Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 234

Sword (7)

The air was transparent. It was the time when the wind that had come over the wall seeped through the cracks in the door.

In the room where winter had crept in, Ma Gwang-ik-ju was sitting upright. His elbows were propped up on the armrests of the wooden chair, and he looked proud.

The way he lifted his chin loosely was also the same. Taeyeonryong, who had left the room earlier, pretended to admire him, saying that he was the incarnation of the storm and stress.

The world.

It is not something that can be easily said. The world of martial arts is very vast. All kinds of strange people and monsters with great strength live on the vast land.

Jeongyeon Shin also spoke in a semi-rough manner.

My knowledge is still limited. I haven’t even seen half of the thirteen thousand great sects. It would be difficult to have a major impact on the power structure of the thirteen thousand with the destruction of the mountain and river.

‘are you okay.’

It’s enough to just shake up the Xi’an area of Shaanxi Province.

The first step was to divert the attention of Sima Weidao in Xi’an by sabotaging them and make it easier for the silent Zheng Fang people to deal with them.

I wish the hidden Jeong-hye and Wi-ji-myo-hwa could breathe again. I hoped that would happen in terms of both martial arts and the situation.

“thanks.”

Jeong Yeon-sin once again expressed her gratitude to Jegal Cheong-ah.

This was after Tae-Yeom-Ryong and Heon-Won-Chang drove out the remaining followers of Sung-Yeo-Ji-Moon from the guest house.

The two men captured Galdojin and Soyurang. They confined them in a guest room after finding out the blood type, and allowed the annex to be used by the main character.

It was a car that arrived after running for about ten days from Iphwangseong.

―The arduous journey is bound to tire even the muscles of the unmanned crew. Let’s rest for a full day in the annex.

I fell asleep, leaving Taeyeonryong’s words behind.

The material of the bed was very good. The comforter embroidered with the ten symbols of longevity was soft as if it was filled with cotton.

It was a bed she used alone. Jeongyeonshin could curl up as much as she wanted. That was until she opened her eyes at dawn.

―Shouldn’t we start by extracting information? It’s hard to get news of the Thirteen Thousand’s rise to power from other places. It seems like all the managers have been bribed.

– A message has arrived for Senior Baek. Everyone has arrived safely and is dispersed. The Baeks are led by Sobin.

While Taeyeonryong went to interrogate the two Sapa guys, Heonwonchang went to get breakfast.

The two of them were people who had grown up preciously, no matter who looked at them. After getting a proper bed, their complexions brightened up.

And now.

The same goes for Jegal Qing’er, who sits across from Daeju at a red sandalwood table. His white face is full of life.

Even though it was her first time meeting the Great Lord alone, she had a calm expression. She swept her black hair, tied in sky-blue silk, down to the side of her neck, and Jeong Yeon-shin looked at her uncomfortably.

“No matter what… … .”

“yes?”

“It would be nice to be caught in a close combat. Is the effectiveness of the completed technique that outstanding?”

“… … .”

Jegal Qing’er blinked once, staring blankly at his master.

The expression on his face, which was difficult to read, was the same as before, just like Zhuge Liang. It seemed like he just couldn’t find the words to respond.

“no.”

Jeongyeonshin kept her mouth shut.

I don’t know why he lets his weaknesses be when his body is so dull. Is it because he’s become more worried since he took responsibility for Ma Gwang-ik?

It wasn’t just a pointless rant. It was Daejoo’s concern. If something big happened, his heart would be torn apart.

‘I’ll have to discuss it with Magwangiljo.’

The new mayor put his thoughts aside.

While I was learning the principles of Anbeop from Jegal Qing’er, there was a lot to learn. It was always the case when creating new martial arts, but Anbeop’s martial arts were particularly profound.

Perhaps it was because it was not a method of striking using the body. There were endless reasons to examine and reflect on it.

That was when.

Knock knock.

Heonwonchang opened the door with his toes and came in. He was holding the breakfast table with both hands. Ip Hwang-shin-hyeop said that he was also an expert in poison.

The streets of Xi’an are currently the headquarters of Sima Weidao, so he personally monitors Zhuo Xiaoyi and Shu Shu to check for poison.

“The food is safe. But… … .”

A large tray was placed in the center of the table.

Because of the famine, there was not much variety in the food. Only the bowls of Gungbogyejeong (stir-fried chicken) and Dosakmyeon (sliced noodles with wide noodles) gave off a fragrant aroma.

On top of that, Heonwonchang handed over a letter.

The scent of ink that had not yet dried was still lingering on the rolled up paper.

