Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 167

Implementation (3)

It was a face that looked bewildered. Jeong Yeon-shin stared at Geomseong calmly.

In the stillness that had returned to the garden of Maengjujeon, I suddenly felt the bushes beneath my feet. The words of the great senior were sincere.

He didn’t want to burden his junior with debt. He seemed to be saying that it was his since he took it himself.

It wasn’t bad. It was the appearance of a pure and honest person.

The boy shook his head.

“I was greatly enlightened by seeing the presence of my senior, so I cannot ignore him and say that I am the only one who has enlightened myself.”

“… … .”

“It is true that the Black Star gave me this opportunity through his very existence. Thank you again.”

Young Ma Gwang-ik-ju raises the stakes again.

Only then did the blacksmith’s mouth loosen. He shook his head as if something had been stolen.

He had an expression on his face that said he had been hit with his eyes open. The emotion of shock was revealed in the empty laughter on his dumbfounded face.

“When you say grace, my feelings become even more strange.”

“I’m not even giving you medicine,” Geumseong muttered.

“It’s not a good business. I was proud of you, but now you’re trying to get upset for no reason. You’re provoking the old man’s weak symbol. Why didn’t you just cut him off? I didn’t find anything special in the posture of a senior who wields a sword like you.”

It is an incredibly unconventional statement and action at first sight. This is especially true since he is the leader of the Baekdo Jeongpa sect.

But now, Jeongyeonshin’s expression was calm. She had received the intermediate reward for the Murim Alliance mission.

It was a great achievement that laid the foundation for a new forensic method.

‘From the second new study, we cannot expect anything like the spirituality of Master Dharma.’

He had no choice but to reach it solely with his own skills. He had to capture all his overflowing inspiration into a single sword.

It is true that the second new skill is decided to be a swordsmanship skill. Meeting the swordsman was of greater help than any elixir.

“You’ve got an expression on your face that I know well. It’s the face of someone who’s desperate to wield a sword.”

The blacksmith laughed humorously.

“There’s quite a bit of common ground there. The pleasure of sharpening your sword is incomparable to anything else. It’s like the feeling of being born as a mere human and becoming omnipotent. Since you surprised the old man with your martial arts skills without even drawing your sword, I’m very curious about the sword you’ll create.”

“Your kind words are too kind.”

The boy quickly pretended to be expressionless. The black-haired man’s smile deepened.

“It’s not just talk.”

“… … ?”

“There is a place where you can fully display your swordsmanship. No… … I should say those guys. The sword is supposed to be perfected within the flesh and bones of the enemy, but there are some thugs who act like they are military and are loitering around the area.”

“Are you talking about Sim Mu-ryeon?”

“You know well? Oh, by the way, you were the one who rescued the sleeping dragon in the volcano, right? It’s only now that I’m saying this, but you did a great job. The child Yu-hyeon has great qualities. He has a good character. I don’t know what will happen to this group in the future, but that child will be a great warrior. Thank you very much.”

“I heard the greetings from the elders of the Hwasan faction. Saving a close friend is not something to be praised.”

Jeong Yeon-shin gave a vague answer and released the lottery ticket. If I listened any further, my ears would start to itch.

He rolled his eyes slightly and opened his lips again.

“So, what do you have to say?”

“This time, Magwangikju was clearly born with the seeds of a dragon and a tiger… … .”

The corners of the blacksmith’s mouth went up playfully.

“You have a cat-like side. When you live long, I hope that your lifelong companion will be drawn to that personality. What do you think? Countless daughters of noble families gather at Bonmaeng. I am willing to play the role of Wolha Noin (matchmaker). If you marry Geumji Okyeop of the Mumun under the Menghoe, the relationship between Bonmaeng and Ip Hwangseong will be… … .”

“Thank you for your kind words.”

Jeong Yeon-shin cut off the senior’s words and made a short nod. It seemed to indicate that he wanted her to tell him what was going on.

I had recently realized that I was born a man. I didn’t want to be upset.

‘I won’t die leaving my children behind. At least I… … .’

The boy thought, as he absentmindedly shook off the sleeves of his black long coat.

Geomseong, who had been staring blankly at Jeongyeonshin, opened his mouth.

“I told you that I owe you a favor. If you resolve the issue of Sim Mu-ryeon’s martial arts army, I will pretend that this never happened. I cannot allow the 13th Heavenly scum to pour cold water on the atmosphere excited by the Gaepa War. You must destroy those who are wandering around Hanjung land.”

“Are there no experts left in the alliance?”

“It seems that the elders of the great sect will only show their faces after the opening of the Gaepadae War. The three lords are busy pushing each other’s backs. The current alliance is like a sheep’s skin and a tiger’s skin. There is no such thing as a good apricot. Hmm? Was that something that shouldn’t have been said to the master of Iphwangseong?”

“Your Majesty?”

