Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 497



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497. Tiger in front, wolf in back (4)

Choi Yu-ji smiled, exposing her gums, ignoring Han-bin’s smile.

“Haha, tell me anything.”

“If this child never drinks the punishment wine… … . Let’s make that contract a lifelong contract.”

“Joe, if it’s for life?”

“It continues even after graduating from Yulim Seowon.”

“Okay.”

Choi Yu-ji nodded with a big smile on her face.

In some ways, his choice was natural.

If we left this place, we would never see each other again.

As Choi Yu-ji turned around, So-gun opened his mouth wide and even his hands were shaking.

“Oh, Your Majesty. Why are you putting me through such a trial… ?”

“No, you can do it.”

“No matter what, I have only just learned the Thousand Character Classic. How can I compete with the Confucian scholars?”

“I believe in you.”

“Master, what did I do wrong… … .”

“I said I trust you.”

When Hanbin spoke bluntly, So-gun gave up everything and sat down.

Cheonghwa was constantly licking her lips from behind.

Judging from his expression, he seemed to be secretly waiting for punishment.

As Choi Yu-ji returned to her seat, several workers who managed the Manwol-gyeong arrived.

They came carrying liquor and paper-wrapped goods on a small cart.

They stopped the cart and distributed alcohol to the students.

At that moment, Choi Yu-ji shouted.

“Didn’t I ask you to bring me some alcohol? Let’s give that to the workers and guards! Shouldn’t they enjoy themselves while we compete in sentences?”

“great.”

“I’m fine with that too.”

The students laughed heartily and offered them the drinks they had brought.

Hanbin also handed over the alcohol he had brought.

The cart was piled with liquor for the workers and guards to drink.

When everything was ready, two workers brought something wrapped in paper from a cart.

The workers immediately peeled off the paper.

As I peeled off the paper, a small boat came into view.

It was big enough for an adult male to lie down on.

However, it was not enough to cross the river on that boat.

It was a boat that could be used for ornamental purposes by floating it on the water and hanging lanterns on it.

The students nodded as if they knew what the ship was for.

However, none of the Confucian scholars explained the method of Jukrim Chilhoe to Hanbin.

Perhaps he was enjoying seeing Hanbin flustered.

Of course, Hanbin had heard about the ship in advance.

I had heard about the method from Geum Mi-rang, who was not a Confucian scholar, beforehand, so I was familiar with it.

The boat floating on the pond was used to put paper with sentences written on it.

And the bucket at the back was where the alcohol was poured.

When it is their turn, students must quickly write sentences.

He throws the sentences into a small boat and pours the alcohol he brought into the bowl.

If you can’t write a sentence, you have to drink a penalty drink.

When the ship is full of sentences, that’s when the first match ends.

From what I heard from Geum Mi-rang, this was to promote friendship.

I even heard that some students deliberately drank the punishment wine instead of writing sentences.

And we see just two of those sentences put together.

The accuracy of the content and the font.

The key to this competition was to write the correct answer in a beautiful handwriting within the given time.

As expected, the escort launched the boat into the pond.

The escort placed a large bowl into a recessed groove in the back of the ship.

In that state, the escort was holding the ship.

Because if you let go, the boat will just drift away.

When everything was ready, Choi Yu-ji shouted.

“Let’s get started! I’ll start first. Since we have friends from the martial arts world, the first sentence should be related to the martial arts world. Then, let’s get started.”

Choi Yu-ji picked up the brush and wrote sentences on paper.

[In the fall of the year of Im-sul, I set sail with guests and played under the Red Cliffs!]

He did not reveal the sentence.

But Hanbin could see it.

Although others were far away and could not confirm the sentence, Hanbin was a martial artist.

He is also a martial artist who has reached the level of Hwagyeong.

Hanbin smiled after checking the sentence.

Although he didn’t mention where the sentence came from, Hanbin knew it.

Su Dongpo’s Red Cliffs.

It was a fitting sentence for this place where boats, water, and the moon come together.

Hanbin was impressed by Choi Yu-ji’s ability to select sentences with sensitivity.

A Confucian scholar was a Confucian scholar.

As they were born into a martial world and trained in martial arts, they also trained in learning.

His passion for the subject was acknowledged.

But I had no intention of losing this bet.

No, I couldn’t lose.

Because the skills of the Yongrin Sword Technique are shining before Hanbin’s eyes.

It was difficult to lose because there were as many as twenty wisdom knots.

As soon as Choi Yu-ji poses the question, the corresponding sentence pops into my head.

While Hanbin was thinking of a sentence in his head, Choi Yuji placed the paper on his stomach.

Then he poured the alcohol into a ladle.

Uruk.

As Choi Yu-ji poured the drink, the escort placed a small boat.

Now the fight has begun.

Before the ship passed in front of them, the students had to write down the sentences they had written and pour the alcohol.

The next student began to hurriedly write a sentence.

Some of the students in front of Hanbin had written sentences in advance.

Hanbin knew that this situation did not make sense.

The reason was simple.

There was no rule that the person in front had to write only one sentence.

If you write it in advance and the person before you writes two sentences, you will lose because you will not be able to continue.

The next student placed a sentence on the boat.

[The wind was blowing gently, so there were no waves. I was drinking with the guest… … .]

The scholar who put up the sentence poured alcohol.

Hanbin felt something strange in their behavior.

He put the sentence up as late as possible.

The next student’s attitude was the problem.

I started writing sentences in advance without even looking at the sentences that were posted on the ship.

Hanbin realized that this day of competition was all directed towards him.

In fact, it was quite easy to corner someone in this match.

You just need to know how far the person in front of you will write the sentence.

