Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 163

Magwangikju (6)

The rain continued day after day. Many people came and went from Yunhyangwon. Those who wanted to make friends with Magwangikju and the sword.

It was said that rumors were spreading through the large headquarters of the Menghui that the young leader of the Iphwangseong clan was giving teachings.

The sound of voices could be heard right outside the door.

“There are interesting things happening even before the opening ceremony. There are rumors that Namgung Se-ga came to meet Baek Gi-rin, and the men leaving to meet Jong-nam’s sword dragon are also funny.”

“Aren’t all the people of Gangho here? If it’s the black color of Iphwangseong, it’s the most noble among them.”

“I heard from the Cheongilmunju. He said that he gained the starting point of enlightenment through one use of a sword… … I don’t understand it at all. How could a master of Iphwangseong teach the blind? If he did it intentionally, he is not a radical, but a great swordsman.”

“Aren’t you too young to be called a great swordsman?”

“If that’s what you’re going to say, then why are you loitering around here?”

Jeongyeonshin thought. It’s the same for both parties if they don’t know each other’s intentions.

‘I don’t need to hear any more of this.’

The rotation of the halo in my heart has stopped. As I gather my true energy, my hearing becomes dull once again.

The Murim Alliance could not possibly have been completely unaware of Jeong Yeon-shin. Even just looking at his publicly revealed actions, it was enough to make one feel suspicious.

The island’s Jeongyeonshin has always achieved more than just a feat. She has defeated opponents who were difficult to defeat.

The most notable incident is when he killed the Elder of the White Sword.

The Eight Evil Swords.

After repeatedly fighting against the masters of the Jongnam faction, he was so exhausted that he was showing signs of being possessed by a demon.

Jeong Yeon-shin then prepared a single destruction method by examining the sword attack habits, sword strike patterns, and sword trajectory of the Palhyeoknachalgeom.

It was a gamble. If Nachalgyeom had used a different technique, he would have been defeated.

It was something that couldn’t help but stand out.

‘The leaders of the Martial Arts Alliance must be on high alert. But they don’t stop the masters who challenge me… ‘

When calculating the gains and losses, don’t they think that their gains are greater?

That’s the current situation. The majority is focused on Ma Gwang-ik-ju.

On the other hand, Jeongyeonshin only shook hands with each of them once.

The information that Jeongyeonshin obtains is shallow compared to the information that the Murim Alliance reveals. It looks like a battle between two wheels.

‘It’s different from the blue giraffe. Which one is right?’

―I heard that you are good at breaking and destroying things. You are good at dissolving and destroying things. So I don’t plan on showing you the sword in advance.

It was the story of the blue giraffe Namgung Sejin.

He was a man of many people. It was confirmed that Gaebong was watching the fight between Jongnampa and Paegeomjong.

It was after hearing the news that Jeong Yeon-shin had beheaded the eight-legged swordsman Paegeomjong on the spot.

When Iphwangseong Island was chosen as the younger sister’s opponent, Namgung Sejin bought information from the beggars of Gaebong.

‘Qing Giraffe. Maybe you’re right.’

Namgung Sogaju came to his own conclusion based on the information gathered by his family. He should not show his martial arts skills to Seomye.

“Get out of the way.”

Jeongyeonshin pushed Taeyeonryong away and sat down on the mountain. The nameless disciple who was accidentally pushed away opened his mouth with a look of shock on his face.

“I wonder what it would be like if I turned blue. Is this what it means to be ambitious?”

The grumbling Taeyeonryong stepped onto the lakeside and crossed to the other side.

He stepped into the garden, folded his hands and covered the back of his head. He had the demeanor of a bum. He looked very relaxed.

“The young master is too careless. The Emperor’s family is fine, but a cult that is too tyrannical would be perfect for the master to belong to.”

“If you achieve something, I’ll treat you differently.”

The boy spoke, tapping the ground beneath the mountain with his heel, while staring blankly at the gate ahead.

As Tae-Yeon-Ryong said, it was an indifferent face.

It is good to create a Baek Baek Chongram and continue to reform the forensic law. However, this Yun Hyang Won is a house located in the middle of enemy territory.

The intention of the meeting should not be completely overlooked.

“Very good.”

Tae-Yeom-Ryong, who had been staring blankly at Jeong Yeon-Shin, snickered. He still had his head resting on his hand.

“I, a poor servant, should go and take a look around the meeting. It seems that our lord is curious about the secret plans of his superiors.”

“You want me to spy on you?”

“Actually, I’d rather be better than the incarnation that left first. Baekdo Jeongpa is also a place where people live. Except for the old faction, all the guys like to drink and have fun. Whether it’s a sumptuous drinking party where they open their hearts, a war of nerves over side dishes, or a sword dance when they’re drunk. And… … .”

The line forming on Taeyeonryong’s lips became thicker.

