Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 495



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495. Tiger in front, wolf in back (2)

Choi Yu-ji furrowed her brows.

Where in the world is there an effect without a cause?

Choi Yu-ji judged that everything that was happening now was abnormal.

There is always a reasonable cause for the result.

Finding the cause is not just the job of the police.

Finding out the cause was the duty of those who studied science.

Choi Yu-ji also looked at the other person from that perspective.

The problem is that no matter how much I think about it, I can’t find the answer.

At that time, Hong Geum-ho opened his mouth.

“We discussed this quietly while you were away. And we came to the conclusion that we cannot understand this unless you are conspiring with Yang Seok-bong to take advantage of us.”

“Hmm, are you doubting me?”

“Given the circumstances, there is no other explanation. Wasn’t Peng Hanbin a martial artist? So someone like that would try to ensnare us with his head? Tell me, is that possible? I would understand if the martial artist was Zhuge Liang or Murong Liang. But it’s the Habuk Peng family, the Habuk Peng family.”

Hong Geum-ho put special emphasis on the word “Habuk Pengga.”

At those words, Choi Yu-ji sighed.

“Sigh… … . I also wonder about that. I honestly think that Yang Seok-bong deceived me.”

“Yang Seok-bong… … . Even if you say that, there is one part that I don’t understand. That is, how a mere maid can understand the theory of existence and non-existence.”

“hmm.”

As Choi Yu-ji narrowed her eyes, Hong Geum-ho continued speaking.

“Isn’t the fact that emptiness itself is the essence in line with the meaning that existence and non-existence are not separated but one? Applying that to a problem with a hanging scroll means that she is not a maid, but the daughter of a famous man of letters.”

All the students nodded at Hong Geum-ho’s words.

Of course, this was a mistake on the part of the Confucian scholars.

Choi Yu-ji shook her head at their gaze.

“The family of a scholar? That doesn’t make sense. What’s the pity that a daughter of a scholar would become a maid in Habukpangga?”

“You don’t understand? But why did this happen? Not only did you sign a contract with a person from Habukpengga, but now you’re being pushed aside by a maid in academics?”

“Okay, calm down!”

“How can you calm down? We trust you and follow you. We will stand by your side even when you enter office… .”

“I will take responsibility.”

“How can you take responsibility?”

“I will use all my clan power and my brain to drive them out.”

“Can I believe it?”

“If you can’t trust me, who can you trust? Have you forgotten where my family comes from? It’s the Choi family of Shanxi.”

“How on earth are we going to get rid of them?”

“Is there anything that money and power can’t do?”

“… … .”

“You’re calling me water because I’ve been beaten by that bastard Peng. You must have forgotten who I am. I’m Choi Yu-ji, Choi Yu-ji.”

Choi Yu-ji’s eyes lit up.

It was as sharp as the eyes of an unmanned person.

Hong Jin-ho instinctively nodded his head at his momentum.

“Okay.”

He nodded and glanced to the side.

There was an old man and an old woman who appeared to be workers, diligently sweeping the floor with a broom.

Both the old man and the old woman had hunched backs and their arms holding the brooms were hanging limp.

When Hong Geum-ho coughed in vain after seeing them, Choi Yu-ji snickered.

“I feel sorry for them, but they are hard of hearing and cannot understand what we are saying. You can think of them as old mules about to retire.”

“That’s fortunate.”

“Well, it can’t hurt to be careful, so let’s head back now.”

“Okay.”

Hong Geum-ho nodded.

With those words, the students left like an ebb tide.

As they left, an old man among the workers bowed to them.

The old woman swept the floor with a broom, not even noticing them passing by.

Slurp.

The old woman swept Choi Yu-ji’s legs with a broom, as if she couldn’t even see.

Choi Yu-ji narrowed her eyebrows and looked at the old woman.

Instead of getting irritated by the old woman, he clicked his tongue.

“Tsk tsk, that’s too bad.”

All the students left, including Choi Yu-ji.

* * *

As the Confucian scholars all disappeared, the old woman’s back straightened slightly.

After a moment, the old woman checked her surroundings and straightened her back.

There was a chill in the old woman’s eyes.

The old man also straightened his back and his eyes sparkled.

The old man’s eyes, unlike the old woman’s, shone red like the sun.

Like the red sunset that disappears, revealing its tail.

They looked at each other for a moment.

The old man, who had been watching silently for a long time, opened his mouth.

“I want to break their necks, my lord.”

“Come on. Just leave me alone when I tell you to show off my skills. Instead!”

“Give the order, Your Majesty.”

“If you want to make the joke a little more fun, you have to set the stage.”

“Are you saying we should bring forward the plan? Your Majesty.”

“There was a signal that things were moving forward.”

The old woman raised her index finger and pointed somewhere.

The place he was pointing to was a mountain far from Yulim Seowon.

The old man’s eyes widened as he looked at the mountain.

“Uh, that’s… … .”

There was nothing but trees there, but if you look closely, the trees were a little different in color.

On the hillside of a distant mountain, red trees lined up in a row.

Someone is sending signals by changing the colors of the leaves.

Anyone who looked at it could see that the number the tree represented was ‘one (一).’

It was an unidentifiable number because the red trees were lined up in a row.

The old woman continued speaking with a sly smile.

“Yes, it’s time now. This boring life here is over.”

“I see. Now, if I just hold on a little longer, I can go home.”

The old man smiled brightly, his red eyes shining.

In an instant, the old woman’s wrinkles deepened.

“I told you to control your expression. Have you forgotten that the basics of disguise are consistency?”

