Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 668



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668. Treasure Hunt at Mt. Mudang (3)

Hanbin, who was smiling while looking at Su-woon, continued speaking.

“The rumination ends there.”

“her.”

Su-un sighed with a dejected expression.

That would be the case, if only there had been a little more time, he might have realized the polarity of the Yuun Shinbo.

Hanbin continued speaking after seeing Soo-woon’s expression.

“There is no time now.”

“No matter what, how can you interfere with the enlightenment of a person without a master? How can you do something like that… … . How can you take responsibility for it?”

“Responsibility? It’s an enlightenment I gave you.”

“That may be true, but… … . This is not right.”

“Isn’t the composition of the Yuun Shinbo sufficient? Since we don’t have time, let’s leave here for now.”

Hanbin pointed to the opposite side of the cave where light was coming in.

Su-un had nothing to say.

The opponent had completely penetrated the realm he had realized.

Su-un gave up and quietly checked the entrance to the cave.

Su-un, who was about to walk forward, stopped.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned his head and looked at Hanbin cautiously.

“Before I go, I have a favor to ask.”

“Please tell me.”

“Can you please push it one more time?”

Su-un still seemed to be feeling regretful.

Hanbin sighed as he looked at her with earnest eyes.

“phew.”

“I guess I asked too much. I’m sorry… … .”

He was speechless.

Because Hanbin pushed his back hard.

It was the martial arts skill of Habuk Pengga, Honwonbyeokryeokjang.

Hanbin, who had pushed Su-woon’s back with the best technique of the family, looked at Su-woon who had been pushed out.

Of course I wasn’t worried. Hanbin’s Honwonbyeokjang contained no internal energy at all.

He hit Su-un’s back with only pure force.

Papak.

Su-un screamed as he came out of the cave.

“oh!”

Hanbin followed suit.

***

Hanbin went outside and looked around.

There were quite a few people gathered around the cave.

Everyone was happy to see Hanbin.

Seolhwa ran towards Hanbin and shouted.

“My lord! Why are you so late? And why are you coming out of the ground?”

“There was a reason for that.”

“We have all been waiting for you, Confucius.”

“Isn’t there a saying from an old sage, ‘Even if you take a short route, you should take a detour?’”

“Oh, I see. That’s the way to enlightenment, isn’t it? If we had known, we would have turned back.”

The snow flower smacked its lips as if it was regrettable.

After that, Sim Mi-ho came out holding a pickaxe.

“Master, if there had been an easy way like this, I would have dug the ground in vain.”

“It wasn’t an easy path. If the people here had all crowded together to cross, we probably wouldn’t have been able to make it, Deputy Chief Sim.”

“Please take me with you later. I want to check out what kind of road it is.”

“Okay, I’ll definitely show you later, Deputy Chief Sim.”

“For now, I have gathered everyone we need as instructed by my lord.”

“Okay, let’s see… … .”

Hanbin slowly checked them one by one.

It was natural that Cheonghwa and Sogun, who were walking around like a bundle with Seolhwa, came, and behind them, Imoo-myeong was standing with shining eyes.

Behind Imoo-myeong, Akpil-seung was looking at the distant mountains with a dissatisfied expression.

As Hanbin looked, Akpilseung came running in one stride.

“Your Majesty! Why have you come only now?”

“Thank you for your hard work. I told you earlier, so you don’t have to worry about becoming a monk anymore.”

“So is it resolved?”

“Yes. But why did you reject the old man’s offer? Evil footnote.”

“I am at my best when I am cooking. The Jo Hyang Paek of Habuk Peng Ga is like home to me. I don’t want to leave there anymore. But suddenly becoming a monk? How can that make sense?”

“I think it was fate… … .”

“What do you mean by fate? Don’t be ridiculous. If I had been taken away, not only Ddaengjung, but also that disciple would have had to be fed three meals a day.”

“Evil footnote, do you happen to know who that old man’s disciple is?”

“What are you going to do with it? It’s just a small thing.”

“Well, so you don’t regret your decision to stay in Habukpangga?”

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

“You really don’t regret it? If you want, you can leave.”

“Your Majesty, no, my lord! Why do you keep trying to abandon me?”

Akpilseung raised his voice without realizing it.

Every moment he spent with the old monk from Shaolin to here was painful for him.

It didn’t matter what the old man’s status was.

Akpilseung shook his shoulders slightly.

Hanbin chuckled at his creepy appearance.

Akpilseung asked Hanbin’s expression.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Your expression is strange, my lord.”

“It’s nothing else… … I just wanted to tell you that your disciple is Ilji Daesa, Ak Footnote.”

“I know.”

“I know, but you refused to become Ilji Daesa’s disciple?”

“It must be someone with the same name. Perhaps that Ddaeng-jung is a master of the Sa-pa who is hiding in Shaolin. So his disciple must also be a Sa-pa. Or maybe he is a master from somewhere in the West.”

Akpilseung pointed somewhere with his hand.

It was west.

At that moment, Su-woon, who had been watching from behind, intervened urgently.

“That’s right. In my opinion, he is definitely one of the masters of the West, the Gwangcheonsamma. And he is a betting madman. If not, there is no way he could have displayed such a murderous spirit.”

The surroundings suddenly became quiet because of Su-un’s sudden raised voice.

They tilted their heads and looked at Su-un.

Most people were tilting their heads at him who had suddenly intervened.

Su-woon continued speaking awkwardly under the sudden onslaught of gazes.

“I am Su-un, in charge of the shaman’s prose.”

