Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 174

Sword of Autumn (2)

Yeongcheon Sword Ghost Baek Seo-gun is from Xinya County, Hanam Province.

He worked as a servant of a noble family called Jeong Ga-jang.

The treatment wasn’t bad.

Because she lost her parents at an early age, the head of the household and the wife felt sorry for her.

Baek Seo-gun was to serve the eldest son of the Jeong family. He was a boy born ten years later than her.

Her little master was more often called by his nickname, Ban-ak, than by his name, Jeong Dae-myeong.

He was a handsome nobleman since childhood. He also had big hands. He was not stingy with his spending.

Prince of Hwahwa, Jeong Dae-myeong. Or Jeong Ban-ak.

The young master had many relationships with women. Baek Seo-gun played a part in this.

I delivered Jeong Dae-myeong’s letter to the lady in the village across the street and received a reply.

The price was always generous. Baek Seo-gun received a very generous allowance. They were all benefactors.

Although Baek Seo-gun’s beauty was exceptionally beautiful, Jeong Dae-myeong did not see her as a woman.

I thought of her as a young nanny. As a Baekseo-gun, that was enough for me.

There were also occasional rejections that made the little prince feel uncomfortable. Even on such days, he was given pocket money.

Prince Jeong Dae-myeong had been a person with strange superstitions since childhood. It was something close to stubbornness.

One of the beliefs he had as the successor to a large landowner was that if he hired people without compensation, he would be visited by bad luck.

Among the servants, there were few who disliked the young prince.

There wasn’t much to worry about when it came to Yeonseo. It was because of his appearance that he could even be described as worldly.

The prince’s facial features and features were unrealistically outstanding.

He once joked that he would try to seduce a woman from Ip Hwang Seong, but none of his friends or servants laughed it off as a lie.

Even though he was only just over thirteen, he had both the family background and the looks.

I wasn’t that jealous.

At that time, Baek Seo-gun was learning martial arts without anyone knowing.

It was the tenth year of his practice. Jeong Ga-jang was a third-rate martial artist. No trace of divine power was found.

I spent my time obtaining the secret of the world. It was a chance that would be hard to come by again in my lifetime.

It is a cave discovered after misstepping and falling into a valley formed by a fight between strange beings at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

A book was placed in front of the corpse of the famous person sitting cross-legged.

Neither the corpse nor the supplies were in a state of decay. It was a strange area.

The moment his eyes met with those of the famous clan, spirituality was engraved on Baek Seo-gun’s danjeon.

It felt like a handful of sun. A mysterious feeling filled my lower abdomen.

‘I am a being that must run the world.’

I was faced with a mystery. I had no choice but to take it as a destiny.

Her life was not meant to end in Shinya-hyeon. Her life was unfolding towards the world of martial arts.

-Let’s train our strength here and then throw ourselves into the great wave.

I made that promise. After I had such a big ambition, my personality became more active.

He also got along well with the young prince Jeong Dae-myeong. The ten-year-old prince was even able to teach the young prince how to play baduk.

That’s when I realized the ten most important things.

“Aren’t the journalist’s struggle and the inevitable exploration incompatible? While you’re telling me to throw away the stone and take the first move, you’re also telling me not to be greedy?”

“That’s foolish. Why is that wrong? It’s telling you to take it easy and take it easy. It’s telling you not to get impatient even if you throw away a few stones.”

It was a good teaching. I thought that if the little prince had children, he would raise them very well.

Even though Baek Seo-gun secretly practiced his qigong, he did not neglect the little prince.

It was the same until the day when the clouds obscured the moon and I left the market secretly.

“Thank you for raising me.”

He took the lottery against the huge field. It was the moment when the Eight Illusionary Divine Skills reached the four castles.

He was born with extraordinary qualities that were more extraordinary than anyone else. Shin Ya-hyeon believed that there was no one who could match him.

She was right.

It was a martial art that was known throughout the world.

There was no ronin who could take a blow. It was like that from the time he was clumsy in actual combat.

By the time he faced the masters of Simmuryeon, he had reached the realm of Palhwanshinkong Yukseong.

Any sect tried to serve him through service or dharma protection.

I resisted all advice and entered the gates of Simmu-ryeon. It was a sect of Sima Weidao that enjoyed the support of the king.

As expected from a breakwater with conditions that were difficult to overcome, the wealth and power it possessed were enormous.

I enjoyed it for a long time.

He was like the other elders of the thirteen heavens. Baek Seo-gun gradually transformed into a monster of the martial arts world.

Wealth and fame made him like that. Before he knew it, he had become a master with decades of training.

He has established himself as a figure who is well aware of the circumstances of the highest levels of martial arts.

One day.

I heard a rumor that a new master emerged from Iphwangseong. It was along with the death of Geom Yehwa.

