Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 534



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534. The Eyes Are Not Aware (3)

It was Jang Yu-jung’s suggestion that he attend the literary competition between Seol-hwa, Cheong-hwa, and So-gun.

Jang Yu-jung acknowledged Seol-hwa, Cheong-hwa, and So-gun as students of the Confucian Academy.

Thanks to the participation of Seolhwa and Cheonghwa, the Habukpeng family was quite embarrassed.

I don’t know about Hanbin, but I couldn’t understand why those sibs were acknowledged by Jang Yu-jung.

But no one raised a voice questioning it.

It was because of the heads of the household, Pang Kang-wi and Jang Yu-jung, whose eyes were shining at the top.

They were looking at the seven people sitting in the middle with eyes full of anticipation.

Then the hostess clapped her hands.

Clap. Clap.

At that sound, the secretaries of Habukpengga appeared carrying trays containing writing brushes and ink.

The scribes standing next to the seven scholars placed writing brushes and ink on their tables.

Then he started to grind the food skillfully.

As they were about to eat, Seolhwa looked around anxiously.

“Ah, this is getting used to it… … .”

“What’s wrong, Sister?”

When So-gun asked cautiously, Seol-hwa shook her head.

“It’s a little unfamiliar. Just a little while ago, Confucius should have snapped his fingers. And when I was grinding the food, Confucius would have picked up the brush… … . That’s what’s normal, but it’s a shame.”

“Now, you have to write sentences too, right? So what’s the problem?”

“I feel like I’ve been robbed of a precious mission… … .”

“Well, I can change it for you later.”

“I have to grind the food for you so that you can write it down in one stroke. What should I do?”

“Hey, look over there. That person seems to be eating well too.”

“It looks a little lacking to me. Speed ​​is also important when it comes to eating.”

The little prince tilted his head at Seolhwa’s words.

“Speed?”

“You have to grind at a constant speed and force for the ink to turn out fine, my lord.”

“ah.”

The secretary who was eating next to Seol-hwa flinched and adjusted his posture while listening to their conversation.

Seolhwa glanced at him and waved her hand.

“Don’t worry about me and just relax. Hehe.”

“Yes, I understand… … .”

The secretary who was helping with the story trailed off slightly.

He glanced at Seol-hwa with an indifferent expression.

Even though she was eating the food of the Habukpeng family, she did not think that her status was lower than that of the youngest prince, Hanbin.

It was an ambiguous situation where I could neither raise my voice nor lower my voice.

The secretaries were actually a little dissatisfied.

They thought it was absurd that they had been mobilized for such an event.

Some of them did not even trust the skills of the students from Yulim Seowon.

I thought he was overrated not because he was outstanding in academics, but because of his family’s power.

Since he had to attend to the youngest concubine, his dissatisfaction was bound to grow.

But Seolhwa turned her head away as if she wasn’t interested in his tone of voice.

Then, he finally looked at Hanbin with regret and licked his lips.

So-gun and Cheong-hwa snickered at that expression.

Even So-gun could understand Seol-hwa’s feelings.

Seolhwa looked at Seogi with envious eyes as he helped Hanbin without caring about the eyes of those around him.

Next to Hanbin was Jang Moon-soo, a mid-level secretary.

Jang Moon-soo couldn’t control his facial expressions right now.

It was as if Seolhwa was looking at him and seeing through his own mistakes.

He had been concerned about the gossip he had been spreading about Hanbin since he was called here.

It made sense to be called here to help the students write their essays.

But of all places, why was it next to Hanbin!

It was as if he had been placed here on purpose.

In addition, Jang Moon-soo felt that this place was like a bed of thorns.

He was also a scholar who studied to become a government official since childhood.

However, except for Han Bin and his group, they were all children of famous and prestigious families.

The moment Jang Moon-soo heard about their family line, he was shocked.

That was when.

The hostess lightly swung the ball towards the head of the household.

