Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 491



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491. The Chief of Staff (1)

Seol-hwa stood up and spoke.

“I know that in order to win a war, a general must share in the cold and heat, hard work and suffering, hunger and fullness together with his soldiers. Master.”

The corners of Zhuge Li’s mouth went up in a pleasant manner.

The students’ perspectives on the story were all different.

east longitude.

jealousy.

indifference.

There were many mixed emotions.

Hanbin took their expressions in his eyes.

Hanbin tapped his temple and added one more reason why the students disliked him.

It was the being called jealousy.

At this point, Seolhwa was a maid who was smart enough to lower the pride of other scholars.

Of course it wasn’t a coincidence.

It was an effort of narrative.

Would Hanbin have just stayed at his residence, leaving the work to Seolhwa and Cheonghwa?

Hanbin focused more on the quarters of the students and maids than on the principal of Jang Yu-jung.

Hanbin looked up at the ceiling quietly and smiled happily.

This laughter was genuine.

It felt like he had finally given a proper gift to the child who had been stabbed in his place in his past life.

Looking at the current answer, who would think that it is a former killer!

Hanbin looked at the Yongrin Sword Technique with a pleasant feeling.

In order not to fall behind Seolhwa, it was time to quickly increase the number of ‘wisdom’.

Zhuge Liang, who was watching the scene, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zhuge Liang knew who was able to answer like that.

In Zhuge Li’s opinion, the true teacher of Sulwha was Han Bin.

What is that sight of him gazing into space like a liberated monk?

It was like a crane walking proudly, looking only at the sky without even looking at the ground.

Zhuge Liang quietly raised the corners of his lips.

I thought that he was indeed the benefactor of the Zhuge family.

I didn’t think that Zhuge Liang would ever owe anyone a favor.

If you are to receive grace, it must not be from an ordinary person.

He had to have a more noble character than anyone else.

He had to have martial arts skills that were far superior to anyone else’s.

There had to be the best head in the Central Plains.

In fact, what Zhuge Li was slightly worried about was Han Bin’s personality.

Zhuge Li clenched his fist.

He was convinced that his eyes were not wrong.

Zhuge Liang tried to make Liu Bei the master of the world, but failed.

However, Zhuge Li was confident that he could make Han Bin the best in the world.

What does the best in the world mean here?

Martial arts weren’t the only thing that was the best in the world.

It meant the best in the world in every way.

Is this even possible?

A name called Kang-ho was created and there was no such person anywhere.

Zhuge Liang glanced back.

There was a folding screen that Jang Yu-jung had given him.

Zhuge Liang decided to try one more test.

Zhuge Li spread out his folding screen.

Chorus.

In an instant, the students’ eyes widened.

There were several cats drawn on the scroll.

One of the students pointed to the folding screen.

“Oh, isn’t that also called a Seonmyodo?”

“Wow, that’s true. There wasn’t just one Seonmyo-do!”

“Then they’re all fake?”

“Hey, don’t be so noisy. If you keep saying that something from the palace is fake, you might end up disappearing without anyone knowing.”

Everyone looked at the Seonmyodo and said something.

Zhuge Liang chuckled at that sight.

Seonmyo-do?

In fact, this painting was a gift from the ancestor of the Zhuge family to the previous emperor.

It is said that the Seonmyodo represents a virtuous emperor and an honest official.

Some say it was drawn by Zhuge Liang, while others say it was drawn by Zhuge Wusong, a genius in battle tactics.

Whoever drew it, it was definitely drawn by an ancestor of the Zhuge family.

There was only one reason why the Zhuge family presented this painting to the former emperor.

Because I thought the management at that time was unimaginably corrupt.

Whether it was because of the mysteriousness of the painting or because of luck, Emperor Zhenzhen of the previous generation tried to bestow good government after receiving this painting.

However, the Seonmyodo lost its original form.

The former emperor had it made into a scroll to admire the painting of Seonmyo.

The original form of the Seonmyodo was a large painting measuring twenty panels.

Although there was no place to hang this painting in the palace, it is said that in order to preserve the Seonmyo painting, it was cut into an appropriate size and made into a hanging scroll.

Well, another rumor says that the Emperor of Jeonjeondae had to make the scroll into a hanging scroll to hang it in his bedroom.

After that, Seonmyo-do was also in the Jegal family.

It became a forgotten thing even in the palace.

Why did the Zhuge family present the painting of Seonmyo to the former emperor?

According to the story handed down, it was a painting that saved sentient beings who had fallen into misery.

Jegal Se-ga had no interest in Seonmyo-do at the moment.

This painting left the hands of the Zhuge family when it was presented to the Emperor of the Former Emperor.

Besides, didn’t Seonmyo-do complete all of his missions?

After a long time, part of Seonmyo Island came into the hands of the Jegal family.

But I had no intention of holding it in my hand.

Zhuge Liang decided to use this painting of a fairy tale in the examinations of Confucian students.

As expected, Hanbin could not solve this problem, only someone from the Zhuge family could solve it.

Also, this problem was one that could only be solved without greed.

Even the people of the Zhuge family could solve this problem because they knew its meaning, but it was a problem that a person encountering it for the first time would not be able to solve.

Zhuge Li glanced at Han Bin and then turned his gaze to the other Confucian scholars.

She quietly watched the students exchanging opinions.

Zhuge Li, with a pleasant expression on his face, stood up from his seat.

Zhuge Li clapped his hands and attracted the attention of the Confucian scholars.

match!

