Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 85



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Episode 85. A Thousand-Li Journey (3)

The surprised Jang Ja-myeong said.

“Huh? The Four Princes are gods? What kind of nonsense are you talking about?”

“Heh heh.”

Herbalist Cheon looked around with a hollow laugh.

Jang Ja-myeong also followed his gaze and looked around.

For a moment, he flinched and took a step back. The surrounding villagers were all glaring at Jang Ja-myeong.

“Oh, what is this?”

When Jang Ja-myeong opened his eyes wide and asked, the herbalist, Mr. Cheon, quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him towards him.

“Why are you doing that?”

Despite Jang Ja-myeong’s words, the herbalist, Mr. Cheon, who had left the place in a hurry, took a deep breath and continued speaking.

“Sigh… … Congressman Jang.”

“Yes, go ahead.”

“If you curse at the Four Princes here, you’ll be in big trouble.”

“What do you mean? What kind of relationship do the villagers and the Four Princes have?”

“Not long ago, the sage Lord Sa raised a crippled man. I didn’t see that either.”

“Oh my, you woke up a hunchback?”

“Yes, it is said that the Four Confucius performed a miracle in the marketplace of the lower village. He raised a girl who had been a beggar for days. According to the accounts of those who saw the scene… … .”

As the story of the herbalist Cheon continued, Jang Ja-myeong had to open his eyes wide.

The story was simple.

There was a girl who was a rascal, and the townspeople watched her with pity, and they raised her up with a hollowed-out water.

What’s even more absurd is that he made the girl run.

Jang Ja-myeong looked at the herbalist Cheon as if he was dumbfounded.

“Does that make sense? How can you make someone jump out of thin air and make them run?”

“Haha, even though I told you not to say such things, you still do. There is only one person in the village who doesn’t believe in the Four Confuciuses.”

“Who is that?”

“Over there… … .”

Mr. Cheon trailed off, pointing somewhere with his chin.

There was an old man with white hair snorting.

Although he looked old, he looked strong enough to pull out a bull’s horn.

Jang Ja-myeong asked.

“Who is that person and why is he so angry? Did he embezzle some money or something… .”

“Hehe, that’s not it. He’s the only elder council member in our village.”

“ah.”

Jang Ja-myeong nodded as if he finally understood.

His feelings were completely understandable, as his own patient had been taken away from him.

At that moment, Lee Mu-myeong, who was watching from the side, grabbed Jang Ja-myeong’s sleeve.

“Let’s go, Representative Jang.”

“But, is it okay to leave it like that? There are people lined up in front of the empty water tank.”

“We can’t chase them all away, and even if we do, how can we stop them from coming back after we leave?”

“That’s true, hehe.”

“That is not important now. It is time to carry out the mission my lord has given me.”

Imoo-myeong grabbed Jang Ja-myeong and dragged him away.

Jang Ja-myeong, who was being dragged away, looked at the villagers lined up in front of Cheonsujang as if he still didn’t understand.

* * *

A few days later.

Clunk, clunk.

The thousand-mile carriage ran on the narrow road. A narrow road is a road built next to a mountain path.

It is impossible to make a path through a rugged mountain path.

Whenever there was an urgent matter, a wooden path was dug on the side of the mountain. The urgent matter here was, of course, the supply of military supplies for the war.

That is why there is a Chinese proverb that says, “One battle, one road.” In other words, one war creates one road.

The thousand-mile path of the country has so far traveled a hundred miles.

The distance from Habukpangga to Hanamjeongga is a thousand li.

Yun Yong-ho was told by the King of Ronin, Lee Se-myeong, that this mission was a thousand-mile journey.

Whether their mission would be a thousand li or a hundred li, it all depended on Han Bin, the Four Dukes of Hebei Pengga.

However, Yoon Yong-ho did not let his guard down for even a moment.

This is because he had to protect his entrusted target, the Jeonseogu, until the end.

That was when.

Yun Yong-ho stopped talking, narrowed his eyes, and looked ahead.

Whee-ing.

Just then, the horse stopped talking and started to babble.

A tingling murderous aura dug into Yun Yong-ho’s skin.

