Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 652



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652. Is it a dream or reality? (2)

The fact that the number of recovery points had decreased was evidence that a real blow had been taken.

A situation where it is difficult to tell whether it is real or imagined.

Hanbin stared at his opponent silently.

The left hand that I had been holding from the beginning has not been used yet.

Now it was clear that Muyeong was hiding more than just his strength.

then?

Hanbin’s head turned violently.

It was to the point where the wisdom was being consumed.

Hanbin decided to first set priorities.

I don’t know what enlightenment the meditation training was trying to give, but the top priority was to obtain the heavenly level Gujeol.

Hanbin smiled brightly and walked towards Muyeong.

“Even though it’s just my imagination… … . It really hurts.”

“Hmm, sorry. My fist still has an aftertaste. Strangely, it doesn’t feel like a dream.”

As Muyeong looked at his right hand, Hanbin continued speaking.

“Yes, it’s so vivid. Do you know that I almost died just now? Why is the Buddha so bloody?”

“Hehe. Now that I think about it, I almost killed someone. But don’t forget that you were the one who caused the killing.”

“I know that too.”

Hanbin nodded.

What I just said was sincere.

Isn’t it true that chance always comes with risks?

The only good thing was that this place was a figment of my imagination.

Even if you die, it won’t be real death.

I was able to practice with peace of mind.

But there was no chance of winning if we just rushed in.

Even the highest level of enlightenment is just a pie in the sky if you rush into it without a plan.

Isn’t there a martial arts proverb that says that no matter which way the tip of the sword goes, it will always end up in the enemy’s neck?

Now was not the time to be picky about cold rice and hot rice.

I didn’t know when the heavenly pearls shining all over Muyeong’s body would disappear.

It is better to serve warm rice first.

Hanbin wanted to have a spoonful of warm rice in his mouth before it got cold.

What Hanbin was looking for now was a spatula that could scoop up warm rice.

Here, the spatula refers to a tool that can reassure Muyeong.

But there was nothing on top of the imaginary incense burner.

Hanbin snapped his fingers.

Exactly!

Muyeong tilted his head at that sound.

“What are you doing in your dreams?”

“Please wait a moment.”

Hanbin showed his palm and stopped Muyeong.

Muyoung’s eyes widened as he tilted his head.

Hanbin smiled meaningfully.

This is in your heart.

Anyway, if you need something, just think about it.

Hanbin put the bundle down in front of him.

Muyeong, who was surprised by the bundle that suddenly appeared, laughed as if he was amazed.

“Haha, this is definitely a dream. The bundle appeared and fooled my eyes!”

“So what if it’s a dream? So what if it’s real? Would you like to have a drink?”

“Alcohol in my dreams… … Where on earth is the alcohol… … .”

Muyeong was left speechless.

When Hanbin opened the bundle, there was a white bottle and beef jerky inside.

Hanbin held a white bottle.

As I slightly opened the lid of the bottle, a warm fragrance enveloped the incense burner.

It was natural that the scent lingering around stimulated Muyeong’s nose.

While he was savoring the fragrance, Hanbin closed the lid of the bottle.

As quickly as if a lightning strike had been cast.

Muyeong shouted with his eyes wide open.

“What are you doing now?”

“I’m sorry. I forgot that the Ambassador was a Buddhist monk.”

“What does that mean?”

“How can I offer alcohol and food to such a virtuous ambassador?”

“Hey! This is a dream, so why are you trying to follow worldly rules?”

“Isn’t it the duty of a person of integrity to be polite even in dreams?”

As Hanbin started to tie the bundle, Muyeong asked in surprise.

“What kind of alcohol was that?”

“This is Baek Aju, known as the pearl of Gangbuk.”

“Hehehe, Baek A-ju… … .”

“Would you like to have a little taste? I don’t think that would be against the rules of Shaolin.”

“Yeah… … . That’s a good idea.”

“Here it is.”

Hanbin poured Baek-A-Ju into a small glass.

Dribble, dribble.

The white wine flowed out of the bottle with a rich flavor, as if it were water flowing through a valley in the middle of winter through ice.

Muyeong, who was handed the glass, quickly poured the Baek-Aju into his mouth.

Hanbin’s eyes lit up at the sight.

Because the current movement was faster than the previous attack.

Hanbin tied his bundle again without changing his expression.

Muyeong shouted in surprise.

“What are you doing now?”

“You’ve tasted it, right?”

“Haha, the people of Gangho are so mean… … .”

“Humanity? I only respect the rules of Shaolin.”

“The name Shaolin is great, but how can it be above people?”

“What does that mean?”

“Master Dharma once said that there is nothing above man. Man is heaven. Under heaven, wine, water, fish, and grass are all the same. Namu Amitabha Buddha… … .”

Hanbin took out the bottle again at the sight of Muyeong shouting out his displeasure.

Mooyoung, who raised the corners of his lips slightly, accepted the bottle nonchalantly.

Muyeong immediately opened the lid of the bottle.

At that moment, Muyeong’s eyes grew wide to their limit.

“Okay, you… … .”

“Didn’t the Ambassador just say that? Water and alcohol are the same.”

Hanbin shrugged and pointed to the bundle.

There were several white bottles there.

Among them were white azaleas and gourds filled with water.

Hanbin’s eyes lit up as if it was time to get to the point.

“Ambassador, I have a suggestion.”

“Tell me.”

“Instead of offering me a drink, please make one concession.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m just asking you to give up the three meals.”

After finishing speaking, Hanbin put Wol-ah and her sword on the floor.

Then he started to loosen his hands.

As if the meaning of the Great Master Muyeong was irrelevant.

Muyeongdo smiled at Hanbin’s actions.

