Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 435



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435. Confucius Sharpening His Sword (5)

In response to Jang Sam’s question, Han Bin silently raised his hand. Han Bin quietly pointed to Jang Sam with his finger.

Jang Sam asked about the behavior that he did not understand.

“Why me? Is it possible that our lives are needed?”

“No, I was referring to Jang Sam’s clothes. Why do you think I dressed the Red Blood Tigers in merchant attire?”

“Why? There must be a reason to hide your identity when passing through the gate.”

“Well, that’s one thing, but… … . The important thing is that I have to fulfill the role of a true merchant.”

“The role of a merchant? My lord.”

“I’m going to stop by the castle gate for a bit and then do some business.”

“What the heck now… … .”

Jang Sam couldn’t continue speaking.

This is because Hanbin suddenly pulled out the half-broken Wol-ah.

Sling.

Jang Sam unconsciously stepped back and reflexively opened his lips.

“My lord, I will not ask any more questions.”

Hanbin said with a look of surprise at the sight of Jang Sam waving his hands from side to side.

“Jangsam, what are you misunderstanding? I pulled out the sword because I thought I needed to sharpen the blade a little more.”

“Oh, I see… … . Phew!”

Hanbin continued speaking as he saw Jang Sam sighing deeply.

“Don’t just sit there blankly. If you have a good whetstone, bring it to me.”

“Oh, I will bring it, my lord.”

Jang Sam quickly ran and brought a whetstone.

Hanbin quickly looked over the whetstone that Jang Sam had handed him and began sharpening his sword again on the spot.

Swish.

Swish.

At that sound, Baek Mi-rang glanced around.

It was a frightening sound when I heard it at night.

But when the day broke and I heard it, it sounded like the sound of a temple bell.

The reason was because of Hanbin’s appearance as he counted the days.

Watching Hanbin sharpen his sword, it seemed like a great monk was meditating.

The story was equally surprising.

The excitement I felt last night was gone, and now I felt like a god.

Seolhwa found herself muttering to herself without realizing it.

“Sister, our Confucius looks exactly like a god.”

“You look like a great monk to me.”

Baek Mi-rang answered and stared at Han-bin.

She was once again convinced that Hanbin was the master of Haomen.

Not only them, but everyone’s eyes were focused on Hanbin.

I was mesmerized by the sight of the Red Blood Tiger Corps members and Gwanggae-do Hanbin.

Even though everyone’s eyes were on Hanbin, he continued to sharpen his sword as if nothing had happened.

In fact, this kind of whetstone cannot sharpen the edge of the Wol-Ah sword.

The famous sword Wol-ah’s edge does not change even if it is sharpened on a whetstone.

What Hanbin was trying to build was not Wol-ah’s sword blade.

What was being sharpened now was the blade of the mind.

Although it was a past life, I could still clearly see the members of the Demon Swords dying one by one.

There was even a clue that they were trying to attack Habuk and take control of Habuk.

Hanbin was planning to shake up the Weisse family to the core.

Half an hour had passed, but Hanbin couldn’t stop his movements.

Those who were looking at Hanbin didn’t even blink an eye.

The sight of Hanbin sharpening his sword was shocking to them.

They were each gaining insight from Hanbin’s actions.

Even Gwanggae narrowed his eyes and focused on Hanbin’s appearance.

Gwanggae twisted his wrists left and right and drew a picture of a herb in his head.

Strangely enough, it seemed like Hanbin was sharpening his sword, showing his herbivorous side.

That was when.

Hanbin got up from his seat.

Hanbin walked towards Baek Mirang first.

Everyone swallowed hard and waited for Hanbin to speak.

Instead of speaking, Hanbin handed over a note.

“Look at this, Miss Baek.”

“What is this?”

“If you look closely, you will see. You can go with Lady Heuk without anyone knowing. This is something that can only be done in Haomen.”

“Yes, I understand, Your Majesty.”

Baek Mi-rang put Han-bin’s note in her bosom.

