Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 168

Implementation (4)

I ran down the street all day.

He moved with lightness, not with a fine horse. The assassination of Sim Mu-ryeon was not something to be taken lightly.

I had to risk my life and approach quietly.

Namgung Hwasin was left at the main shrine. It was to prepare for the case that something unfortunate happened to Jeongyeonsin.

One of the envoys from Iphwangseong had to remain in the Murim Alliance.

If there’s anyone who can temporarily take on the role of Black Master, it’s only Blue.

Namgung Hwasin’s rank was right next to Jeong Yeonsin’s. He was also the most trustworthy colleague.

‘I’ll take a good look at the internal situation of the alliance.’

The boy highly regarded Baek Gi-rin’s wit, resourcefulness, character, and popularity.

Simmu-ryeon is a strong opponent. This means that they are the masters of the Daebangpa who are difficult to be confident of winning.

We have no choice but to assume that the party will be annihilated or that time will be delayed. That is why Namgung Hwasin was left behind.

“Why don’t you just not go? Is it normal to run into Thirteen Heaven?”

Tae-Yeom-Ryong spoke while tapping my product. He came over to my side before I knew it.

A bunch of poppies that had been bought in a hurry two days ago were placed in her chest. Jeong Yeon-shin shook her head.

I felt the void left by Namgung Hwasin anew. He had been so strong.

“If you don’t want to be embarrassed, you have to experience it firsthand. If you don’t have the swordsmanship you’ve learned in real battles, you won’t be able to handle his swordsmanship. If things continue this way, the prestige of the Black Swordsman will be tarnished.”

The boy said. Taeyeonryong bit into a poppy stalk.

“Is it shameful to lose to a blacksmith? You’re not even a mediocre master.”

“It’s the same even if the opponent is the leader. If I show myself being defeated without any strength… … That in itself is a failure of the mission. I came here to save face, but it looks like I ended up learning a lesson instead.”

“The Menghui, wary of Daeju, came up with a plan. They were able to save face even after giving up the Gaepa War.”

It was a straight-backed spear.

As expected of a cavalryman, he glares at the warriors of the Murim Alliance walking ahead and moves his mouth, while holding the hem of Jeongyeonshin’s shoulder with one hand.

He uses the young lord as a shield while talking boldly. The boy silently waved his arms.

Taeyeonryong twisted his lips.

“Well, it would seem strange to refuse ‘teaching’. They say that the swordsman taught a trick to the master who won the Gaepa War… … .”

“You can’t endure even a single second of the swordsmanship with the Gwanghwa Sword. It’s a sword attack that breaks the flow even with the swordsmanship of the Yullyeongdaeju.”

“I guess it would be difficult to do it with just the Shihwamugeuksu? Even if it’s something like Hwan-gang.”

Tae-Yeon-Ryong asked. Jeong-Yeon-Shin stared at him blankly for a moment.

It seemed like the bored guy had mastered his own martial arts.

He was known to be very talented at first sight, but he is exceptionally sharp when it comes to martial arts.

The boy nodded slowly.

“The gap is the problem. The moment you dig in with the recommended method, your arm will be torn off. It’s hard for the self-defense technique to handle the swordsman’s sword strike.”

“In the end, it seems right to use a sword to show off your skills. The Hwangbo family also has a swordsmanship method that is quite useful… … It’s called the Nanhua Swordsmanship. After my great-grandfather became great, he was praised as the best swordsman in Shandong for ten years. It’s said that he was famous for the story of how he easily defeated the spears of a dozen or so Akga masters with just one sword.”

“That’s nonsense!”

A bright voice intervenes.

“The truth is different! It was an act of exerting power over the later indexes without any shame! There’s no way the author, Sogaju, wouldn’t have known about that, right?”

It was Ak Ye-rim, dressed in a pure white martial arts uniform. She was carrying a long spear behind her back.

Her long braided hair and the swaying sound of her voice with every step she took were the skills of a Shandong musician.

Evil.

Likewise, he competed with the family of Tai Yanlong, who had settled in Jinan, Shandong Province, for fame.

The Akga clan was at a disadvantage until the three imperial forces swept through Jinan. They benefited greatly from the destruction of the Hwangbo clan.

Shandong musicians were originally considered one of the eight great musicians north of the Yangtze River, but with the establishment of the Menghui, they set out for China and Korea in order to gain world recognition.

The current musicians are in a situation where they lack even one master.

This is because Shin Chang Aksurim, the eldest sister of Akgaju, committed suicide by jumping into the castle.

A huge power leak occurred decades ago. The story of Aksurim throwing away his right to succeed to the family line for some reason was very famous.

Taeyeonryong chuckled.

“Did you act like that because you felt ashamed? It was quite a sight to behold.”

“what?”

“Our lord is nearly ten years younger than you, and you tried to hold him responsible for the unjust disobedience at the banquet hall. You were using such obvious tricks. Everyone knows how much you loved Sejin. If I had dreamed of acting like that, I would have bitten my tongue and committed suicide as soon as I woke up.”

“you……!”

Ak Ye-rim opened her eyes fiercely and then suddenly closed her mouth.

