Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 41

Natural Enemy Martial Arts (2)

The streams of water beyond the lake shore rippled in the sun.

The ships of the Simmu-ryeon followers continued to advance without stopping. The only change was in the owner.

Meanwhile, Jeong Yeon-shin heard the story of Wonjong Seonsa.

It was a story like a gust of wind that bends along the waves.

“It was when you were the only one doing it. I was immature. With a body like a piglet. I was different from you, who had already become a strong man.”

The early spring breeze blew. The old monk’s voice seemed to permeate the trees lining the riverbank.

“The family’s prestige was high. My father was in the Forbidden City. That was until he was framed and exiled. Thanks to the emperor’s generosity toward his loyal subjects, he barely managed to survive. That was nothing short of a miracle.”

“Then, where did you go to exile?”

“The family became a shamanistic cult with no ties. Yes, it was a target for the Blood Flame Cult that coveted the truth. When I returned from playing the leader game with my peers, no one was alive. Rumor had it that the Blood Flame Cult leader had come in person. I… I cried in front of my father’s twisted body.”

The voice was desperate. I could feel the resentment that had not faded over the years.

“I was lucky enough to catch the eye of the master who was begging for alms and climbed Mount Sung, but even after becoming a monk, my worries did not subside. I knew that I lacked the qualities. That’s why I thought differently.”

“Create a natural enemy through martial arts······.”

Wonjong Seonsa nodded at Jeongyeonshin’s muttering.

“Let’s restore the martial arts that are solely for destroying the Blood Flame Sect, the martial arts that contain the Buddha’s magical power. Let’s teach them to the four disciples. The outstanding Shaolin monks will be very happy. But there is trouble here. Even if we create it, it will be a problem. I wonder if it is an act that will push the four disciples to their death. To the Blood Flame Sect leader.”

Jeong Yeon-shin agreed.

I heard that the Blood Flame Cult leader is a god of incredible strength.

Although the lords of the thirteen heavens are comparable to the elders of the old school, there were some particularly powerful absolute beings in the vast world.

It was said that the Blood Flame Sect leader, the Shaolin Temple abbot, and the Iphwangseong Divine Sword Sect leader were such people.

The Sword Master was also considered one of the best in the world in terms of military force.

‘Even if you create such a martial art, it would be a problem.’

It was something that the Shaolin abbot could not learn himself and go to the Blood Flame Sect leader.

That was the weight of the one leading the political faction at the peak of martial arts.

If you lose, the repercussions will be irreversible.

“That’s how life is. No matter how hard you run, you can’t seem to get to the end. You just have to keep going step by step.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who turned sixteen this year, spoke seriously. Wonjong Seonsa, who had been staring at him blankly, turned his head again.

“Your enlightenment, which has not even lived half as long as mine, is better than mine.”

“My family also fell to the Blood Flame Cult. The Sword Clan and Sword Lord came together.”

“······You showed me the martial arts that I was only learning the basics of. I won’t ask how you did it. You said that you wouldn’t reveal the secrets of the martial arts people. Now, there’s only one thing I’m curious about.”

This time, Jeongyeonshin turned her head and looked at the side profile of Wonjong Seonsa.

The nameless river flowing into the Yellow River had no end in sight.

The sight of the old monk gazing at the distant horizon seemed to tell of the life he had lived so far.

He was a monk and a martial artist who held on to only one trouble in his life and could not let go.

The original master said:

“Tell me what I can do to help you? If only the martial arts of Pasa Hyunjeong could come out into the world. At that age, that achievement. With your qualities, you will definitely reach the realm of an absolute master.”

“Thank you for your kind words.”

Jeongyeonshin was delighted.

He was feeling inadequate. It was difficult to refine his skills with only the Buddhist law he had briefly learned.

Originally, the martial arts manual was a method to organize the nature of the thoughts contained in the true energy.

Even in the secret recipe for the Samjae Sword Technique in the low-level market, there are phrases like, “Think of cutting through heaven and earth when you cut horizontally.”

In my experience, the enlightenment that the masters of qigong talk about is usually like this.

It meant that he had found a more appropriate idea than before to utilize his accumulated power.

Although Jeongyeonshin was able to derive the method of using the true energy by looking at most of the secrets once, if he delved deeply into the thoughts, his power was bound to change.

He actively sat next to the original master.

“I think you said it was the tenth of the Diamond Sutra. Isn’t there a passage that says it comes from the section on the Adorned Pure Land?”

“······?”

“It is said that ‘Respond to nowhere and live your heart’.”

“what?”

“I would like to ask you to give a sermon.”

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The gorgeous flower-viewing boat flowed along the river, through time.

The Simmu-ryeon post-indexers didn’t really row.

Jeongyeonshin gathered them to one side. This time, she did not close her danjeon.

It was because the common people were involved. Killing Geomyehwa was enough.

It is likely that the sailors and women will already be in trouble.

‘Cleanse the muscles and make the mind have no place to dwell.’

