Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 493



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493. Nanggungjichu (3)

It felt like an unknown emotion was directed at me.

Hanbin waved his hand to everyone nonchalantly.

When Hanbin waved his hand, the students who were watching quickly turned their heads.

It must have been awkward.

Only Choi Yu-ji was not avoiding Hanbin’s gaze.

Even though they were facing each other, Choi Yu-ji’s eyes were like a candle flickering in the wind.

His gaze wandered between Hanbin and Cheonghwa, unable to decide.

Hanbin didn’t react much to that gaze.

At that moment, Cheonghwa came running carrying a folding screen.

“Confucius!”

“Thank you for your hard work, Cheonghwa.”

“There’s a drawing here too. Did I do well?”

Cheonghwa looked at Hanbin like a puppy looking for praise.

If Cheonghwa had a tail, it probably would wag it wildly.

Hanbin smiled happily.

“Yes, you worked hard today. But if you come running like this before the lecture is over, what will happen to Master Jegal?”

“ah.”

As Qinghua opened her mouth, Zhuge Li’s voice was heard from behind.

“I’m fine. This lecture isn’t a one-sided lecture, so it’s okay to talk to each other.”

Cheonghwa’s expression brightened at that voice.

Hanbin also laughed at that expression.

“Now that Master Zhuge Liang has shown great understanding, I should return to my seat.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Cheonghwa bowed her head slightly and immediately returned to her seat.

As the students’ gazes followed Cheonghwa, Hanbin quietly shook his head.

The students’ gazes now contained quite complex emotions.

The awe they had shown just a moment ago was gone, and their eyes were filled with hatred.

Perhaps it was because she was ignored by a single maid.

In fact, there was only one reason why Hanbin was dumbfounded.

The point was that Cheonghwa was not just a maid.

Which sect do the managers fear the most?

If there are a hundred, everyone will choose Sacheondangga.

If we are to judge by force, we would have to choose between shamans or Shaolin.

But why are they afraid of the Sacheondangga?

This is because the martial arts of Sacheon Dangga are comprised of poison and secret weapons.

If it was poison and secret weapons, it was no problem to send them to the goal unnoticed.

Without even knowing who did it or when it happened.

If you don’t know who did it, then what’s the point of having a clause that says inviolability of official duties?

If it was the poison of Sacheondangga, it could make the opponent suffer without even knowing why.

Even if Rep. Yong-han came, there was a high probability that he would not be able to reveal that it was poison.

In addition, the Sacheondang family’s characters were known to them for their eccentric personalities.

For these many reasons, officials have feared the Sacheondangga for generations.

To them, Sacheondangga was a hedgehog in their arms.

Even though he was fine in normal times, he could change his mind at any moment and have his hair stand on end and rip his chest off. That was Sacheondangga.

Well, the solution for officials in central politics was simple.

It was to make Sacheondangga a friend.

That was the solution of politically savvy officials.

Thanks to this, officials from the Sacheon Party could often be seen in central politics.

He quietly works on the affairs of the country as if he has nothing to do with the martial arts world, but he also secretly supports the Sacheondangga.

But now, you look at the direct lineage of the Sacheondang family with hatred and contempt?

Perhaps if they knew Cheonghwa’s exact identity, they would feel a chill down their spine.

There was no way Zhuge Li could not sense that the atmosphere had become strange.

Zhuge Liang, who checked the expressions of the students, coughed in vain.

“hmm.”

It was a small sound, but it was full of energy.

The empty cough filled with internal energy immediately irritated the eardrums of the students.

With one small cough, the inside of Sohogak became as quiet as a mouse.

Zhuge Li, who was looking at the sight with satisfaction, continued speaking.

“That’s all for today’s lecture.”

“… … .”

But no one answered.

Everyone was surprised by the cough that contained internal energy.

Zhuge Liang smiled brightly and continued speaking.

“That’s all for today’s lecture. Unfortunately, I’ve run out of money.”

After leaving his words, Zhuge Li left Xiaohu Pavilion quietly.

When Zhuge Li disappeared, Han Bin quietly approached Seolhwa and Cheonghwa.

Now it was time to leave Soho-gak.

At that moment, sharp gazes were fixed on Hanbin again.

Hanbin ignored the gaze and nodded, “Let’s go back now.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“yes.”

Seolhwa and Cheonghwa answered at the same time, and Sogun, who was next to them, quietly nodded.

Hanbin also turned around and left Soho Pavilion.

* * *

Hanbin, who was walking out of Soho-gak and toward the restaurant, narrowed his eyes and quietly looked at the distant mountains.

It was because I felt like I was missing something.

The fact that I still feel this way despite having raised my wisdom to eighteen meant that my knowledge level was still very lacking.

It was after I found out all the students’ personal information that I started to feel this way.

The families of the Confucian scholars were not connected to any faction, sect, or demonic sect.

And the students’ lives are relatively clean.

The saying goes that although arrogance pierces the sky, it does not mean that he is a scoundrel.

If I had seen the results with my own eyes, I would have felt more at ease.

But I kept feeling like I was missing something.

It wasn’t that hard to figure out the answers to the questions given in class, but I felt like I lacked the wisdom to find the right answer that would resolve this discomfort.

How can we fill the syllable ‘ji (智)’, which represents wisdom, to its limit?

I thought that perhaps this would be filled in naturally as time went by and these lectures passed.

The problem was that I wanted to know the identity of the uneasiness now.

At that moment, Cheonghwa walked next to Hanbin, who was walking with a folding chair at his side.

