Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 649



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649. Murim Foreign Affairs (4)

The golden beads continued to sparkle in front of Hanbin, who had his eyes closed.

The sparkling golden ball gradually protruded forward.

The lips sparkle happily like a puppy seeing its owner.

That was it.

There was no significant change after that.

The poisonous ball sparkled in front of his eyes, welcoming Hanbin, but he remained in that state.

That was when.

Suddenly, other knots also began to sparkle.

It was the heart.

The Deliberation Ball, like the Poison Ball, turned golden and came forward.

As the two spheres flashed before my eyes, the words of the Yonglin Sword Technique appeared.

[The hearts of the Germans have been brought together. Poison and mind have come together to create a new opponent. You can proceed with mental training. When you think of the target, mental training will proceed. You only have one chance.]

Hanbin’s eyes widened.

This was an unexpected reward.

It seemed that the sincere hearts of countless Germans were conveyed through the Yongrin Sword Technique.

Is this mental training?

Anyone who is unmanned practices mental training.

The mental training of imagining a powerful unmanned force and visualizing the confrontation in one’s mind is similar to the form of swordsmanship in which one discusses the sword with words.

But this was a coincidence given by the Yongrin Sword Technique.

It was clear that the intention was to provide another opportunity through mental training.

Hanbin thought of the objects of his mental training one by one.

There was one name that immediately came to mind.

Hanbin shouted the name in his mind.

‘Dharma!’

There were many reasons to call out Dharma’s name.

The name Dharma could be said to be the progenitor of the martial arts world.

Hanbin, who called out the name, tilted his head.

Because there was no response.

It was clear that something was wrong.

At that moment, the words of the Yongrin Sword Technique appeared again.

[Only those who remain in the world can be selected as subjects of mental training.]

‘hmm.’

Hanbin swallowed his sighs.

It was clear that it took a long time to find Master Dharma because he was not of this world.

At this point, Hanbin had no choice but to become more cautious.

Hanbin also thought of Baek Kyung’s Baek.

But soon he shook his head.

Hanbin wanted to face a slightly stronger opponent.

Even if you die during meditation, isn’t it a loss?

In that case, it would have been advantageous for Hanbin to train against a slightly stronger opponent.

Hanbin thought of the Three Kings of Murim.

Hanbin, who was lost in thought for a moment, shook his head.

I needed an opponent that was a little stronger than what I could face in reality.

Hanbin was momentarily lost in thought about how to make the most efficient use of his one and only opportunity.

A moment passed since Hanbin closed his eyes.

I had been thinking about it quite a bit, but in reality, not much time had passed.

At that time, Peng Hyeok-bin looked at his younger brother’s eyes closed.

Peng Hyuk-bin tilted his head.

It was because of Hanbin’s appearance, which seemed as if he was sleeping.

It was the first time I saw Hanbin sleeping.

He was a younger brother who never blinked an eye under any circumstances.

Seeing him sleeping like this, I finally felt like he was human.

Peng Hyuk-bin smiled brightly and covered Han-bin’s lap with the blanket next to him.

And the moment I turn around.

Peng Hyuk-bin tilted his head again.

Looking at Hanbin again, he didn’t look like Jo.

Although his eyes were closed, he had a serious expression on his face as if he was going to shoot a glare at any moment.

What if you’re not sleeping?

Peng Hyuk-bin, who had been thinking for a moment, quickly turned his head.

He drew a circle around Hanbin with his finger.

Sim Mi-ho, who received the signal, quickly gestured to the other agents.

The signal sent by Peng Heuk-bin was a request for protection of the law.

Although he wasn’t sitting cross-legged, Hanbin’s eyes were closed and he looked like he was in a state of trance.

It’s not something I can wake up my little brother to ask him right now.

First of all, it was right to stand guard just in case.

At Peng Heuk-bin’s direction, the Red Blood Tigers surrounded Han Bin without making a sound.

They weren’t the only ones.