Peng Kang-wi turned his gaze towards Jang Yu-jung.

Although this event is held in Habukpyeongga, it is in some ways a matter of Confucian scholars’ academy.

Jang Yu-jung nodded with a satisfied expression.

“I don’t care, so go ahead.”

“then.”

Peng Kang-wi, who had been bowing his head slightly, stood up from his seat.

Then he picked up an object in front of him.

He was so fast that no one saw what he caught.

Before people could even admire him, Peng Kang-wi had already thrown the object somewhere.

The object thrown by Peng Kang-wi flew at lightning speed towards the entrance of the banquet hall.

Whoosh.

The flying object became lodged in the main beam above the entrance to the banquet hall.

Sigh.

The object was a small brush.

The brush was shot like an arrow.

The brush, which flew like an arrow, hit the rope tied to the main beam.

As the brush cut the string, a huge folding screen unfolded.

On the scroll appeared a phrase that appeared to be written with a large brush.

[Many.

Strange.

Nearby.

Jeon (旃).

[Although]

The handwriting was majestic and vibrant, as if a dragon and a phoenix were playing together.

Those gathered at the banquet hall were more amazed by the handwriting than the content of the scroll.

It was a poem written by Dean Jang Yu-jung.

There were six more poles tied to the main beam.

A total of seven hanging scrolls were hung on the main beam.

Jang Yu-jung created this folding screen together with Peng Gang-wi before this event.

Jang Yu-jung wrote the poem written on the scroll, and Peng Gang-wi hung the scroll on the main beam.

Only Jang Yu-jung and Peng Gang-wi knew the time.

The two have never been apart since.

They had that much to say.

Peng Kang-wi felt the words “Manryuguijong” from Jang Yu-jung.

There was no hesitation between them when they talked about martial arts or academics.

Through his conversation with Jang Yu-jung, Peng Kang-wi realized deep in his bones the meaning of the word, “a word is not a lie.”

In Peng Kang-wi’s eyes, Jang Yu-jung was a person who had attained enlightenment that was not inferior to the three masters of Murim.

When that person praised his son like that, I felt like dancing to the tune of a shoulder dance.

Of course, Peng Kang-wi could barely resist that impulse.

It was a time when everyone was admiring Jang Yu-jung’s handwriting.

Jang Yu-jung explained the rules.

“Okay, now I’m going to start the bamboo grove painting that I couldn’t finish before… … .”

The rules were simple.

Anyone who gets stuck is eliminated, and if no one is eliminated, all the remaining characters can be spread out.

The first to pick up the brush was Choi Yu-ji.

He moved his brush without hesitation.

Swish. Swish.

As the sentence was written, the clerk standing next to him held up the paper for everyone to see.

[Multi-creative treasure transformation, step by step, finely swaying]

In an instant, murmurs began to spread here and there.

“What a great calligrapher.”

“Haha, Yulim Seowon’s reputation was real.”

Of course, even the students who came with him clapped their hands in admiration.

“It means to make a bouquet with flowers that have been grown in abundance like treasures.”

“Isn’t it almost like a metaphor for this place? Good, good.”

There was absolutely no flaw in Choi Yu-ji’s handwriting.

Of course, everyone liked the content of the sentence.

At that moment, Jang Yu-jung shouted.

“It’s a breeze!”

It was said that it was okay to pass Jang Yu-jung’s standards.

Now it was Hanbin’s turn.

Jang Moon-soo, who was next to Han Bin, handed him a brush.

In that moment, he suddenly realized that he had made a mistake.

He handed me a brush dipped in ink.

I realized my mistake and tried to hand over another brush, but hesitating like that was an even bigger mistake.

As I paused, ink splattered across the paper.

Before Hanbin could even write a sentence, ink was smeared all over the paper.

If someone saw it, they could say it was done on purpose.

Jang Moon-soo quickly lowered his head.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I will prepare it again.”

