Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 198

Geomryeoseomneungsik (6)

No one reacts even after hearing Heonwonchang’s verbal abuse.

The actions of Magwangikju Seomye brought shame to the Baekdo martial arts community. Even if they clumsily responded to the provocation, they would only end up with a sense of shame.

Everyone knows. It was full of people who just looked away or stared blankly.

‘joy.’

Iphwangdaehyeop raised his chin with a pretense of pride.

These are words of comfort thrown out while defeating the masters of the blind. This person knows the mind of the great lord.

The expression ‘funeral march’ is correct. It was a poem written to sound like that. However, the context was strange.

If someone who knows the constitution of the island hears it, they will approach it differently.

Heonwonchang thought that only he and Jeongyeonsin could read between the lines in this place.

No it wasn’t.

“That young man’s words are meaningful. The master of our family wanted to find peace for his enemy. He exercised chivalry.”

It was in the midst of this that the short and poisonous general Dang Yun-hwang appeared.

First, the small giant of the Iron Tribe mixed race had a surge of energy. It was extremely powerful.

I came to repay the favor. It was the seed that Jeong Yeon-shin’s Kang Ho-haeng planted. It was a very strong ally.

Since they were not pushed back in terms of force or legitimacy, they would now take care of the affairs of the alliance among themselves.

“From now on, the Tang family will prioritize the safety of the King of Hwajungam above all else. The Zhuge family leader should not act rashly and should wait for the Menghui’s decision.”

A sparkle appeared in Heonwonchang’s eyes as he listened happily.

Suddenly.

I saw the eyes of the girl standing next to Daeju widen slightly. Her clear eyes were jumping around here and there.

Suddenly, looking back, I realized that it was right after I had blurted out that amazing poem.

The courage to reveal my father’s corruption in front of the crowd disappeared.

He glances at Jeongyeonshin’s profile and blankly moves his lips.

He seemed greatly surprised by something, and even more so, seemed impressed.

Heonwonchang’s mind started spinning as he took in the sight.

‘I saw the scars in such detail that they ruined our great lord’s martial arts. If they are to be called the eyes of the Zhuge family, then his eye technique must be truly amazing. He can see anything in the scars. But now, he makes such an expression after listening to my music… … ?’

What the heck, no way… … ?

The moment Heonwonchang opened his eyes wide, his and Jegal Cheong-ah’s eyes met. The girl’s face instantly became expressionless.

It quickly regained its original complexion. Heonwonchang thought. Sega is Sega.

‘How sinister.’

As a member of the Iphwang Shinhyeop, I was pondering over the matter. Could I make the golden jade leaf of the Jegal family a target of murder and destruction?

at that time.

Jegal Qing’er, who resembled his father and had an extraordinary sense of humor, shook his head slightly.

The sunlight on her hair ripples as she nods, the meaning of which is hard to guess. Is she trying to pretend not to know?

‘How can you believe that?’

Heonwonchang furrowed his brows. It was due to his deep distrust of the Gangho Daebangpa.

Meanwhile, the situation in the room was rapidly changing. The incident began to be sorted out, centering around Jeong Yeon-shin, who was holding up the body of the blue giraffe.

Beyond the blind, it was something that would slowly bring about great ripples throughout the vast world.

“I must request a meeting of the leaders! The agenda is for the Zhuge Liang to reflect on themselves!”

“Your Majesty, please hand over your troops. This alliance will not harm the envoy.”

The power of the powerful families and Sega is revealed at moments like these. The connections of the heads of prestigious families with long histories are many and long.

There were those who tried to moderately resolve the incident. They pretended to be indignant, but they talked about self-reflection and going into hiding.

The intention was obvious. It was to protect the position of the Zhuge family.

The status of a peerless master who still stands on the roof like a crane and silently looks down on the crowd.

The reincarnation of the dragon, Jegal Gaju, was clever.

At this moment, he knows that nothing good will come of opening his mouth. He hopes that the seeds he has sown and his confidants will do their jobs.