Then I looked at Heukmirang.

Black Wolf nods at that gaze.

At the same time, both of them flew.

Whoosh!

The two disappeared, leaving behind only the sound of the wind blowing.

Those gathered around tilted their heads at the sight.

At that time, Seolhwa asked Hanbin.

“Master, there is something I am really curious about.”

“If you are asking about the contents of the note… … .”

“No. I’m curious about Baekmi and Unnie and Heukmi and Unnie.”

“What are you curious about?”

“You said they were sisters. I heard yesterday that even though they look different, they are twins.”

“Well, that’s true… … .”

Hanbin linked arms and recalled the day he first met Heukmirang.

At that time, her face was not much different from Baek Mi-rang’s.

However, Heukmirang’s appearance changed because Hanbin was dragging her around.

Of course, it will recover after a while, but I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry since they looked different even though they were twins.

At that moment, Seolhwa continued speaking regardless of Hanbin’s expression.

“What I’m curious about is, even though they are sisters, why do they have different last names?”

“That’s a sharp observation.”

“Hehe, I was just curious.”

As Seol-hwa laughed without saying a word, Sim Mi-ho, who had been watching from the side, stepped forward.

“Snow Flower. Black Mirang and White Mirang seem to be nicknames, not names… … Mirang, a beautiful wolf? Well, considering White Mirang’s appearance and personality, it seems like a perfect nickname.”

Sim Mi-ho quietly looked at the place where Baek Mi-rang and Heuk Mi-rang had disappeared.

In fact, Sim Mi-ho was also curious about what kind of instructions they had received from Han Bin.

* * *

Baekmirang and Heukmirang running somewhere.

The one ahead of the two was Heukmirang.

Baekmirang tilted her head as she followed Heukmirang.

Just looking at his face, it wouldn’t have been strange if he collapsed at any moment.

But as we ran together like this, I felt that Heukmirang’s lightness technique had changed.

As the distance between them grew wider, Baek Mi-rang shouted.

“With black rice!”

“Why? Sister!”

When Heukmirang glanced back, Baekmirang gestured and shouted.

“Just wait a minute.”

“Confucius told me to hurry. Where is there time to rest?”

“I told you to bring it by this afternoon… … When did Confucius tell you to hurry?”

“Is that so?”

Black Mirang stopped, tilting his head.

Baek Mi-rang, who had walked towards Heuk Mi-rang, began to examine her physical condition.

Baek Mi-rang, who had been looking up and down, narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth.

“Heukmi-rang, be honest with me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“What did you receive from Confucius?”

“I was dragged around and suffered so much that I got nothing in return.”

“Be honest.”

Heukmirang raised her head and looked up at the sky, pressing her temples.

For a moment, she shook her head.

“No matter how much I think about it, I haven’t received anything.”

“But why did the colorless seven-tone treasure change so much?”

“What has changed… … .”

Heukmirang trailed off.

She also discovered that there was something strange about her lightness technique.

First, he maintained steady breathing even though he ran like this.

This didn’t make sense in the first place.

Although the Colorless Seven-Effective Sword is the best light-hearted technique in Haomun, second only to the stealth and speed, its weakness is its endurance.

But rather than becoming rough, his breathing remained steady, as if he was having a tidal wave.

The second was speed.

She didn’t increase her speed very much.

Looking at Baek Mi-rang’s expression, it was clear that she was feeling burdened.

then?

As Baek Mi-rang said, there was a change in her own colorless seven-tone sound.

Baekmirang, seeing Heukmirang’s troubled appearance, suddenly reached out her hand.

Baekmirang caught Heukmirang’s pulse.

Heukmirang gave me a full bottle of beer without any problem.

Baek Mi-rang’s eyes widened as she checked the pulse.

“Oh, what the hell is going on? Why are your blood vessels so clean?”

“Clean, what do you mean?”

“You know what Haomen’s greatest weakness is.”

“I know. That’s the internal energy method. Because of that, the blood vessels are filled with turbid energy… … .”

