Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 230

Sword (3)

Heonwonchang spoke in a raw voice.

The voice didn’t have the aerodynamics to carry it. It didn’t extend far.

However, the location was the central stage. The promotion ceremony was a rare event in Iphwangseong. Many of the remaining military personnel came to the main castle.

They sat down like guests at a banquet, and there were few who were not masters.

It meant that everyone had studied the sense of hearing to an incredible degree. They were able to hear the voice of the Ip Hwang Seong Dae Seol Geum.

Kang Woon-chan opened his eyes wide and soon started laughing.

“I’m not upset about the defeat. I’ll go up at any time. More than that, I’m curious about the rise of Ma Gwang-ik, who has mastered the art of Kwangyeol. The world will come to see the Lord Jeong as a great master. In the meantime, Ma Gwang-ik will go through many ups and downs… … .”

It was a simple victory.

“The ups and downs of the plains belong to the martial arts world.”

Heonwonchang smiled lightly and shared the lottery ticket with him.

There were many more officials, merchants, and family members who attended as guests. However, they were not as influential as the official warriors of Iphwangseong.

The end of the Heonwonchang was conveyed through the mouths of the masters. It was along with the origin of the Shingong Gwangyegyeol.

A murmur arose.

It was from the mouths of those surrounding the stage. The unmanned people showed greater surprise than the common people.

The white and blue hems of their clothes swayed slightly due to the small waves.

Among them, the energy emitted by the unmanned islanders was particularly strong.

“How could such a wave… … .”

“It was new and powerful. Even though it had traces of the island’s Mu-maek.”

The masters of Ip Hwang Seong are those who frequently travel to and from the mysterious world of Gangho. They maintain their composure even in the face of rather strange events.

Originally, the composure of the famous warriors was as clear and calm as the clear water of a mirror.

Not this time.

“What a big deal. Gwangyegyeol? That’s something to brag about. I knew that Magwangikju had the qualities of a great master… … .”

In one corner of the noisy audience, a woman wearing a blue martial arts uniform laughed in vain. Entering the Wild West, Chen Wuhua.

He was a man with strong eyes and a master who acted as the representative of the Extermination Commander. He was like Ma Gwang-ik’s Cheongmyeong.

As the next leader of the Great Annihilation Sect, I was watching the match between those who were worthy of the title.

The experts standing nearby each opened their lips.

“The sword power has increased in an instant. It must have been unleashed from the hand of the Great Snow Sword… … .”

“Are you saying that it was truly a universal martial art? Not just the Manjusri Seongmyeongjeolgi of Magwangikju?”

“There is something wrong with the word ‘universal.’ Didn’t you say that it was a monologue by Ma Gwang-ik?”

“Anyway, it’s not just the Snow Sword that I’ve mastered.”

One person’s words had a big meaning. It meant a change in Ma Gwang-ik.

Outstanding study is the way to change a group. One of the silent men opened his lips.

“… It’s been a while since I’ve seen Kang Chang-moo. It was in Muwol-ram. He’s crazy about martial arts, so we’ve been running into each other all the time.”

The main stage of the Shingeomdan was a large stage. It was used as a place for exchanges between the martial artists of the Shingeomdan and the masters of other martial arts units.

There are many who live there while waiting for a mission. At one time, even the island’s Jeongyeonshin came and went.

Jinmuhwa replied with a knowing expression.

“He must have fallen into the state of deep cultivation. Who wouldn’t do that? If he were given that much discipline… … .”

The reactions of those who attended the promotion ceremony were varied. They spoke and moved in various ways. The same was true of merchants who had their status verified by fortune and supplied goods to the city.

The counting began from the old faces. Some dispersed without saying a word.

“Cheonlimdae and Seonmokryeong disappeared at the same time. Ma Gwangikju is famous for going on missions without rest, so next time it will be Ma Gwangik.”

“If you just follow the trail, you will be safe. Tell them to prepare for a long journey and keep their eyes open. If they go towards Myeongun-ro (明韻路), it is worth following them for a while.”

