Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 226

Kwangyeokyeol (6)

Create martial arts for others.

It was a difficult task.

I have never done it before. It is a path that the great masters of the past have always walked. It was hard to imagine for someone who was not even twenty years old.

‘Martial arts is the sum total of the study of the human body.’

You must penetrate 365 blood vessels, 12 meridians, and many more. If you lack insight practice, your body will be ruined.

The first step is to safely straighten the path of energy so that the flow of energy is not tangled, but even that is extremely difficult.

It was even more so when it came to creating some kind of utility from the aerodynamic flow.

‘I can’t be the only one who can implement it.’

Jeongyeon Shin was aware that her senses were different.

Although he was not always aware of it, he harbored a love-hate relationship with the quality that would surpass the fruit of the world tree within three years.

It was not possible to pay the price of life. That was not right. If you were the person involved, who would be convinced? It was an absurdity sent from heaven.

Ahre, right after I took refuge in the palace of Magwangikju.

While basking in the twilight streaming in through the crack in the door nine times, Jeong Yeon-shin was absorbed in one topic.

If there are seniors and juniors who do not benefit from the new martial arts, then the meaning of this work will be lost. Everyone should be able to enter.

No one should escape from the hands of Ma Gwang-ik. The form of the warrior during the mission was the most horrific.

He didn’t want to lose his subordinates like the Sunmokryongju Cheon Soso. He was also reluctant to take the position of Suncheonikju Ha Do-woon, who was in conflict over Baek Gi-rin and Namgung Hwa-shin.

‘I don’t have the generosity of senior Jin, the blood-blood lord. I’m too small-minded. I don’t want to send anyone away.’

Jeongyeonshin thought.

He sat cross-legged and took out all the martial arts in his head. If it was Ma Gwang-ik and Seomye Mu-maek, he had to create a martial art that anyone could easily learn.

-Let’s think about teaching it to a monkey.

My thoughts converged on one conclusion.

It was written in an easy-to-understand manner. I added annotations to each line of the text.

―Magwanggyeol is a way of using the body. It can be said to be all the consideration of what a person can do with his hands and feet. Since it is a technique that instinctively takes the optimal path, it encompasses all fighting methods from close-range white strikes to medium-long-range spears, except for the bow.

I wrote it down in one stroke. I thought back to when I received the magic light technique from Majin.

Even if he were to die later on during a mission or when his lifespan runs out, he took care to ensure that he would still feel like an uncle to him.

―Magwanggyeol is a martial art like a sword to those with exceptional senses. However, it does not apply to those who have been connected. Doubt your instincts. You must do so. Your senses are dull and slow. What you point to does not match the usefulness. Since it is not a time to find a fatal way, it is better to use other martial arts to achieve this. This martial art is a substitute for Gugyeol for that purpose.

‘I must emphasize this because it is the key point. The effectiveness of martial arts follows the mind.’

―You must keep the above-mentioned essential points in mind. Repeat to yourself, “I was wrong.” This will enhance the achievement of this study. The senses of the speakers are very dull. This urgent conclusion is correct. Just follow this essential point.

It was written in a neat handwriting. It was written clearly in a regular script style that was close to the standard of Ming Dynasty calligraphy.

A very plain-sounding text was released.

‘If you just keep this in mind, the rest will follow.’

He twisted the essence of Magwanggyeol and connected it to Seomye Muhak. The word Yeondong was right.

If you reach out to the existing studies, the techniques of Shihwamugeuksu and Gwanghwageomryu will melt away, and the steps of Hwanikbo and the internal energy of Shigeukgyeong will be used in overlap.

I had the mentality that the best path would soon be my martial arts.

Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t think it was arrogant. She thought calmly. Isn’t that true?

Flexibility and unhindered. There is no obstruction to the flow, so it is not blocked.

The uninterrupted development of the herbivore led to the island of Ma Gwang-gyeol. The teachings of the uncle and the study of the nephew met.

The light moved. The aerodynamic power strengthened by the Shigeukkyung was united with the light wave of the Gwanghwageomryu sword strike.

The white light became darker. The waves of light flowing from his body transformed into the unique characteristics of martial arts.

Ahhhhh.

It was a characteristic revealed in Jeong Yeon-shin’s body standing in the grand martial arts field.

Saaaaa―

The aftermath of the career continued from the hand that held the sword. Each streak was scattered with a vivid white and sparkled.

From the black sleeves that hung calmly, it rose to the shoulders at the ends of the hair.

The shards of light slowly faded away, bathed in the orange glow of the sunset.

Magwangikju Jeongyeonshin.

I was very happy. I was very proud. The only thing that didn’t change was my facial expression. I enjoyed the feeling I had for the first time since I created the martial arts.

‘This is well made. It’s a good piece of art.’

This has given me a greater sense of accomplishment than any other martial arts I have ever created. It is martial arts for the sake of my family.

At this moment, I confirmed that the wall that would protect Ma Gwang-ik had been completely built.

“… … .”

It wasn’t like that in the eyes of the surrounding experts. The standing Ma Gwang-ik-ju looked like the incarnation of martial arts.

It wasn’t a sight to be discussed in terms of martial arts level.