“Even the old man is leaving here? It seems like a mess is expected. Even if there’s nothing special to do here. I’ve become a weakling who can’t even talk about cooperation anymore. It’s hard to leave the Menghui that’s rooting out the hypocrisy of these Baekdo bastards alone, so even if Sim Mu-ryeon causes chaos outside, I have to keep a broad perspective.”

Geomseong, who was leisurely looking around the garden, put his backpack on his back.

“You won’t do any good by being here anyway. You’ll just give the Segaju a reason to cause trouble. The envoy of Iphwangseong is the center of the conflict. Until the opening of the Gaepa War, just cut off the heads of the thirteen thousand bastards.”

“Why should I do that?”

Jeongyeon Shin tilted her head slightly and asked.

“The winner will be Magwangikju anyway, but I need your contribution to help Nobu stand out. You can hone your swordsmanship while fighting against decent enemies, and Nobu can relieve himself of the political burden. It’ll be hard to insist on reconciliation after handing over the Daehwandan to the master of Iphwangseong.”

The blacksmith laughed heartily and said.

The word harmony came to his lips. It seemed that Geumseong Hyeonso Baek had no intention of aiming his sword at Iphwangseong.

He also said that he would eradicate the hypocrisy of Baekdo. It seemed like he was competing politically with the three major powers.

At the same time, an evil spirit whispered inside Jeongyeonshin. The figure of Chilsado moved its lips.

If you want to use the Pa Baek Chong Ram effectively, shouldn’t you turn the Murim Alliance into your enemy?

“… … .”

The boy was silent for a moment.

Perhaps sensing something unusual, Geomseong opens his mouth again.

“While you are refining your swordsmanship, I will wait for your Peking Opera performance. The main character of this opening ceremony is none other than Ma Gwang-ik-ju, who has reached the realm of the highest level despite his young age.”

Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her lips.

“You mentioned the elder level, but it doesn’t seem like something to be discussed lightly. If you want to entrust me with a mission, give me the information you found out from the alliance. How could I take on the task knowing that the alliance leader is plotting a murderous plot?”

“Chado Murder Team?”

Geomseong asked back. The boy’s words were very reckless.

The question was whether he was trying to kill the Iphwangseong Muin by borrowing Simmu-ryeon’s sword.

In the presence of a peerless master who stands at the pinnacle of all the arts in the world, he is able to freely express words that he usually holds in his heart but cannot express.

Jegal Hyun, who had been silent, carefully opened his mouth.

“Daeju, but still, your words and actions… … .”

At that moment, Geomseong smiled brightly.

“Good. Let’s organize the people who will be together with the young men of the Maeng clan. The three heads of the clan will be taken care of by the old man. Even if I die, I will meet my end with the direct descendants of the Murim clan. I will entrust you with the task of saving them all.”

Jegal Hyun couldn’t hide his surprise. The boy alone nodded.

The blacksmith is a genius. On the contrary, he was not in a position to ask how he could believe it.

The swordsmanship that was about to sprout from Jeongyeonshin’s arm was important right now. The tragedy that I had seen in the village where the head of the branch chief was cut off also came to mind.

In any case, cutting off the heads of thirteen thousand masters was a feat of Iphwangseong.

The more public service the better. I decided to put off worrying about the Baek Baek Chongram for later.

“Look carefully. It’s not for nothing that the old man mentioned the elders of the great sect.”

The blacksmith handed over a rolled-up letter. It seemed to contain information about the nearby Simmuryeon masters.

This is what I had originally asked Jeongyeonshin to do.

The boy returned to his original state and organized the contents to be submitted to the general office.

There are plenty of high-level players available in the Murim Alliance, but it is unfortunate that they are being used as political games to get the Iphwangseong Muin.

“That’s it.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had put the document in her bosom, turned around. Her steps were without hesitation.

I decided to repay the favor I received from Geomseong with a request. There was no need to see him again.

“I will take Ak Ye-rim, Murong Ming-jun, Gongsun Min, and Xiao Jianhou Huaiyueok with me.”

The boy said with his back turned. He did so because those were the only names he remembered. He excluded Yu-Hyeon of the Hwasan faction.

At the level of the later indices, it might be a problem. I didn’t feel like taking my close friend with me.

The same was true of Seonryong Jegalhyeon. He was a person who politely asked for a favor and then burned the fan.

Jegal Hyeon, who was nearby, looked at Jeong Yeon-sin in surprise.

The boy turned away. What should I do?

There was a hint of laughter in the blacksmith’s voice.

“You’re just taking the best. You’re a direct descendant of Palga and a long-time disciple of Jeomchang. The Simmu-ryeon forces stationed everywhere are as numerous as the Blood Flame Cult and as powerful as the Muryonghoe and Paegeomjong. I don’t want to see them completely destroyed. Don’t overdo it.”

“It seems like the words have changed. They said they’re taking the later indexes.”