Led by Baek Ju-cheon, the rest of the Germans were also on alert around the Red Blood Tiger Squad.

Even though no one had asked them to, they joined in as one and helped protect the law without blinking an eye.

Hanbin, who was surrounded by dozens of experts in an instant, remained motionless as he sat on his chair.

Peng Hyeok-bin, who was watching the scene, whetted his appetite.

I was thinking that maybe I should have eaten the food from the dinner.

At that time, Moon Do-hee entered the Red Blood Tiger Squad that was protecting the law.

Peng Hyuk-bin tilted his head at Moon Do-hee.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know if the other person will use poison. I decided to leave the inside to you.”

“Thank you, Daehyeop Moon.”

“Has Prince Peng perhaps entered a state of selflessness?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“I feel lucky to have witnessed this kind of slope with my own eyes. But is it really true that I have entered a state of trance? Isn’t it normal to sit cross-legged?”

“Well, that’s not surprising.”

“Isn’t it surprising that he’s so selfless?”

“My brother’s subordinates are also like that, and they’ve been in a state of trance for a while now. There’s even a friend in the passage who’s in a state of trance while holding a pickaxe, so I think it’s okay.”

Peng Hyuk-bin smiled and looked somewhere.

There, Sim Mi-ho was shining his eyes.

The person who opened his eyes and entered a state of ecstasy while holding a pickaxe was none other than Sim Mi-ho.

Moon Do-hee shook her head slightly.

It was because I couldn’t believe Peng Hyuk-bin’s words.

I couldn’t understand how enlightenment could happen so easily and not just in someone’s house.

Of course, Peng Hyuk-bin’s expression did not change.

There was pride hidden in Peng Hyuk-bin’s expression.

An awkward silence followed the conversation.

Moon Do-hee looked at Peng Hyeok-bin with eyes that said, “No way.”

Peng Hyuk-bin was putting strength into his shoulders in his own way.

Peng Hyeok-bin thought about the many misfortunes his younger brother had brought to the family.

Was there one or two coincidences?

Thanks to the recently restored Honwonbyeokryukdo, the status of Habukpengga has changed.

Starting from the head of the household, Paenggangwi, to the head of the law enforcement party, Paeng Daewi, and even Paeng Hyeokbin, everyone had mastered the restored Honwonbyeokryeokdo.

Although it was not announced on purpose, the news that Habukpengga had regained the Honwonbyeokdo had already spread throughout the martial arts world.

The news caused a stir in the teenage years, while also making the old guard tense up.

That wasn’t all.

It was assumed that the current trade between the martial arts world was centered around Habuk Pengga.

To the east, the Hwangbo clan and the Shandong clan hold out, and to the south, the Jegal clan and the Hanam clan hold out.

If you turn your gaze slightly to the west, you can see that the Sacheondangga is supporting the Habukpengga.

Has Habukpengga ever received this much trust?

It was the first period of prosperity since the founding of the Honwonbyeokryeokdo by the great Byeokryeok Emperor.

Peng Heuk-bin knew that all of this was thanks to his brother.

If it weren’t for Awoo, Habukpengga would be struggling at the bottom of the list of the ten greatest powers in the world.

Peng Hyuk-bin, who was examining Han Bin’s body, narrowed his eyes.

No matter how I looked, there was no change in Hanbin’s body.

Even if it was not a legendary scene like Samhwachwijeong or Ogijowon, it was a stage where the process of enlightenment had to be revealed outwardly.

But Hanbin’s body was still the same.

Peng Hyuk-bin’s expression hardened as if he had been hit by a cold winter wind as he thought about that.

Peng Hyuk-bin tilted his head for a moment and looked at Moon Do-hee.

“Master Moon Do-hee, was that food really an elixir?”

“For us Germans, it is closer to a health tonic than an elixir.”

“Then what kind of food is it that has my brother in a state of ecstasy?”

“That dish is made by gathering all the poisonous insects that our Germans have collected over the years. It contains all the poisonous insects that can be seen from the North Sea, the South Sea, and the Central Plains.”

