Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 90



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Episode 90. Sleeping with the Enemy (3)

As Hanbin was explaining and pondering how to drive these two away, a small vibration occurred around Sanseo Samsal, who was burying his head in the floor.

Shiver.

It was a concert of fear and anger they felt.

Binghyeol Seo-saeng So Kyung-woon has now given up even his last hope.

His hope was that Hanbin’s words were a lie.

There was ample evidence to support the claim that it was false.

The four Confucius of Hebei Pengga had never been in the world of martial arts. If that was the case, then he would have no connection with Gaebong.

How do you spread rumors?

The Ice Blood Confucian Scholar and the Black Swordsman were exchanging sounds to recover their bodies.

I was planning to leave this place as soon as I recovered.

However, we were still checking until the end because of any possible danger.

However, it was discovered that Hanbin’s master was Hong Chil-gae of Gaeboong.

The Ice Blood Confucian scholar sent a message to the first Black Swordsman.

-Brother, I think I hit a bigger target than I thought.

-That’s right. But it was definitely worth the challenge. With just one pill of Cheongmyeonghwan, wouldn’t our three brothers and our family be able to live comfortably for generations to come?

-But wasn’t the information wrong from the beginning? The problem is Haomen.

The expression on the face of the black-clad man with his head down suddenly became distorted.

The black-clothed swordsman, who was emitting breath, sent a message to the Ice-blooded Confucian scholar.

-Yes, you’re right. Let’s go back and attack Haomen.

-Brother, can I go back? I am skeptical about that question. That guy, Sa Gongja, is the very definition of evil. Neither Sapha nor the Demonic Cult would act like that.

-hmm.

-It’s a one-way street, a one-way street.

After the words of the Ice Blood Scholar, there was no further transmission of sound.

I didn’t even want to waste my energy on sending out any more messages.

Hanbin’s explanation ended as they were floundering in the swamp of despair.

“······This is how it turned out.”

“So, did you subdue them, brother?”

When Akbigwang asked in surprise, Hanbin quietly shook his head.

“No, I only dealt with the first one, and the rest… … .”

Hanbin pointed at Yoon Yongho, his voice trailing off.

Of course there was a reason.

The Cheonri Pyoguk was fine, but it was a headache when even the Shandong musicians started to doubt the story.

Although it was hidden by its large size, Hanbin knew that there were three or four snakes in Akbigwang’s stomach.

Yoon Yong-ho, who had caught Hanbin’s gaze, smiled awkwardly and tried to open his mouth.

His expression seemed to say, “What are you talking about?” At that sight, Hanbin smiled meaningfully at Yoon Yongho.

This laughter contained a signal to simply acknowledge it.

Yoon Yong-ho also quickly read Han Bin’s expression.

Perhaps Peng’s secret weapon was the Four Princes, Hanbin, and Hanbin’s secret weapon was the maid, Seolhwa.

Yoon Yong-ho quickly changed what he was about to say.

“It just so happened, haha.”

Before Yoon Yong-ho’s hearty laughter could even end, Akbigwang spoke again.

“So, did you subdue Binghyeolseosaeng and Pyeonyukranga?”

“Somehow it happened… … .”

“Wow, if those two were to attack at once, even I would have a hard time handling them. A new master has appeared in Gangbuk Murim.”

When Akbigwang responded with sincerity, Yoon Yongho laughed in vain.

“Haha, that’s too much praise.”

At that moment, Musoyul intervened.

“By the way, I will also help with this trip.”

At those words, Hanbin winked at Yoon Yongho.

Yun Yong-ho, who received the signal, said.

“Well, that’s right. This part is a bit sensitive, but the current event is a Cheonri Pyo event. So, I don’t need any help.”

Musoyul narrowed his eyes at the polite refusal.

“I’m sure you know about the agreement between us, the Musi Sword Family, and Cheonri Pyo-guk, but I think it’s too much to say something like that.”

“What is the Musi Sword?”

Yoon Yong-ho tilted his head and looked at Musoyul.

“My name is Musoyul of the Musi Sword Family.”

“omg.”

Yoon Yong-ho opened his eyes wide. Mu So-yul, the female warrior of the Mu clan.

Yoon Yong-ho had also heard her name quite well.

At that moment, Akbigwang intervened from the side.

“I am a musician from Shandong Province who is a great musician.”

“A Shandong musician?”

Yoon Yong-ho opened his mouth.

I was so out of my mind that I only revealed my true identity now, but it turns out that they are direct descendants of a powerful family in Gangbuk Murim.

Akbigwang smiled cheerfully and waved his hand.

“Don’t be so surprised.”

“Please don’t interfere.”

Musoyul gave Akbigwang a sharp rebuke.

Hanbin narrowed his eyes at their conversation. Thinking about it, the relationship between the Mu clan and Cheonri Pyo-guk was friendly.

Besides, it felt like there was some kind of agreement that Hanbin didn’t know about.

Hanbin turned his head and looked at the carriage behind him.

“What is that carriage?”

“Oh, it has the supplies you need for your journey in it.”

“hmm.”

Hanbin tapped his temple and started calculating.

For a moment, Hanbin said with a kind face.

“Then let’s do it like this.”

“How?”

“My plan is simple. So… … .”

As Hanbin continued his explanation, the eyes of everyone listening grew wide.

Hanbin’s plan was simple.

The idea was to pretend to be dragged away by the Sanseo Samsal.

If they were seen capturing the prize and even taking Hanbin away, the chances of being attacked by Sapa’s group would decrease.

If you come across a political party, just explain yourself and that’s it.

Originally, this was part of Hanbin’s plan.

However, with the arrival of Musoyul and Akbigwang, the number of people increased.

What he meant was that not only Hanbin, but also Akbigwang and Musoyul had to be shown being subdued and dragged away by Sanseo Samsal.

