Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 666



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666. Treasure Hunt at Mt. Mudang (1)

Hanbin tilted his head while looking at Suwoon.

Su-un pointed to the back without saying anything.

There was a woman there who managed the betting pot.

As Su-woon looked at her, the woman nodded slightly.

Su-un also faced the sight and threw a punch.

For a moment, Su-woon realized that the woman was not the one who had been seduced.

Su-un turned his head.

There was a young man there, Hanbin, waving his hands.

It was only then that Su-un realized that the situation was strange.

It’s strange that his name is on the ledger of the betting board, but the woman who manages the ledger is the subordinate of the young man in front of him?

Su-un thought that all of this was a trap to trap him.

Even after thinking this far, Su-un couldn’t remember why he had set this trap.

Su-woon asked as if he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Why did you put me in this trap?”

“When me?”

“Right now I… … .”

Su-un stopped talking, pointing to the back and getting angry.

Because the woman standing behind was smiling brightly and shaking her ledger.

The woman shaking the ledger pointed to a place in the ledger.

This is where Su-un’s name is written.

Even as this war of nerves continued, people began to complain about Su-un in increasingly louder voices.

At the noise, Su-woon quickly looked at Han-bin.

“That’s it. Prove to me that I didn’t bet anything. Then I’ll pretend this never happened.”

“Hmm, are you asking me to help you manipulate the ledger?”

“No, I just want you to tell me the truth.”

“The truth is that the Taoist’s name is written in that ledger. Go back and check. Whose handwriting it is.”

“Are you saying that is my handwriting?”

“you’re right.”

Hanbin nodded and gestured.

When Su-woon turned his head, there was a dark-haired woman standing there holding a ledger.

Su-woon, who was checking the handwriting in the ledger, continued speaking in a trembling voice.

“How can my handwriting be like this… … .”

“You’re finally admitting it now. Match-fixing is against the rules of martial arts. I understand that if a prestigious political party did something like this, they would be excommunicated from the sect… … .

Hanbin looked around quietly.

All around, angry gangsters were glaring at Su-woon.

Even his priests looked at Su-un with contempt.

Even though it may seem like nothing, the political faction was very concerned about their reputation.

It was the custom of the political faction to forgive accidental killing of an opponent, but not to forgive minor sins such as match-fixing.

The martial artists who bet money are furious, and the priests are busy avoiding Su-woon’s gaze.

Among them, only Sim Mi-ho, who was holding the ledger, straightened her shoulders and licked her lips as if she wanted to brag about something.

Hanbin nodded at her proud expression.

In fact, what Sim Mi-ho learned from Han Bin wasn’t just stealth and lightness.

Hanbin taught Simmiho, who had to manage information in the middle, various tricks he needed.

Among them were disguise and handwriting forgery.

Thanks to this, Sim Mi-ho was able to copy Han Bin’s handwriting to some extent, although not as well.

Sim Mi-ho was now boasting about his forgery skills.

In fact, what Hanbin wanted to praise about Sim Mi-ho was the thickness of her face.

It was Sim Mi-ho’s unique strength to be able to be so confident in front of Su-woon, the true owner of the handwriting.

Su-woon didn’t notice the exchange of glances between Han-bin and Sim-mi-ho.

Because that wasn’t the issue now.

As the young man just said, if this issue had come up, he could have been excommunicated from the shamanic profession.

If at my age I had to start over somewhere other than a shaman, I would have been better off dead.

The shaman was Su-un’s friend, family, and future.

Su-woon whispered to Han-bin without realizing it.

“So-hyeop, please help me.”

“What can I do for you? It would be a bit expensive to tear up your ledger. It would be even more expensive to clear up your misunderstanding.”

“Please clear up the misunderstanding.”

“Then for now… … .”

Hanbin glanced at Seolhwa.

As if she had been waiting, Seolhwa lifted the table with the paper spread out on it.

He spoke with a reverent attitude, as if he were presenting a gift to the emperor.

There was even a brush and an inkstone on the table.

Su-woon asked with a puzzled expression at the unexpected situation.

“What is this?”

“Please just sign this.”

“What kind of signature is that?”

“It’s a signature that says you’ll keep your promise if things work out well.”

“That promise… … .”

“This is a pledge to be my servant for just one day. Please sign it.”

When Hanbin pointed to the unfolded paper, Suwoon began to read the contents.

“Such absurd and ridiculous content… … .”

“Will you stay as a shaman after a hard day? Or will you leave the shaman today? I see other Taoists are also starting to gossip. Perhaps some of them want to be Taoists.”

Hanbin gestured to the priests of Suun.

Su-woon looked around and continued speaking cautiously.

“Is just one day enough?”

“Yes, one day will do.”

“I will never do anything that will harm the temple.”

“I’ll put that in there too.”

Hanbin smiled brightly and picked up his brush to add some words to the pledge.

Sasa-sak.

Su-woon opened his eyes wide at that sight.

It was because of the ridiculous speed.

Muyeong, who was watching Hanbin from the side, also tilted his head.

No matter how I looked at it, Hanbin’s every action seemed too familiar.

Of course, compared to the friend I saw in my dream.

Hanbin didn’t even turn his eyes to the attention of those around him.

Hanbin casually handed the brush to Su-woon and gestured.

He told me to hurry up and sign.

Su-un looked around once more, picked up the brush, and signed.