Jeongyeon Shin, who received it silently, raised her eyebrows. It was as if she had sensed the air wave approaching from outside.

The aerodynamic wave was quite strong, and its temperament was also very strong. I was thinking about catching it when it suddenly turned around.

Jeong Yeon-shin opened the letter.

―I won’t ask where you came from. At noon on the first day of the year, let’s fight at the foot of the Great Moon Gorge. The one who wins will retreat.

After skimming through the short text, he slowly moved his lips away.

“Be careful.”

Heonwonchang shrugged his shoulders.

“That’s right. You came here with such swagger, as if you were going to start a war.”

He is completely respectful in front of Zhuge Qing’er. Jeong Yeon-sin smiled faintly and stood up from her seat.

Damn it.

I headed straight to the window.

The room occupies the entire third floor, so the view is wide open. When I look down, I see people carrying bags, carrying poles, and carts behind them.

People were moving about busily. Even in a famine, the city was very lively. This must have been because the city was wealthy.

‘That’s why the number of Sapa strongmen has increased.’

Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes lowered. The shops and pavilions lining both sides of the vast highway came into view at a glance.

Even the swordsman walking from afar and her subordinates following her.

Sungyeojimunju, Chanmagyeom (濽魔劍) Wi Ilhwa.

It was just as its nickname, which meant spreading evil, suggested. An ominous energy was spreading through the wavy hair.

It was a strong, yet irregular wave. It was felt even from quite a distance away.

Jeongyeon Shin licked her lips as she looked out the window.

“Mokmi, please write for me.”

“yes.”

Zhuge Qing’er, who was called by his pseudonym, opened the Four Books of Study. He put ink on the inkstone and prepared a brush and paper.

It didn’t take long. I was ready to write in just a few breaths.

Jeongyeonshin leaned her body diagonally against the window.

‘Get up.’

The blood vessels that run from the sides of the neck to the pubic area flinched. They were the internal carotid arteries.

It was filled with a faint halo of energy along with the nerve stems. Even the veins that went straight to the eyeball and the brain were wrapped in energy waves.

Woof.

Jeongyeonshin used her energy very delicately.

It was a structure that circulated from the Cheongmyeong point on the temple to the Sa-Baek point under the eye, the Dongja-Ri point at the corner of the eye, and the Chan-Juk point between the eyebrows. The entire eyeball became hot.

Everything was supposed to converge on the Jeongsu-ri Baekhoe-hyeol point, but it was still at a stage where one had to worry about the Juhwa-ipma. This was because the organization of the energy was insufficient.

‘Inspection.’

A moment that carries the idea of insight and reflection.

A blurry image formed in my vision. The liveliness of people passing by the passage caught my eye. There was no particular shape.

It was just a feeling that the largest sensory organ in the body had become a little more sensitive, and it wasn’t like something previously unseen was being observed.

It must have been because the flow was not directed to the sensory passage of the Baekhoe point.

I opened my mouth without thinking.

“Nothing different from usual.”

“… … Other equipments feel the upheaval of body vision there. It takes decades of training to weave that kind of flow of energy.”

“It’s still not usable.”

Jeong Yeon-shin accepted Jegal Cheong-a’s words calmly.

She looked at Daejoo with green eyes and lowered her head again.

As she held the brush with her white fingers, a small wrinkle appeared between her straight eyebrows. Heonwonchang looked at her and raised the corners of his lips.

It was a smile that was elegant. Daeseolgeom had been the proxy writer of Pabakchongram, but he had lost his position to the famous writer Jegal Cheong-a.

“The writing of the monk, the way of using the body.”

The words of the great lord fell. Jegal Qing’er glanced at the figure leaning against the window with his arms crossed and began to write down.

“You use all your body muscles to walk. Your thigh muscles don’t rise high. There’s no part that sticks out, so it’s a secret nerve by nature. The center of gravity of the aerodynamic force is low, so if you change direction in a special way, you can easily lose your balance. I’ll tell you the direction. The acquired eight trigrams. Gam, Gon, Geon.”

“… … I wrote it.”

“Both arms are shaking slightly at the waist. Compared to the aerodynamic power of the flowing qi waves, they are quiet. You should be careful of surprise sword attacks. Since you have strengthened the extensor hamstrings and biceps of your right arm, you should be able to perform quick upward sword strikes, but the energy of the internal point of your wrist is not strong.”

“wait a minute.”

“…Is it okay?”

“yes.”