It was only then that I learned of the destruction of the Jeong family. I felt a little bit of sorrow, but at the same time, I thought it was strange.

‘The Sword Master saved Seomye? Because he was impressed by her spirit and talent? He is not the type of person to do that. He clearly has his sights set on something. The collapse of Iphwangseong is his lifelong wish.’

I wanted to see Jeong Dae-myeong’s son at least once. It wasn’t a big deal.

In some areas of Hanam, he is called Geomjon instead of Geomgwi.

The life of Baek Seo-gun, who was nicknamed Yeongcheon Swordsman, was already far removed from that of a third-rate Jeong Ga-jang.

“That’s what I thought, it’s Magwangikju.”

My heart was moved when I saw the door that was attached to the entire Central Plains.

The name of Seomye Jeongyeonshin was engraved on the list of masters invited to the Murim Alliance Opening Ceremony.

To relieve his boredom, he asked Lian Zhu to go on a trip to Shaanxi.

It was readily accepted. A famine was not an ordinary event even for the Daebangpa, who enjoyed the support of the feudal lords.

In order to easily maintain the army of martial arts, it was right to obtain supplies from outside.

It meant that the plunder that took place on Chinese soil originated from the island of Seomye.

‘I wonder how much our little prince knows about the Sword Master.’

Baekseo-gun looked out over the valley and smiled.

It was a face with a deep smile as deep as his inner strength. His half-white hair resembled a lion’s mane.

The look of her hair falling lushly down to her shoulders suited her very well.

The traces of a famous family are deeply embedded in the Palhwanshin Gong, and after the age of thirty, time stopped on his face as if he had been trained in the Ju An Gong.

The same goes for the muscles in the entire body that use the illusionary sword.

It means that every day is the prime of life.

Ugh.

I stood on the rugged rocky mountain of Chiljunghyeop. The wind blowing through the gaps between my hands was loud.

The rocky peaks stretching out in all directions filled the view as if piercing the eye.

I was playing a game of baduk with my first disciple at Seobong-ro, and then I suddenly wanted to see the scenery of the valley, so I walked here.

I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because the coincidence I got from Shinyahyun suddenly came to mind.

At this age, it is said that the upper body communicates with heaven.

There is also a saying that destiny is a matter of chance. Baek Seo-gun took his steps without thinking much, not knowing what fate might have led him to.

A master like her was free to roam anywhere in the Nine Heavens.

Those who are obsessed with the imperial family and have turned black are crazy. What a joke. Isn’t that a ridiculous virtue in a famine year.

“I’m also quite curious about Muwido. I don’t think he’s learned the third-rate martial arts of Jeong Gajang.”

She is a monster of the rivers and lakes. It is not awkward for her to talk alone.

It was a life where no one dared say anything even if I blurted out the thoughts that came to mind. I walked along humming to myself.

Then, Baek Seo-gun’s eyes caught sight of a group of people. They were the men who were surrounded by their subordinates at the end of Chiljunghyeop.

A powerful ray of sunshine and refined murderous intent were felt. The eyes of the Sword Demon and Sword Lord could not help but be filled with emotion.

Immediately, the voices of strangers were heard.

“These guys think Hanjung is their living room? I didn’t know they would get caught like this.”

The one with the strongest yang energy spoke. He was handling seven warriors alone.

He comes out with his hands wrapped in a blazing, invisible heat, but no one can even properly receive the work.

It seemed that Hwangbo Se, who was well known for his incredible talents and short life, was Taeyeonryong.

It was as reported by the intelligence that he was moving together with the island’s beautiful goddess, Jeongyeon Shin.

There was also a guy who threw out strange swordsmanship moves as if he had learned the swordsmanship of King Jeongjong.

In contrast to his lively face, his eyes were sunken under the heroic curve of his forehead. He looked quite reserved.

It seemed like there was a story that could spark interest in the free Baekseo Army’s martial arts.

‘Now I see that the treasure chests have come walking on their own two feet.’

The sight of a girl running through the canyon with a ray of light-like stabbing power also caught attention.

Because my sword skills are so outstanding that I have honed them to the limit, my hair that sways like ebony does not seem like a flaw to me.

She was as beautiful as Baek Seo-gun himself.

“How interesting. Even the sword of the sun-shooting sword.”

Baek Seo-gun muttered with a smile. The other two guys weren’t bad either. Gongsun Se-ga and Murong Se-ga looked like they had no pulse.

Paralock!

The gray robe she was wearing made a loud noise. After taking one step, the next step touched the spot three steps ahead.

The common people who are ignorant of the world would mistake this for a magic trick. She, carrying a load on her back, moved forward as if she was leaping through space.

