Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 310

Heonwon (5)

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Mangsan (忘山) near Taewonbu.

A small commotion arose in the quiet valley.

Saaaaa―

The tall camellia trees, shrouded in a hazy mist, welcomed the guests with a soft scream.

The hot leap of the intruder, whose feet were covered in heat, was what caused the leaves to fall.

“Is the Owol Daesalmun a breakwater that was damaged during the rebellion at Cheonmachong?”

“exactly.”

The silence of the dark forest was broken by the sound of footsteps.

The sound of horses galloping past the bushes and the sound of light horses continuing on like the tail of a comet. It was accompanied by the sound of waves splitting the air.

Taeyeonryong’s light-hearted dash was loud. Shin Sobin, who followed him with large strides as if flying, was the same.

It was different from the murderous tactics that were displayed at the forefront of the group.

Heonwonchang was also extremely quiet, and he was unable to fully use his silver sleep technique because he was talking to Taeyeonryong.

“… However, the factions that we are currently visiting were not involved in that matter. Thanks to that, we were able to escape unscathed. It is because the families of the main faction that were captured by the Murong clan and Taemosan Fortress did not succumb to torture.”

“You’re stuck here too? The pungent smell of Sega. It’s ridiculous that the martial arts lords who seek their own glory even mention the Jeongpa. You have no idea how much money they give to the nearby government office.”

“There’s no need to comfort me in a way that’s not typical of you. I’m just thinking about the exam.”

“What’s above?”

“Alright, if I waste my precious time on personal matters… I will lose the face to face with the secret of Gwangyegyeol and our great lord. It would be truly embarrassing.”

“It’s strange that the sect recognizes the main sect’s people.”

“The predecessor of the Owol Daesalmun, the Geumgasalmun, was originally a family and sect. In order to prevent the loss of the vision, the factions that divided the Gugyeol live independently. Some are righteous, while others are tainted by evil.”

“A group that resembles a fragment of a religious sect? The gatekeeper of Cheonmachong, Bangpa-myeon.”

“That’s right. It would be a distant collateral line. However, even if the Heavenly Demon of the Tang Dynasty ascends to the throne now, Salmun will not follow him.”

“That test, it’s not like holding your breath for seven days and nights using the Gwisikdae method, right?”

“It’s a little different. Just as you said.”

A pleasant voice rang out from beneath the black lips of the murderous man who was walking ahead.

“You’ll soon find out when you get there… Rather than your killing skills, I’ll test your martial arts skills. The key is whether you can protect your body that’s imbued with vision. You might come out with a strange body-formation like the Diamond Bronze Man of Shaolin, or you might test your sword skills.”

“Can I say that? If it’s Salmun’s story, I’ll keep it a secret.”

“I don’t have the confidence to handle both Seon-hwi and you at the same time.”

A hint of laughter was mixed in the voice of the murderer.

“And if you’re Seon-Hwi’s close friend, you’re not far from me. Salmun’s bloodline is very strong. In the end, you’re drawn to the root. In the end, you know.”

“You’re talking as if our Daeseolgeom is going to leave Magwangik.”

“Listen with moderation. I’m from the Demonic Cult, and I’m from Bangpa-oe. Since I was young, it’s been a place where nonsense has been rampant. In the end, I couldn’t stop the joint attacks of the Daebangpas or the kidnapping of my direct descendants.”

Heonwonchang spoke in a rare, irritated voice.

Salhyeop didn’t respond. Only the sound of bitter laughter passed through the bushes at his feet.

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The blue sun was shining brightly.

The wide open market street under the sky was filled with people. It was a very noisy city.

“They say that if you plant just one of these seeds, the land will become fertile! It’s the Sumie seed imported from Xinjiang! Oh, pretend you’re being fooled and wait a year! It’s incredibly precious! I’m not lying!”

“Come to the inn where the best host in the world is located! We have Dongpo pork that is more delicious than the one you can find in Hangzhou!”

“Is it true that the rumors of Zhuge Liang’s death are true? The imperial sword is interfering with the Shanxi River?”

“They say that the black color of the Ip Hwang Seong, who was close to a monster, was defeated… I’m talking about Yeon Hwa Na Ta Island. The surrounding martial arts world is already in an uproar. They say that the Ha clan also suffered a great defeat.”

“Of course! It wasn’t just some random guy, it was Bokryong Hwansaeng who died! This isn’t something that will end in the martial arts world, it’s bound to have a big impact on the merchant world… … The merchants who invested in Wolseongmun were left with nothing, so it would have been good to wait a little longer.”

“I think I’ll take this opportunity to try to connect with the Shanxi branch of the Iphwangseong Province.”

“Even so, that place is a bit… Isn’t the branch manager a rookie blue warrior? He’s strong enough, but I think the Beijing powerhouse would be better. Shanxi Jianghu is a place that has been abandoned. The black men who came to punish the Zhuge family will immediately return.”