“If you talk about the Taeyeonryong of the Hwangbo family, he was quite famous in Jinan as the Hwahwagongja… .”

Jeongyeonshin thought for a moment. Should she listen to such absurd words?

That was when.

The side door next to the main gate opened. A man in a neat green suit closed the door and came in, then walked up to me with quick steps and handed me a letter.

He was Yunhyangwon’s servant who went out to get ingredients. The Murim Alliance gave him a job.

As a commoner born and raised in Korea, he only learned the three disaster prevention methods promulgated by the imperial family.

“Lord, I have a message for you.”

“Message? Where?”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had come down from the rock, opened the letter and asked.

“This is Murong Se-ga. Prince Murong Mingjun told me to pass it on.”

The servant answered politely.

Taeyeonryong, who had come close, glanced at the letter next to the boy. Jeongyeonshin paid no attention.

There was a brief silence as they all gathered together and scanned the text. Soon, Tae-Yeon-Ryong’s lips twisted slightly.

“It’s an invitation. There’s a check coming in before the opening ceremony. Are you going to accept?”

“I need to get the information too. There will be no more cases of unmanned nature coming here.”

“So that’s the job of the Lord. Let’s go together.”

* * *

Rattling.

The antique wooden doors opened on both sides. Jeong Yeon-shin, Tae-yeon-ryong, and Heon-won-chang entered a banquet hall filled with orange lanterns.

It’s the evening before Chuseok.

The night breeze was refreshing, but the heat from the people was not. The energy from dozens of people was tremendous.

“Isn’t what I said correct?”

What Tae-Yeom-Ryong said earlier was right. It was a luxurious interior. There were many people eating and drinking, and most of them were young.

The energy was brighter than the light. It was full of life.

The stone decorations and landscape paintings on the walls looked precious at first glance. It was a hall built entirely for banquets.

However, the ones who decorated the interior the most were the martial artists of the Murim Alliance themselves.

The air that enveloped his entire body spoke of his outstanding skills. His earnest prayers were mixed with his youthful spirit.

A banquet of a prestigious family. A banquet of grandeur and class.

They asked about the well-being of the monks and discussed martial arts. There was also a scene where they tried to gauge the other person’s intentions with sharp words.

Sometimes, you exchange glances with someone you have in mind.

Damn it.

The hem of Jeongyeonshin’s black pants moved. One step. The small sound of footsteps held a strange power.

The Neungbeop Gwangryungi was a divine energy filled with spirituality. It gave practitioners an incredible presence. I stepped into it without any particular intention, but silence fell.

Only then did people turn their gaze.

“… … .”

The wave of the super-high-level master. It created silence even though it didn’t attract attention.

The prince’s arm-length robe glittered like gold in the lantern light. His pitch-black robe looked like the ceremonial attire of the Beijing aristocracy.

Temperament and appearance played a big part. So did the black hair that flowed down to her shoulders and swayed in a jet-black manner.

Even in close combat, the shine flowed as if he was confident. No one could say anything about it.

How many masters would there be at a banquet hall who could break through the black sword of the Emperor and grab a hair?

“Rough yellow and black… … You invited Magwangikju?”

“Who the hell is it?”

There were only a few people who uttered questioning words. The majority of gazes directed at Jeong Yeon-shin were indifferent.

Taeyeonryong had previously mentioned the concept of restraint. He said that the actions of the unmanned were inherently rough and crude.

Those who did not participate in the first place are not present.

The Hwasanpa’s Yoo Hyeon-do was nowhere to be seen. It seemed that the curfew imposed by the sect’s elders had not been lifted.

Jeong Yeon-shin thought it was karma.

‘What will Yoo-Hyeon think about this?’

As the crowd gathered around and stared blankly at the boy, a swordsman in a pink uniform approached.

He was a young man with a handsome appearance.

“Magwangikju.”

He smiled and took the lottery ticket.

“I didn’t know you would accept my invitation. Please, enjoy it without any pressure.”

It was a strangely irritating remark. It seemed as if he was asking if I really came. A few people were muttering.

There were some who frowned on one side. However, most did not. Jeong Yeon-shin felt a sense of hostility that bordered on territoriality.

‘How many people are whispering…? … Qing Qing Qing? I see. It’s because of Namgung Sogaju’s popularity.’

The name Namgung Sejin was called several times in my ears. It was a question of whether such a young boy really had such great skills.

Mo Yong-myeong-jun, who had released the lottery ticket, opened his mouth again.

“I felt the desire to invite you too late. I didn’t have enough time to let my fellow disciples know about the coming of the Great Lord. It was my foolishness. I am truly sorry.”

“Recruiting Sogaju?”

Jeong Yeon-shin asked. Mo Yong-myeong-jun nodded slowly.

“My name is Murong Mingjun. I am the small master of the Murong family.”

The boy smiled faintly.

“I see. Thanks for inviting me.”

