Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 231

Sword (4)

“Sim Mu-ryeon, this is Baek Seo-gun.”

A woman with gray hair that fell down to the nape of her neck like a lion’s mane spoke. Her orange silk robe had an exquisite sheen.

A sword and a gorgeous orchid-patterned satchel stand out. Her appearance is as simple as her introduction.

Until Yeongcheon Geomgwi defeated Chan-eum Ssangma and faced Wiji Myohwa.

It wasn’t a short time. Several days passed.

This was because Wei Zhi Miao did not miss the opportunity when Sima Wei Dao’s horses clashed. The saying that the enemy of an enemy is an ally was a luxury. Such was the situation.

It was a matter that involved not only Wei Zhi Miao Hua’s own life, but also the life of the young Jeong Hui. Sima Wei could not readily ask for help from the second-in-command of the Dai Bang faction.

Seven days and nights passed like that.

There were many pursuers besides Chan-eum-ssang-ma. Yeo-ryeong and Pae-geom-jong cooperated. There was no way there was a shortage of manpower. That was why it was a world without borders.

Wijimyohwa hid Jeonghye in a cave in the mountains and lured the enemies. She attracted their attention by making a loud noise. It was her best.

He was completely pushed to the limit. It was like that until the Baekseo Army, who suddenly appeared, killed twenty-two people with a single move of the Igi Sword.

“You’re good at running away. Even I had a hard time detecting your presence.”

“… … .”

The misty Jinling Mountains spread out like a sumi-e painting.

The distance between Sim Mu-ryeon and Jong Nam-pa was not that far. Baek Seo-gun immediately recognized Wi Ji-myo-hwa’s identity.

With the five stars that have mastered the secret arts of the famous clan, he recalls the appearance of the eldest son of the clan, Jang Moon-ja.

Jongnampa Yunzhonggeomryong was a well-known late-stage swordsman. This was because his martial arts skills, appearance, and status were all outstanding.

From the sword dragon’s point of view, Baekseo-gun was that kind of person.

“…Yeongcheon Sword Ghost.”

Wijimyohwa licked his lips.

Even while asking questions, she did not take her hands off the sword. She is the successor to a prestigious family that suffered the misfortune of being destroyed.

He was extremely alert. Even his eyes, which had originally been drawn straight, were slightly raised.

He was naked and his appearance was not good. His neat clothes were stained with dirt and blood.

Because of his internal injuries, there were bloodstains on his lips. The noble Jongnam swordsman’s prayers were close to the rough temperament of a fighting spirit.

A flash of light flashed across Baek Seo-gun’s eyes.

‘It was said that there was a connection between Seomye and Yeon.’

I thought about it while looking at the painting. The beautiful facial features and clear eyes were impressive.

What was more noticeable was the wave of air that surrounded his entire body. It was sharp, as if he had been wearing a cold wind.

‘The state of unity between the two swords is always maintained… … This is a well-sharpened sword.’

Cloud Sword Dragon, Weizhi Myohwa.

The strange feather decoration that tied up her jet-black hair was special, as was the waistband.

A white sword hung on a jade-decorated belt, which seemed strangely fitting for a disciple of the Taoist sect, even though it did not seem like one.

“Didn’t you take the head of the household with you?”

I asked frankly. Baek Seo-gun was not one to judge things.

The response was quick.

Hwaak.

A formless wave of energy surged from the entire body of the Wizhi Myohwa. It was a colorless wave of energy that spread out.

It spread with a very sharp foreboding. The hem of the clothes, faded blue with dirt, became taut as if they were filled with air energy.

“For what reason did the deceased Sim Mu-ryeon… … .”

The sword dragon spoke, raising his internal energy befitting his nickname. He seemed ready to emerge at any moment. The black and white of his two eyes were unusually distinct.

Rather than being reckless, it should be seen as determination. Even if it meant being driven to death, he would not reveal Jeong-hye’s whereabouts.

The corners of Baek Seo-gun’s mouth went up.

“Your momentum is quite good. However, you are not qualified to hear my story. It is enough for you to realize my assistance.

“Haven’t I personally taken care of all the leeches that have been following you all this time? Whether they be the swordsmen or the female spirits. It wasn’t an easy task for me either.”

The thirteen thousand relationships are entangled in a dizzying way.