“Yes, learning the art of ascending is like trying to reach the stars in the sky. You and I were able to get to this level thanks to the elixir we received when we were young.”

“Yes, that’s true. But what’s wrong with my bloodline?”

“There is not a single speck of turbidity in your blood. You are like a child… … .”

Baekmirang looked at Heukmirang’s rough face.

Then, as if he had understood something, he continued speaking.

“Come to think of it, isn’t it the turbid air that came out of your body, not the life force? Your skin is rough right now, and your appearance looks ruined too… … .”

“Are you saying that it’s because all the pent-up energy has escaped?”

“Not only that, but my lightness skills have also been raised to a higher level.”

“I don’t understand.”

“So. What did Confucius give you? Think carefully.”

“therefore…….”

Heukmirang tilted her head again.

But Hanbin didn’t give anything to himself.

All she received was the hardships she had endured on her way here.

Heukmi-rang, whose thoughts had reached that point, opened her eyes wide.

Because it was clear that the hardship had changed him.

He said he was in a hurry to get here and rushed himself and Youngho, but that was clearly not true.

It was clear that he had been rolling it to give himself enlightenment.

The result is my current physical condition.

At that time, Baek Mi-rang said with an envious expression.

“Now that I look at it, your skin has recovered a lot. Since the toxins have left your body, your recovery seems to be going faster. Congratulations, little brother.”

Baekmirang patted Heukmirang’s shoulder.

In that moment, Heukmirang fell to his knees on the spot.

Baek Mi-rang asked after seeing her younger brother collapse without strength.

“What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?”

“That’s not it… … .”

Heukmirang, whose voice was trailing off, lay flat on her stomach facing where Hanbin was.

Heukmirang was now bowing towards where Hanbin was.

In a more reverent attitude than ever before… … .

* * *

After sending Baekmirang and Heukmirang away, Hanbin headed to the entrance of Hebei Province, where he stopped for a moment before returning.

Sim Mi-ho couldn’t understand Han Bin’s intentions.

A man named Eunuch Seo blocked Hanbin’s carriage.

Hanbin returned to Eunuch Seo without saying a word, bowing his head.

Sim Mi-ho couldn’t understand Han Bin’s actions.

Because Hanbin turned around without responding.

Sim Mi-ho asked in a low voice.

“I understand that the carriage of the first commander, So Dae-seop, passed through Hebei Province. Is it okay for him to return like this?”

“You just have to show your face. Why are you crawling through the gate?”

“No, you said you were doing business.”

“I never said I was doing business in the castle, Deputy Chief Sim.”

“So where are you going now?”

“They’re all here now. Everyone, please pass through here as slowly as possible.”

Hanbin raised his hand high.

Sim Mi-ho tilted her head at that sight.

The place Hanbin stopped at just now was Jangwoonhyeon, which he had passed by not long ago.

You came all the way here and now you’re coming back here?

You’re saying you’re going to pass through there as slowly as possible?

Sim Mi-ho couldn’t figure out Han Bin’s true intentions.

That was when.

Hanbin, who was at the very front, got off the cart and walked slowly.

As Hanbin pulled the cart, the merchants of Jangwoonhyeon began to chatter without any hesitation.

“Haha, there are more merchants who got rejected. What should we do?”

“That’s right. Don’t you think the soldiers guarding the gate are a little strange?”

“What’s strange?”

“It’s because it feels strange that only grains are selected and not passed through.”

“No way… … Don’t say something like that. You’ll get arrested if you do.”

Those who were murmuring looked around and then closed their mouths.

That was when.

A cart was added behind Hanbin.

It was a cart brought by Baekmirang and Heukmirang.

The cart naturally joined Hanbin’s group.

It was a secret movement, as if a cartwheel were unfolding a colorless seven-note treasury.

Hanbin glanced back and then slowly walked down the street with a smile on his face.

After walking for a while, Hanbin began to slow down even further.

“It’s about time to show up… … .”