Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 277

Muwi (5)

Sabak.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who was walking, glanced at the new sword master.

He put his mouth on the level of the eye. He probably wasn’t talking about the monkey’s crooked gaze.

The new sword master of Ip Hwang Seong. Jeong Yeon Shin respected her only direct superior to the utmost.

It is still difficult to figure out how he pulled out the invisible sword of light that he showed when he killed Namgung Gaju.

“You don’t have to give me something easy.”

“Giuda, you seem like a reckless guy. You can look forward to it.”

The new sword master smiled faintly.

That was when.

“This is it.”

A clear voice rang out from above. It was the voice of the famous guide, and I knew it without even having to hear it.

That was why a halo of light filled my eyes. My vision opened up through the bushes.

lake.

The moonlight was fully present. Not even a single gentle ripple could be seen.

Before we knew it, the winter air had died down.

A fresh spring breeze came in. The huge moonlight seemed to paint the water with blue paint.

It was a calm zone. The faintly blowing wind blew behind Jeongyeonshin’s back as if paying respect.

“Go in first. The main character will be lying down and sleeping. The water energy is very divine, so I need to start by refining the energy in this body. I don’t have any interest in seeing a man’s naked body.”

The new sword master immediately lay down on the spot. He closed his eyes without paying any attention to whether the guide left or not.

Jeong Yeon-shin nodded silently and took off her uncle’s long robe and military uniform.

Sarak.

The upper body wrapped in bandages was revealed. There were still bloodstains here and there.

The marks left by the masters’ swordsmen were not easily recovered. This was because the true energy was so powerful.

Then, Jeong Yeon-shin’s hand, which was about to take off the bandage, suddenly stopped.

‘It’s a gaze. There are more than one or two.’

I felt eyes on me from all sides. It was accompanied by a very dense atmosphere.

I thought it was a dark battle.

No. It was closer to Jeongjong than Sima Oedo. It was the internal energy of the Cheonjumun. The form of the energy wave was familiar.

Perhaps because they were from a rural sect, they did not hide their curious nature at all, but the upper part of their heads sensed their curiosity.

It seemed like he wanted to see how the flesh was woven. Was the common sense of the noble sect different from that of the outside world?

‘Outrageously.’

Jeong Yeon-shin narrowed her eyes and walked towards the lake. Only then did the presence of the Ming Clan masters disappear one by one.

The sound of splashing rose from my ankles to my thighs. It was the moment when the soft water hugged my lower back.

Suddenly.

Thump—

The halo of the heart beat.

‘The Lord’s… …?’

When Jeongyeonshin’s lips opened slightly, a faint wave of light spread across the moonlit lake.

* * *

A space where tree trunks hang freely.

“The children were very interested.”

“That would be great. How long has it been since you welcomed an outsider?”

The walls on all sides are dark brown.

Five people were sitting around a round tree trunk, surrounded by vines and leaves that cast a soft glow.

There were two old men with wrinkles in their eyes, and Munju Cheongbohwa, a man and woman with young appearances.

While the old man and woman were talking, the man and woman of the lower rank would chime in.

“The martial arts of that child named Shin So-bin were the best. With that kind of body, how could she have such strong fists… I wanted to ask how she could use her fists. Without any brains. Her movements were very refined.”

“You must be a blood relative of the Ip Hwang Shin family. Didn’t Nan Song’s fighting spirit break with just one blow of the sword? They say that the Ip Hwang Seong warriors who have experienced real combat are like a single sword, but I didn’t know that they would be defeated by such a young child. The waves that swayed in an instant from a straight line… They control the wind with their feet.”

The whispering sounds flowed out like a gentle breeze.

“I think it’s a method of erupting the meridian in a straight line from the wing bone, probably Cheonjonghyeol (天宗穴). The knots embedded in the veins are known only to Ma Gwang-ik and Ma Gwang-ik-ju, but it seems like a powerful attack that would be difficult to master if you’re training your body to an average level.”

“Anyone can come up with an idea… but isn’t it a masterpiece when the idea is fully realized through martial arts?”

“That’s true, but it’s embarrassing to even mention it for a second. Nansong will sharpen the Yeondocheonsanggeom, so before they leave, I’ll get revenge… … .”

“Our Elder Kwon speaks like a Han Chinese. I thought he had forgotten those he had formed friendships with during the Great Battle of Mingjiao, but it seems that those from the secular world have awakened the Elder’s spirit.”

“ma’am…….”

It was a place for debate and discussion.