Sweep.

Su-un, who had signed, sighed and put down his brush.

“Is it okay now? Please clear up the misunderstanding.”

“The misunderstanding has already been resolved.”

“What do you mean? Quick, explain the ledger.”

“There is no need to explain.”

“What do you mean? Are you trying to play a joke on me?”

“Look over there.”

Hanbin pointed around.

The sharp gazes that had been looking at Su-woon until now have disappeared.

As Su-woon opened his eyes wide at the sudden situation, his priest came running.

“Death penalty, I’m sorry.”

“What the hell is going on?”

“We misunderstood. Death penalty.”

“What do you mean you misunderstood? Tell me quickly.”

“I thought the death penalty was rigged, but that wasn’t the case. It’s said that it wasn’t the Mudangpa’s Su-un, but someone called Gwangyangpa’s Su-mun who took all the money.”

“The water gate of Gwangyangpa? This is my first time hearing of Gwangyangpa.”

“Gwangyangpa is said to be a sect located in Haenam.”

“It seems suspicious. A sect called Gwangyangpa that I’ve never heard of before? And it’s in the Haenam region?”

Su-un looked at Haenampa, which was far away, without realizing it.

It was because the Haenam faction, which had been in a standoff until just a moment ago, was suspicious.

The leader of Haenampa, whose eyes met Soo-woon’s, shrugged his shoulders as if he had no idea what was going on.

Su-un turned his head and looked at the young man again.

It was because I was suspicious of whether there was a relationship with the young man in front of me.

At that time, Su-un’s master pointed somewhere.

“I am the author.”

“Who is the author?”

Su-woon tilted his head and looked at the man walking away while flicking the coin-filled wallet.

It wasn’t the Haenam faction’s attire.

He looked like a little child, wearing a blue uniform and swinging his sword as he walked.

The man was that short.

As Su-un stared at the man, his priest asked him.

“Why are you like this? Do you know him?”

“You don’t know. Open the prose and welcome the guests.”

“Yes, I understand. But isn’t the executioner coming?”

“I have something to talk to you guys about for a moment. It’s going to be a long conversation, so don’t come to me today.”

“Understood, death penalty.”

After the priest finished speaking and returned to his seat after taking a deep breath, Su-woon quietly looked at Han-bin.

Su-woon, who had been watching for a long time, stood right in front of Han-bin with a solemn resolve.

It was a serious look, like that of a general about to go into battle.

As if having a snowball fight, Su-un didn’t even blink.

Su-un’s mouth opened slowly.

“Tell me what you want. If it doesn’t harm the monks, I’ll even give up my neck.”

“Don’t say scary things. Why would I want the Taoist’s head?”

“Then what do you want?”

“You just have to guide me.”

“Guidance? I don’t believe you. There’s no way you would have set up a trap this elaborately just to get some guidance.”

“All I want is guidance.”

“Then let me ask you one thing. Are you really from Habukpangga?”

“Yes, that’s right. Let me introduce myself again. My name is Peng Hanbin, the fourth son of the Habuk Peng family.”

“Yes, Peng So-hyeop. Why is Ha-buk-peng-ga doing this to me?”

“I am simply giving the Taoist a chance to save the martial arts world.”

“Save the martial arts world? Such absurd talk… … .”

“It’s not a lie. It’s a chance to kill two birds with one stone, saving both the martial arts world and the lives of Taoist masters.”

“Are you threatening my life?”

“You seem to keep forgetting, but the person who interrupted your betting game just now was a Taoist.”

“hmm.”

When Su-woon coughed, Han-bin continued speaking.

“Then let’s begin the treasure hunt to save the martial arts world.”

“Haha, you keep lying… … .”

Su-un stopped talking.

Because Hanbin turned around without any problem.

Hanbin turned around and walked somewhere without looking back.

Su-woon started chasing Han-bin out of the blue.

“Come with me!”

Su-woon, who was following Han-bin, did not notice the changes in his surroundings.

A woman holding a ledger.

The man who was walking while flicking the torch and the old monk both disappeared.

***

The place where Hanbin stopped was about five hundred steps away from the mountain gate of Mt. Mudang.

This place was so steep that even Taoist monks rarely visited.

Su-woon noticed something strange about Han-bin, who was walking ahead.

That was the gait.

The method was mysterious, but looking at Hanbin’s legs ahead, he didn’t seem to be moving very fast.

But no matter how much I chased after them, the gap did not narrow.

Is there such a thing as lightness technique?

Su-un, who was about to scream, swallowed his saliva.

Because it seemed like he was luring me while keeping a certain distance.

“if…….”

Su-un screamed without being able to finish his words.

“Huh!”

Because Hanbin suddenly appeared before my eyes.

Su-woon was surprised and took a step back.

“Why are you so surprised?”

“Why did you bring me here now?”

“You can guide me from now on, Master.”

“What do you want me to guide you to? You can’t get in without going over the mountain gate.”

“Are you really saying this because you don’t know?”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“There are bound to be loopholes in any sect.”

“Surely there is a hole in the sacred shaman sect? Cancel it. Otherwise, I will throw you all away, regardless of whether you are a guide or not.”

“Look over there.”

“What do you want me to see? What’s over there… … .”

Su-un opened his eyes wide.

In the place Hanbin pointed, a rabbit was peeking its head out.