Are you showing off your life in a crowded street during the day?

It was as if I had made up my mind to come here.

A hundred steps from where one could feel the presence of life, there was a place that was curved and not visible because of pine branches growing between the rocks.

There was a high possibility that the enemy was lying in wait there. No, ambush was not the right word.

It’s like sending out a life-threatening message that’s so stinging.

Yun Yong-ho shouted, thrusting the sword forward.

“What kind of old man is blocking our way? Show yourself quickly.”

At the same time, the sound of footsteps echoed through the sand.

Thud thud.

Yun Yong-ho swallowed and looked at the swaying pine tree.

Then a huge face appeared between the pine branches.

The assailant’s face was covered in scars that could be seen from a hundred feet away.

The assailant was carrying a large slingshot over his shoulder.

The Nanga Bong was a weapon with a spindle at the front that had an oval-shaped sharp nail embedded in a metal rod.

The problem was the size of the bluff.

The spindle on the Nangabong peak was as big as a cow’s head.

Yoon Yong-ho swallowed dry saliva.

A nickname that emerges from the size of a strange man and the peak of Nanga.

It was a piece of meat.

It was a nickname given to the weapon Nanga Bong, which means “pyeonyuk” because it was said that he was a Sapa warrior active in Shanxi who would crush his opponents like minced meat.

In other words, the opponent he fought was reduced to a shapeless, chopped piece of meat.

However, the peak leader, Yongho Yoon, was not a person to be afraid of. Even though Pyeon Yukrang-ah was cruel, it was not a nickname he had earned by fighting against a warrior of similar level.

Despite his large size, he was cunning enough to avoid confrontation with stronger opponents.

Pyeon Yuk-rang-ah’s real name is Kang So-chu.

Roughly speaking, the level of Pyeon Yukrang-ah was at the beginner level. He was no match for Yun Yong-ho, who was at the advanced level.

As Pyeon Yukrang-a slowly walked towards him, Yun Yong-ho drew his sword.

“Stop.”

Thud thud.

Pyeon Yukrang slowly approached Yun Yongho.

Yun Yong-ho glanced back.

Although it was a meaningless gesture, I was concerned about Hanbin’s group.

Thud thud.

Pyeon Yukrang-ah, who had been walking with such energy that the sound of the bell rang, stopped six steps ahead of the carriage.

Six steps was within the distance that his attack could be made, considering the arm lengths of Nanga Peak and Pyeonyukrang-a.

Yun Yong-ho raised his sword and took the flag.

I was thinking of digging in when the opponent’s attack came.

At that moment, Pyeon Yukrang burst into laughter.

“Haha, why are you suddenly showing off your killing instincts like that?”

Pyeon Yuk-rang-ah laughed as if she didn’t know what she did wrong.

Yoon Yong-ho quickly accepted it.

“It’s not right to say that you’re blocking the flow of traffic and putting up with the flow of traffic.”

“Haha, I’ve never shown any intention to kill, so why are you doing this to me?”

Anyone could see that it was a pun.

Yoon Yong-ho answered with narrowed eyes.

“There’s no time for games, get out of the way.”

After finishing speaking, Yoon Yong-ho tilted his head.

It was because I felt a burning sensation on my skin.

Yoon Yong-ho looked at Pyeon Yuk-rang-ah, but he felt no aura at all from him.

The place where I felt alive was the same as before.

Yun Yong-ho looked beyond the pine tree where the pyeonyukrang-a came from.

Life was something that came from there.

At that moment, a hypothesis popped into Yun Yong-ho’s head.

It turned out that Pyeon Yukrang-ah wasn’t alone.

Although he mostly works alone, Pyeon Yukrang-ah has two sworn brothers.

His sworn brother was a master of the Sapa called Black Swordsman, and he was also known as the Ice-blooded Confucian scholar So Kyung-un.

In the martial arts world, these two and Pyeon Yukrang-ah are called the Shanxi Three Sal.

Yun Yong-ho’s eyes widened as he recalled the three deaths of Sanseo.

Strangely enough, my ominous feelings while on tour were never wrong.