All kinds of people are intertwined.

Even at first glance, there were many noble people all over the place. It was like the capital of Shanxi Province.

The effects of drought had not yet invaded the first city in Shanxi, such as Yangyang, where the original capital of Ihwangseong was located.

There were neatly lined up guest houses, and the street view seen from one of the windows was unusually lively for the early morning.

“Everyone must run away! War! Civil war! The martial arts world’s powerful clans have risen up!”

“Are the Emperor and the Emperor’s men blind? Talking nonsense… Come here and eat some mooncakes.”

“That’s what Sim Mu-ryeon means! You or I, you’re going to come and act like the owners of our farmland! Seriously!”

“Even so, only the martial artists will lose their necks. This is Shanxi. Beijing is just around the corner. Only the ronin without a title will die, and even if they are the Shim Mu-ryeon, they can’t do anything about the common people who pay tribute.”

Swish.

Jeongyeonshin rested her elbows on the yellow table. She had just arrived in Taewon after a long walk.

The texture of the wood felt hard against my dusty clothes. I rested my chin on the back of my hand and created the appearance of a wanderer.

Some people passing by glanced up at him through the window, but Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes just silently scanned them without any shame.

There was no longer a boy who wanted to enter the world of ignorance.

‘Sim Mu-ryeon… he was the great bulwark of the martial arts army.’

Sitting on the sunlit second floor, I could see many lives at a glance.

Solicitors who follow pedestrians around and solicit customers, merchants who set up stalls and discuss worldly affairs, and self-proclaimed tycoons who loudly talk about worldly rumors…

They don’t need to pretend to be relaxed like the Magwangikju of the time. They also rarely suffer deep internal and external wounds like the current Jeong Yeon-sin.

But their suffering must have been great. In a world where martial arts were rampant, living as a weakling was not an ordinary thing.

What about now, when a drought bordering on disaster is gradually approaching?

Will they also exploit those weaker than them? Like the martial artists of the Gangho region who have been known to pillage food recently.

Bam.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s right index finger tapped the table.

He suddenly thought of the herbalist Jang Sun-il.

A boy who helped save his niece Jeong-hye and received the Extermination Sima Chonglam. He said he would take revenge on Sima Weidu who destroyed his family.

I wonder if he died somewhere along the way. The world is becoming more and more dangerous.

“Your Majesty, what should I give you…?”

It was a boy who looked like a dot. He approached her lightly and asked her questions, but the way he glanced at the Bukmyeong sword hanging on Jeongyeonshin’s waist was cautious.

Curiosity rather than fear came out loud.

Jeongyeonshin’s lips softened. The energy wave had become extremely weak, so she didn’t buy the warning.

The child’s face brightened as I handed him a small bag of salt from my bosom.

“Please give me a bowl of noodles and two or three dumplings.”

“Um, that’s all gone. It’s so common to order it… … .”

“Can you become a light soldier?”

“You can’t make pork dishes without pork.”

“Palace account.”

“There’s chicken! The maid will stir-fry it well for you! Do you drink alcohol too?”

“Dead leaves… No, just give me food.”

“yes!”

Jeomsoi answered cheerfully and turned around and walked away.

Nowadays, even the position of a guest at a guest house is considered a prestigious position in its own right.

Until recently, the inn where food was prepared was said to be equivalent to the restaurant of several years ago.

As food supply became difficult, the reason for hiring guards was to prepare for looting from outside. This inn is no different.

It was a world where you had to take out salt or silver coins to pay for food and lodging, not even a few dozen coins.

It meant that it was impossible for someone of ordinary status to calmly greet the warriors standing guard at the gate.

“Your Majesty, are you here? And you too, Sohyeop.”

“Okay, thanks for your hard work.”

A woman’s voice rang out from downstairs. Her footsteps, treading the floor without hesitation, seemed particularly loud. Not just one, but two.

The nature of the waves of aerodynamic force that prove that they are strong men is different for each person, but the feeling of treating the market as one’s own front yard was similar.

“Jeomsoi, is this the right place?”

“yes?”

“I heard a really beautiful woman came in.”

“Oh… a nobleman walked by.”

“Okay, get out of the way.”

The sound of thumping footsteps coming up echoed up to the second floor. It was a footstep closer to that of a triumphant general than one that was frivolous.

The guests sitting around Jeong Yeon-shin flinched and lowered their heads toward their food bowls. It was as if a monster from the Mountains and Seas that was not supposed to make eye contact was coming up.

chin.

The hand that was holding the railing at the end of the second floor was small and rough. At first glance, it looked like it had undergone a great deal of training.

The same was true of her hair, which was soon revealed to be pitch-black. Instead of being shiny, it was covered in dust and stone chips.

“Let’s see.”

No one around complained, even though only the rich and famous were sitting there.