They were the greatest factions of the Sima Weidao in the world, and their movements were without rules.

They fought among themselves while passing the training and fighting each other. Unlike Baekdo Murim, they were not friendly to each other.

However, since the balance between the political and military factions was maintained, it was common to say that if the Thirteen Thousand Alliance was formed, the map of the world would change. This was the general opinion of the scholars who discussed martial arts.

“… … Even so, it is impossible to trust the unmanned Simmu-ryeon.”

The eyes of the painting were straight.

Keep your wits about you. Even in the case of an emergency, think about it as if you were crossing a stone bridge. If you die, then there is nothing you can do… … .

The spirit was beautiful. It was the face that Seomyeo once called a great swordsman.

Baek Seo-gun’s smile deepened as he stared at her.

“What a child of integrity. With just his spirit, he could rule the world. He’s a good friend to Seomye.”

“Island… …?”

Wijimyohwa’s eyes widened slightly. Baekseogun continued speaking calmly.

“I have heard rumors that you have a connection with Magwangikju. I am also connected with you. It is a connection as deep as yours. It has been passed down from generation to generation, and we have become acquainted through swords.”

“what?”

“Have you ever worked with him? You have the five senses to be called the best late-night strategist in Shaanxi, so even memories from several years ago must be as vivid as if they were happening today.”

Baekseogun suddenly asked. Wijimyohwa couldn’t answer right away. However, the gray-haired sword master paid no attention and moved his lips.

“It doesn’t matter whether it’s alcohol or tea. If you’ve learned the art of the famous Jeongpa, you’ll know the habits of the Seomye. Every time you pick up a glass, you have a habit of looking at the other person. Even then, you don’t grab it rashly, but sweep it down with your fingertips, and only when the other person lifts their glass do you pick it up with them. Every time, every time. It’s like reading the mood is second nature. Since you were born into a wealthy family, you must have learned the tea ceremony early.”

“… … !”

“I was curious. Was it because I was wary of this body in front of me, or was it because I grew up in a family where I had to be like that? If it were just me, it would have been the former. However, looking at your face… … That’s not it.”

The voice of Baek Seo-gun became thick with breath. It was filled with bitterness.

The eyebrows of the Wizhi Myohwa I was facing were raised. Surprise and doubt were simultaneously evident on her expression.

“That’s what it was like.”

Baek Seo-gun muttered. He had already lowered his long eyelashes.

“The evil of the opposite s*x brings me shame. It’s endless. That madman must have treated his own child like that. If only I had this body… … .”

The monologue was full of emotions and was natural. Shame and anger seeped into it. It was to the point where talking to oneself was not awkward.

The slightly twisted lips on his face were the same. It was an expression that Weizhimyohwa would never have imagined seeing from the sword master of Hanamseong.

Shaanxi and Henan are adjacent. Wijimyohwa has heard of the fame of Yeongcheon Geomgwi.

The Black Sword Lord. He was an absolute being who did not need to show his emotions. It was not a lie that he shared a drink with Jeongyeonshin.

Wijimyohwa and Seomye had enjoyed tea together many times since they stayed at Jongnamsan. She even remembered the detailed habits that Yeongcheongeomgwi had not mentioned.

‘He is the half-brother of Priest Jeong.’

Could it be that he was not comfortable in his family? Even though he seemed like a nobleman.

“… I will draw my sword. Please allow me an inch of space.”

She said that. It meant that she would guide him by holding the sword up close. She accepted the sword master’s favor in a situation where she was in dire need of assistance.

The condition of stabbing him with a sword in case of emergency was bold.

‘The self-defense weapon will be strong. It will only be able to cause wounds.’

Wijimyohwa thought.

The reaction speed will also far exceed his own. But there is nothing he can do. He has already left Jeong-hye alone for nearly three days, and the net of the thirteen thousand two is continuously narrowing.

Just now, a sharp sound of a whistle-shaped arrow rang out from afar. It was difficult for Wizhi Myohwa to choose any other option.

Baek Seo-gun, who raised his head, did not look particularly angry. He just nodded slowly.

“Just walk faster.”

We haven’t talked since then.

The two moved as if they were flying. With great effort, they headed down the nameless valley of the Jinling Mountain Range.

There was no hesitation in falling. The cave, which was stuck between the huge valleys, approached in an instant.