As the Confucian scholars’ eyes gathered, Zhuge Li hung the scroll on the main beam.

The students’ eyes lit up as the folding screen unfolded perfectly.

Hanbin also stretched and looked at the folding screen.

Inside the folding screen, a giant cat that looked like a god was looking down from above the clouds.

Below, mice of various colors, including red, yellow, green, and blue, were playing.

While everyone was looking at the scroll as if it was new, Zhuge Li said.

“This painting is called a ‘seonmyodo’.”

“Are you sure it’s a Seonmyo-do? There was a Seonmyo-do last time too… … .”

When one of the students tilted his head, the students behind him also expressed their opinions.

“That’s right. Last time, I called it Seonmyo-do.”

“Is this fake?”

The students all asked again as if they were all amazed.

At that sight, Zhuge Li opened his mouth with a pleased expression.

“That’s a drawing, and this is a drawing. The last question for today will come from this scroll.”

“… … .”

As everyone swallowed dry saliva, Zhuge Li continued speaking.

“The problem is simple.”

Zhuge Li made eye contact with the Confucian scholars and finally fixed his gaze on Han Bin.

He continued speaking quietly in that state.

“Do you see this white fresh cat? The challenge is to guess which of the mice below this cat will eat.”

“… … .”

“I will give this sketch to the student who guesses correctly, so do your best. But! Each person can only get one chance.”

At the same time, the eyes of the Confucian scholars alternated between the fresh cat above and the rat below.

All the students were racking their brains in anxiety.

Of course, the same was true for Choi Yu-ji.

The reason Choi Yu-ji was so desperate was not because she was greedy for Seonmyo-do.

It was because of the contract with Hanbin.

Choi Yu-ji glanced at Han-bin and gritted her teeth.

If you find the Seonmyodo and give it to Hanbin, your quota for this week will be completed.

It made me gnash my teeth at the thought that this slave contract would continue until I graduated from Yulim Academy.

Choi Yu-ji sent a signal to the students who followed him.

At the same time, they flocked to Choi Yu-ji’s side.

Choi Yu-ji continued speaking quietly.

“Everyone, listen carefully to what I have to say from now on.”

“Tell me, Mr. Choi.”

“There are seven mice. If we guess one by one, wouldn’t it be the correct answer? Right now, it doesn’t matter who gets the right answer. What matters is that we get the right answer.”

“Wow, you are a genius.”

“Enough with the empty words. Let’s get started now.”

Following Choi Yu-ji’s instructions, each group of larvae were to be photographed one at a time.

In some ways, it’s a reasonable choice.

Choi Yu-ji was a Confucian scholar who valued practical benefits over formalities.

The fact that Zhuge Li was watching from the side didn’t matter.

All I had to do was guess the correct answer and achieve my goal.

Seol-hwa bit her lips as she watched them plan their operation.

The correct answer he had guessed before was useless.

What was important to Seolhwa was the Seonmyodo.

Of course, if Hanbin wasn’t looking for the Seonmyodo, it was just a piece of paper.

Seolhwa quietly looked at Cheonghwa and Sogun.

There weren’t enough people to take pictures like them.

Seolhwa let out a sigh without realizing it.

“phew.”

“What’s wrong, Sister?”

“I don’t know the answer to that question. We have no choice but to guess, but we… … .”

“You might as well ask Confucius.”

“Confucius?”

Seolhwa looked at Hanbin quietly.

Hanbin was just staring into space.

Does Hanbin really know the answer?

Seolhwa looked at Hanbin with eyes that asked him to teach her the correct answer.

But Hanbin was just staring blankly into space without even making eye contact.

It was clear that Hanbin didn’t know the answer either.

In fact, Hanbin didn’t care who got the answer right.

Whoever guesses correctly will get the Seonmyodo in their hands!

At that time, the cries of students shouting out the correct answers could be heard here and there.

“It’s green.”

“Red… … .”

“I think it’s blue.”

“… … .”

The students gave various answers as planned.

After everyone answered, Zhuge Li looked at Han Bin and nodded.

“What does Mr. Peng think?”

“I would like to hear the other students’ answers first, Master.”

“Oh.”

Zhuge Li looked around with an amused expression.

Everyone was swallowing dry saliva.

Zhuge Li, who had seen the scene with his own eyes, continued speaking.

“No student has answered correctly so far. Let’s give a chance to those who haven’t answered.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

When one of the students asked incredulously, Zhuge Li answered with a faint smile.

“He said that no student got the answer right.”

“Do I have to tell you the solution process?”

“There is no need to solve the problem. Just get the correct answer.”

“We’ve taken pictures of all the rats, so how can there be no correct answer? Sir.”

“Why would that be? You have to think about that.”

“… … .”

The students fell silent.

Most of the larvae used up their chances once.

At that moment, Choi Yu-ji stood up from her seat with her eyes shining.

“I think I know the answer.”

“Oh, tell me.”

“If I were you, I would eat all the rats.”

“Hmm, that’s a unique answer, different from other Confucian scholars.”

“Thank you. Then I have the correct answer… … .”

“I’m sorry, but that’s not the right answer.”

In an instant, Sohogak became a battlefield.

“phew!”

“Then what is the correct answer?”

“Oh, is the bachelor teasing us?”

Sighs were heard here and there, and voices mixed with complaints filled the room.

That was when.

Someone raised a hand quietly.

Swish.

Zhuge Li turned his head and looked at the person who raised his hand.

Zhuge Liang opened his mouth as if he found it amusing.

“Do you have anything to say? Student Cheonghwa!”