Jeongyeonshin stood still. Except when listening to the sermon of Wonjong Seonsa, he closed his eyes and was absorbed in meditation.

Just the silence alone was enough to instill fear. Jeong Yeon-shin immediately cut off the neck of the famous swordsman in the area.

To the young men of Simmu-ryeon, it seemed like the arrogance and confidence of someone who would lead the next generation of emperors.

He heard the rumor that the heavens had mistakenly sent down a miracle. Jeong Yeon-shin smiled bitterly inside. He did not approach her with the wrong words.

“I’ll get off here.”

He spoke to the sailors. Jeong Yeon-shin looked at Wonjong Seonsa, who had gotten off first, and then looked back.

Perhaps they were trying to see her off. The lined up Shim Mu-ryeon’s followers hesitated. It was a behavior that Jeong Yeon-shin had never seen before.

Because the teachings of the prestigious school he knows do not produce such losers.

‘It’s not a review index. It means the best among juniors, and it’s not something that can be applied to just anyone.’

Sim Mu-ryeon is also a member of the Thirteen Heavenly Kings. I thought there would be a separate later index.

If he is the successor to Simmu-ryeonju, he will be on a different level from these guys.

Jeongyeonshin opened her mouth.

“What are you doing?”

“hmm?”

“Those scumbags will be with the people who are doing their jobs? That’s ridiculous. Get off.”

“······.”

“We’ll go together to the Yicheon Sword Museum. I’ll leave the disposal to Iphwangseong. You’re lucky. You won’t die right away.”

Jeong Yeon-shin decided to take credit for their pursuit. He wondered why he hadn’t thought of it before.

He tried to kill innocent civilians, Shaolin monks, and the unarmed people of Ip Hwang Seong.

It is worthy of being publicly recorded along with the position of belonging to the thirteen thousand.

Jeongyeonshin tied the men’s arms behind their backs with ropes. What she had wasn’t enough.

He wove thick ropes on the spot. It was called gosak (藁索). It was a technique he had learned as a warrior of Iphwangseong.

If you want to complete your mission, there are some people you have to take with you alive.

While the very satisfied Wonjong Seonsa looked on happily, Jeongyeonshin led the men ahead and set off.

As the road gradually appeared, pedestrians tilted their heads and passed by.

There were some who hesitated as if it was an unbearable humiliation.

“Don’t stop.”

The moment the escapee appeared, Berry showed his sharp momentum. That was enough.

The guys started walking again, following the words that Jeongyeonshin blurted out.

That was when.

“Aren’t you the disciples of Simmu-ryeon?”

It was a procession of patriots. They were said to be the ones who safely transported goods and people through the rugged central plains.

The middle-aged man in the lead approached with a faint smile, then stopped in his tracks. He seemed to be the one in charge of the parade.

‘Is it a sign?’

It seemed like he was acquainted with Sim Mu-ryeon’s children.

These guys that Jeong Yeon-shin caught were enjoying boating nearby, saying it was an ambush.

It was not unusual for people from nearby countries to open up to each other.

“What is this, what is this······.”

“They have committed a crime and are now in the Imperial Citadel. They are not free now. They do not need help, so please pass.”

Jeong Yeon-shin stepped forward and spoke. The middle-aged man’s face took on a strange expression.

It made sense, since some young kid was creating such a strange scene.

“Are you saying that the place where Confucius is currently staying is Iphwangseong?”

Jeongyeonshin didn’t answer and took out her identification badge from her bosom. It was called an Iphwang badge.

The tree carved with golden plating catches the bright sunlight.

The expression on the middle-aged man’s face became strange as he saw the pattern. Jeong Yeon-shin noticed it right away.

For this guy, it’s important to free the Confucius of Simmu-ryeon. Is he trying to pick up the beans and eat them?

It seemed that his heart was drawn to the nearby Simmu-ryeon rather than to Iphwangseong in the distant land of Hogwang.

‘Not everyone who hangs out with Sapa is like him.’

He said that there are cases where it is unavoidable to maintain friendship.

Few people can maintain their convictions in the face of a sharp sword.

He suddenly draws his sword like that middle-aged man? That guy was another Sapa. He opened his mouth.

“I can’t believe it. It seems like some powerful adults have conspired with each other and left it up to you. They’re like worms. If you really know Sim Mu-ryeon, you’d never do that.”

I wonder if the country bumpkin has misunderstood something. It was the same during the Shinya Baekmupa era.

The difference between the old and new factions seemed to be more one of discernment than force.

It was when Jeongyeonshin reached out to the sword.

“Golden sign! What’s going on?”

In the middle of the stopped procession, a young man opened the carriage door and came out.

“Oh, Your Majesty. You are a guest, but you are not sitting down.”

The middle-aged man turned his head away from Jeong Yeon-shin and smiled faintly.

There was a slight look of embarrassment on her face. Jeongyeonshin could guess the reason.

The energy emanating from the body of the big-eyed young man was clear and refined.