The actions of the Shingumdan’s armed forces affect all the common people.

Many eyes were focused on Ma Gwang-ik-ju, who declared victory for Heonwonchang. It was the same until the next battle.

A strange emotion was evident on the faces of the island’s martial arts masters. Some of them looked like they were going crazy.

Even as the promotion ceremony continued, they did not look at the ceremony, but stared blankly at their great master.

At this moment, they were closer to Ma Kwang-ik’s reserve force. More so than before.

“Lee Yeon, the Blowing Spear, lost, and Taeyeonryong Hwangbo A-mu won.”

Magwangikju Seomyega calmly made a decision.

“Isn’t that too much?”

Taeyeonryong grumbled.

Jeong Yeon-shin approached the discouraged Chui Seon-chang and patted his shoulder. She was a kind-faced woman. She tried to unconsciously dig into his arms, so he pushed her away again.

It is now certain. The island that was under the protection of many seniors is no longer there.

Could it be because his limbs had grown since he went to the blind date? Or maybe it was because he was fully recognized as the leader of the Shingeomdan through the Gwangyegyeol.

“Go down.”

Jeongyeon Shin nodded to the two people.

Taeyeonryong won easily.

The amount of energy he had was different from when he first met Jeongyeonshin. His heated hands were also the same.

He shattered his opponent’s sword with a leisurely demeanor like a bum. The martial arts of the Chuseonchang were insufficient to discuss the blue.

It was not enough to handle the recommended method of Grand Duke Hwangbo, who had been polished by the Sun God Vein.

Two people came down from the stage.

Jeongyeon Shin once again blurted out the words she had said the most today.

“next.”

It’s a big event.

Time passed by so quickly.

The sun, which had already reached the horizon, was clad in a red veil.

The final part of the promotion ceremony was held.

The Emperor of Heaven did not attend the ceremony. He was an absolute being who moved according to his feelings rather than customs.

It was hard to see him. It was the same for Jeong Yeon-shin. He might not have been in her nature.

―How could I not be happy when I saw the miracles of the unmanned people… … .

It was a lyric adapted from the Book of Songs among the Four Books and Five Classics. Dancers with their wide sleeves hanging down and musicians with their hands on flutes and zithers filled the stage.

Even in a famine, they had a spirit that did not dry up. They danced and played with skills that were no less than martial arts. Both the song and the melody were beautiful.

Jeongyeonshin stayed until the meal was over.

From the seat next to the Grand Master who stood at the head of the table, I gave strength to his congratulatory speech with silence.

“It is called entering the wilderness. You have entered one step deeper into the harsh wilderness. Act sharply as the sword of your nature. The cause of this land will be with you. Very, very noble.”

The Grand Master bestowed military uniforms on the lined up warriors.

Heonwonchang and Taeyeonryong also received blue clothing. It was a sight that gave Jeongyeonshin a strange feeling.

―May the sunlight never fade on your path.

The clear voice of the Emperor of Heaven came to mind again. It was a gentle word of wisdom. The hand that personally put on the blue robe was still vivid.

He felt warmth from the touch that brushed his shoulder. The fingertips that were unraveling the supreme logic of nothingness were focused on Jeong Yeon-shin.

‘That’s too bad.’

Not the lord but the grand general.

A small pleasure appeared in the eyes of Ma Gwang-ik-ju, who was looking at his two subordinates. It was accompanied by a greater sense of satisfaction.

I put aside my worries about Jongnampa for a moment. I congratulated the Ma Gwang-ik family in my heart.

Ip Hwang-seong, before leaving his house once again.

* * *

“From nameless to blue. Wonchang, isn’t this a promotion you’ve never even dreamed of?”

“I am Heonwon, Hwangbo so-and-so.”

“Anyway, now no one in Ma Gwang-ik will be able to look down on Confucius. You don’t know how tired I am of hearing the words ‘insubordination’. The children’s errands were excessive. Hmm.”