“That’s all a burden. It’s the sorrow of a powerless leader. Changing the rotten political world can’t be done with just one sword. Even the swordsmanship that can discuss the world isn’t enough.”

Jeongyeonshin looked back at Geomseong. The older man with the handsome appearance of a middle-aged man smiled brightly.

He was just opening his eyes, but his face looked ten years older.

The three families formed the Murim Alliance to protect their vested interests.

The symbol that was placed on top of the head was simply the Black Star.

Those who want to change are struggling among those who want to protect. It felt like standing on another battlefield.

It was a battlefield separate from Jeongyeonshin’s world.

“What is that?”

The boy suddenly nodded. There was a Go board on the flat stone floor next to the leader.

Geomseong opened his mouth with a faint smile.

“It seems that the leader, who was a total dummy, didn’t like it. The master of the Jegal family taught him how to play baduk. He said that it contained the art of living in the world. You should also take the time to learn it. There are many surprising things in life. After you have tasted the fruits of it, I hope you will experience it once. Be it baduk, friendship, or love.”

The peerless expert spoke with clear eyes.

It’s a meaningful story. The boy nodded calmly.

It was said that the movements of the great lords of Ip Hwang Seong were the subject of close attention by all the great sects.

The same would be true of Jeong Yeon-shin’s origins and whereabouts before entering the imperial family.

‘You must have seen my constitution, so you must have guessed what my purpose is.’

The boy finally opened his lips.

“Can I ask you to keep your mouth shut?”

“Please show me your sword skills after refining them. You know that the winner of the Gaepa War must receive a hand from the old man, right? Your prayers are quite divine, but they still have a rough side. I wonder what kind of sword you will perfect with this body.”

The blacksmith answered in a roundabout way.

There were only two weeks left until the Great Battle of Gaepa.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who returned to Yunhyangwon after half an hour, sat down with his subordinates who were as old as his older brother.

In a spacious room.

Namgung Hwasin sat up straight, and Heonwonchang twisted his neck from side to side.

Tae-Yeon-Ryong lay on the floor, his body tilted sideways. He couldn’t say anything.

He is a man who cannot stand the heat of the Sun God Vein and even chews poppies.

“So… … the Martial Arts Federation is celebrating in high spirits, and we came here to cause a little trouble, but those vicious and evil Simmu-ryeon guys are wandering around this land?”

“that’s right.”

“I heard it from the dead branch manager, Sim Mu-ryeon. Was it the Three-Way Battle?”

“Respect.”

“I said I was just talking to myself.”

“… … .”

“Actually, if it’s Sim Mu-ryeon, doesn’t he have a favor and a favor?”

Heonwonchang intervened.

At the gathering of the Shim Mu-ryeon Later Index, a man named Geom Ye-hwa was beheaded. It was because he tried to harm a civilian while on a boat ride.

When accompanying the blue giraffe Namgung Sejin, a man named Geomyehwa’s fiancee sent his subordinates.

It was a guy named Sim Mu-ryeon’s grand duke.

“Since they are already enemies and frequently plunder the village, I can draw my sword without hesitation. I will achieve achievements worthy of being called a great warrior, not a great one.”

Heonwonchang said, tying the blue hero hat on his forehead tightly. Jeongyeonshin nodded roughly and stood up.

“I’ve received two copies of the leader’s orders with their seals on them. I’ve sent one to the main castle as evidence, tying it to the Jeonseogu. I’m leaving now. I have to catch the later indexes before the Sega lords catch wind of things. The Sega lords might be colluding with Sim Mu-ryeon.”

I saw the training of the Sacheondangmun Taesanggaju and the Blood Flame Sect. I also got hit in the back of the head by Namgung Se-ga.

Now, Jeong Yeon-shin is a young yet experienced martial artist. In order to draw her sword with the Murim Alliance behind her, she needs to catch Bolmo.

“I’ll take care of that. The foolish Sogeom-hu will follow on his own. He seems to be completely in love with our young lord. The martial arts of the other guys are no use to me.”

Taeyeonryong suddenly stood up.

“Let’s stop by the city hall before we go out. We need supplies.”

“There’s enough jerky. And medicine for the wounds and internal injuries.”

“Not that one.”

* * *

An hour later.

Three young warriors, including Ak Ye-rim, were dragged out in a daze.

Sogeom-hu, who had long hair, looked at the boy in black robe with a smile. Jegal-hyeon, who had volunteered to join the main force of Meng, was also there.

It wasn’t Jeong Yeon-shin’s interest. He didn’t think of them as a source of strength.

The fact that there was no resistance from Sega was also not taken into consideration.

“I like popularization.”

The boy muttered.

It was an alley behind a bustling market street. Tae-Yeom-Ryong was bargaining with a merchant.

The red poppy buds piled up in the background danced in the autumn breeze.

Ma Gwang-ik-ju, who had been watching the scene from afar, slowly turned around.

“let’s go.”