Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 158

Magwangikju

The thud sound is eerie.

The body of the silent branch officer collapsed. She had suffered a sword wound that would have killed her instantly.

Could it be because the intentions he had while alive were hypocritical?

The sight of the shabby, blue official uniform turning black with blood was strangely natural.

It certainly seemed that way to the common people.

“Thank you, Grandmaster… …!”

“We are opening the eyes of the volcano that has come to Iphwangseong.”

These are the people who were liberated by the swift movement of the Hyeonwonchang. Each bowed their head or paid homage.

In the meantime, there was a lot of praise. There were many people who expressed their gratitude.

However, it was a difficult greeting to receive happily, because the faces of those who had lost their property and family were stained with sadness.

It was a cross-section of the current world.

“let’s go.”

The boy in the black robe spoke. Yu-Hyeon, who had been watching for a moment, slowly approached him.

“We can go to the Murim Alliance together. There’s no way you won’t find it. It’s really crowded there right now.”

“okay.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who gave a short answer, stood at the head of the group. She was accompanied by some commoners who seemed to have been used as a means to subdue the bandits.

Heonwonchang occasionally led them while making jokes.

He said that since the Emperor had passed away, the ruthless martial artists would not be able to run wild, and that he would give the hero story he had written to a child who did not cry.

There were several boats in use at the Zhongyangbang, and one of them was very large. It could carry fifty people.

Jeong Yeon-shin and her party and the people all boarded the boat at the same time.

Tae-Yeom-Ryong and Heon-Won-Chang rowed the oars instead of the village men who were weak due to malnutrition.

Jeongyeonshin urged Taeyeonryong to move quickly.

“Your hands are slow. You don’t think you’ll be able to do well here, do you?”

“As soon as I get back, I go to the blue. I’m so sad.”

When they returned to the village they had originally stopped at, the disciples of the Jeomchangpa greeted them with expressions as if they were possessed by ghosts.

“The child is gone.”

After the sword was cut off, the cancellation jade said.

It was a story about a village boy. He was the one who told Yu-Hyeon and Jeong-Yeon-Shin’s group about the village’s bad news.

As a result, he was forcing the Gangho people into the tiger’s den. He didn’t say a word about the soldiers and hostages led by the branch chief.

It was an act of offering prey.

A martial artist who has mastered martial arts usually has more than the common people.

The current world’s green forest bandits are the martial arts masters you encounter on secluded mountain paths.

A thief who cannot resist. This is because times are difficult.

It was only because the Jungyangbangju, which had been preying on even the martial arts people, encountered a predator named Ma Gwang-ik that it suffered.

The village boy was also a witness to the chaos in the world. However, the fact that he disappeared to avoid the attention of the Jeomchangpa masters is a different matter.

“It seems he was unmanned. He must have learned martial arts specializing in hiding his energy, and he must have been born with great talent.”

Jeong Yeon-shin dismissed it briefly. Looking at the mountain range stretching toward Korea and China.

This time, I thought of the Bens rather than the village boys. There were some guys who weren’t strong men.

It was the government officials and soldiers who assisted in plundering the people.

Among them, the branch manager accepted his own death and even gave a letter to the Murim Alliance.

It is the first murder in a different sense. It is like when you kill the unmanned swordsman of the Jeonggajang.

Until now, Jeong Yeon-shin has buried the corpses of enemies, including the branch chief, and has kept the things on her mind to one side.

It was a familiar thing. I had always done it since the moment I became a martial artist with the goal of obtaining the fruit of the Heavenly Tree.

‘I am Magwangikju.’

The boy closed his eyes once and opened them. His blue eyes, which had been sparkling, became calm again.

“Anonymous, bring me a pen and ink.”

Taeyeonryong twisted his lips and opened his writing book. Jeongyeonshin wrote a single page of calligraphy right there.

It was a letter to a classmate.

“The sword has seeped into the handwriting. It is truly a martial arts-like font.”

Tae-Yeom-Ryong let out a small exclamation of admiration as he watched the brushstrokes written in one stroke.

“I found out when you were young and had some kind of secret weapon. I guess you must have used a secret weapon when you were young. Ah, now is your youth.”

“Please take care of me.”

Jeongyeonshin did not answer Taeyeonryong but spoke to Geumsu.