‘Self-reflection, huh?’

This is not possible. Heonwonchang nodded to Taeyeonryong. The oldest disciple of Ma Gwangik smiled and put his hand into his pocket.

“Look here.”

A letter was dragged out. It was a document obtained from a dead corrupt official.

It was evidence that Zhuge Liang had gained the favor of the local people in return for turning a blind eye to Sim Mu-ryeon’s forces.

Taeyeonryong held the letter in his hand and raised a delicate, invisible blade.

Swish.

The seal is broken. The writing is released in front of everyone.

Since all the people in the room had mastered martial arts, it was easy to scan the small letters from a distance.

Even the font that makes it look like a dragon is moving and the Zhuge Liang seal stamped at the bottom of the document.

“… … !”

widely.

At that moment, Zhuge Liang folded his fan.

The small gesture caused an afterimage.

The storm of career that stretched out from the fan ribs even tried to tear off Taeyeonryong’s hand, but it was shattered by Aksurim’s long spear.

The faces of those who had been talking about Zhuge Liang’s ‘self-reflection’ are distorted horribly.

“Where on earth are you trying to belittle Ma Gwang-ik’s achievements? Just stay still.”

Her hair, which had been tousled by the waves, swung briskly. Ha Hou Wei Jin, standing next to her, smiled, revealing his teeth.

He kept clenching his fists as if he was trying to suppress his ferocious temper, as if telling me to do more.

The figures supporting the young lord unfold the realm of Iphwangseong in the middle of the meeting.

It was a dragon’s descent.

Seomye, who was carrying the body of her enemy, was equipped with authority and power. She was assisted by her subordinates and guarded by her seniors.

Magwangikju Jeongyeonshin can now finally let go of Cheonggirin.

“It’s the General’s handwriting. The skill shown in the seal is also… … .”

“Didn’t you flatter the branch manager without even keeping your dignity?”

“Behavior worse than that of a traitor… … .”

The federation had the advantage of being easy to pass responsibility along, as well as the disadvantage of being slow to make decisions.

The Minghui clan members who had not been kind to the Jegal family came forward. It was a confederation of Baekdo Bangpa, but it was a place where people lived.

Political strife existed. It was just that it was difficult to stretch one’s legs because it was oppressed by the power of the Zhuge family.

It was a place where the events caused by Magwangikju were intertwined to reshape the landscape.

after-

The Zhuge family leader, who was truly imitating Zhuge Wuhou, closed his eyes as he sighed. He was the third family leader of the Baekdo Jeongpa.

He was different from other Sima Oedo leaders. He maintained his dignity even when he was in a state of ruin, and he seemed to sink into the swamp with an indifferent expression.

But no one showed sympathy. No one dared.

On the border between silence and noise.

The affairs of the Menghui were out of the hands of outsiders. After the Tang family paid homage to the young master of the family, they began to organize the affairs of the household.

Jeong Yeon-shin stood silently, feeling Namgung Se-jin’s coolness.

A few maple leaves blown in at the end of autumn fall and hit the two people’s faces.

It was red and transparent. The sunlight broke faintly over the leaves that resembled a child’s palm.

The young man who died unable to resist the hierarchy of the Fengjin Gangho has now found peace in the arms of his enemy who has also influenced the group of Daebangpas.

* * *

Geomseong Hyeonso Baek was from Taekju, Shanxi Province, and was born into a family with no connections to the martial arts world.

There were no major martial arts schools in Shanxi.

It was only recently that it became a land for those seeking to get rich quick, thanks to the tomb of an unknown horse discovered over a decade ago.

In addition, around that time, Hyun So-baek was roaming the Hanam River.

He was like the heroes of many tales.

At the age of twelve, I suddenly wanted to command the world.

I left home with only a sword. Luckily, I was able to join the team of a ronin named Yeongchun Geomgak (永春劍客).

He became a swordsman who sharpened and held swords. He was called Geomdong (劍童).

