Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 659
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659. Flowers blooming on the seagull (5)
The Haenam faction and the Mudang faction were facing off in a tense standoff.
Even though he didn’t draw his sword, it felt like he could pierce the opponent’s heart with just his gaze.
In this situation, everyone was turned into stone statues by the sudden appearance of Ddaengjung.
Ddaengjung, who appeared silently, stood with his back slightly bent between the shamans and the Haenam warriors.
He looked like he could collapse at any moment.
Judging from his hairlessness, he was a middle-aged man, but judging from his appearance, he was a beggar.
There seemed to be no energy there.
How could such an old monk come between the Mudang faction and the Haenam faction that were opposing each other?
No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t understand it.
The embarrassed Haenam warrior tilted the scabbard he had held out forward.
It was an embarrassing situation where I had to point my sword at an old monk.
Even the shamanic masters took a step back and looked at the dangjung.
Naturally, everyone’s eyes were turned to Ddaengjung.
The boy who had been receiving attention pointed to the prose without any hesitation.
“I’ll go first.”
It was something said to a shaman who guarded Haegeomji.
But none of them answered.
“… … .”
“Oh, I told you to go first! Are you deaf?”
The old monk with the beggar’s face shouted again.
Only then did one of the shamans come forward.
He began to look the old beggar up and down.
It was true that I was flustered because of the beggar who suddenly appeared.
He looked at the old man and calmed his mind.
Because no matter how I looked, I couldn’t find anything particularly unusual about the old man.
The shamanic master seemed to know why he had not found the old man.
That’s because the opponent wasn’t a martial artist.
No matter how I looked at it, I couldn’t feel even a little bit of internal energy from the beggar-like guy.
The eyes of the shamanic Taoist monk gradually became more lively.
Looking closely, it didn’t seem to be the middle ground.
Looking at his body shape and appearance, it looked like he had not shaved his head but just lost it.
It didn’t seem that strong.
The shamanist Taoist felt ashamed of himself for being so nervous because of one old man.
He opened his mouth, hiding his expression as much as possible.
“What kind of mischief are you causing now? Please reveal your identity first.”
“Shouldn’t you reveal your name first?”
The old monk dressed as a beggar had his eyes set as if he would not back down even an inch.
The shamanic Taoist monk glanced around.
When he looked around, everyone’s eyes were on him.
The expression on the face of the shamanic Taoist monk became softer.
The opponent was clearly an old man who didn’t know martial arts.
Judging from his condition, he wasn’t mentally sound.
It was obvious that they had been starving there for a while.
In a word, he was a hungry beggar.
It didn’t look good to persecute him here.
“My name is Su-un. Please reveal your identity now.”
“My name is Muyeong. Please open the way.”
“No Young?”
Su-woon tilted his head and nodded behind him.
It was a signal to look at the roster for the Hero Contest.
There was no need to even look at the list.
But the possibility of what if was the problem.
In martial arts, there are many cases where people suffer humiliation because they do not take into account even the slightest probability.
Su-un decided to be careful even in these cases.
Another Taoist, who had received his signal, began to hastily look through the list.
He was so fast that I couldn’t see his hands turning the pages of the book containing the list.
The Taoist who was looking through the list looked at Su-un.
When Su-woon nodded, he shook his head.
It was a signal that the name Muyeong could not be found.
Su-un let out a small sigh.
“Ugh. Your name is not on the list, so you are not allowed to enter.”
“Since when did shamans discriminate against people? Shamans are always open to those seeking the Way… … Tsk tsk.”
Su-woon furrowed his brows at the sight of Mu-young clicking his tongue.
That was when.
A murmur began to form around them.
“Come to think of it, since when did the non-partisan faction start being picky about who they are? We line up here to hand over our weapons, and that old man, who isn’t even armed, can just go up, right?”
“Isn’t this the Hero Competition period? How would it be controlled if we sent dogs and cows?”
“So you’re going to kick out the poor old man? I saw earlier that the unarmed nobles just went up… … .”
One of the warriors watching pointed to the door with his chin.
He was right.
The shaman’s grounds were quite large.
The upper part of the shaman’s hall where the hero competition took place was only accessible to those on the list, but the lower hall was open to the general public.
What Haegeomgak was now controlling was not the common people, but the military.
“Hmm, now that you mention it, you’re right.”
The other drones also nodded and started to look at Su-un.
Most of them were now dissatisfied with the independents.
Most of the drones have been running for over a month to participate in the hero competition.
What they needed was a break.
I wanted to go up quickly and rest, but the shamans were being strict with me, so they were upset too.
Their complaints overflowed like water from a broken dam.
Su-un, a member of the Mu-dang-pa, was flustered by the sudden situation and looked at Ddaeng-jung, who revealed himself to be Mu-yeong.
His eyes wavered slightly.
In fact, Su-un also did not like the current situation.
He also did not understand the order from his superiors to store all the weapons and equipment of the participants in the Heroes’ Competition in the Haegeomgak.
Building another pavilion next door to store the weapons was nothing short of crazy.
I heard that all this was clearly at the direction of the Senate.
But the most absurd thing was that the elders who made up the Senate were nowhere to be seen.
All the blame was placed on Su-un and his priests who were here.
Su-un looked around again.
The gazes of those around him and the priest were not kind.
It was hard enough to control the unmanned forces at Haegeomji, but their opponents were ordinary citizens.