“Are you saying that these are materials that you collected over several years? And that you collected them all the way from the South to the North?”

“Why are you so surprised?”

“So, are you saying there is a possibility of addiction?”

“Of course. But I don’t think you need to worry. Judging from the appearance of Prince Peng, it has nothing to do with addiction. Even if you do get addicted, it’s okay. There are plenty of antidotes.”

“But why is there no change?”

“Should there be a change?”

“Of course it should be.”

Peng Hyuk-bin stopped talking and tilted his head.

Come to think of it, being in a state of no-mind wasn’t a common scene in the martial arts world.

Being by my brother’s side, I have experienced many moments of enlightenment, but I have never seen a person from another sect or family enter a state of no-self.

While Peng Hyeok-bin was tilting his head, Moon Do-hee continued speaking.

“Hey, you’re good at joking. I’ve heard that you say you’ve come to an epiphany, but there’s no change on the outside. Now that I think about it, your situation is similar.”

“The situation is similar?”

“I heard that he also attained enlightenment while eating dinner at Baekdokjihoe.”

“When is that time?”

“It is said that fifty years ago, a monk from a famous temple attended the Baekdokjihoe, ate the banquet, and had a chance encounter.”

“Was it by chance?”

“That was not revealed. I heard that he returned to the temple and told his disciples that he would share the enlightenment with them before parting ways. Thanks to that monk, there were quite a few people hanging around here whenever the Baekdokjihoe was held.”

“What happened to them?”

“He’s dead.”

“Are there any Germans who participated in the Baekdokjihoe… … .”

“No. They all died before they came here. Those who came to Baekdokjihoe hoping for a chance were like moths flying toward a flame.”

“Hmm, I see.”

“Thanks to that, there were no more uninvited guests. Until Prince Peng came.”

Peng Hyuk-bin asked in a small voice, as if his curiosity had not yet subsided.

“By any chance, what is the name of one of them?”

“Perhaps Lord Baek would know. He was the only one who was there at the time.”

Moon Do-hee quietly turned her head.

It was on the side where Baek Ju-cheon was standing guard, commanding the Germans from the outside.

Baek Ju-cheon, who felt the gaze, quickly went inside.

He spoke in a small voice, as if he was aware of Hanbin’s absentmindedness.

“The monk’s name was Muyeong.”

“Muyeong? If it’s a lineage that uses the character Mu, then it’s definitely Shaolin… … .”

“That’s right. He was a Shaolin monk.”

“Is there such a connection between Baekdumun and Shaolin? This is the first time I’ve heard of it.”

“I don’t think you can call it fate… … .”

“If Baekdumun’s connection to Shaolin isn’t fate, then what is it?”

“That’s a bad fate.”

“Is it a bad relationship?”

“If we have received a favor because of the Germans, shouldn’t we repay the favor?”

“That’s true.”

“But I washed my mouth clean and didn’t even show my face to the world.”

“Is there anything wrong?”

“If it was wrong, how could the author Muyeong have raised Ilji Daesa?”

“Raising a diary ambassador… … . Really?”

“That’s right. Ilji Daesa’s master is none other than Muyeong. Thanks to the enlightenment we received from the Germans, Ilji Daesa was raised as one of the three masters of the martial arts world.”

“So are you saying that the enlightenment my younger brother will gain is not a small one?”

“It’s something that has only happened in fifty years, so how could I know? However, I hope that Peng Gongzi will gain great enlightenment.”

Baek Ju-cheon looked at Han Bin quietly.

But Hanbin was still unwavering.

Hanbin, who had his eyes closed, was not actually in a state of trance.

I just kept my eyes closed because if I opened them, the opportunity to practice mental imagery would disappear.

Hanbin was listening to all the conversations around him.

At that moment, a name came to Hanbin’s mind.

A Shaolin monk who can be considered a character in an external story.

‘Ambassador Muyeong!’