Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 217

Flash (4)

Was there a set format for writing emergency reports?

I didn’t realize it. I didn’t even have enough time to organize the main body, so it seemed like I really needed to add a comment.

‘That’s right… … All the secrets in Cheongummugo were kind.’

Before I created the Dokmun martial arts, I learned the martial arts contained in the Cheon Geum Moo Go. Looking back, I can understand it.

It felt like my parents were personally teaching me the essentials.

The words in each book were so delicate that they almost made me feel warm.

It was like Jeong Ga-dong-gong, written after going through many trials and errors during childhood.

The same goes for the martial arts that have been donated so far. There was ample space. It was different from the destroyed documents that were a compilation of all kinds of martial arts.

‘I was careless this time. There’s no way only mid-level experts can learn it.’

Jeongyeon Shin slowly nodded her head.

Then he opened his lips. It was before the seniors with strange expressions could say anything.

“It was my junior’s fault. Please give it to me.”

He stretched out his hand. It was aimed at the Ba Baek Chong Lam that Xiahou Wei Jin was holding. There was no way he could take it away with a golden spoon.

The moment my fingertips touched the book, I picked it up very naturally.

The emergency was returned to its owner. No one could say anything.

Swish.

Jeong Yeon-shin put a letter and a secret book in her bosom. It was a copy of the one and only Bae Baek Chongram and a message from the Blood-Blooding Lord.

I knew it was a manuscript because of the unfamiliar feel. The cover was a little stiffer.

The Grand Master said he would only copy one copy, but he had already completed the copy. It was as if he had used his internal energy to create a gentle breeze and dried it delicately.

It was something that was only revealed to Jeong Yeon-shin among the masters under the Shingeomdan. It was said that the original was taken by Iphwangseongju.

‘Did you see any shortcomings?’

Jeongyeonshin thought.

After that, the two documents were completely hidden inside the black clothes.

“No, um… … ?”

Xiahou Weijin blinked.

It was a surprise. The strength in my grip loosened more easily than when I was fighting the golden tree of Aksurim.

It was because Ma Gwang-ik-ju didn’t use his martial arts skills. The junior simply took it as it was his duty. It would have been strange for him to resist.

“I’ll add a separate comment and return it to you. Can you send it to the Grand Master?”

“……yes.”

Xiahou Weijin’s reply was late.

The sharp gaze of Yunsoyu behind her pitch-black pupils stood out. I couldn’t blame Jeongyeonshin.

It was a silent reprimand to Cheonrimdaeju who had created the incident. Aksurim just laughed out loud.

“The big guy will be given a proper punishment, whether it’s disciplinary action or something. Seomye, you should take your time. To me, your condition seems more serious than the Pa Baek Chongram. You have come from a fairly large mission, so you deserve to rest.”

“Your kind words are too kind.”

Aksurim waved his hand at Jeongyeonshin’s greeting.

“Still, you should prepare well for the meeting of the Grand Master. It’s tomorrow at 酉時, so it’s in the evening, so eat a big meal and come back. The meeting of the Wonpyeong Ilgeomjang is no different from a meeting of the Grand Master. You just won’t draw your sword. This is your first time attending properly as a Grand Master, right?”

“What’s on the agenda for tomorrow?”

Jeongyeonshin asked quietly.

Aksurim rolled his eyes upward as if lost in thought for a moment, then opened his lips.

“Assigning missions, evaluating the promotion of your subordinates, and receiving reports on the current state of affairs in the martial arts world? It’ll be a fierce battle of nerves to get the missions you want and promote your subordinates. You’ll have to choose not only your personal missions but also the missions you give your subordinates. You need to pick the right people for the situation. If you send a slow-witted subordinate to an enemy who uses archery, you’ll be finished.”

“……yes.”

“Oh, I’ll tell you in advance. If you lower your voice at the Wonpyeongilgeomjang, it’ll be your fault. Don’t be polite to the black people sitting with you because they’re your seniors. You have to shout and be strong no matter what. For the sake of your subordinates.”

She continued with a smile.

“Because none of us would say anything. We all did it.”

Xiahou Weijin lowered his large upper body slightly and stepped in.