“You are a swordsman who believes in the blade’s foreboding and takes flashiness. If you strike the first blow with a strong sword, you can talk about a sure victory. It is not dangerous even if you decide to fight with one blow. I will explain the true energy structure of the Pahae Gyeongpa, so write it down separately.”

It was a voice with no fluctuations in tone. It came out very casually. The voice asking the question was also the same.

“Is there enough space? Anyone can figure out this much, but some people are obsessed with footnotes.”

“… … .”

A small crack appeared on Jegal Qing’s expressionless face. He raised his thick eyelashes slightly.

It was a moment that left me with no choice but to wonder. What kind of functions would the eye technique created by such a person have?

‘I don’t know.’

She put some strength into her lips and picked up the brush again.

* * *

‘That’s a monster.’

Chanmageom Wi Ilhwa quickened his pace.

I stepped back with the feeling that I had saved his life hundreds of times in Sima Wei Dao.

The Sungyeojimun was a branch of Yeo-ryeong. The information power of the thirteen thousand Yeo-ryeong was comparable to that of Gae-bong. The vision method was not ordinary and sophisticated.

She was granted the Dark Movement Time Transcending Technique by the Lady of the Forest. It was a peerless technique. She could truly be called a saint.

He looked through the leader with his jet-black eyes. It was a power close to clairvoyance. He looked through the walls and stone walls and examined the energy they held.

And then I immediately turned around. I calmed my heart, which was about to burst, with my internal breathing.

‘There is another person like that in the world… …!’

The density of the internal energy was incredible. It was astonishing.

I couldn’t examine his temperament. It wasn’t that he lacked the Dark Moon method. It was just the limitations of Wi Il-hwa.

If it was an achievement that could penetrate the hidden nature of the air power suppressed by the highest level, it would have united the Seoan martial arts world long ago.

She returned straight to the Bukmyeong Guesthouse.

He climbed up to the top cell in one go and sat on the throne. This was the stronghold he gained after driving out the Jongnam Sokgamun faction.

The throne of Wei Il-hwa was a chair carved from a single piece of ebony. The dark-colored armrests were extraordinary. It gave her the same sense of omnipotence as usual.

The king of Sima Weidao in Xi’an.

Saaaaa―

The cool sensation warms up in an instant.

The energy of heat flowed from his entire body. Sweat formed on the backs of the fifteen or so disciples kneeling in front of him.

Her slightly wrinkled eyes gently lowered. Wi Il-hwa nodded briefly. This is the throne.

“Send the signal. To all of Xi’an.”

She said.

“Whether it’s the Paegeom Sect or whatever, don’t discriminate between sects. Sobaekmun, Chamjeolgak, Daeryungwijinpa, Geommamun, Jongcheondomun, Hwiwolga… … Spread the word everywhere. An unrivaled master who is hard to defeat on his own has arrived.”

* * *

Three days passed.

The weather was fine. The lush mountains were covered in long early winter fog.

The grasses that had bowed their heads underground breathed in the hazy air.

A sight of clear sunlight in silence. The wild animals that had eaten their fill early were entering the deep forest.

The lakeside, noisy with the rush of the waterfall, was covered here and there with thin ice. On one of them stood a man wrapped entirely in a pitch-black robe.

It was the blood-saving medicine, Jinmyeongjo.

The sight of my steps on the rainbow-colored ice was stable.

Even though he was standing with only his heels together, he didn’t look at all in danger. It was his mind that was on the edge.

Jin Myeong-jo opened his lips with an expressionless face.

‘Damn it.’

I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I just made my mouth smaller.

I could feel the energy of my junior climbing the ridge. It was extremely vicious. The extremely fine energy of the magical energy was already tearing at my skin.

As a top player, I had a sharp sense, so it came across even more clearly. I didn’t get used to it. Rather, I was afraid.

Lately, the way he would occasionally flash his eyes was also very strange. It was embarrassing every time we met, but as a senior, I couldn’t show it.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure.

I screamed so loudly inside. It wasn’t just for a day or two.

Does the junior really not know? In fact, isn’t he enjoying everything? The new blood demon Jin Myeong-jo thought about all kinds of thoughts to himself, denied them, and thought about them again.

It was the dozenth time that the accident happened. Then it finally converged on one side. Just like it did over and over again.

Damn, I guess not.

‘He’s coming.’

He forced his lips together.

You shouldn’t just be drunk and expressionless.

The muscle group extending from the psoas major to the levator pubis was targeted for external training. There was a method for creating a noble prayer.

It was a manufactured coldness.

Before the junior’s head could fully rise to the ridge, Jinmyeongjo coldly nodded.

“You’re late.”