There was no reason to continue fighting here.
The non-partisan Suun pointed to the side.
“If you are not unmanned, please come over and verify your identity.”
“I am unmanned.”
“… … .”
Su-un couldn’t say anything.
It was really crazy and mind-boggling.
Even if I just let it go, you suddenly say you don’t want it!
When Ddaengjung, who looked like he would fall over if you just touched him with a single finger, suddenly revealed that he was Muin, Suwoon’s face turned red.
It was clear that he was trying to make fun of himself.
At this point, no one would object to the use of force, even if the opponent was a poor old man.
That was when.
Someone came running from behind, out of breath.
He was a merchant carrying a load on his back.
The merchant stood next to the old man, panting, without even looking at his surroundings.
“Oh, sir, what if you go alone?”
“How can you eat rice when you are so slow?”
“When did I say I would become a monk?”
“How many times would I have said that if you had received my teachings, it would be no different from having your name registered in the Buddha’s temple!”
“When did you teach me, old man?”
The man in merchant’s attire looked at Muyeong as if he felt wronged.
He was none other than Akpilseung.
The sudden appearance of Akpilseung threw the area in front of Haegeomji into even more chaos.
The drones, who had initially been watching the situation with annoyed eyes, began to enjoy the current situation as if they were watching a Peking Opera.
But there were some among them who could not hide their surprise.
It was Hanbin’s group.
Seol-hwa and Cheong-hwa were busy winking at each other as they saw Akpil-seung suddenly appear.
Of course, the one who was most surprised was Hanbin.
Hanbin didn’t understand the current situation.
The first thing that surprised me was that the old monk in front of me was Muyeong, the one I had seen in my dream.
A great monk of Shaolin who gave generously only in dreams and then disappeared.
But to actually see him!
Hanbin quickly changed his expression.
It was true that relationships in dreams end in dreams.
There was no way the other person would know what was happening in his dream.
In times like this, I thought it would be best to just pretend I didn’t know.
The second surprising thing was that the person that Akpilseung brought was not Ilji Daesa.
That was when.
Akpilseung, who was next to Muyeong, shouted at Hanbin.
“My lord!”
At his shout, everyone’s eyes turned towards Hanbin.
In that state, Akpilseung ran towards Hanbin.
Like a dog that hasn’t seen its owner in a long time.
If Akpilseung had a tail on his butt, it would wag it around.
Akpilseung, standing in front of Hanbin, made a face as if he was about to cry.
“My lord, my lord. How have you been?”
“Evil footnote, why is your expression like that?”
“I have a little need. Please help me, my lord.”
“I should help the evil footnotes?”
“That bastard over there is trying to turn me into a middleman.”
“What does that mean?”
“That punk keeps telling me to become his disciple.”
“You don’t like bad footnotes?”
Hanbin tilted his head and examined Akpilseung’s expression.
Hanbin narrowed his eyes as he observed his expression.
At a glance, I thought I knew the situation.
Akpilseung seemed to not know Muyeong’s real identity.
Muyeong’s only disciple is Ilji Daesa.
The moment you become a disciple of Master Ilji, you become one of Shaolin’s greatest disciples.
In short, it is an opportunity to suddenly rise in social status.
However, Akpilseung was criticizing Muyeong for being a loser.
Hanbin had to check on more important matters.
Hanbin, who was looking back and forth between Akpilseung and Muyeong, asked in a small voice.
“Where is the diary I spoke of?”
“doesn’t exist.”
“None?”
Hanbin’s eyes widened.
For a moment, Akpilseung was flustered. This was because he had never seen Hanbin this flustered before.
Akpilseung also became flustered and continued speaking.
“That, that… … . I cooked as the lord instructed. But instead of the Ilji Ambassador, that monk came out.”
“You know who that is, right?”
“I have a rough idea. Maybe Sapa… … .”
Akpilseung stopped talking.
Because I felt a strange gaze from behind.
When I turned my head, I saw that Muyeong was already behind Akpilseung.
Akpilseung continued speaking in a trembling voice.
“Sir, what I said was… … .”
But Moo-young didn’t even glance at Akpil-seung.
Muyeong approached Hanbin with a surprised face.
Akpilseung couldn’t understand this situation.
This is because Muyoung’s gaze towards Hanbin was very gentle.
It was as if he had met a family member he had lost a long time ago.
It was clearly not the usual look in his eyes.
While Akpilseung was tilting his head, Muyeong opened his mouth.
“You know me?”
“Do you know me?”
When Hanbin tilted his head and asked, Muyoung smiled awkwardly.
“I guess I was mistaken. I think I’ve seen it somewhere.”
“I hear that a lot because I have a common face.”
“Heh heh.”
Muyeong swept away the few strands of beard that remained.
He looked up at the sky for a while, as if lost in thought.
After thinking for a while, he spoke with a serious expression.
“Wouldn’t you like to become my disciple?”
“I don’t like it.”
“Do you know who I am and say no?”
“It doesn’t matter who you are. What matters is who I am.”
“So who are you?”
“I am the fourth son of the Habuk Peng family. How could I, who is supposed to protect Habuk, become a disciple of Shaolin?”
At Hanbin’s words, the surroundings began to murmur again.
Not only did Habuk Pengga, one of the ten great martial arts masters in the world, appear, but the name of Shaolin, the best of the nine great martial arts masters, also came out.
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