“The new swordsmanship was particularly bad. The former head of the Changcheon Great, who had returned to his hometown, sent a letter saying that he still ate three meals a day with bamboo. This was because the chewing muscles were torn apart by the blows from the spear. He could hardly move his jaw properly.”

“That old man deserved it? Have you forgotten what he said to me?”

Jeongyeonshin had no intention of watching the two seniors fight.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

He concluded his speech quickly.

And as I blurted it out, I thought to myself, there is no seniority or juniority within the Wonpyeongil Prosecutor’s Office.

It meant that one could conduct oneself normally, as one had done outside of one’s nature.

It was a very important story. I had no intention of giving up on the mission or the task. It was separate from my respect for the black seniors.

‘Just do as you usually do.’

Jeongyeon Shin smiled faintly. Aksurim’s smile darkened slightly as he glanced at his new junior.

“How did such a cute kid end up sitting on the throne? The dreary air must be clearing up. It’s so exciting.”

“See you tomorrow.”

I put my hands together and raised them. I had nothing else to say in response.

Woof.

The curtain that Xiahou Weijin had laid out was lifted. The scenery from the yellow earth to the stone wall and the bushes became clear in an instant.

It was an amazing display of internal energy that I could see over and over again.

“See you tomorrow! The current state of affairs in Gangho is extremely gloomy, so it won’t be a very pleasant place! Keep that in mind!”

“That long-sleeved shirt from the Magwangikju has its own charm, but… … it looks like it needs some soldering. Dress up nicely and come.”

Aksurim and Hahuwijin turned around.

Yullyeongdaeju Unsoyu moved her lips several times, but did not speak. Her gaze was directed at Jeongyeonshin’s chest.

It seemed like there was some business related to the Pa Baek Chongram.

Come to think of it, she was said to be a master of destruction. She might have had some special business to attend to.

‘I guess I just need to submit the annotated version quickly.’

Jeong Yeon-shin said goodbye to her seniors. She wished them a peaceful night.

* * *

It was a very splendid hall.

It was as if the entire palace had been moved here. It was like that with the stone trees that reached from the floor to the ceiling.

This is the residence of the Crown Prince, located in Iphwangseong. Moonlight streamed in, casting a blue glow on the window frame. It was very quiet.

The owner of the meeting room was using the power of the wind. Occasionally, only the sound of insects chirping could be heard, making the room eerie.

“Im Jin Myeong.”

The prince of the unrivaled kingdom called the grand general of the city of Iphwang. He was sitting on a marble throne.

He had ears like the blades of a divine sword. The light in his eyes was like black lightning.

He had a cold and indifferent expression on his face that did not reveal his true feelings. It was natural to look down at the large general who was kneeling.

Noble one.

He was the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty.

“It’s an unbelievable story.”

“You have to believe it.”

The Grand General answered calmly.

The Crown Prince slowly opened his mouth. It was in the moonlight pouring down diagonally through the window.

He spoke as if he were alone in the world.

“Paehyeop regained his youth? There was no such rumor in the realm. You should know well that my ears are not the only ones. The dark swordsmen who received permission from the Grand Master did not tell any story.”

“I have thoroughly enforced the control of the mouth. The loss of the two purple ones is a secretly spread fact, and many sects in the world know of the weakness of the original nature. The movements of the Hundred Path sects and the Thirteen Heavenly are not simple. I intend to hide the evil spirits that have been in the state of rebellion for a while and cut down the impure ones once and for all. Wasn’t he originally a divine sword?”

“I guess that’s true.”

“yes.”

The Crown Prince fell into silence for a moment.

Don’t ask why. It’s because it happened already. The Grand Master knew the Crown Prince very well.

He had a personality that anticipated future events in advance. He had his own distinct world.

Only after a while did the Crown Prince begin to speak.

“It was a sad day in the Forbidden City in Beijing. Purple has its own duties. It was said that the blow was painful because there was no one to always take on the noble mission.”

“The matter of Mrs. Mark’s wife… … .”

“Yes, Paehyeop destroyed the two dantians of Jooyeonjeong.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“I will put that to good use in the Forbidden City. I will not be able to do anything to the Purple Master, but I will think that I have gained a card that I can shake and shake. The justification is clear. It is a loss to the royal family.”

“… … .”

“The priest whose grandfather was Paehyeop might feel sorry for him. I heard that he has been very active recently.”