Cheonghwa, who had been staring at Hanbin, smiled brightly and asked.

“Confucius, did you know the secret of the Seonmyo-do?”

“It’s a secret, Cheonghwa.”

“Hey, don’t do that. Just teach me. You are my teacher.”

That was when.

Seolhwa grabbed Cheonghwa’s sleeve.

“Cheonghwa, just a moment… … .”

“What’s wrong, Sister?”

“It would be rude to ask Confucius now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ask someone passing by this question.”

“What did you say?”

“Are you breathing right now?”

“Hey, what’s that? If you don’t breathe, you die. You don’t need to ask a passerby about that.”

“Yes, there is no need to ask that. What you just asked Confucius is the same.”

“The same?”

“Of course Confucius knows everything!”

“yes?”

“Confucius knows who the bad guys are, who the good guys are, and who should be beaten. But do you think he didn’t know about the secret of the Seonmyo Island?”

“Oh, now that I hear it, that’s true.”

Cheonghwa opened her mouth for a while, then quickly turned her head as if she remembered something.

In the direction where Cheonghwa’s gaze was directed, Hanbin was walking with a trembling expression.

In fact, Hanbin was a little confused by the current situation.

How can you possibly know everything about the world?

I couldn’t understand how Seolhwa and Cheonghwa saw me and why they said such things.

At that moment, Cheonghwa bowed her head slightly.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“There’s some misunderstanding… … .”

Before Hanbin could finish speaking, Cheonghwa’s face turned red and she waved her hands wildly.

“No. I asked something so obvious… … .”

“… … .”

Hanbin quietly raised his head and looked up at the sky.

It was because Cheonghwa’s gaze was burdensome.

Cheonghwa’s gaze was reverent, as if she was facing the incarnation of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva.

After a moment, Hanbin continued speaking as if he had remembered something.

“Seolhwa, Cheonghwa, and Sogun. I have something to say to all of them.”

“Yes, I will listen. Go ahead, Your Majesty.”

Seolhwa spoke on behalf of the group, and Cheonghwa and Sogun next to her nodded silently.

Hanbin continued walking and opened his mouth with a kind face.

There is a saying, “A man is better than another.”

“I know. There’s a saying that goes, “A needle in a pocket will stick out through clothes.” It means that even if a talented person hides, he or she will be noticed by others.”

When Seolhwa answered without hesitation, Hanbin nodded.

“That’s right. Seolhwa must have studied a lot.”

“No. You mean to say that we are the equals?”

“Well, they are similar but different. What I’m trying to say is that people who see a sharp awl have different thoughts. Those who think the awl is dangerous will probably first think about how to get rid of it.”

“Oh, we might be in danger… … .”

Seolhwa looked at Hanbin with eyes full of awe, her words trailing off.

“similar.”

Hanbin smiled brightly.

Seolhwa’s answer was actually half correct.

To be exact, it was because I was worried that my opponent might be in danger.

If there is a Confucian scholar who tries to harm Seolhwa and Cheonghwa, will his life be spared?

Not only Cheonghwa, but also Seolhwa belonged to the Sacheon Dangga.

Seolhwa had long been the adoptive granddaughter of Tang Mu-cheon, the greatest German of the time.

Status is one thing, but is Seol-hwa or Cheong-hwa the type of person who would stay still after being hit in the back of the head?

Perhaps there was a bloodbath between the government and the martial arts world.

There was one more thing Hanbin wanted to say.

“There is a saying in martial arts that one-third of one’s strength should be hidden.”

“Isn’t that three pennies? I’ve been wondering for a while… … .”

“You guys are strong, so let’s do three-tenths.”

“Oh, such profound meaning… … . Thank you, Confucius.”

When Seol-hwa seemed moved again and gave a lottery ticket, Han-bin responded with a smile.

“No. Then let me finish what I was saying. Just like in the world of martial arts, in Yurim, you have to hide your strength so that you can use it when you are in danger.”

“Now that I think about it, you are saying all these things for our benefit. Thank you, Confucius.”

“But you don’t have to hide it when I’m around.”

“What do you mean?”

“Because the country’s pockets are strong enough that the awl won’t stick out.”

“Oh, Your Majesty.”

Seolhwa covered her mouth with a moved expression.

Cheonghwa, who was next to him, also bit her lips tightly.

The boy clenched his fists and held back tears.

Hanbin walked ahead quietly.

Hanbin’s words were sincere.

In fact, there was no need to reveal one’s martial arts skills or academic background.

That was when.

The Yonglin Sword Technique began to sparkle.

[… … ]

[Wisdom: twenty]

The number went up and stopped at twenty.

Suddenly, two went up.

Hanbin looked at Seolhwa and Cheonghwa quietly.

Seolhwa and Cheonghwa were unable to control their intense emotions and were shedding tears.

Perhaps the knots that came in this time were definitely from Seolhwa and Cheonghwa.

This is exactly what crowd psychology is.

Looking to the side, So-gun was also crying, unable to control his emotions.

Hanbin snickered when he saw Sogun.

The reason there are only two instead of three is probably because So-gun has not yet developed academically enough to embrace the essence of wisdom.

A lightning bolt struck Hanbin’s head as he smiled at them.

The answer to a question that I had previously found awkward has now appeared.

It was the memories of the Confucian scholars from their previous lives.

To be exact, it was not that I recalled my past life memories of the Confucian scholars.

The problem was that, once my mind became clearer, I had no memories of the students.