Akbigwang shook his head at that plan.

“I can’t do that. How can the world’s most evil singer pretend to be dragged away by the three great men of Shanxi?”

At that moment, Musoyul narrowed his eyebrows.

“Then get out of here. Why bother chasing me around… … Huh.”

This was Musoyul’s true heart.

I thought my meeting with Hanbin a while ago was a bad fate, but it turned out to be fate.

In fact, the Mu clan believed that the lineage of Habuk’s best swordsmanship would end during their generation.

The reason was his younger brother, Musoui, who was a lazy genius.

My younger brother, Musowi, who was called a loser, has changed a lot thanks to Hanbin and has become the person who lives up to the expectations of his family.

Since Musowi gained enlightenment thanks to Hanbin, he has been changing day by day.

Although my relationship with Hanbin ended due to the breakup, I couldn’t hide my curiosity as a warrior.

However, the evil spirit kept chasing after me and kept getting in my way.

Akbigwang waved his hand at the sharp, piercing gaze of Musoyul.

“I’m not saying I won’t do it, am I? I will do it. I know this is all a plan, so why wouldn’t I do it? Rumors are fleeting, but the fame I’ll gain from this journey will last forever, haha.”

Everyone turned their heads as if they were dumbfounded by Akbigwang’s laughter.

It was too light for the figure of Akbigwang, who was supposed to lead the band.

Besides, if he were smaller in size, it would be understandable, but Akbigwang was a warrior with a large frame.

A lightness that doesn’t match the appearance.

Why is that?

Everyone knew it was because of the zero rate.

The feelings of Akbi Kwang towards Musoyul were too obvious.

Of course, Seolhwa also felt the subtle gaze that Musoyul was sending to Hanbin.

Hanbin looked behind him and spoke without caring about everyone’s gaze.

“You heard that too?”

It was something said to Sanseo Samsal.

“… … .”

They were silent. They heard the conversation, but they didn’t know what to say in response.

But Hanbin continued speaking without giving her any pause.

“Seolhwa, prepare one more pen and ink. Let’s fly one more messenger.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

As Seol-hwa ran with light steps, Bing-hyeol Seo-saeng, one of the three disciples of Sanseo, quickly stood up and spoke.

“I understand, Grandmaster. I will follow your orders.”

Hanbin smiled contentedly at his words and then tilted his head.

“When did I tell you to wake up?”

“ah.”

The ice-blooded student stared blankly for a moment before banging his head on the floor again.

Musoyul opened his mouth wide at the sight.

Of course, the same was true for Akbigwang.

I heard that they won the fight against them, but looking at Shanxi Sansal’s reaction now, I can tell that this was not just a victory.

It looked like it wouldn’t come out unless you put it on the floor and stepped on it.

Then Hanbin said.

“rising!”

At that sound, the Sanseo Samsal moved in unison like soldiers.

Hanbin roughly organized the parade line.

In the front, the Black Swordsman and the Ice Blood Confucius are seen leading the procession, and at the very back, the Pyeon Yukrang-ah appears to be blocking the escape of Han Bin and his party.

As Hanbin, who was riding in the carriage, looked at the sight with pleasure, Seolhwa asked.

“Will others believe it?”

“Why do you think other people can’t believe Seolhwa?”

“It looks like you’re escorting someone.”

“No, if you think about it the other way around, it could be an image of thorough surveillance.”

After finishing speaking, Hanbin suddenly touched the seat where he was sitting.

Then he took out a box of iron.

Seolhwa was startled by the sight and asked.

“Your Majesty, that’s fake too, isn’t it? How many fake Hancheol boxes are there under the seats?”

“If you’re curious, take a look.”

Hanbin moved to the side and opened the seat.

In that moment, Seol-hwa’s eyes widened.

“Replacing so many Hancheol tracks… … .”

“Oh, I asked a craftsman I know.”

“Hmm, it must have been difficult to make it in a short period of time.”

Seolhwa rested her chin on her hand and admired the countless Hancheol railroad tracks.

“He is a skilled person.”

Hanbin smiled and thought of Jeong So-yeon’s grandfather, Jeong Cheol-min.

Before leaving, Hanbin moved secretly and prepared for this trip, one of which was the Hancheol Rail.

In fact, the entire Hancheol track was not made of Hancheol.

It is common to make Hancheol by spreading it thinly and wrapping it around a tree.

It wasn’t easy to maintain strength while spreading it thinly.

However, Jeong Cheol-min created this many Hancheol tracks in a short period of time.

It was a mix of replicas of what Simmiho had taken from Habukpangga and things that were made to look similar.

Of course, the contents are also packed full.

Seolhwa asked as Hanbin smiled meaningfully.

“But, when you first got on the carriage, you put a railroad track under the seat.”

“You have a good eye.”

When Hanbin complimented her, Seolhwa opened her eyes wide and asked.

“Then, did you really mark it?”

“no.”

“You didn’t show it? Why on earth did you do that?”

“If you want to deceive your enemy, you must first deceive yourself.”

Seolhwa tilted her head.

It seemed both correct and contradictory.

“Then how do I find it?”

“What are you worried about, if someone needs it, they’ll find it.”

“And if it gets stolen in the middle, you won’t know if you lost the real thing or the fake.”

“Well, if a lucky guy pulls out the real thing, how can you stop him?”

“omg.”

Seolhwa examined Hanbin’s expression. He was smiling lightly, just like his usual self. Seolhwa asked again.

“What on earth are your plans?”

“That’s a secret. If you’re curious, come see for yourself later.”

“ah.”

As the snow flower let out a sigh, the sound of horse hooves grew closer from behind.

Musoyul’s voice could be heard through the open window.

“Can I ride with you?”