They didn’t argue pointlessly. They discussed the essence of the martial arts they had seen in the morning.

Each of them showed a rare expression of great interest, while keeping their expressions of indifference.

“It was called Gwangyegyeol. That one was more surprising. Isn’t Gyeol originally a name given to a martial art with a large flow? It was worthy of that martial art. Gugyeol, which is a force that is gained by the collision of light waves… It would be hard to dream of even with a fairly sophisticated operation of true energy. If you only look at the details of the path of energy, it would be no less than the martial arts of the old school. I’m so, so curious about its secrets.”

“That’s right. It has a level of perfection that is difficult to achieve with just a little inspiration. The flow of the accumulated waves was amazing. All kinds of martial arts were mixed in.”

“Madam, at this point, it is worth discussing something else. I have seen that the behavior of the current Ma Gwang-ikju reflects our clan’s manners. He must not have been black from birth, so Cheongmyeong must have told him. Then, he cannot be considered an outsider. I think it would be appropriate to ask for the main text’s long-held wish… … .”

“Elder Kwon, that’s not it. Even though the facial features of Ma Gwang-ik-ju are rare in the world, his ears are clearly curved. He is not qualified. He is not worthy of being handed over to an outsider in the first place. Also, Cheong-myeong is an excommunicated person.”

“… Okay, I understand. Anyway, I wonder where Cheongmyeong is. I can’t feel any energy from where he lives.”

“I’m at Cheongsu’s grave. I bet you miss your younger brother.”

It was when a young, black-haired man answered.

Moonju Cheongbohwa’s lips opened.

“You must not call the names of the excommunicated persons carelessly. This is the end of the matter of Iphwangseong. Let’s freely discuss martial arts, but let’s make sure that no one speaks to those who have abandoned the principles of the text. It is not enough to be on guard against dark battles. The recent situation is not normal.”

“The flow of nature outside is strange. You have to keep in mind the unprecedentedly large crab, the ten-mile-long killing… … .”

“… Another certain death has come. They must have noticed that we have welcomed a distinguished guest. We should not consider the new sword master and the magician as available forces.”

“I understand, Moon-ju.”

The man bowed his head.

“How many days do you plan on opening the lake?”

The woman in the row below asked. It was Gigeomhyang, who also had black hair.

Even after being defeated by Taeyeonryong, he attended the meeting. He was holding down the wounded Mingchi Erim with his hand.

“Until the two of them start behaving naturally.”

Ki-geom-hyang’s eyes widened.

“Are you talking about a complete recovery? I know it never happened.”

“I am impressed by the humble character of Magwangikju. Such a character with such qualities is extremely rare. I have never seen it in the secular world.”

“ah.”

“Everything he said was sincere. His praise for Nansong and Geomhyang was no exception. I didn’t sense a single word of sweet talk to win favor.”

The wrinkled corners of Cheongbohwa’s mouth formed a small curve.

She glanced over the masters in the meeting room.

“I bet you felt the same way.”

The elders in the meeting room nodded their heads. There were stories that confirmed Jang Moon-in’s words. The old woman who had been talking about qualifications also said the same thing.

“Well, the current Ma Gwang-ikju deserves the courtesy he received.”

It was when she finished speaking.

Suddenly, the bushes inside the room swayed turbulently. An urgent cry erupted from outside.

“The birds of Xia Xian and Mei Xiang are dead! Arrows! Arrows with a ray of light! You must come out and see!”

* * *

There are spirits raised by noble clans.

The beasts were incomparably intelligent. The intelligence of the beasts raised with divine secret arts was comparable to that of humans.

He was spiritually connected to the masters of the famous clan who had raised him. If the master who had raised him since birth had different orders, he would die together with them.

One of them disappeared. The next day, the other drone did not return.

It continued. They were all experts in charge of scouting the mountainside. They were either found pierced by arrows or died peacefully in the village.

The number of people who do not return has increased rapidly since the visit of Shingeomdanju and Magwangikju.

There is no room for speculation. The Catholic Church had a nemesis.

It was a dark battle, a great sect of dark clans, those who were difficult to call bright.

The orphaned nobles entered battle formation.

“It happens often that a few guys get lucky and come in… but it feels like there are a lot more of them now.”

“It’s getting dark. Be careful.”

“After one meal, their morale is several levels higher than ours.”

Each of them took out their swords and bows, and constantly surrounded themselves with waves of energy. No one paid any attention to Ip Hwang-seong and his party.