“I know everything even without introduction. Please come this way first, Taoist.”

Hanbin grabbed Suwoon’s sleeve.

Su-woon took a slight step back and looked at Han-bin as if he was dumbfounded.

“I think Sohyeop knows the old man’s identity… … . Am I right? He definitely isn’t a Shaolin monk.”

“He is not the kind of person that the water monk thinks he is.”

As Hanbin waved his hand, Suwoon glanced around.

“Now that I think about it, other people too… … .”

Su-woon stopped talking and looked around.

Su-woon, who had been looking around for a while, pointed somewhere.

“Hey, that kid!”

What Su-un was pointing to was Cheong-hwa.

He looked at someone again and gestured.

“And that guy!”

This time he pointed to Sim Mi-ho.

Su-un continued to point at people and spoke in a trembling voice.

“Was it all a lie? Why did you deceive me?”

“I have never lied.”

When Hanbin shook his head, Suwoon continued speaking.

“Everything was fake, including that guy who came and went with the money. How can you say he never cheated?”

What Su-un was pointing to was Cheong-hwa.

The small man in blue uniform carrying the prize money was Cheonghwa.

Hanbin snickered as he saw Soo-woon’s expression of astonishment.

“Didn’t I tell you earlier that my subordinates are managing the betting board?”

“Hehe, I told you about it… … Then what is the identity of the high priest who is presumed to be Touma? Is he also a subordinate of Sohyeop?”

“He is not my subordinate. If we found out his true identity, there would be an uproar.”

“Then what is his identity? Was what he said just now true?”

“As I told the evil master, he is the one and only master of Ilji Daesa.”

“So… …. Which temple’s Ilji Daesa are you talking about? There are probably more than ten Buddhist monks with the name Ilji that I know of.”

“This is the story of Shaolin.”

“If it’s Shaolin’s diary… … .”

“He is called the first of the three masters of martial arts.”

“Oh my, such nonsense… … .”

“you’re right.”

As Hanbin smiled and nodded, the surroundings began to stir.

Sim Mi-ho and Lee Mu-myeong looked at each other and exchanged opinions with their eyes.

Akpilseung next to him slowly walked towards Hanbin as if he had lost his mind.

“Is it true, my lord?”

“Why are you so surprised? Evil Lord?”

“So are you saying that I almost became the disciple of Master Ilji, one of the Three Masters of the Martial Arts?”

“Yes, evil footnote.”

“Up to here, the master of the diary… … .”

“Do you regret it? It’s not too late. There’s still a chance.”

“… … .”

Akpilseung didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pressed his temples as if he was thinking about something.

That time wasn’t that long.

Akpilseung said after thinking it over.

“I don’t like it.”

“You don’t want to be the disciple of the best in the world? Are you serious, Akko?

“What would I do if I became a master’s disciple? I would just be cooking all day long. It would be easier to cook whatever I want at Jo Hyang Gak.”

“You have attained the Way, Ak-jooju.”

“It was that hard.”

There is a hint of dew in Akpilseung’s eyes.

Su-woon, surprised by their conversation, took a step forward again.

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“This is the personal history of the evil footnote, so I feel awkward talking about it… … First, let’s say hello. These are my subordinates.”

Hanbin pointed around nonchalantly.

Su-un tilted his head and looked around.

“hmm.”

Su-woon looked at Cheong-hwa, coughing in vain.

Cheonghwa had already taken off her male disguise and returned to being a girl.

What Soo-woon found surprising was its speed.

Transformed from a man to a girl in the blink of an eye.

As Su-un looked up, Cheong-hwa spoke first.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Your eyes are strange. Most men with eyes like that are… … .”

“Stop it. Stop treating me weird.”

Su-woon was startled.

Because it was obvious that there would be some misunderstanding.

Cheonghwa tilted her head at the sight of Suwoon looking very nervous.

“Every single man who looked at me like that gave me pocket money.”

“Did you say allowance?”

“Isn’t Mr. Taoist trying to give me some pocket money? I got you out of a difficult situation earlier, so I think you want to repay me. Isn’t that right?”

Su-woon opened his mouth at the sight of Cheong-hwa reaching out her hand.

Su-un’s hand went into her arms.

It was as if I was under hypnosis.

It would have been better to give money than to be misunderstood.

But maybe because I was nervous, I took out the wrong amount of money.

I tried to take out the iron coin, but a silver coin came out with it in my hand.

The silver coin that was caught in Su-woon’s hand fell into Cheong-hwa’s palm as he was unable to hold on to it.

This was not intentional either.

It takes a shaman half a year to personally collect one piece of silver.

It was because of the shaman’s basic principle of advocating non-possession.

The silver coin falling weakly was just like Su-woon’s heart.

Whoosh.

That was when.

The falling silver coin disappeared into thin air.

The most surprising thing was Su-un.

At that moment, Hanbin’s voice was heard.

“Cheonghwa, the joke has ended there… … .”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

As Cheonghwa smiled, Hanbin returned the silver coin to Suwoon. Suwoon, who realized that it was all a joke, coughed without realizing it.

“Hmm!”

At that sight, laughter broke out here and there.

There was a sound that stood out among the laughter.

“Huh, huh, huh!”

The first person to react to that voice was none other than Hanbin.

Hanbin’s new model moved like the wind.

Everyone’s eyes followed Hanbin and then stopped.

Because Hanbin stopped.

He stopped in front of a large rock.

Hanbin squinted his eyes at the rock.

“Come out!”