Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 193

Geomryeoseomneungsik

Receive the Sword of the Black Sword.

It was a heavy task. Surviving in itself was an extraordinary feat.

You have to approach it with the mindset of enduring a disaster. That’s what Jeong Yeon-shin thought from the moment she set out on her mission.

‘This is the area I must step into.’

There are swordsmen who can cut providence with a single sword.

The new sword master, the leader of the shaman faction, the leader of the Cheon Geuk Mun (天剋門) of the thirteen heavenly disciples, and even the leader of the Paegeom Jongju who recently defeated the leader of the Cheongseong faction.

In the world, there are as many purple-level monsters with incredible strength as there are Daebangpas.

They have conquered generations. That is why they are peerless masters.

Their names transcend time and space. The magnates did not hesitate to compare them to the absolute masters of the past who left their nicknames in the history of martial arts.

The reputation of Geumseong Hyeonso Baek was the same.

In the private sector, he was accepted as the reincarnation of the swordsman Yeo Dong-bin. It would be difficult to even handle the swordsmanship that was used to treat Jeong Yeon-shin with respect.

He didn’t know how many defensive slings he would need for each day. It was the only stumbling block left for the boy in the meeting.

Immediately after the Catholic Church said that they would help there.

Two of the three guests flinched. The elder disciples of Jeomchang and Hwasan changed their behavior.

Is this a story that the Catholic Church did not inform us of in advance?

A transparent blue spread across the pond next to the table where four people were sitting. The vibrations from the footsteps drew concentric circles.

On the waves that were swaying, carrying a few maple leaves, the white and red sunlight quietly swayed.

As if revealing the feelings of those present.

“this.”

A woman of exceptional energy mutters.

He carried a black sword and wore a red silk robe. His jet-black hair almost touched the scabbard.

While his spirit was sharp and sharp, his drooping eyes next to his large eyes looked kind. He had the clear spirit of an old-school warrior.

After the sword is cut, the prison is canceled.

It was a place where I had no choice but to straighten my back with Hwasanjamryong Yuhyeon. Hwasangeomjeol, who had been renowned throughout the world for over a decade, was discussing swordsmanship.

Cheonju Jin-in once lamented that he could not name the Cheongyeom Il-sik. He joked that there were many people who would offer several sacks of rice for his name.

The argument is different.

Hwasan was one of the most prominent swordsmen in the Jeongjongmumaek along with the shaman. Hwasan Swordsman’s advice had value that was comparable to the relief of the chaotic world.

Even the best swordsmen of the same level ask for swordsmanship discussions. The many swordsmen of the martial arts world are eagerly waiting for even a single word.

Sogeom-hu slowly opened his lips. His eyes widened.

“Should I leave? I came here without knowing the true person’s intentions.”

“Don’t do that. When our practitioners travel to Yunnan, there is no case where they do not receive help from the Jeomchangpa. You are the eldest disciple and the direct successor of the Sa-il-geom method, so if you can help us, it will be a great reward for the Bindo. It is also advisable for the Dongryangjijae of the old sect to build a relationship with the Ma-gwang-ik-ju.”

The Catholic priest spoke in a flat tone.

The speech is in contrast to the content. The inspectors of the Hwasan faction were usually like this. They trained in the rugged mountains of Seorak and had a temperament like a rocky mountain.

The expression of constant indifference came across as the symbol of a swordsman. Yu-Hyeon was a special case.

Sogeom-hu smiled faintly.

“Thank you for your generous words. However, Lord Jeong and I are already close. We went together from Sacheon to Yangyang, and we even went together to subdue the Simmu-ryeon forces. Far from helping you, I only received a favor… … .”

The slightly blind smile was somehow humorous. Her gaze was soon turned to the boy.

Jeong Yeon-shin couldn’t think of anything to say in response.

It was an ambiguous context in which to say thank you, and it was difficult to respond in an awkward manner.

As I was just staring blankly at her, the bridge of Yu-Hyeon’s nose, sitting cross-legged next to me, wrinkled.

It seemed like he was holding back laughter in front of his private tutor.

The boy opened his mouth, ignoring his friend who was the same age as him.

“I wonder about the true man’s intentions. Even though my sword technique is not yet perfect, it is not enough for the true man to bestow grace on the martial artist of Ip-Hwang-Seong. Unlike the old school, isn’t his true nature not a path of practice?”

“Wen Xian Jin (元始安鎭).”

The Catholic monk recited the Taoist mantra.

“You have also formed a relationship with Yuhyeon. Didn’t you extend his lifeline twice? The life of the Hwasan Jangmunja who received the Jahashin Gong is not light. It is something that should be repaid throughout one’s life, but since Yuhyeon’s skills are lacking, Bindo is repaying it.”

