Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 140

The Return of the Wind and Cloud (5)

To those who didn’t know, it looked like he was surprised by himself. It was such a strange face.

The current Sogeomhu was not a famous swordsman in the martial arts world, but rather a commoner who passed by the street with a brisk walk or stood frozen in place.

‘Rather than saying I lost confidence… … .’

It seemed as if something had startled him greatly. It was something that Jeongyeonshin had difficulty understanding.

“Are you saying you will follow me obediently?”

The boy was respectful again.

Taeyeonryong, who was holding the back of the neck of the Cheonilgeom Apostle, the priest of the Sogeomhu, stuck out his tongue.

He whispered pitifully into the ear of the apostle. It would be difficult for such a variety of appearances to fit together.

The apostle was subdued by the demonic spirit and was staring at his private quarters with his eyes wide open.

I could guess his feelings just by looking at him. It was a look that showed he was facing something difficult.

“Yes… … Well, when I look at the sword of the small group, my recklessness comes to me like a flower in full bloom.”

He smiles brightly as if he has never sweated before.

“It might be a good idea to consider it as broadening your horizons. Surprisingly, not many of the old school’s warriors have entered the Iphwangseong Fortress.”

“We will not tolerate any rash actions.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said with a calm expression.

The eyes of the little swordsman drew a curve. It was a thin smile.

“There’s still a lot of time left until the opening of the Menghui. Traveling the world of martial arts with the masters of the Gui faction doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.”

The way he looked at the boy changed. It was not the attitude he had toward the gate he had passed before meeting the purple one.

The gaze that examined Jeongyeonshin’s entire body was meticulous. Rather than exploration, it felt like a passion for learning.

It is to display the conduct of a swordsman while claiming to be a prisoner.

She soon let out a small sigh.

“If only there were no priests.”

Jeongyeonshin had already established some rapport with Sogeomhu by exchanging qi waves. She immediately guessed what he meant.

This means that if Ilcheongeom and Jeomchangmugeom were not subdued, I would have received Jeongyeonshin’s sword.

‘Completely different from Sword Dragon.’

He speaks harsh words lightly. He had a firm sense of his own values. Despite the fact that he was at a disadvantage, he seemed to have a strong desire to become a swordsman.

Jeomchangmu Geom, who had Namgung Hwasin’s Iphwanggeom under his chin, had a faint expression on his face.

“Saja (師姉: Dongmun’s older sister)… … .”

The expression of the woman with a strong face was pitiful. However, she did not waver like the white and black stone statue of Namgung Hwasin.

The appearance of the polite and courteous collaborator from before was reminiscent of the sturdy spirit of a man of the Imperial Family.

The Myunggongdo incident did not only bring about changes in Jeongyeonshin.

Baek Gi-rin’s heart was moving forward with a resolute feeling.

The death of his half-brother whom he had followed so closely, revenge for the sister he could not bear, and even the deaths of the true nature warriors he had witnessed in Myeonggongdo.

He grows up together with his swordsman comrade, Jeong Yeon-shin. He realizes the harshness of the martial arts world where it is difficult to protect anything if you do not keep your hands strong.

“It’s done now.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said.

At the same time as the command, Namgung Hwasin drew his sword. With a clear sound of the sword, the Iphwang sword returned to its scabbard in a graceful trajectory.

The swordsmanship that was accomplished in one breath was proof of his swordsmanship.

Tae-Yeom-Ryong tapped the back of the Sado-Ryeong’s neck and released the acupuncture point.

“this……!”

In that moment, the Apostle of the Thousand Swords grabbed the sword wave again. With a movement that seemed like a seizure.

But I couldn’t pull it out.

That was because he was facing Taeyeonryong’s wide-eyed gaze. It was different from when he was joking with Jeongyeonshin.

The dry flame that a short life brings about also existed in his heart. It was revealed by the colorless light in his eyes.

“I have many good memories of the old school. I hope you don’t tarnish the reputation of the mountain school.”

It was accompanied by the hot and overwhelming energy of the Sun God Vein. The hot and overwhelming spirit weighed down on the apostle.

Tae-Yeon-Ryong continued speaking slowly.

“In the current world of martial arts, is there any other sect that can be called a sect other than you? As far as I know, it’s only the old sect. The idea of fairness and justice can only be found in religious holy mountains. Be it Buddhist or Taoist.”

The tone of voice was dull and lacking in the dignity of a small-scale household head from a great clan. The expression on the apostle’s face wavered for a moment.

Finally, he slowly removed his hands from the sword. Slowly, he lowered his head.

“Right. You’re quite docile.”