Hyun So-baek had a good nature since childhood. Even his master and colleagues, who had rough personalities, soon opened their hearts to him.

I learned fortune telling and practical swordsmanship from the ronin who always had to worry about tomorrow’s lifeline.

A fearsome quality was revealed.

It is a compilation of the Samjae Simbeop (Three Causes of Heart) widely distributed in the Ming Dynasty and the Ohang Simbeop (Five Elements of Heart) of the Yeongchun Geomgaek (Warrior Swordsman).

He sublimated the secret art of the famous clan, which made the world a great business by exerting his strength on his body and the land, and the mental techniques of the clumsy ronin into the Samra Mujin Simgong (森羅無嗔心功).

The talent of a person who can form a family on his own.

-Don’t live a life of emptiness. Cut in the direction you want.

As time passed, it was the will of the swordsman Yeongchun left behind among the corpses of his comrades.

The sorrows of a ronin are contained in his rough words and actions. These were the words that pushed Geomdong, who had become a young man, into the realm of the masters.

Martial arts is the power that turns people into beasts.

Even though there were government troops and a strong army, Sima Weidao’s lack of talent grew like insects.

A world where you can eat your fill with just one sword and escape death with just one nerve. That was because the earth was infinitely vast.

Hyun So-baek fought countless fierce battles and helped the common people.

He fought against a group of insignificant Sapa and became the enemy of the Thirteen Thousand. At that time, Hyun So-baek was refining his Ronin sword into his own sword technique.

His swordsmanship became more refined as time passed. He had developed into a new swordsmanship that was hard to rival.

It was thanks to his sword skills, commonly referred to as sword talent. His talents were more focused on swordsmanship than on the mind.

Tongcheonmura swordsmanship.

It was the emergence of the Black Sword.

Achievements were made along the way. After a fierce battle, Sim Mu-ryeon-ju’s head was cut off.

His experience and reputation had piled up to an incredible level. He was not lacking in being elected as the leader of the Martial Arts Federation.

I accepted it even though I knew I was set as a puppet.

I saw the world in turmoil while wandering the continent with the ronin. I thought that the sect should be made into a sect.

And now.

“I feel sorry for you a lot. I feel quite ashamed as well.”

Hyun So-baek achieved a great feat.

He completely expelled the Jegal family and stood face to face with Ma Guang-ik. The powerful family that held the debt had to leave the faction because they were part of the political faction.

He was with Jeong In-in, the first of the Eun-ga clans. Murong Gaju was unable to handle the leader who had joined forces with the direct descendants of Zhuge Liang, so he went into hiding.

Above all things, there was the great emperor of the city right before our eyes.

“Thank you, sir. If Your Majesty had sided with Zhuge Liang, the situation would have become chaotic.”

“No. The old man’s prestige has already been trampled by the world. I even went with Zhuge Liang to check on the martial arts of the new sword master. Since I am a close friend, I am already a hypocrite. Even after gaining this kind of alliance, I cannot be free from the position of having to keep Ip Hwang Seong in check. If I have to comfort and lead the anxious Baekdo sect… … Hmm, my tongue has definitely grown long.”

It was a conversation between a new expert and a veteran who had lost his way. It was calm and bitter.

A garden where autumn leaves are more splendid than flowers.

In the scenery that spread out from the reddish ground beneath his feet, Ma Gwang-ik-ju, wearing a black robe with only the left sleeveless, was holding his sword.

In the calm, settled prayer, sharp waves occasionally flashed. At those times, the red leaves on the balchi split apart on their own.

The wave of the full-body swordsman’s sword is very sharp. He was using his body as a swordsman.

Those present were amazed.

“Our island has changed again? This is a faster achievement than the previous grandpa. When we return, the old man’s mouth will be torn.”

“I don’t know about the achievements, but the ceremony is quite classy. I wonder if our clan is among the ancestors.”

It was a place where the great warrior Yi Hwang-shin and the mighty warrior Xiahou Wei-jin were sitting on a rock and watching.