If so, it is not debt.

The boy decided to relax.

With the help of the Seven Sado, he created the Neungbeop Gwangryungi and became sensitive to Eunwon. Gangho was a world of favor and resentment.

All fame and prestige comes from favor and is tied up with favor.

Even the masters of Sapa found it difficult to do well in the martial arts world if they repaid kindness with resentment. It was a moral principle embedded in the spirit of the times.

Now, as the leader of the Imperial Guard, I cannot accept help from just anyone.

Even if the opponent was the most upright and fair-minded Mu-maek of the Baekdo Jeongpa, it was the same.

Only by eliminating as much as possible things that could affect future actions can one wield the sword solely for the sake of the people’s livelihood.

The young Taoist priest of the same age raised his eyebrows. His playfulness was mixed with understanding, as if he knew your circumstances.

Jeongyeon Shin nodded slightly and opened her lips.

“I will listen.”

“I will teach you a training method that is too embarrassing to even call a teaching. It is literally just a small starting point.”

The saint smiled faintly and gestured to the air.

Swish!

A formless wave stretched out. Incredibly sharp aerodynamic waves flew past the tree branches.

A branch falls from the pine tree that was casting a peaceful shadow on the pond’s edge. It was a long, blunt trunk.

The gentleman grabbed her gently.

“Our elder brother is a very lenient person. He rarely scolds his disciples. That’s why he was so frequent.”

Yu-Hyeon flinched at his words. But no one paid attention.

Jeong Yeon-shin and Sogeom-hu’s eyes were focused on Cheon Ju-jin’s hands. The way his hands were sweeping away the tangled pine branches was strange.

Swish.

With a single light sweep, various forms of air waves flowed out. The waves striking the air crisscrossed in all directions.

It was like sunlight scattered colorlessly. There were more than one or two types of law sprouting in the hands of the Heavenly Master.

Yet the thick branches were trimmed evenly in a straight line.

The calluses on his fingertips create the shape of a dagger. This is the eccentricity of a master.

The Cheonju Jinin made a narrow wooden sword while sitting.

It took less than three breaths for the shells to fall between my fingers and pile up.

“From the first Plum Blossom Sword Technique of the original school, Plum Blossom Road Side, to the seventh style, Plum Blossom Frequent Disruption, it is a technique to quickly switch the use of the inner energy of the long-sighted one to the next style. It is a technique that links the energy of the gisu style.”

This means that the tree was trimmed with the residual sway created by stopping the sword technique.

Jeongyeonshin’s eyes lit up. I didn’t know there could be such an interesting way to practice martial arts.

The Hwasanpa has been famous for its swordsmanship since ancient times. A sect with such a long history is so unique. Even its training methods were unique.

A boyish look finally appeared on Ma Gwang-ik-ju’s face. Curiosity seemed to flow from his upturned eyes.

The saint laughed.

“Hold all your swordsmanship in your hand. No matter how many times you go through the swordsmanship, the skin should be peeled off neatly. Since the purpose of each swordsmanship will be different, you need to make countless changes in the use of your true energy to make a proper wooden sword. You’ve probably heard the story of the master who met his opponent with a broken tree branch while walking along the road. You can think of this as an extension of that anecdote. In order for the light wave to be properly applied, the blade needs to be sharpened.”

It is a training method to master the secret art of swordsmanship. Although it may not seem like much in words, it is clearly a secret of the school.

It would be of greater help to Jeong Yeon-shin, who had an unrefined sword technique, rather than someone who had perfected martial arts like the Plum Blossom Sword Technique of the Hwasanpa.

If there is a gap in the chain, the same thing that happened when Yullyeong Daeju destroyed the Gwanghwa Sword is bound to happen again.

Even though each herbivore was powerful, it was like that.

“Make a wooden sword… … .”

The boy repeated.

Cheon Ju-jin, who was staring blankly at his junior swordsman, asked.

“Would you like to give it a try?”

“yes.”

Jeongyeon Shin nodded coolly. The judgment came separately from the feeling of the upper body.

Since there is no high-level connection, there is no temperament that penetrates all the branches, and because of that, the sword technique that had no name is clearly completed in the blind assembly.

“It’s good that there are evergreens. Pine trees are sturdy, but when you look closely, they are very picky. They are the best for polishing.”

The Heavenly King cut off another club-like branch. Whenever he saw it, a sharp wave swept across the sky.

This time, Jeongyeonshin grabbed it above her head. A rough texture wrapped around her hand. It was very thick.