At the same time, he pulled out his sword and threw it.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

It was a sound like the air was being torn apart. Above the heads of the Baekdo Late Index. A dazzling sword trail was carved into the air.

It flashed with white light. The saying that Yeongcheon floats in the sky is correct. It was the skill of one who earned the title of Geomgwi as an elder of Simmu-ryeon.

Baek Seo-gun put his index and middle fingers together. It was the widely known sword technique.

The moment the two fingers extended like a dagger, an aerodynamic wave occurred from the hilt of the sword in the sky.

The fearsome presence seemed to crush even the wind.

“Oh, my lord!”

“Sword Master? Yeongcheon Sword Ghost… …!”

A mixture of joy and horror.

The move of Yeongcheon Sword Ghost Baek Seo-gun came down without a second thought.

The light waves that extend from the sword in the air shatter and disintegrate all the characters in the field.

A strong wind blew stronger than the wind in the valley. The sword could not even reach it. It was a difficult to understand with common sense.

Super expert.

A being that looks down on many masters in the realm of ascension.

It was a realm where one could discuss the world through martial arts. It was possible to carry out one’s will against the black color of the Ip Hwang Seong.

A martial artist free from the oppression of the Imperial Sect. She looked upon the later ranks as the secret sword of the Thirteen Heavenly Kings.

Gongsun Min and Murong Mingjun flinched at the gaze that was staring blankly.

The corners of Baek Seo-gun’s mouth went up. It was a somewhat bored smile.

“Follow me. I won’t kill you as long as you entertain me. Eat and drink and show off your ignorance. When you no longer have any fun, I’ll cut off your heads.”

“Do you think the world is in my hands? If you don’t follow me, you’ll attack us along with these soldiers?”

Tae-Yeom-Ryong replied. He looked at Baek-Seo-Gun with a strange gaze. She was familiar with that kind of gaze.

It was a look of insight that only the most ancient writers could possess.

Bypassing the process of understanding the martial arts through intuition, he easily acquires power that transcends the limitations of his age.

Baek Seo-gun himself was like that, and so was the young leader of Myeonggyo who visited the main sect of Simmu-ryeon about three years ago.

‘I don’t understand. How can someone of the Jeong family’s bloodline lead a child like that? If even a little bit of Jeong Dae-myeong’s blood is mixed in, it would be difficult for that to happen.’

She turned around without hesitation and thought.

widely.

The sword that had been floating in the air returned on its own and was put into Baek Seo-gun’s scabbard. The boy of Gongsun Se-ga took a deep breath.

The complexions of the other party members were also not good. They were caught without being able to move.

If Yeongcheon Sword Ghost had not been a person with a strange personality, it would not have been strange if their heads had been blown off at this spot.

“I should have reduced it sooner. If only your men hadn’t been there, I could have tried to escape.”

Only Taeyeonryong was calm. Perhaps it was because he had accepted his short life. He pretended to have a bitter expression on his face, but he looked relaxed.

“I’m going to get a scolding from the young master again. He’s calling me incompetent.”

“When you say young lord, do you mean Seomye?”

Baek Seo-gun asked without looking back.

The encirclement moved with her steps. Taeyeonryong and his party also had to follow Baekseogun’s footsteps.

“Yes. Just in case, don’t talk nonsense.”

“Nonsense?”

“If you plan on using us as hostages to do something to the Lord, you should kill them all and then commit suicide. After all, I was the grandson of the first noble clan in Shandong. I have pride.”

Tae-Yeom-Ryong spoke softly. Heon-Won-Chang, who was nearby, muttered that it was a rebellion.

Baek Seo-gun laughed as if it was funny, but he didn’t touch anyone for two days.

As a master of the Sima Wei faction, he enjoyed many things and focused on filling his mind, which had become free of everything.

As if I were leaving Jeonggajang to find a new world.

They were locked up in the largest barracks among the forts built in Chiljunghyeop.

He took them out one by one whenever he felt like it. He made the martial arts of the great sect that had been released from the hands of the young men into a plaything.

He pressured us like we were animals in cages. When he received a small wound from Taeyeonryong’s fire, he laughed instead.

“No matter how I look at it, I can’t believe it. How could a blood relative like Jeong Ga-jang take you in?”

“You’ll know as soon as you see it.”

It was when Taeyeonryong was responding in a listless manner.

Kwaaaaang―!

With a loud noise.

An overwhelming wave of energy rose from beyond the peak. It was strangely auspicious. For a moment, Baek Seo-gun’s eyes caught a glimpse of something else.

It is a qigong that reveals the divine nature. Old memories are brought out.

The spirituality bestowed by the famous cave master who left behind the Palhwanshinkong was also like that.

“Oh, I really want to hear something.”

“Is that the Magic Wand?”