The sword master and sword dragon who had stepped on the floor entered.

A gloomy wind blew like a groan.

A faint breeze with a somewhat empty feeling brushed past the collars of the two people, and the stone walls covered in a faint darkness became quiet in an instant.

“ah…….”

The painting of Weizhimyo has become gloomy.

There was no one in the cave we arrived at.

A faint ray of sunlight streamed in through a crack in the ceiling. The bushes pressed against the spot where the child had been crouching silently basked in the light.

Fragments of the shattered sword were scattered messily around.

* * *

Shaanxi Xi’an.

It was a land with endless pavilions spread out around Mt. Jongnam. It was different in scale from other parts of Shaanxi Province. There were many people.

Merchants chatting while folding up their stalls, shopkeepers hanging lanterns above the entrances to their inns in the middle of the night, ronin wandering around looking for an alley where they can lie down comfortably…

It was very vast.

Even in years of famine, huge quantities of goods came and went through the processions of the merchants and merchants.

Because it was a prosperous metropolis for a very long time before the foundation of the nation, it was a place where people of all classes lived busily. Even after the sun went down, it was full of energy of various temperaments.

The same was true of the swordsman Ge Daozhen of Xi’an.

bang!

He grabbed the back of one of the men’s heads and slammed him down on the table. The aftereffects of the blow blew away like the wind.

Cracks spread out in all directions from the man’s forehead, and soon the wooden table shattered into pieces and fell down. At the same time, the man fell face down as well.

“You bastard, there’s nothing in your arms. Put it away.”

Galdojin, wearing a gorgeous silk robe, looked at me with cold eyes.

A row of guest rooms lit by orange lanterns hanging from the ceiling.

It was a place under the management of the Sungyeojimun (崇餘地門) that was subject to the thirteen thousand female spirits.

Galdojin was the first guardian of the Sungyeojimun, and the nickname Hyeopgeom was a nickname that the Sima Weido members used when praising themselves.

“… … .”

The guests who had silenced their voices played with their spoons in silence. At some point, due to repeated crop failures, the protection of the Daejongnampa disappeared.

In this day and age, the status of those who buy food from inns cannot be ordinary. At least, they are not so much interested in the fights that often occur.

A sturdy subordinate carried out the order.

The unconscious man was dragged out.

The boy next to Galdojin snickered. He had a blue hero’s hat over his black and white eyes, and he looked like a black martial artist who suited him quite well.

He was also the younger brother of Galdojin Sasaroi.

The boy opened his mouth.

“Hasn’t the number of walk-in meals increased?”

“Speak straight. There are a lot of rice-eaters. Shameless.”

Galdojin answered with an indifferent face.

The boy, So Yu-rang, a small swordsman from Xi’an, laughed.

“Why did you let him go alive? He was a guy who tried to taste delicacies at the Seoan Jeil Gakjan without a single penny. You should have broken his limbs… … What should I do? Can I kill him? While I’m at it, I should sharpen my sword.”

“I told you to go out and kill him. So that the nobles wouldn’t lose their appetite.”

“Why… … ?”

“Aren’t there a lot of people who urinate because they’re sick? Cleaning up costs money too. Time is money.”

“Oh, that’s right. Soje’s thoughts were short-sighted. It’s because I’ve been obsessed with Jongnam’s martial arts lately.”

“Pay special attention to your training. The Master is looking after your situation.”

“I’m going to get a callus on my ear.”

“You crazy bastard. The Nine Yangs of One Style that you were given is a martial art that the Sword Dragon of the Jongnam faction considered a sacred art. If this incident had not happened, it would have been unthinkable to even include it in one’s knowledge. So, instead of thinking about the damned gamble, shouldn’t you focus only on increasing your achievements?”

“Please don’t text me. I don’t want anyone to think I’m a bachelor who has returned to the countryside.”

“This guy?”

The Sapa warriors talked about the legacy of the sword that was restored together with the Iphwangseong Island and the Jongnam Swordsman.

Even though the Jongnam clan was established throughout Shaanxi, no one said anything.

The ecosystem of Seoan changed drastically starting with the destruction of the Jongnam faction.

The underlings of the Paegeomjong and Yeo-ryeong came rushing in. They intervened in all vested interests, including the stores around the Sangdae and Pyo-guk and the Gwan-do.