“It’s okay, Secretary Jang.”

“yes?”

“Just write it here, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

Hanbin nonchalantly pointed to the paper with ink splattered here and there.

“No matter what… … .”

Jang Moon-soo trailed off.

There was absolutely no reason for Hanbin to write sentences on ink-splattered paper.

Of course, there was a reason why Jang Moon-soo made this mistake.

It was because of Jang Yu-jung.

Because Jang Yu-jung looked a lot like someone he knew.

Hanbin picked up his brush again, not caring about Jang Moon-soo’s expression.

It was the ink-soaked brush that Jang Moon-soo was trying to hand over.

Hanbin’s expression and actions were all calm, as if nothing had happened.

In Jang Moon-soo’s eyes, even that expression seemed to be for his own benefit.

Jang Moon-soo’s heart fluttered slightly.

Are you willing to risk your own disadvantage to hide your own flaws?

Anyone who looked at it could see that it wasn’t the Sa Confucius they usually knew.

It was not Hanbin’s martial arts or scholarship that was acknowledged, but his character was acknowledged.

Jang Moon-soo looked back and forth between the scroll with the tense written on it and Han-bin with an apologetic expression.

The next letter was ‘Gi (奇)’.

The sentences are difficult, and even the handwriting is ruined… … .

Jang Moon-soo barely managed to hold back the sigh that was about to burst out.

I used to curse at Hanbin, but this incident completely changed my mind.

On top of that, I felt guilty.

That was when

Jang Moon-soo’s eyes widened.

It was because of Hanbin’s appearance of writing sentences without any care.

What was even more surprising was that every time Hanbin moved the brush, the dots on the paper disappeared.

Hanbin’s brushstrokes covered all the black dots.

Jang Moon-soo narrowed his eyes and focused on Han Bin’s brush.

Looking closely, I noticed that the size was slightly different from the previous student’s handwriting.

Jang Moon-soo opened his mouth without realizing it.

How dare you cover up your own mistakes while writing such unexpected sentences without hesitation?

It would have been impossible for him.

It was when Jang Moon-soo was just blankly staring.

Hanbin said in a sad voice.

“I’ve written it all down. You can show me my sentences.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Your Majesty.”

Jang Moon-soo lifted the paper urgently.

[Strange grass and fragrant flowers, never turning against the wind.]

In that moment, the room began to tremble again.

The first to speak were the Confucian scholars who had come here together from Yulim Seowon.

“Haha, the font is truly worthy of Peng Yu-saeng.”

“As expected, Peng Yu-saeng’s handwriting is different.”

“Is it just the font? Look at the content. Didn’t it look slightly crooked when you received what Choi Yu-saeng wrote earlier?”

“The fragrance of strange grass and beautiful flowers cannot spread against the wind… … .”

“Doesn’t that mean our relationship is fate?”

They were busy praising Hanbin, each offering their own interpretation.

Of course, the scribes who witnessed the whole scene in front were speechless.

In order to cover up Jang Moon-soo’s mistake while he was helping out, he wrote a sentence on paper with ink splatters on it, but now the ink marks were nowhere to be seen.

Is it possible to cleverly match the size of the rows and letters?

What was important was Hanbin’s actions.

Even though he had written such a perfect sentence, he was just staring into space as if nothing had happened.

To anyone who saw him, he looked like a monk who had attained enlightenment.

Of course, the students, including Choi Yu-ji, knew what was happening.

Among them, Yang Seok-bong said:

“Peng Yu-saeng is still the same.”

“Of course, he’s still the same. He’s the most humble person in the world. If I had that level of skill, I’d be itching to show it off, but look at that expression.”

Hong Geum-ho pointed at Han Bin with a proud expression.

Of course, there was another reason why Hanbin’s expression looked like that of a monk who had attained enlightenment.

This was because I was checking the number of deep-dive chapters that were continuing to increase.