Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 665



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665. Start the game (5)

Hanbin nodded quietly.

“The Hyeonmun I mentioned is a master of the shaman sect. As far as I know, there is no one among shamans who uses the same master’s name.”

“Yes.”

“Then it must be Do-woon’s private tutor.”

“Hmm, but why are you talking about my private life?”

Hanbin nodded, seeing Soo-woon looking flustered.

His words were clearly true.

Hanbin looked into Suwoon’s eyes.

Those eyes were exactly the same as the ones I had seen in my past life.

A man who is sincere enough to jump into a fire with oil if it is an order from his superiors.

A man who always worries, but in the end, considers his superiors’ instructions more important than his own life.

He was Su-un.

He was a master who silently carried out whatever he was told to do, even though he lacked ability.

The reason Hanbin remembers him is because he was the first Jeongpa warrior to be beheaded during the Jeongma War.

A warrior who guarded the entrance, Ho-Gwan-Mun, until the end to prevent the invasion of the Demonic Cult coming from the Cheon-San Mountains.

He was Su-un.

He was a disciple of the Shamanist faction who carried out his missions without any error, as ordered from above.

I don’t know about his martial arts skills, but his mouth was the most trustworthy among shamans.

Hanbin continued speaking while looking at Suwoon.

“He and I are like family. That’s why I asked.”

“Family? You said you were Habukpangga earlier… … Are you by any chance a shaman’s disciple?”

“No way.”

“Then how can you become my private tutor and family? As far as I know, Master Hyeonmun was initiated when he was young… … .”

As Su-woon looked at Han-bin with a suspicious look, Han-bin quickly continued speaking.

“It’s not that we’re related by blood. We’re just sworn brothers. But in the world of martial arts, a bond is stronger than family. So if we’re not family, then what else are we?”

“What did you just say? That Hyunmun Private School and Sohyeop have formed an agenda?”

“It’s a well-known fact in Gangbuk, but it’s difficult because shamans don’t know about it.”

Of course, it was a lie. Not many people in Gangbuk knew about Hyeonmun’s relationship with him.

The only rumor that spread through Gangbuk was that the filthy Hyeonmun had reformed his ways.

Hanbin smiled with a pleased expression.

Su-woon was taken aback by Han-bin’s smile that seemed to be looking at food.

Of course, if the young man in front of you had a relationship with a private tutor or sworn brother, the distribution would have become extremely tangled.

Su-un quietly turned his head and looked at the shaman’s incense burner.

He lamented this situation, shouting inwardly, “Wow, Heavenly Lord!”

In fact, if someone told me that the young warrior and I had become sworn brothers, I wouldn’t have believed it.

There was no one in Mt. Mudang who was so absent-minded as to mess up the distribution.

But if it’s a messy gate, then there’s more to it.

Hanbin continued speaking as Su-woon turned his head.

“When I saw the Taoist monk call Hyunmun hyung a private tutor… … .”

“What are you trying to say?”

“The Taoist is a traitor to me in terms of distribution.”

“No, just wait a minute. No matter how much I think about it… … .”

“Isn’t it impossible to cancel the relationship that we have already established as sworn brothers?”

“her.”

“There’s no need to speak to me in a respectful tone. Isn’t it a bit ridiculous for me, a young man, to use Hyunmun’s name to talk about distribution?”

“Hmm, is that okay?”

“You are old, but aren’t you the one responsible for the future of the shaman? You are not someone I can do whatever I want.”

“What do you mean, I am responsible for the future of the shaman?”

“I heard everything from Hyunmun. He said that she is the person who will take charge of the shaman.”

“Haha, how could he make such a joke… … .”

“This is no joke. I heard that the Taegeuk Sword Master is also thinking of Do-woon in a special way.”

“You have covered my face with gold like this. I don’t know what to do with myself.”

As Su-woon opened his eyes wide, Han-bin continued speaking nonchalantly.

“So, isn’t this the most important place that you’ve entrusted to the Taoist? Isn’t this place, Haegeomji, where the Hero Competition begins?”

“Huh, well… … .”

“Am I wrong?”

Hanbin tilted his upper body with a kind face.

When Hanbin suddenly popped his head out, Suwoon took a slight step back and looked around.

When we first started talking about distribution, it seemed like he was trying to take the initiative by bringing up his relationship with Hyunmun.

It was a mistake. As I continued to listen to the story, it seemed like the other person knew the ways of the martial arts world.

This was Su-un’s judgment about Han-bin.

It was then that Su-un saw the figure of a priest waving from afar.

Su-un glanced at him briefly and then quickly took a step back.

There was no one to catch the fleeing Su-un.

Hanbin just crossed his arms and smiled meaningfully.

Muyeong, who was next to him, looked at the backs of Hanbin and Suwoon alternately as if he was shocked.

Mooyoung’s expression was sincere.

Muyeong knew the whole story of this situation.

The reason why his empty nest failed was because of Hanbin.

It was a truly strange technique.

At first, Muyeongdo thought it was a mistake.

A strand of hair slipped out of Hanbin’s hand.

A single strand of hair, invisible to the eye, tickled the nostrils of the Taoist monk named Su-un.

This was a perfect secret technique.

No, it wasn’t a secret technique, it was closer to a hollow technique.