“It’s a dream… … It’s possible.”

After finishing speaking, Muyeong held out his hand.

Hanbin threw a white bottle.

Whoosh!

Muyeong, who received the bottle, opened the lid and drank the Baek-A-Ju liquor.

Hanbin shouted.

“Here we go, Ambassador!”

Hanbin’s fist flew like a shooting star.

It was not the beginner’s version of Yongrin Sword Technique, but a recommended method that was floating around the martial arts world, the Samjae Sword Technique.

Hanbin, who had stepped on Jin-gak, had his fist touch Mu-yeong’s side.

As soon as his skin was lightly brushed against hers, Muyeong turned his body.

Muyeong, who escaped from Hanbin’s fist, raised one finger.

“Alcohol and snacks go together… … .”

“Here it is.”

When Hanbin throws the jerky, Muyeong catches it with his mouth.

Just looking at its current appearance, it looks like a dog eating beef jerky thrown by its owner.

No matter how I think about it, this was not the appearance of a great general.

Hanbin’s hands moved quickly again.

This time it hit Muyeong in the side.

phut!

A heavy punch that makes the sound of a thunderbolt ring.

But Muyeong wasn’t pushed around at all.

Hanbin’s fist stopped, touching Muyeong’s side.

Traces of the thousand-level wound were still rippling on Muyeong’s side.

The depth was shallow.

Hanbin sighed inwardly.

Even though I had internal energy that was close to a year old, it felt useless in the space of mental training.

With the Yongrin Sword Technique’s first recipe sealed, it felt like all my training up until then had gone down the drain.

The important thing was that he had the thousand-level orb right in front of him but couldn’t get it.

Moo-young, seeing Han-bin’s disappointed look, took a step back and said.

“Haha, that’s too bad.”

“I apologize for giving in to you.”

“Ugh, if you really want to, I won’t defend you, so should I just hit you?”

“Really?”

“of course.”

Muyeong closed his eyes, carrying his luggage on his back.

But Hanbin shook his head.

This is because when Muyeong carried the load on his back, the traces of the Heavenly Sword on his body disappeared.

Muyeong opened his eyes again.

“Why, you don’t feel like it?”

“Rather, please teach me the Nahan Kwon you just opened.”

“Nahan Kwon?”

“Because with my martial arts skills, I don’t think I can touch even a single hair on your head.”

“So, you want me to teach you martial arts? Shaolin martial arts at that?”

“So what if it’s a dream? If we wake up, we won’t even recognize each other.”

“hmm.”

“Can I have another bottle of Baek-A-Joo?”

“Shaolin martial arts in a bottle of alcohol… … .”

“So what if it’s a dream? If you can have a good dream with just one martial arts technique, isn’t it a good deal?”

“Haha, good. Good.”

“Here, take another bottle.”

Hanbin threw the bottle of alcohol.

It was from then on.

Hanbin began learning martial arts from Muyeong.

What Muyeong taught was not the martial arts of Shaolin.

He said that it was a new martial art that was created through fifty years of training, rather than an original martial art.

Hanbin was able to break free from the heat with just one teaching from Muyeong.

I only taught for half a day, but it felt like I taught for a year.

While Muyeong was amazed by Hanbin’s natural talent, he did not forget to accept Baek Ah-ju as a reward.

And so the day came to an end.

I couldn’t tell how much of a gap there was between the time in my spiritual practice and the time in reality.

But Hanbin decided to mark the time spent in meditation.

As the sun began to set, Hanbin quietly approached the pavilion standing alone on Hyangnobong Peak.

Hanbin marked a mark on the pillar of the pavilion with a wol-ah.

Muyeong asked at that sight.

“What are you doing in the sacred ground of Mt. Mudang?”

“Even if it’s a dream, shouldn’t you know the time? And since it’s a dream anyway, is it a shaman’s holy place?”

“I see. I’m even holding a bottle of alcohol in a shaman’s holy place, and it’s only about that small of a mark. Hehe.”

Muyeong’s hearty laughter echoed through the air.

How much time has passed?

Hanbin got up from his seat and looked at the pillars of the pavilion.

“One, two… … .”

Hanbin, who was counting the marks, stopped at exactly one hundred.

I don’t know how much time has passed in reality, but it has been a hundred days since I started practicing mental imagery.

Mooyoung said as he saw Hanbin counting numbers.

“Please get off. I’m tired now.”

“It’s a dream, so why do you say you’re tired?

“Now, I have reached the limit of accepting your training. I have taught you everything I need to teach you, so please step aside.”

Even though he said that, there was a smile on Muyeong’s lips.

Hanbin also smiled.

This is all my imagination, but I feel strangely attached to it.

During the hundred days here, Muyeong was sometimes like a master, and sometimes like a friend.

Hanbin also knew that he was reaching his limit.

This is because the wording of the Yongrin Sword Technique has changed.

[The mental training is over. There is only one moment left until we leave.]

Instead of canceling, the phrase was changed to inform of withdrawal.

Perhaps the maximum period of mental training was clearly one hundred days.

Hanbin turned his gaze and continued speaking with a serious expression.

“Please accept just one offer, Ambassador.”

“Okay. This is the last time.”

With those words, Muyeong ran towards Hanbin.

Hanbin also did not back down and ran towards Muyeong.

The fists of the two facing each other became so fast that they were invisible to the eye.

What was strange was that neither of them had any defense in mind and were just aiming for each other’s vital points.

This was the Muyeong Chilseong Kwon that Muyeong had realized after fifty years of perfection.

It was only after a moment that Hanbin’s vision, which had been exchanging attacks, became blurred.

But even in the blurred vision, the words of the Yongrin Sword Technique were shining.

[Check the seal with the dragon’s eyes.]