A white swallow, tilting its head once, flew out of the boy’s hand. Before he knew it, a scroll densely written with something was hanging at its feet.

“let’s go.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who sent Baekyeon, said.

The villagers who had been staring blankly at the spirit surrounding the group suddenly lowered their heads. At the same time, they burst into screams.

“Great Hero, please give me a chance to repay your kindness!”

“Even a meal… … no… … .”

The woman in the shabby skirt trailed off. There was no way she could treat me to lunch.

A noble boy dressed in black gave them food and supplies from the shelter, but there was not even a proper stove in the devastated village.

Reconstruction comes first.

“I’ll stop by on my way back. If this village is still standing then, I’ll have a meal with you as a side dish.”

Jeong Yeon-shin spoke kindly. The villagers, including the woman, held the boy’s hand one by one with tears in their eyes.

It was a single point of warmth in a time of chaos. Heonwonchang was surrounded by people of all ages for a moment. It took a long time for him to escape again.

“If you join the alliance, you will have to meet the leader first.”

Sogeom-hu, who was looking at Jeongyeon-shin with strange eyes, said.

The boy nodded silently and mounted his fine horse. Tae-Yeon-Ryong, Heon-Won-Chang, and Nam-Gung-Hwa-Sin were seated on the left, right, and rear.

Behind them, villagers were bowing or clasping their hands together in respect, their thumbs clasped together.

Each is a Taoist and Buddhist etiquette. It seemed as if they were being treated as divine beings rather than people.

The boy felt a strange sense of excitement. As a civilian of Ip Hwang Seong, he did the usual things.

However, this is the first time I have heard the praise of the people directly. It was because I had only been repeating missions and immediate movements.

It is fortunate that the fruit of the world tree is in the city of Ip Hwang-seong. While feeling this warmth, I accumulate merits.

Jeongyeonshin turned her horse’s head and waved her hand once toward the village.

‘They said the leader of the martial arts world was a swordsman.’

The boy thought. Now he must carry out his original mission.

‘A person is called by the nickname ‘Star’. How well does he wield a sword?’

He thought of his own Gwanghwageom style. A sword style that originated from the cliffs of Jongnam Mountain. There are many martial artists who have seen the secret fight with Namgung Ga.

Since the form of the sword was known to the world, it was necessary to reinforce it without anyone knowing.

The world of martial arts is full of wonders. I am not overconfident that I will definitely win the Gaepa War.

Even if he won, as the representative of Ip Hwang Seong, he had to avoid embarrassment in the duel with the leader of the group.

‘Yulryeong Daeju was helpful. Let’s apply all the inspiration that comes to us to swordsmanship. From now until the end of the Gaepa War.’

* * *

The headquarters of the Murim Alliance, located in Hanjung, was at the peak of its power.

The heat that had been lushly hanging on the grass of a summer day was covered with transparent air.

It suited the atmosphere created by the magnificent palace complex and the large number of people.

“Zhuge Duke, did you return them to Namgungga?”

“Yes, they were borrowed items in the first place. I collected everything I needed to get.”

“Are there any proper traces?”

“Isn’t there a mountain called Mosan in Namjikrye? It seems that the magicians of Mosanpa (茅山派) who were immediately invited by Namgung at that time did their job. Thanks to their magic, all the corpses did not decay, so examining the marks of the sword on the bodies was a breeze.”

“hmm…….”

“The swordsmanship of the Shingeomdanju is truly a peerless, unrivaled new art. Even the cutting edge is in the realm of the secret. Without the family’s vision, it would have been difficult to uncover. Also, the herbivore of the Magwangikju’s island… … When I actually analyzed it, it was no ordinary secret technique. As expected, he deserves to be the youngest to ascend to the throne of the Great Lord of Iphwangseong.”

“… … Namgung Jangrowonju was the only direct descendant who did not participate in the military operation. What a truly trembling sense of revenge. The fact that he obediently carried away the bodies of his son and grandson is also like that.”

“Hasn’t Namgung already been eaten by the collateral line? It must have been just his last struggle.”

Middle-aged men with swords on their waists walk confidently.

The road spread out with smooth stone floors, the pavilions stretching out east, west, south, and north like a palace, the sand sparkling golden on the road intersecting in all directions… … .