There was no one in the field who did not know the martial arts of the island’s most powerful lord. Everyone knew what kind of herbal medicine had been unleashed.

I also noticed how natural the fist dance and sword dance were. The flow of true energy was not interrupted as he continued to strike with single blows.

It changed the nature of Mu-maek. Although it had the obvious disadvantage of rapidly consuming internal energy and stamina, it was able to compensate for it with its powerful power.

He was a great monk.

The wind that blew past the spider web fence was cold. It sent shivers down my skin.

A silence that seemed to suffocate everyone continued until dust rose from the tip of Bukmyeonggeom’s sword.

“All of Ma Kwang-ik’s power.”

Jeongyeonshin opened her mouth as she put her sword away. The pure white blade traced a smooth trajectory as it entered the scabbard.

It was a graceful sword. The edges of the blade and scabbard met neatly under his grip.

The clicking sound rang out particularly clearly. It was along with the conclusion of Ma Gwang-ik-ju’s speech.

“Make your body use it like this.”

“uh…….”

The white warrior sent by Xiahou Weijin, the profound martial artist Gong Ye Meiling, let out a sigh and then was surprised by himself.

Even though he was a curious drone who always kept a single shot for close-range attacks, he did so.

No one said anything. It was a sight that represented everyone’s feelings. I saw that Mu-maek, who was known for his short-term power, had transformed into a martial art specialized in long-term battles.

The principles of martial arts embedded in the dance movements were woven together as one.

“You want me to use my body like that?”

Shin So-bin suddenly asks.

A somewhat tired look came into Jeongyeonshin’s eyes. After the incident with Iphwangsin, they had become a little more friendly.

However, despite his bold personality, he did not seem to have any sense of superiority in martial arts.

It was a sight that gave Jeongyeonshin a sense of accomplishment. Seomye’s heart was filled with confidence.

Magwangikju’s eyes slightly rose. His back also straightened.

“It’s easy. I wrote it in great detail. You just need to get the hang of it. If you’re a martial artist who has mastered either the Magic Sword or the Somme Mumaek, it’ll be very easy to master.”

Jeong Yeon-shin thought of the book he had left behind in the pavilion. Anyone who reads its contents will be moved.

He might even stay in the training grounds because he felt so good. It was that easy to write. Even a monkey could become an unmanned person.

“Shin So-bin.”

“Yes, go ahead.”

“I left the secret recipe on the desk in my bedroom. I’ve dried it thoroughly with a light wave, so bring it right away.”

Jeong Yeon-shin ordered.

There were four volumes of the Secret Book. It was said that there was no one among the official soldiers of Iphwangseong who did not have an extraordinary memory, so it wouldn’t take long for Ma Gwang-ik to read them all thoroughly.

grasp.

Shin So-bin’s white dress fluttered along with her braided hair. She quickly climbed over the wall.

She leaps and bounds over walls, her characteristically elastic nerve movements befitting her nickname of cat.

After the incident with the Iphwangsin family, Ma Gwang-ik Baekmyo acted like a confidant of the Great Lord.

“It seems like there’s a new secret to martial arts… … .”

Baek Mi-ryeo, who had been standing on one side and trailing off, opened her mouth again. It was a public place. She should have been respectful.

“What is your name?”

She asked.

It was a question of great significance. The martial artists who were renowned throughout the world put pressure on their enemies with just their names.

There are few sects in the world that do not fear the Shaolin Hundred Steps Divine Fist and the Heavenly Horse Divine Sword of the Ming School.

The seasons that symbolize the various factions of the martial arts world each have a weight appropriate to their names.

It doesn’t matter to Jeongyeonshin. It wasn’t a martial art created for public gain.

‘just…….’

A character came to mind.

There are strange words in the world. There are words that contain contradictory meanings.

The character ‘Gwang’ is also like that.

The empty light, the bright light. It was a word that came to mind before I became secluded. I held that one word in my heart and went into seclusion.

“… … .”

Jeong Yeon-shin kept her mouth shut for a moment. She was staring blankly at Ma Gwang-ik’s seniors and juniors.

The faces that make the journey back to the mission a homecoming. Every time we meet and talk, I feel the warmth that I couldn’t find at the main store.

He is different from his real brothers who rejected Jeong Ga-dong.

Wouldn’t they be happy to accept the martial arts they’ve created? With a connection like the four death rites of the same clan.

‘Please stay with me as you become stronger… … .’

It was a feeling that was difficult to express as a major shareholder.

―When you disappear, my heart becomes empty, and because of you, I am filled with light. You showed me kindness after I left the family. I am grateful. It is a favor that I can never repay.

So, I created a martial art called Seomye that you gave me and passed it on to you.

There was only one phrase that came to mind.

“Gwangyegyeol (a combination of art and craft).”

Ma Gwang-ik-ju licked his lips. The names of the seasons in the world flowed out.

It’s Ma Gwang-ik’s time.

Aksurim, standing on one side of them, smiled brightly.

A feeling of elation rose in her chest like a cotton ball. It was a feeling that suppressed curiosity. She thought, I’ll have to come back later.

‘Jin Myeong-jo, where did that guy go?’