Her gaze moved. Her gaze slightly turned to Jeong Yeon-shin, and there was a complex emotion in it.

He brought up sensitive topics without reservation in a place where there were many young people.

No one would have known that the boy would defend the Qing Qilin at that moment. No one would have known that.

The saying that even if they turn purple, they are equal became a topic of conversation among them for a while.

‘Was he sincere?’

That alone did not diminish Ak Ye-rim’s hatred. She is not as inhumanely fair as Baek Gi-rin.

She is not a quirky person like her great aunt Aksurim who would abandon her family for the common people.

Although he was a noble martial arts master, he belonged to the crowd of ordinary humans.

‘Magwangikju, Baekgirin.’

It was confusing. Unlike Namgung Mi, Namgung Sejin was a good older brother to Baek Gi-rin.

Why am I going to fight in the world with the person who killed my older brother?

She did not think of Ip Hwang-seong as a defense against the swordsmen. She saw him as the military leader of the martial arts world.

Isn’t there only one reason why the Emperor protects the people?

This is to stabilize the tribute flowing into the imperial family.

Ak Ye-rim originally wanted to have a private meeting with Baek Gi-rin. She wanted to ask her face to face.

Are the Magwangikju and Iphwangseong any different from your family? Do you think they are just a bunch of bandits who only follow the rules without a single flaw?

It really would have been so. If the unmanned soldiers of the Imperial City hadn’t suddenly barged in and thrust the lord’s orders at him.

“So, where is your destination?”

She asked. It wasn’t a question addressed to Ma Gwang-ik-ju.

If you want to talk to the lord of Iphwangseong, you have to be polite, but Ak Ye-rim chose to ask Hwangbo Sogaju instead.

But Tae-Yeon-Ryong was mischievous. He kept his mouth shut and did not answer.

He saw right through the reckless and evil spirit of the unmanned man. He stared blankly at the two boys conversing.

The young lord was approached by the son of the Gongsun family.

“My fiancé is interested in you. I am too. We were there in Cheongya Valley before. When Iphwangseong and Namgungsega fought.”

The boy with the light shining in his eyes spoke. He was at the same eye level as Jeongyeonshin.

Gongsunmin.

He was the head of the Gongsun family, a member of the Palga clan. He seems to like to wander around here and there with his eyes wide open.

It had a lively and energetic feel. The white silk uniform that had been worn a lot looked strangely suited to it.

“Blue Night Song?”

Jeong Yeon-shin asked back. She remembered that there were quite a lot of onlookers surrounding the valley. There were a lot of people, both martial artists and commoners.

Gongsun Min nodded vigorously.

“Yes. It was a very big event. Actually, I went to see the martial arts of Shingeomdanju and Namgunggaju rather than you… … Aside from the fierceness, the life-and-death battle between you and Cheonggirin was incredibly impressive.”

“What.”

“It was a life-or-death situation where there was a lot to learn. Although the flow of agreement was unstable, the exchange of hands was indescribably detailed, and the sight of the Qing Qilin wrapping his extended swordsmanship around your hand and encouraging your technique in return was terrifying!”

He didn’t hide his admiration. His feelings were revealed in his expression. It was an attitude that had never been seen before in the Murim Alliance.

They say that hundreds of sects participate in the meeting, and it really seems like there are people of all kinds.

“star…….”

Jeongyeonshin turned her head. She tried not to show her awkwardness.

It was time to be nervous. The group entered the village without realizing it. Fragments of the fence, shrunken like firewood, were stepped on with every step.

Smoke was rising between the houses. It was eerie, like a bundle of incense burning to honor the deceased.

‘There is no one alive.’

The fierce wind blew testified to the annihilation. It seemed as if even the last bit of life that remained in the village had been buried together with the hastily constructed grave.

It was like entering a different space. The smell of rotting corpses was intense.

It was a very familiar sight to the people of the martial arts world who faced famine.

The powerful plunder food and hold the weak by the throat.

It is something that will never change. It was common for people to swing their learned martial arts to make a living.

The same goes for Sim Mu-ryeon.

If they do something like this in Hanam, where their sect is located, they will be offending their patron, the feudal lord.

So I came to Shaanxi. I plundered from outside the sect, ate, drank, and practiced martial arts.

If we can even damage the Baekdo Jeongpa alliance, it will be the icing on the cake.

It was written like that in the letter that Geomseong had given. Jeongyeonshin thought it made sense.

“There are a lot of mounds here and there. Who made them?”

“He must have been a knight or a villager who stopped by the village while passing by.”

It was a conversation between Taeyeonryong and Heonwonchang.

The boy opened his mouth slowly.

“I will retrace the steps of Sim Mu-ryeon. I will hunt down and kill everyone I see, and even cut off the head of the leader of the armed forces who led the plunder. According to the document I received from Geomseong, he is an elder of Sim Mu-ryeon. His name is Baek Seo-gun, the Sword Ghost of Yeongcheon.”

He spoke as a magician wearing a black robe.

Mo Yong Mingjun, who had been following along silently as if lost in thought, immediately raised his head.

“Yeongcheon Sword Ghost? Is this the man I know?”

