Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 274

Muwi (2)

The Hwangseong party followed Cheongbohwa into the fortress of bushes. Only Jeongyeonshin walked alongside her.

After looking over me with his familiar eyes for a while, he tacitly allowed me to sit next to him.

“You may be invited right away, but either way, you are welcome.”

Catholic scriptures.

It was called Munpaija Village.

As was secretly known, it was very wide.

It seems as if the vast expanse of mountains is all used as a clan, and a divine feeling permeates the entire land that stretches out endlessly.

It was like that from the vivid blue leaves fluttering in the wind in the middle of winter. It felt like a dreamy texture.

It would have been difficult to even set foot in a place like this if you weren’t a high-ranking official of Ip Hwang Seong.

‘Soolbeopjin.’

Jeongyeonshin felt the mysterious energy on her skin and scanned the area with both eyes. It was like a wide, spreading breeze that wrapped itself around her in a translucent manner.

The leaves of the surrounding old trees were fluttering faintly, creating a spectacular view.

It is a similar function to the Blood Flame Spirit Jin that hid the Blood Flame Cult headquarters.

It was darker than I felt at the entrance to the mountain. If it was like this, it would be hard to find.

Even the Kaifeng and Haomen were unable to obtain information about the Catholic Church.

He slowly moved his lips away.

“I heard that the Dark Field Army is digging up this mountain. Is that true?”

“It’s always been like that. We have a deep-rooted ill-fated relationship with those people that goes back to our ancestors. They are people who are difficult to get along with by nature. They should be called a dark tribe, not a noble tribe.”

The head of the Catholic Church, Cheong Bo-hwa, answered. She was walking as if she was floating in the air, stepping on the tips of the blades of grass.

Even though his great-grandson, Cheongmyeong, was walking behind him, he didn’t look back even once.

Cheongmyeong clasped his hands on the back of his head, seemingly indifferent.

The swordsman’s veins rippled blue above the slightly flowing blue sleeves.

“A Bimu-ra who can compare to Dokmunmu-gong… … If it’s not the Great Master, then I can’t believe it. Since we’ve come this far, we should go beyond the lake. I don’t know if our children can do well.”

Shin So-bin moved her thin eyelashes up and down.

“Across the lake? Why?”

“My younger brother is lying down. His name is Cheongsu. He is the complete opposite of our great lord. He is very lively. Well, he is quite similar in that he is very affectionate.”

“Huh? I haven’t heard that Senior Magum has a younger sibling.”

“It’s a story about a grave. It’s been about ten years. I went out on a reconnaissance mission and was defeated by a master of archery in a dark battle. It’s called “10-Li One-Sale”, and it’s a martial art where it’s hard to pinpoint the source of a single attack. It was so similar to a ray of light that no one could catch it.”

“ah.”

It was when Shin So-bin kept her mouth shut.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who was walking ahead, pretended to be calm and opened her lips.

“Who is the villain? He must be a master.”

“I spoke for nothing. Our great lord, there is strength in his eyes… … It looks like he hasn’t caught it yet.”

Cheongmyeong didn’t speak easily. She glanced at the back of her great-grandmother, Cheongbohwa, and then closed her mouth.

It’s a matter of blood relations, so it’s difficult to force an answer.

The nickname Cheong-an-mageom may have originated from the hand that was used to avenge his younger brother.

The Blue Masters of Iphwangseong can often receive solo missions and rewards, so they may have trained all over the martial arts world to deal with the masters of Amyajeon, one of the best assassin groups in the martial arts world.

It felt like I had gotten a glimpse into the inner self of a senior swordsman who had approached me mysteriously.

Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly had a gut feeling. The recovery would not be smooth. The blood vessels and muscles in her entire body seemed to be sinking even heavier.

“Your Majesty, I am curious as to why you did not ask for support from Iphwangseong.”

He asked.

The old man of the famous clan who had been listening silently opens his mouth.

“Are you receiving help from those who have made the value of pure bloodline meaningless? That won’t do. Our connection with Ip Hwang Sung will only grow weaker. That’s why it’s becoming increasingly difficult to find traces of our clan among them.”

Cheongbohwa’s voice sounded like a song with a heavy heart. It continued with strength.

“The Seongju no longer creates new martial arts, and the clans that have taken root in unfamiliar lands do not create new ones but rather refine the old ones of the Han people. I am talking about the old martial arts that trampled on the powerless clans during the founding of the country.”

“I guess you attach great significance to martial arts.”

It was a temperament that did not really resonate with Jeongyeonshin. To him, martial arts was nothing more than a means to extend his life.

Even though he was able to enjoy learning through his natural talents, he could not forget his true nature. It couldn’t be otherwise.

Cheongbohwa laughed softly.