The old woman narrowed her eyes and glared at the old man.

The most important thing in disguise is consistency of action.

Actions naturally include voice and facial expression management.

The old man waved his hands urgently with a puzzled expression.

“I’m sorry. … … But.”

“What else is the problem?”

“These are the students they are trying to harm.”

“Are you talking about the Confucian scholar from Habukpengga? What’s wrong with that Confucian scholar? To me, he’s no different from the other weak Confucian scholars.”

“Yes, I already know that the Confucian scholar is nothing special. But those maids seem unusual.”

“Yeah, I feel that too, so don’t worry.”

“The maids’ martial arts are martial arts, but… …. I’m saying this because one of them seems familiar.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“I think I’ve seen the youngest maid somewhere.”

“Young maid… … .”

“Yes, the maid who looks about ten years old. What… what did she say?”

“That must be a mistake. It’s been five years since we entered Yulim Seowon. How could we possibly be acquainted with that child?”

“Now that I think about it, that’s true, Lord.”

“fizzle.”

As the old woman put her hand to her lips, the old man quickly bent down and picked up the broom again.

The old woman was also squeezing before she knew it.

Swish. Swish.

Their backs, which had been erect, sagged, and their arms, which had been swinging, seemed to have lost all their strength.

They were doing it in the backyard where there was no one.

That was when.

Someone was walking from afar.

Thud thud.

The old man and the old woman pretended not to hear the other person and silently went about their business.

The footsteps stopped and the other person’s voice was heard.

“Thank you for your hard work, Grandma.”

“… … .”

“Would you like to eat this?”

“… … .”

“I guess you can’t hear very well, Grandma.”

“… … .”

The other person kept talking to me without stopping.

The old woman bowed her head as if she had not heard and devoted herself to her work.

The opponent was more persistent than I thought.

By this point I was probably tired and would have just passed by, but he kept talking to me.

But I couldn’t raise my head and accept what he said.

As I said earlier, the most important thing in disguise is consistency of actions.

If she suddenly raised her head here, the other person would have no choice but to suspect the old woman.

That was the old woman’s thought.

It was when the old woman’s patience reached its limit because of the person who kept talking to her.

Something quickly approached the old woman’s eyes.

Sigh.

For a moment, the old woman’s hand flinched.

It was a stealthy, if not impulsive, attack, though not quick.

The old woman gritted her teeth and stopped moving her hands.

This reminds me of Yulim Seowon.

There could be no bloodshed in Yulim Seowon.

The old woman knew that the only person who could cause trouble was herself.

At that moment, the object that was rushing in front of my eyes stopped.

A sweet scent tickled my nose.

Only then did the old woman raise her head.

There was a young-looking woman there, smiling awkwardly.

Looking closely, she was the maid of a Confucian scholar from Habukpengga.

The maid said with an apologetic expression as the old woman stared at her.

“I’m sorry if I surprised you.”

“Wh, what’s going on?”

“Please eat this.”

The maid placed the skewer in the old woman’s hand and disappeared.

The old woman was staring blankly at the spot where she had disappeared.

Then the old man asked cautiously.

“What is that, my lord?”

“Can’t you tell when you see it? Isn’t it sugar?”

“So. Why are you giving me candy?”

“Well, I don’t know either.”

“That party… … . Can I try a bite?”

“Okay.”

After finishing speaking, the old woman bent down and took a bite of the candy.

The old man, looking at the sight, smacked his lips.

The old man, who had finished eating the candy, continued speaking softly.

“I think I need to change my plans a little.”

“Changing plans?”

“Just a little bit… … .”

The old woman’s eyes shone brighter than ever.

* * *

A week later, at Hanbin’s residence.

Today, as always, Seolhwa and Cheonghwa came to Hanbin’s room.

They were reporting to Hanbin what had happened at Yulim Seowon.

After the report was over, Hanbin asked.

“There’s nothing suspicious?”

“Yes, there was nothing suspicious.”

Then Cheonghwa cautiously intervened.

“Your Majesty, my sister is suspicious.”

“What does that mean?”

As Hanbin narrowed his eyes, Cheonghwa continued speaking.

“It’s nothing special, but my sister keeps giving candy to the worker who cleans the temple.”

“What’s so suspicious about that?”

When Seolhwa asked as if it was absurd, Cheonghwa smiled brightly.

“It’s strange that my sister would give up the candy.”

“It’s a shame that I can barely hold the broom. And Confucius asked me to bring it to you.”

“Confucius?”

It was when Cheonghwa tilted her head.

Someone knocked on the door.

Knock. Knock.

Hanbin said at that sound.

“Come in, Mr. Choi.”

At that moment, the door opened and Choi Yu-ji came in.

Choi Yu-ji, standing in front of Han Bin, slightly bowed her head with a pleasant expression.

“How have you been?”

“Yes, I’ve been doing well. But what’s wrong?”

“Tonight we have the Jukrim Chilhoe, a traditional event of Yulim Seowon. I hope you haven’t forgotten.”

“Yes, I haven’t forgotten.”

Hanbin nodded.

Jukrim Chilhoe was a tradition of Confucian academies that Hanbin was also familiar with.

The Jukrim Chilhoe is a literary contest held in a bamboo forest, a famous landmark of Confucian academies.

There they compete with each other’s sentences.

The process of selecting the seven most outstanding sentences among them was called Jukrim Chilhoe.

Although drinking is prohibited at Confucian Academy, on this day, people were able to get drunk while reciting poetry.

Choi Yu-ji carefully observed Han-bin’s expression and then continued speaking.

“Can I ask you a favor??”