He shows his anxiety by dressing up like a nobleman more than anyone else in the room.

Unlike her bright pink uniform, her expression was shadowed.

“There are many rumors that he uses the spirit of the sword. It is said that the sword of the sword ghost Sim Mu-ryeon swims in the sky. Recently, at the 60th birthday party of the King of Henan Province, he was able to handle the arrows of 100 archers with just one sword. After seeing this, the King gave him the nickname of Sword Ghost. He said that it was beyond human reach.”

Mo Yong-myeong-jun said, looking at Jeong Yeon-sin.

Unlike Ak Ye-rim, she was a character who did not avoid the boy while being polite, and gave the impression that she had hidden her true feelings behind her polite attitude.

Jeongyeonshin did not answer.

“I’ve heard it too. No swordsman in the Shaolin clan has been able to take down the Sword Demon’s secret sword. Since the headquarters of the Simmuryeon is in Hanam, the masters of the neighboring Hwasan or Jongnam factions would know better. The techniques of mediocre small and medium-sized factions are not trustworthy… … .”

Gongsun Min trails off.

Except for Hwasan and Jeomchang, no other old faction attended the Murim Alliance. Their advice was lacking.

The mission was to defeat the thirteen thousand elders who commanded the martial arts army. No matter how much I thought about it, my strength was insufficient.

How many breakwaters make up the Menghui? Gongsun Min wondered.

It seems that the leaders of the Bonmyeong faction conspired to kill Ma Gwang-ik-ju.

“know.”

The boy spoke in a calm voice.

Tae-Yeon-Ryong smiled faintly. He seemed satisfied with Jeong Yeon-Shin’s short answer.

“Ah. It’s not a time to worry about a secret sword. Even if it’s a real sword. You’re a gentleman. If you’re a swordsman whose name is known all over the Central Plains, you’re bound to be more fearsome when you’re holding the sword yourself. The power of your swordsmanship will be at its strongest when your sword wave and palm are in direct contact. Unless you have a special knack for it.”

“If it’s a secret sword that operates with a specific spell, then it can’t be called the legendary Igi Sword. Let’s leave the Youngcheon Sword Ghost to the Great Lord.”

Heonwonchang nodded and spoke.

At that time, a question arose in the minds of the martial artists of the Murim Alliance.

Jegal Hyun, Gongsun Min, Murong Mingjun, and even Xiao Jianhou Huiyueyu briefly looked at the young Great Lord of Ihwangseong.

Ak Ye-rim stared blankly at the number. It was as if she wanted to take in every single flaw or good point without missing anything.

Each of them has a different inner self.

However, there was one common interest. It was just one thing. How strong would the new Ma Gwang-ik be?

They are the masters who will lead the future alliance.

A status that forced him to compete with the young lord of Ip Hwang Seong for the rest of his life. Exploration was not just Jeong Yeon Shin’s job.

The young warriors representing the Baekdo faction had to watch every move of Magwangikju.

What is the character like?

In what situations will the martial arts you have be at their most powerful?

On the other hand, are there any obvious weaknesses?

‘Your gaze is like an awl.’

Jeong Yeon-shin also realized that it wouldn’t feel real just by playing a fan game with Jegal Hyeon.

He recalled his original mission. It was the story of Aksurim. He was to pour cold water on the rising momentum of the Murim Alliance with the formation of the Alliance.

The boy did not forget his mission.

“Come out.”

He spoke suddenly. The signs of Sima Weidao’s internal energy were clearly visible in the aura of the Neungbeop Gwangryungi.

The group of Simmu-ryeon who swept through the village did not leave behind even a single grain of rice. Instead, they stationed troops there. There were only a few of them.

Beyond the three walls, under the bushes, behind the roofs of houses that have not collapsed, there are many places to stay.

There was even someone who bravely stood on the top of the watchtower with one foot and looked down.

Jeongyeonshin raised her head. Her eyes met with those of the man on the watchtower.

It was a man wearing a yellow ginseng and standing with his legs and back straight. He just smiled.

He seemed to possess quite a high level of martial arts skills. Just by his motionless appearance, one could guess his level of skill.

Could they be the ones tasked with blocking tracking?

The boy said no more. He just slightly extended his left hand downwards.

It was towards the sword hanging from the waist of Murong Myeongjun, who was on the other side.

Different points were applied to the two acupoints in the center of the palm.

Absorption and divergence. The principles of sucking in and exhaling intersected in an instant.

suddenly.

Mo Yong Mingjun’s sword was pulled out on its own.

The eyes of Gongsun Min, Murong Mingjun, and even the martial artists including Shim Mu-ryeon of the watchtower widened.

The sound of the sword’s name ringing softly brought a silent shock.

The high-level player’s release occurred immediately.

Young Ma Gwang-ik-ju shook his sleeve once. For a moment, a light flashed on his sword.

The hem of the pitch-black robe rose greatly, and a single sword rose sharply, transforming into a creepy beam of light.

A pure white sword light stretched out into the sky.

Phew!

The man standing on the watchtower bent his back. His body was forcibly thrown up. It was accompanied by a sword piercing his abdomen.