“In addition, isn’t the hand and foot of the Ip Hwang Seong seriously lacking? Since the leader of the Shin Geum Dan is in that state, you can guess the situation there. The power of the 17th Shin Geum Dan must be declining. Didn’t you come to the main office to hasten the recovery of the leader? And you too.”

Suddenly, I glance at the young Daeju.

The old woman was very tall and walked with her back straight, and her eyes were so deep that it was difficult to fathom.

The fact that he was constantly flashing powerful aerodynamics with his eyes did not seem to be completely tyrannical. The head of the old clan sect was like an old tree.

Jeongyeonshin saw a wounded typhoon in her blue eyes. It was a vortex split into pieces.

‘Ordinary perfection won’t catch my eye.’

Ma Gwang-ik-ju thought about it. Could the martial arts he had created so far surpass the standards of the Heavenly Sword?

While he felt the unusually lively presence of Shin So-bin and Heon Won-chang walking behind him, he faced the task of recovery and dark battle.

* * *

“Bonggong (奉公). The gate of Cheonju has opened once.”

“Have you tried feeling the veins?”

“Yes. I think we’ll be able to find it in the near future.”

“Put the Thunder Bow Squad on standby. We’ll hit those who come out again.”

“Your Majesty, if you are not careful, you might be caught by the eyes of the Emperor.”

“A time of famine, a time of chaos. This is the time when their information power is at its weakest.”

“… the rain under the bridge was excessive.”

“Yes. Why were they able to operate the Seventeen Singeomdan without any problems? It was because they used different sources from the government offices than the rascals and commoners. Government offices and post stations spread all over the world.”

“… … .”

“However, officials in times of famine cannot become upright officials who are not swayed by threats and bribes from local factions. Officials who are not greedy for wealth and have clean conduct only appear in times of peace, so the recent Ip Hwang-seong is no different from a blind swordsman. They know this too, so they swing their seventeen swords around like fools. They are just ridiculously large.”

“The Catholic Church usually opens its doors only to those who have entered the kingdom. Perhaps the leader of the Shingeomdan, who was completely wounded, was escorted there. A high-ranking official who escorted him may have come with him… … .”

“I’m thinking about Magwangikju.”

“Then we must approach more secretly. There were many masters who died at the hands of the Magwangikju of the time. In Sichuan and Shaanxi, it was said that there were many stories of great strength beyond their years.”

“I heard. He is the one who created and uses his own magical martial arts. It is said that the Guibai Divine Sword and the Shaanxi First Horse were unable to overcome the opposing true energy and were thus brought down to lowly status.”

“You should also consider the place where the leader of the Yeo-ryeong died. He killed the former chief guardian and the Suwangmunju in one place. It is said that he even went on a triumphal march in Yangyang to announce his achievements… … Judging from his past actions, he seems to be a master whose arrogant personality is more of a strength than a flaw.”

“Form a Thunder Flower Bow Formation. If you gather your energy for more than ten days, I will take your energy and kill you ten li away.”

* * *

The noon sun was dazzling.

The sunlight was quietly streaming into the wide-open flower garden, and the old trees surrounding it like a castle wall made it a green place.

“… … .”

There was only silence, even though there were many people present.

Thirty or so unmanned Catholic churches.

There is no one who is not an expert.

Men, women, and children, standing on the branches of extremely tall trees, arms folded or with their hands behind their backs, boys and girls leaning their backs against the tree trunks so that they have to bend their heads to look up… … .

It seemed that the technique of raising silkworms had been developed, and they wore high-quality silk clothes of various colors, and each had ears like the blades of a divine sword.

The sight of their whole bodies swept by the wind was also impressive. The hems of their clothes were constantly fluttering.

No one said a word.

As if he had figured out all the circumstances, he just stared blankly down at the group of people who had come to Ip Hwang-seong.

The sound of the waves rolling down the valley and the gentle breeze caressing the grass were particularly distinct.

“Put that down and come here.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said.

As if Tae-Yeom-Ryong, who was behind him, had been waiting, he put down the palanquin of the new sword master and came back. He was with Heon-Won-Chang, who was holding the handle at the back.

Even then, the sound of snoring could be heard faintly. The purple swordsman who was considered the best in the world was alone and peaceful.

“Because I believe in the Lord.”

Shin So-bin, who had her shoulder pressed against Dae-ju’s elbow, whispered softly.

The ends of her long braided hair tickled Jeongyeonshin’s arm, and he felt envious rather than flinched. It seems that Sobin’s stormy days have not yet arrived.

‘It’s good to be young.’

Jeong Yeon-shin opened her mouth after calculating that she had a little over two years left to live.

“Sobin, you’re first.”

At the same time, her clear eyes, which had reacted with a start, looked up at Jeongyeonshin.

“I guessed. What should I show you?”

“As you wish.”

Magwangikju ordered.

Shin So-bin, who had been cheering, strides forward.