“It’s a pity. I’m still insignificant to the Lord.”

“Don’t you know that even that is the joy of seeing Confucius? It is a hundred times better than being free.”

“I’m worried about your mental state. It seems like the poppy has accumulated in your body and is even invading you. Isn’t it just pickled?”

Two pairs of shadows stretched out.

The group was on their way back to the Magwangik Hall. Jeong Yeon-sin and Jegal Cheong-a walked side by side, with Heonwonchang and Taeyeonryong sometimes leading and sometimes following.

The atmosphere was calm. There were quiet conversations.

“Then, does the Anbeop use the Baekhoe point more than the Dongjaro point?”

“Yes. The head is more important than the eyes. The key is how intuitively you can accept the mysterious martial arts. That’s where the eye technique that works well is exquisite. The ‘method of seeing’ comes second, but if the energy of the eye head (the inner end of the eye) intersects well, you can improve it on your own.”

“Like the energy waves of the four Sa-baek, Chan-juk, and In-dang blood vessels? From the face to the eyes, they are very densely wrapped.”

“……yes.”

Jegal Qing’er closes his lips slightly.

Jeongyeonshin was grateful and lost in thought.

I’ve been thinking about what martial arts to create next lately.

Now that his relationship with Maga has been restored and he can now view the upper level of Cheon Geum Moo Go as a great lord, there are many martial arts that he can learn if he just reaches out.

However, no season was as good as the introduction of the Gugeul, which was tailored to one’s own needs.

Martial arts are essentially techniques that use the body.

There are subtle differences in the location, thickness, size, blood flow, and inherent energy of each of the systemic veins and blood vessels.

It is an element that stands out clearly in the realm of ascension.

Jeong Yeon-shin greatly benefited from the Dokmun martial arts. The efficiency of his air power and internal energy was different. He fought with the best swordsmen even though he could not achieve the Samhwachwijeong.

‘Anti-eye protection and self-defense techniques.’

I just roughly learned the things that are worth referencing.

If it was created properly, it would be of great help. Since it is not a state of unity between the spirit and spirit, it must be decided based on the type and depth of martial arts.

This is especially true when you are constantly dealing with the best players in the field.

-You might meet the Sword Master.

It was a big topic. It was slowly weighing on Jeongyeonshin’s mind.

The stillness and desolation of the night market, the pungent smell coming in from beyond the threshold, the blood soaking through the floor, the moonlight streaming from the crimson stains, the destructive prayer of the swordsman holding the great sword…

“hmm?”

Jeongyeonshin suddenly raised her head.

A familiar wall came into view. We were almost there. Before we knew it, we were nearing Ma Gwang-ik’s pavilion.

“The main gate is wide open. It is indeed our family. Welcoming the promotion of this Iphwang Shinhyeop… … Hmm?”

Heonwonchang’s steps stopped.

Taeyeonryong, who had his hands clasped on the back of his head, also stopped walking.

“lender?”

“Stay still.”

Jeongyeonshin answered briefly. She was staring into the distance. An ominous confrontation was apparent.

It wasn’t just the masters of Ma Gwang-ik and the example of the blind. The back of a woman with short black hair caught my eye.

The Iphwangsinchang Aksurim.

He must have originally come to drink tea, but now he twirls a silver spear with one hand.

The sunset was dazzling along the long trajectory, and it looked rather pleasant than beautiful. She had not looked kindly at Lady Ye in the lord’s office.

That wasn’t the end. The man crouching on the highest roof in the palace was also a problem.

The pink hem of her dress, fluttering in the wind, scratched the roof tiles. Without anyone noticing, the parasitic Ma Yeon-jeok was absentmindedly watching the three-way battle.

Yes, the way his eyes alternated between So-Jeo and Aksurim was strange. I could sense a strange anger.

It was a terrifying sight.

He couldn’t immediately sense his grandchild who was far away. He seemed to be very focused.

“… … .”