Even the officials, including the local officials and county magistrates, were tempted by the wealth. Anything that could be provided in a famine was precious. Even the upright and honest officials had no choice but to give in.

The order in Xi’an was newly solidified. It happened in an instant.

The sight of those who were now silently absorbed in their meal was proof of this. There were a few unmanned people sitting here and there between the merchants and the common people, but no one raised their head.

It was the same until the winter wind blew in through the gap in the guest room door that was suddenly opened again.

Wheeeeee―

There was a figure standing in the transparent air. It seemed like he had more weight than he could see. The sound of his footsteps was strangely loud.

Damn it.

He was a boy who had grown to a fairly large height.

Her long, drooping eyelashes cast shadows. Her features were sharp and picturesque, and she had a strangely calm aura.

Then the door slammed shut with a squeak. The black veil covering the guest’s ankles billowed behind him.

A plain white sleeve was briefly revealed beneath the outer garment worn around the neck, then hidden.

“Welcome!”

Even though it was winter, Jeom So-i, wearing brown hemp clothes, came out. She was watching the conversation between Hyeopgeom and Seoan So-hyeop with familiarity from a corner.

“Don’t you have a companion? It’s a tough world to travel alone.”

Jeomsoi, who was smiling alone, asked in a secretive tone.

It sounded strange. The atmosphere in the guest house was subdued. Everything seemed familiar in Xi’an.

It was close to a lawless zone where the meaning of the Great Rule had disappeared.

“Three more people are coming. I told them they couldn’t sleep here, so I told them to find a place to stay.”

The stranger answered coolly.

Jeomsoi nodded with a deep smile.

“The great heroes of Sungyeojimun are staying here. Thanks to them, our inn is still renowned as a world-class delicacy.”

“Is there any room available?”

Soyurang’s eyebrows twitched as she watched from afar. The Sungyeojimun was connected to the nearby 13,000-strong Daehangmun sect.

The dignity he possessed was great. It meant that he was not a person who would be ignored by a wanderer who met him for the first time.

“What is the first appearance in Gangho?”

Soyourang clenched her fist once and then unclenched it.

Gal Do-jin, who noticed his younger brother’s slight anger, didn’t say anything.

Soyurang, who combined the Dragon’s Nine-Yang Eclipse, is worthy of being called the strongest of his generation in Shaanxi. It was enough for him to silently observe the wanderer wearing the wind-clothed robe.

‘You look quite neat. Your complexion is good and you don’t look thin. That means you’ve eaten well.’

Galdojin thought. What a rare sight.

A nobleman from a noble family came out in hiding.

It is hard to know the reason. If it was a trivial reason, then the force would have been useless, but if it was a serious reason, then just like hiding one’s identity, the martial arts would have been hidden.

Disciples who received secret orders from the great sect were skilled at hiding their inaction until the very end.

Damn it.

At that time, Soyourang was walking briskly towards the guest.

The warriors of Sima Weido, who had their own domain, were closer to beasts than humans. They strictly followed the law of the jungle.

He is an outsider because he prioritizes the sword in his hand over the Great Law, and he is an evil spirit because he uses the sword as a means of venting his emotions.

To the eyes of a person who takes the Four Books and Three Classics as common sense, he does not appear to be a human being.

Soyurang’s personality was the same. It was extremely strange.

He approached the boy in the wind who was drinking the water that Jeomsoi had given him without hesitation. He smiled brightly at the sight of the man who didn’t even pretend to see him.

Anyone who did not respect the dignity of the Xi’an Sapa was not a guest but an intruder. So Yu-rang, with the corners of her lips raised, followed the words and actions of her brother-in-law, Gal Do-jin.

“Your speech and conduct are against the rules of the West Bank. The moment you drink all that water, you will definitely be taught by me. I think I should start by breaking your neck… … .”

at that time.

It was from the lips of the intruder who raised his glass.

Saaaaa―

The wooden cup began to crumble. The soft dust scattered like an orange lantern, like an illusion. It broke into small pieces until it reached the fingertips that held the cup.

It was as if the sunset had been brought to him by his smooth, callused fingers. It was a sight so natural that it seemed foreign.

It was when Soyourang’s footsteps stopped.

“what.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had burst the water glass, spat out briefly.