It was the lower body. Mo Yong-myeong-jun’s black eyes gathered in an instant. He could not maintain the expression that seemed to welcome a guest in his own room.

The Murong clan held a position similar to royalty in the land of Liaoning. They were not in a position to listen to words of congratulation from a boy of much younger age.

“Is there a problem?”

The boy asked calmly.

Inwardly, Jeong Yeon-shin was rather suspicious. Could it be that he was trying to gauge her personality at the banquet?

Are you so stupid that you think that the Iphwangseong Ma Gwangikju will treat you with respect?

‘The Sega Sogaju I know is a very scary and deep-minded being.’

Namgung Sejin’s face comes to mind. Taeyeonryong’s face was a bonus.

“It’s so transparent, you little rascal.”

The guy next to me laughs languidly.

“It is not right for a black person representing the Ip Hwang Seong to be respectful to a mere latecomer. Shouldn’t a martial artist who eats with a knife be treated with a knife? Our great lord is skilled in that area. If you are going to bother him, apply for a non-combat. You will see great etiquette. If you want to be respected by the Magwang Ikju by talking nonsense, you should break your own danjeon and become a commoner.”

Judging from his words and actions, he seems to have become a man of the Imperial Palace. Jeong Yeon-shin shook her head and pushed Tae-yeon-ryong slightly.

When I said that I would enjoy it as I pleased, Mo Yong Myeongjun silently nodded.

It seemed as if he was about to say a word to Tae-Yeom-Ryong. The boy settled down for a moment and sat down at a corner of the table.

The banquet resumed.

Mo Yong Mingjun, who was the first to pour the wine and receive the glass, apologized and walked away.

Tae-Yeom-Ryong, who had been watching his dignified back from the side, also left. It was said that there were people who had become friends during the time when Hwangbo Se-Ga was a small family.

In Jeongyeonshin’s view, it was fortunate that she didn’t have to beg for poppies. Now, she didn’t even have a few pennies.

Only Heonwonchang remained and picked up the jade kettle. Then he poured water for Jeongyeonshin, who did not drink alcohol.

“Shangming Sword (商明劍) Murong Mingjun. I heard that he acts like a Confucian scholar, but in reality, he is closer to a merchant. He has the appearance of a scholar and the personality of a merchant. They say that he uses the sword quite well. There is a saying that if you want to keep him close, you should be close to him, and if you want to keep him away, you should not even look at him.”

Their table was terribly empty.

It was a very large banquet hall, with a diameter of about forty jang. The empty seats were even more noticeable.

The two of them didn’t pay any attention to the many glances from afar. They just shared drinks in silence.

‘It looks pretty good.’

Jeong Yeon-shin thought. While looking openly at the martial artists of the Murim Alliance.

There was no one who was as noble as an elder. This meant that no one could completely control the true energy.

Just by feeling the waves touching their skin, they could sense the characteristics of the energy they had created.

The knee pain that occasionally comes to Jeongyeonshin has gotten worse recently. The function of the upper body has also gotten stronger.

It was worth analyzing the characteristics of the aerodynamic waves possessed by the unmanned men of the Menghui.

So, when I thought about the destruction of the waves in my head, it immediately became the next chapter of the Pabak General Review.

“Over there. The guy wearing the yellow hero hat.”

“This is the guy from Jinju.”

When Jeong Yeon-shin asked about a man’s identity, Heon Won-chang answered right away.

Iphwangdaehyeop memorized all the Yongmopagi books that were placed in Iphwangseong.

He knows the identities of all the military figures who pay tribute to the government office.

About a day passed like that.

Suddenly, a thin shadow appeared over the table. The first thing that caught my eye was a long braided hair. Jeong Yeon-shin raised her head.

Our eyes met. A woman with extremely dark eyes was smiling softly.

“This is Ak Ye-rim from Shandong Musicians.”

“Magwangikju Jeongyeonshin.”

“I heard you saw the death of the Qing Qilin, and I was his fiancée.”

She pursed her red lips. There was no favor in her eyes. You could tell the emotion just by looking at the words she spat out.

“The man I knew was a hypocrite. He was busy covering up his family’s corruption with his seemingly upright conduct.”

“… … .”

“I wonder what Sohyeop thinks. As a noble warrior, he must have made the decision between life and death. He must have felt Namgung Sejin’s character most deeply.”

Ak Ye-rim whispered. It was an approach that I couldn’t understand.

Jeong Yeon-shin briefly experienced the dense world of Kang-ho. She realized that the girl in front of her was deceiving her.

I could tell by the trembling of her lips and the pounding of her heart. It wasn’t natural.

The boy suddenly thought. What are these sewers trying to do now?

“you.”

Young Ma Gwang-ik opened his mouth slowly.

“You are talking about a giraffe so carelessly.”

There was emotion in the words. It was a rare occurrence.

“You are tarnishing his reputation.”

A sword rose from the boy’s heart.