Jeong Yeon-shin drew the character for “阝” on the left side with his index finger. It was Ma Gwang-ik’s hand signal. It is used when even the sound of the sound wave needs to be taken care of.

The master himself quietly turned around, meaning to kill the sound and step back. He kept his eyes fixed on his maternal grandfather, who would soon receive a summons from the royal family.

Three people followed silently.

It was along the main road until the main hall was out of sight.

Jeongyeon Shin opened her mouth first.

“It wasn’t a situation where Ma Gwang-ik would get hurt.”

“Well, there aren’t many people who can handle the combined attack of the Blues’ Gwangyegyeol and the Iphwangsinchang at the same time. Even among the leaders of the great sects, there are probably only a very small number.”

Tae-Yeom-Ryong said it nonchalantly. The way he slightly turned his shoulder was funny. It seemed like he was taking it somewhat amusingly.

Jeongyeon Shin nodded briefly.

“I need a pen and ink.”

“I have it.”

The gray sleeve of Jegal Qing’er’s shirt moved as he answered immediately.

Sarak.

He takes out a small ink bottle and a short brush from his bosom.

It was a very well-polished stationery box. It was as neat as her sleeves, which were pressed without a single spot. The small piece of paper she took out was also the same.

“This too.”

“thanks.”

Jeong Yeon-shin immediately placed a piece of paper on Jegal Cheong-ah’s back. An invisible internal defense wall was placed between them.

“… … ?”

“I’ve used self-defense equipment, so don’t worry about clothes.”

I wrote the letter as is.

It was a short piece of writing. I finished it quickly. Then I carefully put my hand into my bosom and took out a pure white swallow. The spirit of the Great Lord who had been sleeping soundly was revealed.

Squeak-

Makes a short whistle-like sound.

Baekyeon narrowed her pitch-black eyes. Her eyes, looking up at her master, were dazzling.

Jeong Yeon-shin, smiling faintly, tore the letters left and right and rolled them up, hanging them on both legs.

“This is for the Blood Prince, this is for the Senior Cheongmyeong or Senior Miryeo.”

For a moment, Jeongyeonshin’s voice became clear. She had a feeling like she was from a noble family. This was a characteristic that had been prominent since she first began composing the Neungbeop Gwangryungi.

“Stop by visiting Senior Jin of the Bloodthirsty Lord first, and then go to Ma Gwang-ik.”

When I spoke to Baekyeon as if I was talking to a commoner, she usually understood. This time, it was going to be the same.

Percussion!

The white smoke that rose with a small flap of wings quickly disappeared into the distance. In the blink of my eyes, it transformed into a white dot.

While Heonwonchang and Taeyeonryong looked up blankly, Jegal Cheong-ah asked quietly.

“Is it okay to go like this… … ?”

“It had to be dispersed anyway. The current Seomseo is a place of Bokmajeon. The Paegeomjong incident occurred on a large scale, and Yeollyeong has also risen up.

There is no need to attract the attention of the thirteen thousand two first. It is right to change into your clothes and go out and join them one by one.”

“I told you that I was going without discussion… … .”

“I am the giver.”

Jeongyeon Shin answered while walking.

The sound of dirt crunching against the soles of leather shoes was unusually loud.

The vast Ip Hwang Seong Fortress was bustling with excitement for the promotion ceremony. The raucous sounds spread faintly.

The crimson shadows in the sky seemed to dance with them.

The sound of cheerful singing, hearty shouts, laughter washing away fatigue, and the sound of glasses clinking were all very familiar.

Damn it.

Taeyeonryong, Heonwonchang, and Jegal Cheong-a followed. Their leisurely, cheerful, and refined footsteps approached with a rather solid aura.

As we passed through the many pavilions, more and more people came to pay their respects with poker chips. It was the same until we reached the main gate.

“I wish you good luck in Daeju.”

The greeting from one of the water gate guards ended there.

With his back to the orange glow streaming from the setting sun, Magwangikju set out.