The sunlight rippled through her hair, which swayed in a single strand, and a hazy mist began to rise from beneath her feet as she stepped on the bushes. It was a sign of the coming of the Hwanikbo.

She inherited the orthodox martial arts of Jeongyeonshin.

He uses his innate sense to apply his individual martial arts skills to the right places.

The magic sword technique that exploits the enemy’s weakness is only used at decisive moments, as long as the senses are followed, it is known to be more suitable for one-on-one life-or-death situations.

The combined power of both sides was used only in group battles. It was a talent that allowed it to be used that way.

“The era of the great masters is over.”

A few people also came out from the Catholic Church. Cheongbohwa was in the middle.

“Master Dharma, Jang Sam-bong, Cheonma… … .”

She continued speaking slowly.

“It is an era where those who revere the old scoff and ridicule the new. It has been like this since the founding of the nation. The spirit of our ancestors was embodied in their martial arts, and they coveted the beauty of our clan. Regardless of gender. That is why we have decided to reject the old martial arts and no longer accept their culture. It is an old decision.”

“I see a lot of contradictions.”

The silent Jeong Yeon-shin pointed out calmly. Cheong Bo-hwa nodded.

“All that remains is stubbornness and martial arts. However, even those are traditions of the text. If we are an eyesore to a great master like you, you can tear apart the knowledge of the text with the martial arts created by your hands.”

Then her wrinkled fingers pointed far behind her.

“That is the thickest trunk in the world. The Heavenly Pillar. The sacred pillar of heaven. The lake you desire is beneath it.”

Earlier, Jeong Nan-song, a priest of Cheongmyeong, spoke of a ‘sacred pillar.’

That wasn’t an exaggeration.

Jeongyeonshin suddenly realized something. At the same time, she felt a shock that made her eyes brighten.

What I had mistaken for the sky until then was actually a vast blue tree trunk that stretched out endlessly, filling my field of vision.

At this moment, it covered the entire valley. It was not brown, but a transparent, waving shell that pretended to be the sky.

“I will look at the martial arts, not the person. The level of perfection of the martial arts.”

Cheongbohwa took a few steps back.

And then a man named Cheongmyeong’s priest stepped forward. A man with long dark green hair. A swordsman named Jeong Nansong.

He didn’t look at Shin So-bin, who was right in front of him. He stared at Jeong Yeon-shin with his blue eyes.

“I heard you are that dissident’s superior.”

“right.”

Ma Gwang-ik answered with his arms crossed. At that moment, a cold light flashed through Jeong Nan-song’s eyes.

“You have a sword that is too hard to handle. That man named Cheongmyeong is so sharp that he can even cut through trust between people. I have been training for a long time to break that man’s sword, but I still don’t have the confidence.”

“I see.”

“I will measure your martial arts by this girl’s martial arts. Originally, there were many things contained in the Dokmun martial arts, so I will be able to gauge your capacity and nature. Our clan’s eyes are different from your Han people’s.”

“Even without that, I can sense that your martial arts skills are great. You have worked very desperately to create the true energy of Anbeop, and judging by the sense of balance radiating from the Yongcheon points on both feet, you have clearly sharpened your mind like a sword. It is an amazing single-minded thought. This great lord has broadened his horizons.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said in a somewhat admiring tone.

It was thanks to my nephew that I learned to have compassion for the dull.

Naturally, the efforts of the servants became apparent, but it was as if monkeys were talking.

To think that he could achieve such great training with such a blunt sense of handling the waves.

“Thank you for your words.”

Jeong Nan-song turned her head slightly and stuttered.

A cool breeze blew through the arena, surrounded by masters of the famous clan. It seemed to be a wave of energy stirred by the humility of the super master, Ma Gwang-ik-ju.

Preparations for the rain were made in a slightly warmer atmosphere.

“Let’s start.”

It was right after the head of the Catholic Church of God spoke with a smile on his face.

Shin So-bin, who was glaring at Jeong Nan-song with narrowed eyes, took the martial arts stance. She did so by stamping the ground with one foot.

thud!

A powerful jolt shook the underbrush. Deep vibrations spread in all directions, and the blades of grass swirled in all directions from beside her shoulder along with the arm she swung.

Hwaaaaak―!

The front is distorted. The career that was formed in one sharp blow is tearing the atmosphere apart through the fist.

Her neatly braided hair suddenly came loose and flew around in a jet-black style. Jeong Nan-song didn’t even have time to raise her sword.

The moment his eyebrows rose, a white fist struck his forehead. It was accompanied by streaks of light that scratched the air whitely.

bang!

Jeong Nan-song’s body was thrown backwards. The bushes were torn to shreds in the sharp, swirling wind.

As soon as the dull thud of the crash was heard, silence fell upon the valley.

It was a first thought.