Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 647



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647. Murim Foreign Affairs (2)

Akpilseung felt sorry for the monk for some reason.

What kind of martial arts is it that you burn nine fingers on purpose and suffer like this?

At that moment, a piece of mapo tofu that was going to the monk’s mouth fell off his chopsticks.

The chopsticks were as strong as iron pillars, but they couldn’t handle the soft Mapo Tofu.

Akpilseung quickly stretched out his chopsticks and snatched up the fallen mapo tofu.

widely.

Akpilseung himself opened his eyes wide in surprise.

It was a method that would have been unthinkable until recently.

Although it had only been a short time since he left Habukpengga, Akpilseung’s martial arts skills had improved in a short period of time.

The surprise was short-lived, and Akpilseung brought his chopsticks to the monk’s mouth.

The monk’s eyes widened at the sudden situation.

The lips of the monk who had been mumbling moved slightly.

“What are you doing?”

“Please eat it. Don’t you keep dropping it because your hand is uncomfortable?”

“You said it was hard… … .”

“That’s separate. Take it.”

When Akpilseung put his chopsticks in, Gosung opened his mouth.

It was from then on.

The monk nonchalantly munched on the mapo tofu that Akpilseung fed him.

The monk who had finished his plate looked at Akpilseung as if he was amazed.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve received any sympathy.”

“No. How could I… Your Excellency… .”

“I don’t mean to blame you. I’m really curious about your master.”

“Are you curious about my lord?”

Akpilseung opened his eyes wide.

Come to think of it, Ilji Daesa didn’t ask about Akpilseung himself, nor about his affiliation.

At Akpilseung’s suggestion to go to Mt. Mudang together, I went along with him in silence.

Of course, it’s not like there was no talk at all.

Because the request for food was made without any restrictions.

If you think about it, Akpilseung didn’t even ask about his opponent’s status.

When I saw him coming down the cliff and his only finger, I naturally thought it was Iljidaesa.

The other party nodded at Akpilseung’s suggestion to go all the way to Mt. Mudang.

Instead, he only held them responsible for breaking the fifty-year-old wall.

Is the other person really the one who said this?

Akpilseung looked at the old monk once again.

Our eyes met naturally.

At that moment, Akpilseung’s shoulders shook.

I was overwhelmed by his momentum just by making eye contact for a moment.

Akpilseung immediately shook off his doubts.

If it weren’t for the diary ambassador, this kind of atmosphere could not have been created.

At the sight of Akpilseung looking flustered, Ilji Daesa showed a kind smile on his face for the first time in a while.

“Haha, don’t panic. I have such an outstanding person as you. You must have accumulated unbelievable virtue in your past life.”

“Are you joking, Ambassador?”

Akpilseung shook his head and said bluntly.

There were two things that Akpilseung was confused about now.

The first was the high priest’s evaluation that he was outstanding.

No matter how much I thought about it, I was far from outstanding.

He was too ignorant of the world and his martial arts skills were also low to survive in the world of martial arts where evil was rampant.

Of course, it was Hanbin who realized this.

After meeting Hanbin, I learned about the dark side of Gangho.

The second reason is that Hanbin, who decided to serve as his lord, must have accumulated good deeds in his past life.

No matter how much I thought about it, Hanbin was far from good.

If you committed evil deeds in your past life, then it wouldn’t matter.

There was absolutely no way he would have accumulated any good deeds.

The monk’s eyes became deep, as if he knew or didn’t know the true intentions of this evil monk.

“This is not a joke.”

“I’m not so naive as to take ridiculous compliments at face value.”

When Akpilseung shook his head, Gosung spoke again.

“Why do you think that doesn’t make sense? People in the martial arts world originally avoided Tokyo, so are you one of those people?”

“hmm.”

Akpilseung quickly turned his head.

It was because I couldn’t control my facial expressions.

It was originally a saying that likened longing to not knowing oneself.

The very act of exchanging questions like this was proof that Akpilseung was highly regarded.

Akpilseung collected his expression and continued speaking.

“I don’t know about anything else, but I think I’m far from being outstanding.”

“Haha, you don’t believe it at all. Not only do you understand the principle of disobeying the commandments, but you also practice compassion yourself, so you must have heard the words of the sages over and over again. And cooking too… … .”

As the high priest continued to praise him without stopping, Akpilseung’s head gradually began to tilt.

Because no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t understand it.

He tilted his head and looked at his hands.

“Is it true that I understand the meaning of Manryuguijong?”

“Isn’t it natural that there are traces of martial arts in every movement?”

“Me?”

Akpilseung looked at Iljidaesa as if he didn’t understand.

“I knew where you were from the moment you started cooking. Haha.”

As the monk laughed heartily, Akpilseung asked in a trembling voice.

“Is it true that you figured out my origins by looking at my cooking?”

“Isn’t that obvious? The principles of the Manryu Gui-jong are melted into every movement of the knife, every movement of the ladle. You may pretend to be a master, but your palm cannot hide your origins.”

“If it were the palm of my hand… … .”

Akpilseung looked at the palm of his hand.

There were calluses on his palms.

The ambassador continued speaking.

“It’s a callus that looks like it was trained not for a day or two, but for decades. It’s like the hands of a monk who has been holding a staff for a long time.”

“This is… … .”

Akpilseung’s expression changed slightly.

His gaze was fixed on the calluses that had settled into the palm of his hand.

The calluses you see now were created in the spring.

But what a result it took decades to create!

Akpilseung couldn’t control his curiosity and asked.

“So where do you think I’m from?”

“Isn’t it open?”

“Huh? It’s open?”