Behind the sword, the representatives of the alliance stood in a circle.

The leaders of Danggaju, Hwasan Geomjeol and Yu Hyeon, Sogeomhu, Jegal Hyeon and Jegal Qing’er, Ak Ye-rim, Murong Mingjun, Gongsun Min, and Namgung Banggye.

Among them, the position of the commander of the internal military, Ye So-jo, was strangely different. Although he was from Menghui, he was closer to Jeong Yeon-sin than to Ip Hwang-seong.

He was standing with his hands behind his back, his ebony hair flowing down, and the spacing and direction were so exquisite that it was difficult for people to say anything.

“What do you think, Master? Will Magwangikju be able to learn?”

“As for my eye for swordsmanship, how can this body compare to the Hwasan Sect’s swordsmanship? I am only concerned about my safety.”

“I would like to hear the opinions of the two of you, my junior. I only practiced the Sail Sword, so my knowledge is not extensive… … I have never seen a swordsmanship like that. Are the rumors true? I heard that Lord Jeong created a martial arts school. Young Lady Changbong Ak also said the same thing before… … .”

Several of the direct descendants of Mu-maek attended as representatives of each faction.

That’s because the leaders are not present. They gathered to notarize the final order of the ceremony of the Gaepa War.

The opening ceremony is the most important event in the sect. The ceremony symbolizes the orthodoxy of the sect.

It was not something that could be completely ruined just because there was chaos once. It had to be resolved even if it was just a single sword.

Black and white.

The young-faced old swordsman was looking forward to today.

Even while trying to please those in power for the sake of a greater cause, the emergence of new talent was welcomed.

The moment I realized Jeong Yeon-shin’s qualities and nature, I sighed deeply. I hoped that the talent that would become the star of the people’s livelihood would not be lost in vain.

So much so that I think he would have taken me under his wing if I had come into contact with him first.

‘Your Majesty, I do not know your true intentions.’

Geomseong Hyeonso Baek did not have any disciples. This was because he had lost Yeongchun Geomgaek before his eyes.

It was a tough world. I was afraid that I would pass down the same sorrow to my disciples.

Today, I encountered the opposite situation, so I wondered about the mind of the master of the Imperial Household. What would a master think of a student who might die young?

“Come in.”

Hyun So-baek said. He quietly drew his sword and lowered it. It had been a long time since the sound of the sword being drawn could be heard due to the natural withdrawal.

A quiet elegance flowed from the sword made from hewn logs.

It was with a sense of anticipation that I suddenly realized.

Hyun So-baek tried to gauge when he had felt interest in the swordplay of others.

Perhaps it was because my memories had become dull and worn by the storms of time, but nothing came to mind.

It may be because he himself possesses the swordsmanship to become the leader of a political faction as a ronin.

Finding inspiration in the techniques of the sewer is even more difficult. The sword itself must have dramatic wit.

I only felt discomfort from the previous Simmu-ryeonju’s swordsmanship, so I can’t burden the new Magwangikju.

Even though his qualities were very different, it was still the same. It was fortunate that he didn’t have to add anything.

‘I had a wild idea.’

Hyun So-baek lowered his expectations. He decided to act as Kang-ho’s senior.

“Let’s fully hone your swordsmanship.”

The moment the audience consisting of the upper echelons of the martial arts world fell silent.

Damn it.

Seomyeo silently stepped forward. Was it Bukmyeong? She held the divine sword that the Tang family had forged above her head.

It was a sword drawing the upper third. The pure white blade stopped after touching the clouds.

for a moment.

A cool silence fell.

-Something is different.

Hyun So-baek had a feeling. A whitish current was coming out from the blade of Magwangikju’s sword.

The light wave that had become like smoke as it met the atmosphere covered the blade, and even went down to the sword wave, and even the hem of the pitch-black clothes along with the right hand shook slightly as if teasing it.

The wind enveloped my whole body. It was a bitter wind.

The nameless swordsmanship was on the verge of gaining a name.