Tae-Yeon-Ryong stepped back, teasingly speaking. Heon-Won-Chang greeted him from the side.

“The nameless disciple’s tongue is quite good. He is a useful junior.”

“… … .”

Meanwhile, Jeong Yeon-shin looked at Sogeom-hu, who was talking to Jeomchang Moo-geom.

“Lion, you have done well. I have tried to gauge the good and bad, but there is nothing to gain by clashing with the Emperor here.”

Jeomchangmu Geom said. Her clear eyes were a testament to her personality.

The swordsman who had been fiddling with the sword replied roughly.

“Oh, really?”

“As a disciple of the Baekdo sect, I cannot engage in a justifiable fight. It would be a disgrace to the Buddhist order.”

“Uh… … right.”

“The long-suffering man must have given a warning. Even if he wins by chance, the problem is what happens after that… … If he had lost at the Zhongzhonghuanshi, it would not have been such a humiliating experience. To be frank, I think he would have lost. Just by looking at that person, the black robe that Seomye is wearing, you can guess that the rumors are not exaggerations.”

The moment his eyes met with Jeongyeonshin’s, Jeomchangmu-geom quickly turned his head. It was as if he was facing a creepy wall-crawler.

“Wouldn’t it be better to accompany him rather than be dragged away? The lion brought this upon himself. I advised him to suppress his curiosity.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“Since Iphwangseong treats the old faction relatively mildly, it would be a good idea to take refuge in Yangyang for a while and then participate in the opening of the Menghui faction. In any case, it is fortunate that you have finally made the best decision.”

“Um… … ? Right? That’s right.”

Sogeom-hu turns his head with a bashful smile. It is towards Jeongyeon-shin.

Their eyes met. The boy nodded slightly.

There is a reason why I waited for you.

This is because there is something worth aiming for with the joining of the Jeomchangpa disciples.

The situation of going around the world with the escorts of a single force of the Imperial Guard and accepting important figures from the old faction as part of the party was bound to be different.

It was enough to bring about a significant change in the situation where the conflict itself had to be avoided.

‘In a very good way.’

It just so happened that he had never done a sword fight with Sogeom-hu. It was in the form of companionship. The next Jang Moon-in of Jeomchang, who was renowned for his sword skills, assisted him.

It is no exaggeration to say that with the support of the Jeomchangpa behind him, the journey is bound to be smooth.

I thought it went well.

Compared to the vast world, Ip Hwang Seong is small.

If you want to keep in check the ignorant local chieftains and small and medium-sized factions, the name of the old faction that has taken root in various parts of the Central Plains is more effective.

It was like that outside of Hogwang, where the Ip Hwang Seong had taken root. The high reputation of the old faction was clearly something worth exploiting.

“Uh… … Where are you standing?”

Sogeom-hu approached with hesitant steps. He was strangely observing me.

You could tell he was interested by the way he kept glancing at the sword on Jeongyeonshin’s waist.

Sword, and martial arts.

It would be along the same lines that he wanted to meet the purple masters.

The boy answered briefly.

“You should take the lead.”

“… …Can’t I do it next to you? The way you’re doing it seems a bit unusual.”

He was talking out of the blue. It seemed like he was talking about Jeong Yeon-shin’s Gwanghwageomryu Gisu ceremony.

The boy shook his head. It’s not worth a damn.

“Please take the lead.”

“I’m curious about the swordsmanship of Sohyeop. I’d like to get to know him. Can we become friends?”

It was a completely relaxed tone. Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t answer. There was no need to go to the length of trying to match Sogeom-hu’s strange personality.

He bowed to the drivers leading the carriage, a nod signaling the resumption of the march.

“Hey!”

The procession of chariots began to advance again.

The crowd that had been watching the series of events from a distance was startled and stepped back.

The clattering of hooves drowned out any other attention.

“Ah, there’s no one my age that interests me like this.”

The wandering Sogeom-hu was pushed by Jeomchang-moo-geom’s back. Jeomchang-moo-geom’s voice, who had his own wayward brother, dispersed into a sigh. Please, Sa-ja.

In this way, the group of Jeomchangpa joined the expedition.

It was a decision made on the spur of the moment, but it soon brought about surprising results.

Seven weeks.

It was a time when Jeong Yeon-shin’s procession was not interrupted.

* * *

“It’s already Yangyang.”

Heonwonchang muttered. He was walking alongside Jeongyeonshin.

The hot wind sweeps away the hero’s sword tied to Iphwangdaehyeop’s forehead.

The silence of the secluded mountain path was filled with the sound of horse hooves.

It was leisurely.

‘It works well.’

Jeongyeonshin thought. As she walked ahead and looked at the backs of her disciples.