There was also a hermitage built to invite Shaolin monks. It was now occupied by young warriors.

“To be honest, this is the first time I’ve heard of a dull sword since I came to the Menghui. It’s a strange thing that doesn’t exist in our region. If you talk about striking first, I think it’s just a show.”

“I agree. If you have the ability to overpower your opponent by swinging your sword late, then there’s no reason to wait for the first strike, right? You’re already a master far above your opponent. If you know the sword but can’t block it, then you’re already on a different level. You can’t compare them on equal terms.”

Men and women with shining spirit sat anywhere and discussed martial arts.

The military uniforms that glistened brilliantly in the sunlight were taken out and laid out on the floor.

They all wore colorful costumes woven from silk.

Because they were of noble status, they were always clean-washed, and even Jeongjong’s martial arts skills were enhanced, so their skin texture was different from others.

Regardless of gender, they looked white and noble.

“There are those who speak of martial arts that do not exist in the world. The same goes for the Thousand-Ton Bell. How can a human body gain weight that does not exist?”

“I think that’s a matter of reference. In our Guangxi martial arts world, it refers to a secret technique that properly controls the center of the lower body. It’s a technique that unifies the movement of the base, true awakening, and true energy. I’ve heard that Wudang Tai Chi is also a technique that solidifies one’s own balance and adjusts the opponent’s center of gravity. Am I wrong?”

Both the men and women chatting had outstanding appearances, seemingly completely unrelated to the famine outside.

The Martial Arts Federation was a place for unprecedented exchanges. It was a banquet for especially noble martial artists.

The world was vast and it was rare for noble and famous warriors to gather from all over the Central Plains.

He was busy acting like royalty in his vast homeland.

That’s how it was until now.

Coming to this place and meeting people who fit the bill, I couldn’t help but be excited.

That was when.

“Isn’t it time to go? I have something the adults told me to do.”

Murong Mingjun (慕容明俊) said. He was from the Murong clan in Jiangbei, and was a famous swordsman north of the Yangtze River who was renowned for his exquisite swordsmanship.

He was also the head of the household of the private household of the Moryong family.

“I received word an hour ago that the rough princes had entered Hanjung land. Let us rise now.”

“I was the one who received the instructions.”

A young man with a gentle impression and a literary appearance stood up. He had an atmosphere that suited him very well, wearing a green ginseng.

Because he has a peerless appearance that seems to bring spring to the autumn air, he attracts the attention of many of the women who were discussing martial arts with him.

Fan Dragon, Jegal Hyun.

“You told me to come and check out Seomye’s swordsmanship. I didn’t know you would become a stone that could be thrown away in Baduk.”

Jegal Hyeon spoke as if muttering.

A boy with extraordinary eyes smiled.

“Well, if a mid-level master were to mix hands with Seomye and lose, Meng’s reputation would suffer, so that’s probably why… … Above all, Zhuge Liang’s sage methods and anatomy are outstanding. Who knows? He might even show a little bit of a fight.”

“well.”

A bitter smile appeared on Jegal Hyun’s lips.

“Regardless of age, the opponent is the great lord of Iphwangseong. Rumor has it that such a strict Daebangpa would not have seated Ha-su as the great lord. Either way, I will be defeated, so at least come back a little later. I don’t want to show myself as a disgrace.”

He said, as he put his feet against the railing on the second floor of the hermitage.

Damn it.

As soon as I took a step, the wind blew. The new model flew away as if it was flying away.

It was a picturesque sight. Men and women alike burst into exclamations for a moment.

“You’ve broken down the barrier between divine law and lightness. You’re truly a fair dragon. No matter how I look at it, it doesn’t look like you’ll lose easily… … .”

“You’ve been consulting with Wasin after raising both hands in the Emperor’s Sword Form. The results of your closed-door training will come.”

Some people looked at him blankly. Mo Yong Mingjun muttered to himself. What an unlucky guy.

‘He is an important person who has direct access to the elders of the Maeng clan. I also need to gain my father’s trust.’

Even though everyone’s thoughts were different, it was a federation of political parties.

The young warriors decided to follow the instructions of Seonryong Jegalhyeon. As a martial artist from Baekdo Jeongjong, it was an attitude of respect for one’s opponent.