Everyone was so absorbed in their meal that no one paid any attention to the woman who came up to the second floor and smiled at Jeongyeonshin.

“Oh, it’s that guy. Oh my god.”

Damn it.

“It’s fate that we met by chance, but even if we join together… … .”

He spoke as he approached with long strides. The hem of Hwangsam’s trousers swayed without hesitation.

She was a beautiful woman carrying a large sword on her back. She had gentle, downcast eyes, but her expression was not like that.

He walked forward, staring intently at Jeongyeon Shin, but soon the corners of his lips lifted in disappointment, revealing a temperament close to being a maverick.

“uh?”

It’s a bit funny to see him shaking his head.

“You’re a man, you’re a man. You listened to rumors and finally took a step. You’re losing your spirit.”

“There are very few rumors in the market that are trustworthy. And… what woman would take a military lord seriously in the first place? You should wash up at a time like this. You smell like wild boar.”

The man with the literary style who approached her said.

He was a handsome man with a sharp face and a fan in his hand. The well-ironed white sleeves and the crane-wing pattern went very well together.

When looking at the monk Gunmunjuran, Jeong Yeonshin’s eyes, which had not moved at all, narrowed slightly. It was as if she was glancing at the fan.

Meanwhile, the conversation between the man and the woman continued.

“I came from Hanam to Taewon. I’m currently practicing my closed-door training. I need to make every second count if I’m going to cut off my brother’s head.”

“Does that kind of person even flirt with ladies he’s just meeting? That’s why the Lord Yeonju exiled him, calling him a disgrace to the Bangpa clan. He even made him into a worthless son.”

At that moment, Jeongyeonshin confirmed the silence surrounding the two people.

The gap was so flimsy that it was easier to hear the voices than the dregs of the Zhuge Liang family’s Ja-ung-shin-pyeon, but it seemed like they were sharing stories in secret.

“What’s wrong with a woman liking another woman? It’s my destiny.”

“I’m telling you to do just one thing. Either a sword or a color.”

“You know, my ambition won’t allow it. I’ll take this body for everything. First, I’ll take down that bastard brother.”

“Which one is the loser… … .”

“Would you do something like that to a crazy person who flirted with the Sword Master? No matter how inadequate I am.”

“… That’s true.”

The footsteps of a woman who had laughed and said “Huh” pierced through the air. She, who was called “Gunmunju,” sat down right away across from Jeongyeonshin.

Even though the sword that had been tied behind his back suddenly rose up, he didn’t seem to care.

“It’s Gunyurin.”

“Is he crazy?”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who blurted out those words outright, regretted it for a moment. Although she didn’t show it, it was because Jeong Hye’s words came to mind.

When dealing with rare people who are not thugs, his words become harsh. He must exercise self-restraint. This is so as not to accidentally pollute the ears of his nephew whom he meets again.

‘I feel like my words and actions are going against my mental cultivation. I need to be careful.’

Phew!

Gunyu-rin, who had a blank expression for a moment, burst into laughter.

“Yes! It looks like that! Since I was rude when we first met, can I buy you a drink? I want to admire your rare face for a long time. Regardless of your gender, you are a rare person.”

“I’m abstinent.”

“It’s not that you can’t drink. You look quite young.”

The area under Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes twitched.

“It’s too much trouble to answer. Get out.”

That was when.

Hwaaaaak―!

“Looking at the sword you are wearing, you seem to be the child of a noble warrior family. But you must know the proverb that says that if you do not have the ability to judge people while traveling the world of martial arts, you will die.”

The fan was aimed at Jeong Yeon-shin’s forehead. The man with the literary style was glaring at him.

“I don’t know you, young lady, and I’ve never heard of anyone like you in Taewon. You have quite a refined spirit for your age… I wonder what your status is.”

“… … .”

The whole inn was quiet.

Even though it happened in a corner of the second floor, it attracted attention from all directions. In one corner, a boy named Jeomsoi, who had come up without anyone noticing, was looking at Jeongyeonshin with anxiety.

Although it would be arrogant to eat one’s fill in a famine, one’s feelings were reflected on one’s face.

Some practitioners say that they achieve great enlightenment through trivial things.

Jeongyeonshin suddenly remembered.

‘The secret of swordsmanship is said to be the union of the sword and the god.’

Sword and spirit.

It is the realm of super-ascension. It is said that it is possible to unite the spirit and the sword, just as the unity of the spirit and the sword is possible.

When I first heard the gentle teachings of Yeongcheon Sword Demon Baek Seo-gun, I couldn’t get the hang of it at all. It was because he approached me with a method separate from the spirit.

It’s different now.

The new secret of the divine dragon, the fairy tale of the fairy godmother.

What would happen if the sense of cooperation between the upper and lower classes was applied to a weapon?

Woof.

Suddenly, the chopsticks that Jeongyeonshin was holding began to vibrate. At the same time, Gunyurin’s eyes widened.