The Crown Prince’s fingers slowly tapped the armrest.

“I should submit a petition to try to get that matter resolved as smoothly as possible. Even so, Pei-hyeop will have no choice but to stay in Beijing for the time being. The position of the Purple Emperor of the Imperial Palace has been vacant for too long. There was a time when it was greatly needed, but no one was able to go.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It must be a shame. I know that the world of martial arts is in chaos. In my humble opinion, in times like these, the role of the black ones who lead the Seventeen is greater than the few purple ones. That’s why a new talent like my disciple is valuable. After all, isn’t the body of a traitor only one? Even if he caused the miracle of Banrohwandong.”

I muttered my thoughts in a polite tone. It was an old habit.

‘Your mouth is twitching.’

The Grand Master thought.

Magwangikju Seomye was the mastermind behind the treason. He surpassed the level of black, even if only for a short time.

At that moment, when I was dizzy and filled with shock and happiness, not knowing what to do about compensation, I walked in response to the Crown Prince’s call.

‘I guess I have to say this.’

The Grand General gathered his thoughts. It was not a matter that could be overlooked without asking. If he did, he would be reprimanded one day.

He opened his mouth right away.

“It originated from the hands of the contemporary Ma Gwang-ik.”

“What? Tell me a story that fits the context.”

“His Highness the Crown Prince’s priest has turned back the time of the heinous crime.”

A corner of the meeting room.

The moonlight surrounding the window frame swayed.

* * *

The next day dawned.

The newly born season was descending with transparent sunlight. A clear cold air was streaming in through the square window in the office of Ma Gwang-ik.

It just passed over my sleeves and the nape of my neck, coolly.

It was an early winter wind.

‘Time flies.’

Jeongyeon Shin leaned back on the stone chair.

On the opposite side stood the orchids and Nilecheon from the blood donation center.

“As a disciple of the Great Lord… … I will seek many teachings from now on.”

“I look forward to receiving your guidance.”

His speech and actions were polite. His gentle demeanor seemed to breathe sophistication.

The Blood Corps was a military unit that was looked down upon even within the Shingeomdan for various reasons.

That is why it is said that it is more faithful to the law and etiquette. It is closer to the military than any armed force.

‘Yulryeongdae and Bohyeoldae. They are said to be the most representative units of the military that are avoided.’

It left a rather good impression on Jeong Yeon-shin.

The Blood-Blooding Lord Jinmyeongjo did not fight in the battle. He sent his subordinates out of the blue.

Jeong Yeon-shin read the letter from the Blood-Blooding Master last evening.

At the bedside, where the cold night wind blew through the cracks in the door, I took a rare, touching passage to heart.

Now, it is neatly stored away in the desk drawer in my office.

This was where he kept letters, orders, and messages from his seniors that he had received immediately after entering the Iphwangseong Fortress.

Jin Myeong-jo’s letter was worthy of being included.

[… … I had the same experience. Right after the previous lord suddenly passed away, I was put in charge of the main unit as soon as it turned black. There was no one to help me except the Grand Master.

Isn’t this a truly unfamiliar environment?

A single word from the Great Leader determined the fate of the elite Blue Swordsmen, and all over the world, the common people who had fallen into misery due to the tyranny of the many martial artists were desperately hoping to escape.

There were many things that were confusing. So, my junior’s difficulties stood out to me especially.

If you go through cumbersome procedures, there is no end to it.

As the new leader, I was worried that it would take longer to appoint Ma Gwang-ik. That is why I decided to send those who could be used as a force immediately.

Blood Sword Ghost Fenglan and Surama Baek Nilecheon are both well-known masters in our army.

I feel like the blue robe is a bit lacking. I’m not saying it’s black though.

In any case, the bloodletting sword technique of the Wind Orchid is truly extraordinary, and the night iron claw of the Nilecheon shows tremendous power in the field.

You’ve absorbed the art of martial arts very well. You’re friends who are becoming stronger and stronger.

If there are two of them, they can easily do three things.

Punglan and Nilecheon have mastered the art of the Eumhanjigi. Their powers become even stronger at night.

I think you’ll find it useful. Please save it. I’ll stop here.

I am extremely happy to welcome the most talented and promising new junior in our department.