Behind him, he saw a scholar holding a fan.

He was tall, thin, and had a slightly pale face that gave the impression that he hadn’t seen the sun for a while.

He was also known as the disciple of the Northern Sea Ice Palace, and as his nickname, Ice Blood Scholar, suggests, he was a warrior who used ice magic.

His presence meant that the Black Swordsman was nearby.

Yoon Yong-ho calculated the abacus beads in his head.

In his opinion, Hanbin, the son of the Habuk Pengga clan, was at best a first-class player in the early stages of his climax, or rather, if he calculated accurately, just before his climax.

The maid he brought there was Jim.

He finished his calculations as the head of this table.

“Pyo-sa Kang, drive the carriage and step back!”

It was a shout to the passengers who followed him.

As he slowly turned his horse’s head, the horn of the ponytailed ox swept away, making a sound of wind.

phut!

Fortunately, the carriage was out of his attack range.

Yun Yong-ho dodged Pyeon Yuk-rang-ah’s swing and dug into his chest.

Just one step.

If you take one step back, you will be able to stab Pyeon Yukrang-ah in the chest with your sword.

Whoosh!

Yoon Yong-ho’s sword cut through space like the wind.

That was when.

I felt a strange murderous spirit from Yoon Yong-ho.

It was something different from the momentum that Pyeonyukrang-a gave off.

At the heterogeneous reminder, Yoon Yong-ho quickly withdrew his hand.

Then something brushed against his arm.

Pick!

Yun Yong-ho quickly got out of the gap between the rocks and checked the situation.

Blood began to drip from his forearm.

However, Yoon Yong-ho couldn’t turn his gaze away.

This was because a black masked man holding a dagger was standing between him and the Nangabong-wielding Pyeonyukrang-ah.

The black masked man was none other than Heukuisalpung.

A master of Sapa, known to be from Salmak.

Yun Yong-ho, who now thought that there was no other answer than to march, turned his head to send a signal to his coachman and fellow soldiers.

I gritted my teeth at the unexpected sight.

The retreat of the carriage was blocked by the Binghyeolseo-saeng.

But in the next scene, he had to hold his breath.

“omg.”

This is because the youngest son of the Habuk Peng family, who was thought to be quiet in the carriage, came out slowly.

Hanbin got out of the carriage and looked around.

Anyone can see that this was a mistake made by a direct descendant of a martial arts family when they first entered the world of martial arts.

In a place called Murim Segara, the direct descendants grow up like frogs in a well.

There is a common proverb in martial arts that says that the swords wielded by the direct descendants of the martial arts world are imbued with wind. Here, wind refers to boasting.

There is no one in Sega who would truly accept the sword wielded by the direct line.

However, when it comes out into the great ocean of Gangho, the frog realizes how many strong people there are in the world.

But now the timing is really bad.

Why did you come out staggering at the very moment when your life was at stake?

‘Are you in your right mind?’

There has been a lot of talk lately about Hanbin, who was called the greatest coward in Habuk.

He escaped from being the greatest coward in Habuk, but it is said that this was all the result of rumors spread by buying people.

The incident that took the life out of Cheonsanhyeolrang.

To Yun Yong-ho, everything from the Hwasanpa’s Seo Jae-oh to his victory in the Battle of Bimu was nothing more than a rumor.

There was another rumor going around.

It is said that he spent a huge amount of money to hire Hong Chil-gae, the disciple of Mujeja, as his teacher.

Of course, people believe this rumor is true.

Hanbin, who was looking around as if he was on a picnic, snapped his fingers.

Exactly!

At the same time, tension was rising between the Cheonri Pyo-guk signposts and the Shanxi Three Sal.

But everyone had to tilt their heads.

It was because Seol-hwa ran out carrying a bundle at Han-bin’s signal.

This is because Seolhwa spread out the bundle in front of Hanbin without caring about the gazes of those around her.

Seolhwa’s movements were more agile than that of an iron oar.

The actions of laying down the bundle, unfolding the paper, and handing over the brush were all done in the blink of an eye.

The only difference from before is that the brush Hanbin is holding is a fine brush.