“You’ve definitely mastered the Eighteen Steps of Begging, haven’t you?”

“hmm.”

Akpilseung swallowed his breath after reading Ilji Daesa.

I had a feeling something was wrong.

It was a moment when the word trust suddenly collapsed.

It’s amazing that you’ve mastered the Eighteen Steps of Begging, but to suddenly open it up!

“You have mastered the Eighteen Steps of Begging. Are you not a disciple of Gao Jing?”

“That’s true, but… … .”

Akpilseung trailed off. Thinking about it again, he was indeed a disciple of Gaebeong.

Of course, he is only temporarily recognized as a disciple of Gaebeong because of the contract he signed with Hanbin.

Then the monk continued speaking.

“There are marks of a Habuk sword on his hand, and there are also traces of having learned the Taoist secret methods.”

“Traces of Taoism?”

“Don’t worry about your breathing. That’s why I’m curious about your master.”

“I am a person who eats rice with knife in Habukpangga.”

“Then you will be under the care of Gaju. If you are Gaju now… … . Pengmu Geuk?”

“That is the previous head of the family, and the current head of the family is the great swordsman of the Pang Gang Wi.”

“Hmm, that’s an unfamiliar name.”

The monk brushed his beard and looked north.

Although his actions were full of dizziness, his every word brought about a strange sense of unease.

Are there any martial artists who don’t know the current head of the Habuk Peng family?

No matter how much I thought about it, it was an unbelievable situation.

“And it is not under the head of the household, but under the four princes of the Peng family.”

“Huh, you’re not the head of the household, you’re under the fourth?”

The monk tilted his head as if he did not understand.

Akpilseung continued speaking at that sight.

“Why are you doing that?”

“I don’t understand why a great warrior like you is only the fourth in the lineage. I don’t know how much the world of martial arts has changed in the fifty years I’ve been keeping a straight face.”

“Wait a minute. You’ve been saying fifty years all along. What does that mean?”

“Is it strange that I’ve been like this for fifty years?”

“It’s strange. It’s not like I can tell the age of a person who has left home, but I believe the Ambassador is around sixty years old.”

“who?”

“How old is the Ambassador?”

“Who said I was sixty years old?”

“Then are you sixty?”

“No, that’s nonsense!”

“S, no way… … .”

“What could it be?”

“Are you by any chance the great master of Shaolin?”

“I’m an ambassador?”

“Now, just a moment, monk.”

Akpilseung was so surprised that he even changed his title.

I thought the other person was Ambassador Ilji, so I used the extremely polite form of “Ambassador-nim” (Ambassador-nim), but when he said that he was not Ambassador Ilji, my thoughts stopped for a moment.

Akpilseung opened his mouth with difficulty.

“If you are not an ambassador, then who are you?”

“It’s a secret, but… … .”

The monk raised the corners of his mouth in a pleasant manner.

***

That evening.

By date, today was the last day of the Baekdokjihoe.

Hanbin and his party had to leave Baekdokmun at dawn and head to Mt. Mudang.

It was clear that if we didn’t hurry, we would be late for the hero competition.

But today, just for that one day, I had to relieve all the fatigue that had built up over time.

Traces of fatigue were thick under the eyes of the Red Blood Tigers and those around Hanbin.

At the Gajujeon Hall, where the last day of the Baekdokjihoe event was held, Hanbin and his party, as well as the heads of the Baekdokmun and other German families, were present.

Their eyes looking at Hanbin and his group were dripping with honey.

Among them, the one whose eyes shine the brightest was none other than Baek Ju-cheon.

Hanbin waved his hand at Baek Ju-cheon’s burdensome gaze.

“Your Majesty, I feel a little uncomfortable looking at you.”

“If it weren’t for you and your party, this place would have been a sacrificial offering instead of a banquet. No amount of repayment can repay this favor.”

“It’s okay. If you think of it as a favor, you can just slowly fulfill the terms of the contract later.”

“Don’t worry about that.”

Baek Ju-cheon, who was smiling brightly, looked at So-gun next to Han-bin.

In Baek Ju-cheon’s opinion, So-gun was the most ordinary of them all.

A martial artist from the Habuk Peng family who uses martial arts techniques that resemble supernatural powers.

The story of the white-robed warrior assisting him.

And the Qinghua that achieved the goal of public reading.

Looking at them, So-gun seemed like an ordinary child.

Baek Ju-cheon approached So-gun.

He was holding three small boxes in his hands.

There was one gold box, one silver box, and one plain earth-colored box.

Baek Ju-cheon bent down and met So-gun’s eyes.

“Choose your choice. This is a gift from Grandpa.”

“Is it a gift?”

The little soldier looked at the small box in Baek Ju-cheon’s hand with sparkling eyes.

But the little prince didn’t extend his hand.

He just stared at the box with his eyes sparkling.

When So-gun seemed to hesitate, Baek Ju-cheon continued speaking.

“You can take them all.”

“No. I just want this.”

The box that So-gun chose was an earth-colored box.

Baek Ju-cheon looked at So-gun with a curious expression.

“Is this enough?”

“I am enough.”

“There were gold and silver boxes, but why did you choose the most unappealing one?”

“There is a high possibility that something that looks cheap may be hiding a secret.”

“Heh heh, that’s really… … . What a strange answer. The rest of the boxes are all yours too.”

“No. Please give the rest to your sisters.”

The little prince pointed to the snow and the blue and white flowers and carried the earthen box in his bosom.

Her heart was sincere.

Compared to the Cheonmasingyo who were full of power, there were too many people in the Central Plains who were hiding their power.