Aksurim, who tilted his head slightly, walked briskly.

* * *

Three days passed.

Three days and nights were interspersed with amazement and bewilderment.

The new leader had his first training session after ascending to the Black Order. Ma Gwang-ik’s martial arts skills were more lively than ever before.

The eyes of the experts gathered. During Jeong Yeon-shin’s seclusion, her free-spirited appearance somewhat disappeared.

“Yes. A little lighter. Think of it as transferring the essence of the Hand Yangming Large Intestine Meridian entirely to your fingertips. With the back of the head, the movements will come out naturally.”

Daeju had Shin So-bin and Heon Won-chang standing side by side. He could check their internal energy usage with the ki wave without even feeling their pulse.

It was a surprising sight even for the masters of Ma Gwang-ik. Even though the appearance of the boy who came in as a junior was still young, they expected to be taught after seeing the demonstration of Gwangye-gyeol.

Gwangyegyeol was closer to advanced training than initiation.

In a few days, the task of increasing power was solved. They were already strong masters. Now, it was time to discuss the elite of the old school, such as the Plum Blossom Sword Master and the Eighteen Arhats.

“Time flies. It’s already time to watch the promotion ceremony… … .”

“That guy from Gunsimdo (群審刀) Geumga is picking a fight. He’s not a bad person, but he’s acting like he’s the son of a high-ranking official.”

“Isn’t that Prosecutor Suncheonik? Looks like he went on a solo mission. What did he say?”

“I heard it would be nice to have a blue seat. Luckily, I got to have the Hwangbo family’s bastard…”

“It seems like you don’t know that our Iphwangshinhyeop has lifted the ban on the seven-year-old. It’s a big deal to be wary of just one Taeyeonryong.”

“That’s right.”

The experts at Ma Gwang-ik laughed and talked.

Time passed quickly after the demonstration of Gwangyegyeol. Among the twenty-three blue and seven white ones of Ma Gwangik, one third swept through the secret.

I didn’t look at them one by one. I looked at the scale of the armed forces that the previous leader had organized. Magwangiljo was first.

The reaction was strange.

There was a mixture of shock and amazement, even the Cheong-an-mageom Cheong-myeong was like that.

Iphwangseong is a group of martial artists who are close to the best in the world. All of the official warriors have outstanding qualities.

There was no one in the town where he was born and raised who had not heard the sound of a report.

“There he is again. As expected, his face is strange.”

Hyosu Sword Kang Chang-moo crossed his arms with his large hands.

I couldn’t help but describe the expressions of those walking out of the Great Hall. They were Magwang Samjo and an anonymous disciple.

They all have slightly raised eyebrows and slightly parted lips. They don’t look like the faces of talented experts.

Perhaps he had been insulted beyond his expectations. His emotions seemed to have been somewhat subdued by the admiration.

Only Taeyeonryong had a smile on his face. He was walking around with his hands clasped on the back of his head.

“This is it.”

He spoke in a mumbling tone.

It was a voice that could not reach Kang Chang-moo.

“You make that kind of expression too. The scoundrel prince of the Hwangbo family.”

He had previously been defeated by Taeyeonryong. Kang Changmu’s eyes narrowed.

He’s a guy who judges a person’s worth by their qualities, but he makes that kind of expression just by coming into contact with something. The curiosity of mid-level rookies is bound to grow.

“I can tell without even looking. The movements of those who have entered first have changed. They have become more skilled at chaining attacks, and they are definitely stronger than a day ago. There are limits, though.”

The Fourth Moon Palace Guardian Wi Ye-ryeong said.

He stood proudly on the roof with Kang Chang-mu. It was the tile of the pavilion of Ma Gwang-ik-ju, built on one side of the Daeyeonmujang.

The Daeyeonmujang Forces began to practice their secret arts. It was only right that they should stand guard over the law.

She looked down at Jeongyeonshin and opened her lips. Her blue eyes had the sparkling texture characteristic of the Ming tribe.

“The island owner is a strange person.”

“I know, too.”

“That Gwangye-gyeol, if you get to know him, you’ll realize that he’s not as good as you think. It wasn’t a lie that he was favored by the lord. He might end up being in charge of something within our clan’s territory in the future.”

“Will the Great Lord be invited to the world of the immortals?”

It was when Kang Chang-moo raised his eyebrows.

A clear chirping sound was heard from afar. Pure white swallows were fluttering their wings from the sky.

It was very fast. The white feathers seemed to reflect the sunlight.

It is the spirit of the great lords of Iphwangseong raised by the Ming clan. It is called Baekyeon (白燕) by Magwangikju.

“That kid looks like he’s in a hurry.”

It was right after Wi Ye-ryeong spoke in her beautiful voice.

Daejoo lifted his arm slightly. Immediately, Baekyeon landed on her small legs.

Jeongyeon Shin licked her lips.

“You said you were going out to play, but you went to see the Grand General.”

“It came from the General Office… …!”

Wi Ye-ryeong’s sharp ears caught the voice of the Great Lord.

The words flowed out at the same time as her words, which were of a noble family. Her eyes, which had stopped her lips, were filled with suspicion and surprise.