In a situation where everyone was in a hurry, the person in front of Hanbin had to put up his sentence as late as possible.

Then, Hanbin had no choice but to suffer without time.

It was like knowing the answer to a test question, or like a game everyone had set up.

As expected, it was just as Hanbin had expected.

Even before their turn came, the students were playing with their brushes invisibly.

The little prince also sensed the strange attitude of the students and whispered softly.

“Master, I have a strange feeling.”

“It’s okay. I trust you.”

“Ah, Your Majesty… … .”

A tear appeared slightly in the eyes of the boy who seemed moved and widened.

At first, I thought it was a trial, but when I kept saying that I believed, it felt like consideration rather than a trial.

Hanbin looked at Sogun as the student in front placed the sentence on his stomach.

“Just do as I tell you. Make a number of oars and … … He will be on the other side in the sky.”

The number of sentences that Hanbin recited was as many as four.

The students looked at Hanbin as if they were laughing at him.

Hanbin knew what that laughter meant.

Even if Hanbin called, what could a boy who looked to be no more than ten years old do in that short amount of time?

Most of the students were clicking their tongues and saying, ‘Well, that’s true.’

However, the students were surprised by Hanbin’s next action.

Hanbin continued speaking.

“Write this down too. The sound of the flute is very sad.”

After finishing speaking, Hanbin extended his hand to Sogun.

At the same time, So-gun handed the paper to Han-bin.

“Here you are, Confucius.”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Hanbin nodded and quickly received the paper with the sentence written on it.

Hanbin checked the contents, smiled strangely, and placed the paper with the sentence written on it on his stomach.

And then he poured the drink right away.

Uruk.

Hanbin, who poured the drink with a cheerful sound, looked at the small boat flowing towards the seat next to him.

The next turn was for a Confucian scholar named Hong Geum-ho.

As far as Hanbin could tell, he was the third-in-command, following Choi Yu-ji and Yang Seok-bong.

As the boat arrived, Hong Geum-ho quickly reached out to place the sentence on the boat.

Hong Geum-ho actually didn’t need to write the sentences in advance.

There was enough time to just check the sentence and then write the next sentence.

The reason Hong Geum-ho wrote the sentence in advance was because of Han Bin.

Because the sentence was read out loud, Hong Geum-ho, who was next in line, did not even have to wait to confirm the sentence.

Hong Geum-ho wrote the sentence in advance to awaken the opponent’s foolishness.

If you write down a sentence like this in advance, you probably won’t be able to recite it comfortably.

However, Hong Geum-ho, who was about to post a sentence, froze in place.

There was no problem with writing the sentence in advance.

As I said before, it was because Hanbin called out loud.

The problem is that the sentence that Hanbin recited was different from the last sentence written on the paper.

Clearly, Hanbin only sang up to ‘The sound of the flute is very sad’, but the next sentence was written on the paper.

Hong Jin-ho was embarrassed, as he never expected that a little girl would know the Red Cliffs’ emblem.

[… … It sounds like resentment, longing, crying, or a sound of resentment, so the sound flows out faintly.]

The sentence ended like this.

Not only did I write down everything that was said in that short amount of time, I even added sentences.

This was an amazing speed.

That wasn’t all that surprised Hong Geum-ho.

The handwriting was more beautiful than his own.

No, she was more beautiful than anyone gathered here.

How is that the handwriting of a ten-year-old girl?

In fact, if I had tried to copy it quickly, I could have written the subsequent sentences within the time limit.

However, Hong Jin-ho was so surprised by the fact that the girl knew the sentences and the elegant handwriting that he couldn’t control his heart and just froze.

The boat slowly moved away from Hong Geum-ho.

Everyone’s eyes widened at the sight.

“How did Hong Geum-ho… … .”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“What is going on?”

Hong Geum-ho shouted amidst everyone’s commotion.

“I lost this time! Haha!”

This laughter was genuine.

Hong Geum-ho still had some room to make a concession once in a while.

Hong Geum-ho, who was smiling happily, turned his head and looked at So-gun, who was smiling brightly a few steps away.

The fact that he wrote more sentences than he was told means that he has memorized Su Dongpo’s Red Cliffs.

I heard that the Thousand Character Classic was released a while ago, but it was clear that it was all a trick.

I thought I was tricked by my opponent.

The problem wasn’t the trick.

Hong Geum-ho believed that no one could beat him in terms of calligraphy.

However, I had no choice but to acknowledge the handwriting of the child named Sogun.

Faster than you, more splendid than you.

At that moment, Hong Geum-ho’s escort came holding a bowl.

It was the ladle that the students had previously poured alcohol into.

Hong Geum-ho quietly drank the alcohol in the bowl.

The surroundings began to stir at that sight.

“What the hell happened?”

“no…….”

“How can that be?”

Hanbin also narrowed his eyes and looked at Sogun.

I was trying to gauge whether my memories had returned.

At that moment, So-gun spoke in a small voice so that only Han-bin could understand.

“Master, I actually spied on what the men next to me had written.”

“Well done anyway.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?”

“No. Because what I believe in includes your eyesight.”

Hanbin patted Sogun’s head with a kind face.

After the first sentence battle was over according to the rules, they switched places.

This was for the sake of fairness.

The small group’s activities began from then.

As an hour passed, sighs came out here and there.

There was no student there who could keep up with the army’s speed.

While So-gun was active, Han-bin was looking into the sky and smiling.

Of course, I was checking the skills of the Yongrin Sword Technique.

[… … ]

[Wisdom: Thirty]

There were as many as thirty knots of wisdom.

Hanbin, who was checking the results, stopped laughing.

Strangely, I didn’t feel happy as my wisdom increased.

A strange sense of foreboding came over me.