“Just sharpen a wooden sword. That’s it. The sword will be tied together in one style. That is the true art of swordsmanship. I believe it won’t take long for you to learn it.”

Jeong Yeon-shin listened to Cheon Ju-jin’s words and aroused his power.

A halo rotated in the heart, and the halo of dharma arising from the wheel of light flowed straight into the heart.

At the same time, the meridian energy contained in the palm of his hand swept away like the wind.

It was the first step of the nameless sword technique.

grasp!

The feeling of the bark being ground away was clearly conveyed, and at the moment when I was about to gather the remaining slashes and launch a second attack, the tree branch broke with a rustling sound.

A small cloud of dust rose and swept over Jeongyeonshin’s hand.

Yu-Hyeon, who was nearby, let out a gasp. It was accompanied by a soft cry. There are things you can’t do!

“Don’t laugh.”

The boy who had experienced an unfamiliar failure spoke as if he was going crazy. It was an attitude that came out naturally even though he had never made friends his own age.

Yu-Hyeon’s smile disappeared without a trace. So-Geom-Hoo, who was watching from the other side, let out a breath with a smile on his face.

“Isn’t it easy? Even for you, it would be like that. The more advanced the beginner, the harder the training becomes.”

“It would be difficult to even make a single blade.”

“Even if you don’t go as far as a double-edged sword, it’s quite a feat to make a wooden sword. It’s even more so if it’s your own sword. Okay, let’s aim for a single-edged sword first.”

“Thank you for teaching me.”

The boy’s fortune-telling is met with a clap of hands. Even though he is treating him poorly due to an old relationship, he is still a great man.

Regardless of age, he was treated as an equal to the leader of the plum blossom inspectors.

“It is a training method that is too embarrassing to even call a teaching. However, the benefits you will receive when you achieve it will be as great as the difficulties you have endured, so please continue to practice diligently as a small token of gratitude. The role of the Ip Hwang Seong is more important than ever. With your level of force, you could save thousands of people.”

The Catholic priest spoke in a serious tone.

This wasn’t just a story about Sima Wei. It was because the position of the Murim Alliance was clear.

While the old sect’s immortals were passive in their reactions to worldly affairs, the Menghui, whose main leaders were the Sega, dreamed of overthrowing Iphwangseong.

The world of martial arts was supposed to be a world of free masters.

The Murim Sega was a clan that was divided and united in such a land.

He gained fame by clashing with Sima Weidao. Whenever he had free time, he helped the common people and raised the moral standard.

In places where the eyes of the world do not reach, they gain advantage by force.

He walked above the clouds, shouting that official duties were inviolable, even though he frequently destroyed guest houses and government tombs.

Such a pure ecosystem was a world where many Sega could easily gain fame, power, and wealth.

However, after the Yuan Dynasty was driven out, the Ming Dynasty came into power, and the proliferation of local aristocrats who had grown powerful through military exploits was more taboo than ever.

The world of martial arts was held in silence by the icy blade of the Iphwangseong. The order of the people’s lives was the top priority.

The martial arts schools were suppressed. Naturally, discontent built up. The repercussions of the destruction of Hwangbo Sega and the Namgung direct lineage were also great.

So much so that the powerful families of the martial arts world will stop at nothing to take care of their own interests.

Such circumstances.

Jeong Yeon-shin realized it after seeing off the old guard of dignitaries. It was right after he had created a single-edged wooden sword on his second attempt.

“What’s with the neck… …!”

Before the pale face of the young Taoist priest could even fade from his mind, the young Ma Gwang-ik-ju brought Jegal Cheong-a inside the gate.

After the Gaepada War, he asked me to bow down and come visit him. It was a planned visit.

There is an uproar right now because of the fact that the first power of Unga has fallen to the hands of Ma Gwang-ik.

A handsome young man, Daeju, and a girl, tense with tension, stand facing each other at the edge of a pond.

Brown, rusty pine needles were scattering in the dry wind.

Under the sky that was unusually blue, Jeongyeonshin asked the question. She was holding a wooden sword.

“Tell me.”

Jegal Qing’er trembled at Ma Gwang-ik’s calm gaze.

Was it because he had seen the fight with Unhwaryeon? His small lips, which had always been closed indifferently, seemed a little dry.

The girl slowly opened her lips.

“If you listen to me, you have to break through the majority in a short period of time. The famous elite warriors… … .”

“Tell me.”

The boy suddenly felt a chill in his knee and furrowed his brows.

It used to hurt most of the time at night, but it was the same during the day, and the pain I got used to was starting to annoy me. Also, I guess I’ll have to change my liver and practice again.