Cheonghwa smiled brightly, Seolhwa also burst into laughter.

“Phew.”

“Why are you laughing?”

“No, you’re prettier than me. When people see you, they see you, right? Do they see me?”

“No, my sister is prettier.”

That was when.

Someone burst out laughing.

“Haha. Don’t worry, you’re both pretty. But I felt those stares too.”

The owner of the voice was Baek Mi-rang.

Baek Mi-rang glanced at the guest house she had just passed by.

Clearly, the gaze was felt there.

Not the way a man looks at a woman.

It was the gaze of a beast watching its prey.

Seolhwa whispered carefully under Baek Mirang’s gaze.

“Unnie Baek, if you look at it that way, you’ll notice. Both I and Cheonghwa know roughly.”

“Huh? You knew? Since when?”

As Baek Mi-rang continued asking questions, Seol-hwa pointed behind her.

“Since the moment I entered Jangwoonhyeon.”

“What do you mean? It’s a fairy tale.”

“It seems like there are quite a few unmanned vehicles hiding their presence. So… … .”

Seolhwa never lost her smile while giving her explanation.

The story’s message was simple.

It was said that not only in the inn, but also in the surrounding area, there were quite a few unmanned people disguised as ordinary merchants.

Baek Mi-rang turned her head but then stopped.

Because the words of the fairy tale came to mind.

He was the head of the Sichuan branch of Haomen.

But it felt strange to be being taught by a child much younger than me.

Baek Mi-rang looked at the wagon loaded with grain.

The cart pullers were now wearing blue uniforms.

There were some people there with their ledgers by their side.

Seolhwa and Cheonghwa also took off their white military uniforms and wore neat blue clothes.

Anyone who saw them would have mistaken them for the girls at the top.

I didn’t know that the teenage generation of the military would so easily throw away their uniforms, which were like their symbol.

In fact, to the Red Blood Tigers, their original uniforms were just a shell.

But Baek Mi-rang couldn’t understand.

She and the Red Tigers gathered grain on their way here.

It was somewhat natural for merchants to buy goods and transport them to other regions to sell them.

But I couldn’t understand why they disguised themselves like this.

What’s even more confusing is that the matrix was split in two.

The load carried on the cart also varied accordingly.

The front wagon was taken by So Dae-seop, the leader of the Red Blood Tiger Corps, and the back was taken by Sim Mi-ho, the deputy leader.

They headed towards Hebei Province, about five hundred paces apart.

It was when they left Jangunhyeon.

The front procession continued towards Hebei Province, but the procession at the back led by Sim Mi-ho stopped.

Baek Mi-rang had to tilt her head at that sight.

I got the feeling that these people were really unknown to me.

How far did it go?

They had to stop their carriage at the entrance to Hebei Province.

There, the entrance was tightly blocked by soldiers from my class.

One of the soldiers from the same class raises his spear and hits the ground.

bang.

At that sound, people came out to see what was going on.

So Dae-seop and Jo Ho, who were at the very front, got off the horse carriage and approached Dongchang’s warrior.

“Your Majesty, what is the matter?”

So Dae-seop asked like a perfect merchant and looked at Musa.

Dongchang’s warrior narrowed his eyes and looked So Dae-seop and Sim Mi-ho up and down.

“Where are you from, merchant?”

“We are from Hubei. Here are our passes.”

So Dae-seop handed him a pass.

The soldier who checked the pass looked at it absentmindedly and then handed it back to me.

“Good job. But you can’t go in now.”

“What does that mean?”

“I have been ordered to control the ronin thoroughly.”

“Huh? Control?”

“Right now, Habuk is like two locusts glaring at each other at the tip of a spear. Ah, I’ll stop here. So, go back.”

“Just a moment, please.”

So Dae-seop glanced back and winked.

Upon receiving the signal, Joho pulled out a trumpet from his side.

Then he blew the trumpet with all his might.

Phew!

The sound of the horn trumpet bounced off the wall and bounced back.

The sound of Joho’s trumpet was that loud.

Even the commander who sent the signal was covering his ears.