She asked Taeyeonryong, who was grinning and muttering.

“You wouldn’t know unless you tried it?”

“Let’s go.”

A great migration took place. The martial arts forces of Simmu-ryeon, who had been building a stronghold, moved.

Here, Baekseo-gun, known as Geomjeon, disappeared first, and Taeyeonryong, Heonwonchang, and the Maenghoe warriors followed her.

Thanks to Baekseogun’s eccentricity, he was able to move freely from the beginning. No one could stop him.

It was a short distance. Taeyeonryong followed Baekseogun and reached the epicenter of the loud noise.

A young Daeju was seen confronting her, wearing a gorgeous crimson uniform.

How long has it been since I ran? My hair, completely turned upside down, reveals my straight forehead.

The black hair of the new commander, Ma Gwang-ik, which reached down to his shoulders, matched very well with his jet-black robe.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had been staring blankly at Baek Seo-gun, moved her gaze. Her eyes met with Tae-yeon-ryong’s over her shoulder.

“Incompetent guy.”

The boy spoke at once. Tae-Yeon-Ryong sighed.

“I have nothing to say.”

“That’s right.”

Then Sogeom-hu arrived. His steps, which seemed to be flying, stopped when he saw Jeongyeon-shin.

She licked her lips as the soldiers of the Shim Mu-ryeon surrounded her.

“If I feel like I’m a hindrance, I’ll kill myself.”

Sogeom-hu Hae-ok was also no ordinary person. As a promising swordsman of the Jeomchang faction, he values honor more than life.

This is the appearance of a Baekdo Jeongpa Ganghoin praised by the rich. He was a warrior who fit the spirit of the times.

“I know the shame too. It’s nice to see the life and death of the great lord and the old monster.”

He was discussing face with a fierce expression. Jeong Yeon-shin nodded slowly.

“I will take revenge.”

“Is this the first time you’ve said such warm words? I’m quite happy.”

Sogeom-hu smiled brightly.

That was when.

“You haven’t forged the Jeongjong Singeom (Divine Sword) have you? It seems like you’ve reached a level that can’t be reached with simple swordsmanship.”

Baek Seo-gun suddenly asked. He stared at Jeong Yeon-shin for a long time with a strange expression on his face.

“Jeong Jong-shin sword?”

The boy’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. It had been a long time since he had heard that name. The swordsmanship of Jeong Ga-jang.

He said that his grandfather had learned the sword from the Jongnam faction and that he had re-learned it as a lay disciple. It was a third-rate sword technique with a fancy name.

“Do you know Jeong Ga-jang?”

“Your manners are annoying. You arrogant bastard. I need to check your qualifications.”

Baekseo-gun raised his sword and moved his hand. His index and middle fingers came together and brushed the sword wave on his waist.

At the same time, the sword rose up on its own, emitting a pure white light. It was a skill that many martial artists assumed was the Igi Sword.

By that time, Jeong Yeon-shin had already raised the Bukmyeong sword above her head.

Swish.

The black sleeves flowed down his shoulders. His right arm was exposed. It had well-toned muscles from the back of his hand to his biceps.

The sword vibrated. It was a sound that seemed to be crying on its own. The sword was held high in a straight line and the divine sword was united.

Top tax.

It was a calm prayer, which is why it was rather eerie.

‘what?’

It was the moment when Taeyeonryong’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of a rider he had never seen before.

Wow!

The sword held by the young Magwangikju emitted invisible waves.

It was incredibly dense. Even though it was invisible, it felt like a translucent wind was swirling around the room.

Baekseogun’s sword, which was advancing toward the empty space, stopped. The master’s skills had stopped for a moment.

Anyone could see that it wasn’t intentional. The pressure on those around him was enormous.

I felt like I would kneel before I could even get a single move from someone who was not good at studying.

At that moment, without warning.

Phew!

The boy and the new form of Baekseo-kun crossed paths. In an instant, their positions were reversed.

Damn it.

Magwangikju, who had achieved extreme speed with the full-body technique, lowered his sword. The pure white sword light belatedly flashed.

A long trajectory was drawn behind him. Baek Seo-gun, standing on one side, was also holding a sword.

It was a sudden exchange of moves between the best players. The Simmu-ryeon warriors who dared not interfere were silent.

It doesn’t look like anyone was fatally injured. There was just a change in Baek Seo-gun’s appearance.

The half-white hair, like a symbol, flows down. The bottom of the hair, which had been long like a lion’s mane, spread out like feathers.

Riding the ceaseless strong wind of the valley, I blended in with the glow of the setting sun.

Young Ma Gwang-ik-ju turns around, lowering his sword.

Glancing at the fluttering hair, I tilted my head slightly to the side and slowly pulled my lips away.

“Short hair suits you.”

The boy said.