[Blood-preserving pearl, Jinmyeongjo.]

It was a phrase written in one stroke of a pen. It was still vivid in my mind.

As he sent his subordinates off, his emotions seemed to surge, and even the shaky strokes of his writing here and there seemed to show his human side.

‘Senior Jin of the Blood Corps was a great man.’

It was respectful.

He readily sent two blue-collar workers.

He may be the most admirable figure among the black seniors.

I couldn’t guess how big the bowl was. If he was a person from another faction, I would have called him a great swordsman.

Jeong Yeon-shin once called the sword dragon painting of Jongnampa that.

“Welcome to the family. What martial arts have you learned other than the Seongmyeongjeolgi?”

Jeongyeonshin asked even though she knew. It was something she had learned from Heonwonchang and Baek Miryeo.

He said that in order to build relationships with others, you have to share stories even if you don’t have any particular intentions.

―You are now like the head of a clan. Leading a single Shingeomdan force is a very dignified position. Please keep in mind that your rank is higher than that of most sect leaders, and I hope you will lead us well. At the end, you will surely receive fruit.

Those were Baek Mi-ryeo’s words. She told me to broaden my horizons a little more. With the mindset of a leader who leads a family.

“I have been practicing the Hwanikbo, and Fenglan is practicing the Shigeukgyeong.”

Nilecheon said. Poongran, standing next to him, nodded.

They had thin jawlines and white complexions. They looked like siblings. The waves that spread irregularly from their entire bodies were strangely eerie.

He also seemed accustomed to doing as he was told, like military figures.

‘This makes blue twenty-three.’

Cheongmyeong and Baekmirye said twenty-four. It was the same number as the plum blossom inspectors of the Hwasan faction.

They said that when the number of blue people reached that level, they would be able to fight against the elite of any major sect.

One person was missing, and it was impossible to ask the first person who showed kindness to give it to the blood donor.

‘are you okay.’

The strongest of the poppy farmers in the world is lying on the roof.

The only problem is the nameless clothes. I was thinking of suggesting a promotion test this time.

‘I have the minimum power. Now, if I familiarize myself with the Pa Baek Jong Ram and improve and teach the Magwang Gyeol, it will become a great power.’

It was time for an internal overhaul.

He said that Ma Gwang-ik also had his own conflicts and thirsts. He experienced something that could change the main character in Myeonggongdo.

There is no way they will be completely harmonious. Shin So-bin, the white junior, is also being held captive by the Shin family, so she must be brought out by any means necessary.

Cheongmyeong’s words were vivid.

―Apart from the color of your uniform, you could say that you are the pioneer of your martial arts. You use Shihwamugeukwon and Hwanikbo very well. I worship you. I heard you beat my sister in Suncheonik a while ago? My friend Shin Binbin. I heard she complained that you brought Baekgirin around like her subordinate.

As soon as the meeting of the great lords is over, I plan to send a message to the Shin clan asking them to hand over my men.

‘If you refuse, saying it is a family matter… … .’

Jeongyeon Shin did not insist on continuing her bad family life.

That’s something to think about then.

I cleared my mind and got up from my seat, slowly moving my lips apart.

“Let’s see the martial arts tomorrow. Just gather your energy and wait.”

Pungran and Nilecheon silently bowed their heads.

“Go out and look.”

After Jeong Yeon-shin sent them away, he took out a letter from his bosom. It was a piece of paper covered with gorgeous pink silk.

The moment I unfolded it, the handwriting of my maternal grandfather, Mayeonjeok, was revealed.

It was a handwriting that fit the phrase, “Yongsa Bideung.” It literally looked like a dragon was moving alive.

[I heard that the lower classes are gathering at the Wonpyeongil Inspection Center.

This old man should also show his face, so why don’t you come with me? I will walk to the Magwangik Hall.

[It is clear that the royal family will secretly summon this old man… … I wish to spend a lot of time with you. I also wish to witness your first meeting with the great lord.]

Jeongyeonshin was disgusted. It was completely different from her thoughts about Mayeonjeok.

A grandson going to work with his grandfather.

It was a bed-cracking sight. It was going to happen this evening.

‘Let’s go first.’

Damn it.

I started walking straight away.

The hem of the new Magwangikju’s black clothes fluttered.