Not only is the direction a direction, but it is also a completely perfect power control.

This is what Hanbin did for a short while.

Of course, that wasn’t all.

Judging from the fact that he secretly passed notes to people around him from time to time, it was clear that he had other plans as well.

It was when Muyeong was looking around as if he found it absurd.

Hanbin continued speaking.

“Now you have to keep your promise.”

“What promise?”

“You’ve won two games. I have two wishes left. Let me start with the first one.”

Hanbin tilted his head and brought his mouth close to Muyeong’s ear.

It was when Hanbin and Muyeong were having a secret conversation.

Su-woon tilted his head as he turned away from them.

This is because the surrounding commotion began to get stuck in my ears.

Su-woon opened his eyes wide at the sound of the gangsters’ voices.

They were mostly hitting the ground.

“My, my money!”

“I lost everything too.”

“How can a young person win?”

“That’s right. Who on earth won the money this time?”

“Nobody knows who got the money.”

“So does that mean the stakes remain the same?”

“They say there is a winner, but he hasn’t claimed him yet.”

“Haha, that’s not the problem now. If it weren’t for the author… … . I wouldn’t have lost the money.”

They just looked at Su-un with resentful eyes.

Most of the players thought that he lost this bet because of bad luck.

That was when.

One of his priests walked slowly toward him and whispered quietly.

“Death penalty, why did you do that?”

“What am I saying?”

“I know everything the death penalty has done.”

“What do you mean, I did it?”

“I’m talking about match fixing. Even if the young man wanted to win, wouldn’t it be wrong to sneeze next to him?”

“I sneezed on purpose?”

“There is evidence.”

“evidence?”

It was when Su-woon tilted his head.

The surroundings began to become noisy again.

Their eyes were more fierce than before.

They began to roar again with fierce eyes.

“We lost money because of that Taoist monk?”

“I guess so.”

“Haha, how could a Taoist monk be so blinded by selfish desires… … .”

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“The unmanned vehicle sent to guard the Haegumji took all our money?”

“The shaman’s reputation has now fallen to the ground.”

They were talking in an unknown language.

Su-un grabbed the scabbard without realizing it.

The priest next to him urgently stopped Su-un.

“Death penalty, it’s not their fault.”

“Didn’t you hear them just now cursing the shaman?”

“You have done something that could be misunderstood as a death penalty.”

“Am I being misunderstood?”

“Not only did you bet a huge amount of money on that young man, but you also interfered with the match?”

“I bet a lot of money?”

As Su-un’s eyes grew wide, his priest sighed and continued speaking.

“Sigh… … I went to check, and there was a bet in the name of Su-un. Would you really bet fifty nyang of silver in someone else’s name? When did you get that much money? If you had told us in advance, we would have hidden it from everyone.”

“When did I ever bet money? This is a sham.”

“Then go and ask them yourself. It clearly says that it is the shaman’s fortune. That’s why the martial artists are bound to get angry.”

“Wait here.”

Su-un asked the priest to keep his place and quickly ran to Kang Ho-in, who was managing the stakes.

Kang Ho-in, who was managing the stakes, was sitting down on the floor.

It felt as if the stall had been set up for a long time.

As Su-woon approached, Kang Ho-in raised his head.

Su-woon opened his eyes wide when he saw Kang Ho-in.

Kang Ho-in was a woman, not a man.

She was also a woman with a coppery complexion.

Because of his skin, he could not help but be mistaken for a man from a distance.

There the woman was standing next to an incongruous pickaxe.

There was also a thick book in front of her.

She opened her mouth.

“What’s going on?”

“I am the shaman Suun. I came here because they said there was a silver prize of fifty nyang in my name.”

“Ah, you are the owner of this money. Here it is.”

The woman held out a sack.

Su-un stared blankly at the bag and quickly waved his hand.

“That’s not my money. I never bet anything.”

“You were there.”

“I have never bet as much as fifty nyang.”

“Then you’re saying that it was a big deal? Let’s see.”

The woman began to turn the pages of the book.

Whirlwind.

The wind blowing through the book tickled Su-woon’s nose.

But my heart ached as if it had been cut by a knife.

She was more afraid of her shaman’s reputation being tarnished than of being framed herself.

That much, Su-un loved his own temple.

The bookshelf that had been fluttering in the wind stopped.

The woman pointed to the spot where he had stopped with her index finger.

“Look here. Isn’t it obvious?”

“omg.”

Su-un opened his mouth.

On the bookshelf it was clearly written, “Shaman’s Fortune.”

It was absurd, but he knew that if anyone saw it, it would be easy for them to misunderstand.

Su-woon collected his expression and asked again.

“When did I make the bet? Have you seen me?”

“I don’t manage names, I don’t check faces. If you’re curious, just go there and ask.”

The woman pointed somewhere.

Su-un quickly turned his head to follow the woman’s gaze.

At that moment, Su-woon’s eyes grew wide to their limit.

There was an old man and a young man there, the same reason they had left the place in a hurry a little while ago.

The woman was pointing to one of the young men.

The young man was smiling brightly and waving his hand.

Naturally, Su-un ran towards the young man.

“Is it by any chance that you manage the stakes?”

“I don’t manage the stakes, but I know the person who manages the stakes. Is there a problem?”