They each spent their time talking and gossiping.

“Yes, your majesty?”

“I don’t know. It seems like he’s not participating today.”

“It seems like the evil Sohyeop has fallen into a love sickness. Isn’t that too obvious?”

“Don’t talk like it’s just me!”

A story about the most famous woman in Korea and China today, a lament about evil adults, a hero who says he will run wild in the world, a romance that blooms between talented men and women, and the topic of returning to martial arts once again… … .

For these energetic warriors, each moment was very short. They quickly rose from their seats.

“I saw Seomye’s face. Is she really that handsome?”

“In terms of appearance, even the warriors of the Maeng clan are not left out. More importantly, I wonder about their level of martial arts. How strong must they be that the Maeng clan elders even mobilized their secret ships to track down Seomye’s movements?”

“There was a strange rumor. It was about Hwangbo Se-ga’s Sogaju and Baek Gi-rin’s Namgung Hwa-shin… … .”

Their pace was very fast, as expected from the promising young men of the Ming Dynasty. They reached the main gate of the main corps in no time.

‘hmm?’

At that moment, Mo Yong-myeong-jun had a feeling that something big was happening. Could they be bystanders? The crowd blocking his view was enormous.

The main gate of the guild was as large as the entrance to a castle, ten times larger than the main gate.

It seemed that not only the blind men but also the common people and messengers traveling from Han to China had gathered.

“How could that be?”

“Is that a person… … !”

It was a small murmur compared to the number of people. It meant that they were completely absorbed in the sight they were seeing.

Mo Yong-myeong-jun stepped on the ground and jumped high.

Phew!

He immediately climbed down onto the wall that stretched out on both sides of the entrance. It seemed that many unmanned people had the same thought.

There were already dozens of people sitting at the same eye level.

No one looks back at the noble swordsman of the Mo Yong family. This is also something that never happened.

Mo Yong-myeong-jun lowered his gaze and then opened his eyes wide.

“… … !”

A handsome boy was standing there, stepping on the fan that Jegal Hyun was holding. He looked very proud. He had the appearance of a master.

It’s an incredible sight.

Due to the nature of the distribution of status, the position of Ma Gwang-ik’s island is far beyond the line of the later index.

However, the fan technique of Seonryong also discussed the whole of Korea and China. The fan technique of gathering the wind and reaching the limitless fan.

There was even a rumor going around that he was capable of competing with the Emperor’s Sword of Namgung Sejin, the Blue Kirin.

‘At the Yongbongjihoe, before losing to Cheonggirin in twenty rounds… … .’

However, Jegal Hyun is not young. He spoke with Taeyeonryong of the Sun God Vein, and according to the investigation, he is nine years older than Ma Guangyi Zhou.

Seonryong clearly has the reputation and skills to take on the important role of Meng. This means that he is a master who is counted among the young warriors of prestigious and respected families.

‘But isn’t that just being played around?’

Mo Yong Mingjun used the family’s legendary eye technique. In an instant, his vision became blurry.

Only the body of the boy wearing black robe was shown particularly clearly.

‘what……!’

Magwangikju Jeongyeonshin.

The fine muscles of the limbs are constantly tightening and relaxing. It is a sight to see dozens of groups of rising bodies that are difficult to measure.

The sight of her body covered in a breeze and her black clothes fluttering is strangely mysterious.

Small movements throughout the body supported the body and distributed the weight.

A faint gust of wind blows ceaselessly.

It looked like a god. What kind of divine technique was that?

“Magwangikju! What are you doing… …!”

A middle-aged man running from afar shouted, holding a spear behind his back.

It seemed like a person from the Shandong Yue family. The elder of Meng, who could no longer stand to watch, stepped forward.

In the meantime, the evil Jegal Hyeon swung the iron wire left and right, and the feet of the boy Daeju, who was standing straight above it, did not fall like the legs of a crane.

The sophistication of the black color of the yellow jacket is beyond imagination. The black sleeves that flowed behind the back of the backpack were the best part.

The new method was so unbelievable that it seemed lonely even after seeing it.

“The latter half of the story of the blind man asked the great lord for a secret… … .”

Young Ma Gwang-ik glanced down at him and said.

“I am giving instructions.”