Originally, some degree of chase was expected.

In the local martial arts world, Ip Hwang Seong was not an omnipotent faction. There were two groups of schools that could be enemies.

A small sect that thought it was their whole world, a large sect that observed the world’s affairs. In fact, it meant it was everything.

It’s a vast world. It’s so vast that the word boundless is fitting.

Small sects could rush in blindly, aiming for fame. The big sects could discuss murder and destruction by judging the appropriate time.

“… … Nothing is happening. I’m bored now.”

Tae-Yeon-Ryong lay down on the roof of the four-horse carriage, using his hand as a pillow.

The name of Gupa and Jeomchang, whose reputation extended from Yunnan to the tip of Sichuan, was so great.

They were no less than the powerful families of the Three Kingdoms who privately discussed the status of the royal family.

If it is the sword of the fortune teller, then it is practically comparable to the successor of the king.

It was a very noble position. It was even more so now that the thirteen thousand Sima Oedo of the Four Heavenly Kings were virtually annihilated.

Her long hair was fluttering as she walked from a distance.

“Jeong Gongja… …! There’s no one around, and you’ve just fired a shot… … No.”

Sogeom-hu, who had opened his mouth with a soft yet awkward expression, turned his head back.

After enduring for a long time and finally being unable to hold back his words, he suddenly realized that Jeong Yeon-shin’s maternal grandfather was lying in the four-horse carriage.

It seemed that he had a great interest in the Gwanghwa Sword Style, which he had briefly shown while competing in the swordsmanship.

Because of the morality of the martial arts world, I couldn’t ask him about the origins of swordsmanship, and my desire to practice swordsmanship seemed like a cloud.

“… … .”

Jeongyeonshin did not answer.

It doesn’t have the same excitement as the Sword Dragon Wiji Myohwa or the Blue Kirin Namgung Sejin.

Although Sogeom-hu was known for his sharp swordsmanship, he was still seen as a strange person to the boy.

Jeongyeonshin treated her only as a useful tool.

‘That’s true, actually.’

It was a time to think calmly.

“There you are. My sister, Miria.”

On the left in front, on one side of a wide, cleared mountain road, there was someone who came down like a ghost of the great desert outside the Great Wall of China.

They are Westerners, like the Pure Mareen.

Her hair was not their typical blond, but was the black hair of the Central Plains, but her eyes were bright blue.

The sadly standing figure looked somewhat rough. He did not approach the head of the family.

However, the moment Jeongyeonshin saw her, he turned his gaze away.

Suddenly, disaster struck. The prayer I had was similar to my senior Baek Mi-ryeo’s magic energy, but it felt much darker and more profound.

I immediately guessed his identity.

‘Pure liquor.’

Perhaps sensing the boy’s gaze, Sunmaryeonju smiled and walked out through the bushes.

Her face had sharp eyes, a slender jawline, and many similarities to Baek Mi-ryeo.

“You are the one who tore apart the children of the original family. Your martial fame is so high that it could pierce the heavens of Sichuan.”

The feeling of it touching your skin is amazing.

Phew!

A colorless gale blew. It came with a pressure that seemed to have substance.

It was a magical energy device that seemed to reverse the magical power of the Neungbeop Gwangryungi. It made one wonder if a person could connect magical energy that deeply.

“Take a chance.”

A peerless master comparable to the Blood Flame Cult Leader revealed his prayer with a smile.

“Ugh.”

“Sunma, Yeonju… …!”

The groans of the disciples of Jeomchang and some of the warriors of Ip Hwangseong who were walking ahead were heard. What kind of dharma could it be?

Just standing before my eyes, I could feel the sounds of kneeling down as if they were paying their respects to the king.

‘I did report it, but surely… … .’

The boy didn’t look at Sunmaryeonju. He just looked over her shoulder with a rare look of surprise.

When did he appear? Did he come to check the details of Mayeonjeok, who he called his close friend?

I was originally aiming for the pure magic, but the time has come when I have to step forward… … A being that can dispel all the confusing questions with just one name appeared in my sight.

Suddenly. And just in time, unlike any other disaster.

She stood there with a lonely look on her face.

The first thing that catches the eye is the beauty of the land, symbolizing immortality.

Even in the shade of the cypress trees, her long, light green hair stood out.

The deep green eyes filled with abyss seemed to silence the entire mountain covered with bushes.

“Your body is amazingly well-polished. Your prayers are also capable of dealing with the true spirit of the Tao.”

Behind the back of the pure-hearted man who spoke with a smile.

The Emperor of Heaven walked lightly. He held the divine sword in his hands, the sunlight shining brightly through the gaps in the shade.