‘At that age, with that kind of temperament, and in this position, he would probably be the head of the Uicheon Sword Family.’

They were almost there. It was said that the Uicheon Swordsmen would also serve as a branch of the Iphwangseong.

Since there was still time left after dealing with the chaos in Shinya-hyeon, it was natural to patrol the area and be on guard.

Jeongyeon Shin took a step forward.

“I am from Ip Hwang Seong······”

“Oh my god! I am the first in our family to meet the Soye Sohyeop!”

It seemed as if he had taken a quick look at Jeong Yeon-shin’s clothes and the cards she was holding.

The boy with the excited face approached me, even performing light moves.

Greetings were exchanged along with words that he had heard of his exploits through the news of the imperial palace. It seemed as if he had even forgotten about the lottery ticket.

It was the head of the household who was making a fuss while the middle-aged man’s face was distorted.

“I guessed it when I saw the words that said he had taken the head of the Eight Threatening Sword! A person who would become a dragon had appeared! Now that I look at him, his eyes are indeed extraordinary!”

“Are you the head of the Uicheon Sword Family? Are there any other people from the original family at home right now?”

Jeong Yeon-shin asked without being swept away by his lively energy. It was a time when the distinction between precedence and continuity had to be clear.

Immediately, a strange light appeared in the eyes of the Yi Cheon So Ga Ju.

His temperament suddenly became calm. I wondered if this was his true self.

“That’s right. I am Hyeon Yu-ryang of the Uicheon Sword School.”

Only then does he smile lightly and accept the prize.

“There are already many people who have arrived and are waiting. When you arrive at Sohyeop, Ma Gwang-ik, who has gone on a mission, will gather everyone. There was even a Shaolin monk there. Ma Gwang-ik, Soshin monk, and Seomye. I think today is the day of enlightenment.”

“Thank you for letting me know. If you excuse me, please.”

Jeong Yeon-shin took out a flask from her bosom. She held it in her left hand and tilted it in her right hand, pouring out the water.

People were looking at him with puzzlement, but at the end of his steps he was walking towards was a middle-aged man from Pyo-guk.

The guy who was pretending to be a salesman said.

“I still don’t believe it. You prove your identity with just one identity badge? The Iron Clan isn’t only in Iphwangseong!”

“The moment the current small group appeared, I felt a ripple of energy from your body. It was very familiar. You guys can’t hide it at all.”

Jeong Yeon-shin used the Shigeukgyeong Jin-gi overlap to full power.

The last words of the new model, which had kicked the ground and spun around, echoed behind the middle-aged man.

My fingertips were numb as they were caught in the wind.

I reached out with my wet hand and swept the bastard’s hair, and black water dripped from my hand, revealing a single strand of red hair.

“That means a lot.”

Jeong Yeon-shin muttered calmly. There was chaos among the people of Pyo-guk who were watching with anxious eyes.

The doctrine of the Blood Flame Church that hair cannot be covered is widely known.

It seemed to have nothing to do with dyeing. I’ve never heard of such a wonderful dye.

Jinryul, who acted like a nobleman, was also like that. He was working as a killer for the Blood Flame Cult.

No matter how it was made, it would be just as deadly as a bald-headed blood cultist.

Blood stamina is said to be particularly fast in achieving initiation.

‘If it’s possible to cover the hair······.’

It is easy to send in a large number of people by using various breakwaters or flagpoles.

The current amount of liquid was different from the blood flame cultist who was frozen right now. His face immediately hardened as if he was very quick-witted.

Jeongyeonshin glanced at Wonjong Seonsa and opened her mouth.

“You said you were thinking of restoring the Shaolin Guanyin Qinggangsu. I would like to add the word ‘Qinggangsu’ to the martial arts name. Do you think that would be permitted?”

“Amitabha. Rather, it is a great honor.”

He seemed to have noticed what I meant. Wonjong Son raised one palm.

The class president. It was the etiquette of the Shaolin Temple. At some point, his attitude toward Jeongyeonshin became this extreme.

His words and actions also changed completely. He said that it was proper treatment for a young great master.

“These filthy bastards! Who dare to······ in front of······!”

The frenzied Blood Flame Cultist spun around. As soon as he met Jeongyeonshin’s eyes, a strange wave of energy rose.

Jeongyeonshin was rather pleased with it. It felt like a considerably refined power.

Could it be the Bloodthirsty Sword? There might have been black strands in the dyed hair.

‘It doesn’t matter how old it is now.’

Among the signs of Pyeongjeongsan Mountain, the Sogaju of Uicheon Geomga, the martial arts monks of Shaolin, and the later scholars of Simmu-ryeon.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s prayer, which she slowly raised her hands in, was different in nature from before.

He had the appearance of a Buddhist king in his entire body.

It was enough to calmly ignore the explosive momentum of the Blood Flame Cult.

“You’re the one who’s the troublemaker.”

He said, moving his hands at the same time.