The cool breeze that had been blowing became as cold as a winter wind. The frost even reached the stone house where Ma Gwang-ik was staying.

The dwellings of the super swordsmen, carved out of rock and built like castle walls, were located in a shabby manner.

“It’s a mess.”

Heonwonchang muttered as he sat on the stone wall and tapped the wall with his heels.

The end of the hero’s sword fluttering at the back of his head lacks the usual cheerfulness. It was right after he lost to Cheonju’s Gi-geom-hyang.

Sabak.

His jet-black hair blew beside him. Shin So-bin had stepped over the wall. She immediately opened her mouth.

“If you call us your nemesis, how can it be something that happens in a day or two? In the first place, there is no reason to worry about the Catholic Church. The problem is Wonchang Senior’s impression. Yang Guifei Blue is so gloomy that I don’t like the sight of him.”

“It’s Heonwon.”

“Smile a little. Don’t be so gloomy because you lost once.”

“Lost once? Our great lord has never lost. Even I, lost to Gwangye-gyeol. I tarnished the name of Ma Gwang-ik.”

“All we want from Daeseolgeom is lip service?”

“The sewer is making a fuss.”

A faint smile appeared on Heonwonchang’s lips.

The door of the house. The branch.

Strong bonds and martial arts secrets bind people together. Ma Gwang-ik is getting closer to the unified school of Seomye Mu-maek.

They were linked together like four brothers, led by Daeju Jeongyeonshin, so it was a relationship that could become stronger than blood relations in the harsh world of martial arts.

“Has the Lord told you something about Wonchang? He lives by the lake, and it feels like it’s been a long time since I’ve seen him. Can you at least show me your face?”

“That was the gamble.”

“I can’t go see it. What if I see the Lord naked?”

“Pretending to be in trouble? It looks like you want to go see me.”

Shin So-bin didn’t respond and just smiled. Heon Won-chang shook his head and opened his mouth again.

“Don’t let your guard down too much. This place is different from the vast and formidable Great Wall of Blood. The formation isn’t watertight. It’s not a solid wall, but rather a camouflage to distract people.”

“I thought something was strange. He said it was a trick and was very cautious.”

“It seems that a few of them actually invade periodically. They say that the ancestral clans have deep ties to each other, but the fighting here is full of madness. I can feel it. The killing spirit is tremendous.”

“Senior Cheongmyeong’s younger brother got caught up in it. Come to think of it, Senior Magum hasn’t come in at all either… … Anyway, what’s the great lord doing?”

“The chief and the chief were talking nonstop while recovering. It didn’t seem like they were exchanging ordinary words.”

“Huh… …? Does the Great Lord receive special teachings from the New Sword Master? Has that ever happened?”

“That’s right. None.”

Heonwonchang nodded coolly.

* * *

The vision of the dark night battle group, Son Sang-myeong, was broad.

He was born into a noble clan. His perspective was completely different from that of the Han Chinese masters of the same level.

Even if there was no difference in the skill of the hand movements after having the same level of internal energy, he could handle two or three people. Given the distance, he could even fight ten people.

Hwaaaaak―!

The Dark Sky Archer Ghost, Son Sang-myeong, ran. Even though he was running at full speed, all that could be heard was the sound of grass rustling underground.

The vast field of vision was constantly narrowing. It was a world of speed that was only allowed to their clan. The fundamentals of the mind were different.

He laughed as he ran.

Finally, he was chosen.

He entered the village founded by the traitors of the clan. It was time to punish those who had fallen from grace.

‘I told you to look from the lake.’

I had to pinpoint the target of the absolute secret ten-mile killing and cover him with incense. I didn’t think about what would happen after that.

He said that it would be difficult to approach without weapons. The moment you spread the scent of pursuit, you might die.

It’s okay. It was a mission to inflict death on such a person. If you smell the divine scent, you become a target of the archery formation that covers the vast distance.

The ten-mile arrow fired by Bong-gong will never miss.

A secret technique that raised the level of dark warfare to thirteen thousand.

Over the generations, they have killed several black-haired people from the Iphwangseong clan. The reputation of being the best assassination sect has continued like this.

‘There will be a great ending.’

Sabak.

The next moment, my vision widened.

The scent of water mixed with the moonlight flowing through the silence. It was a wide lakeside. The back of a woman with black ears was reflected.

Her golden hair fell down to her back. She looked like she was peeking ahead.

There is no reason to avoid it. I don’t want to. It is also inefficient.

Saaaaa―

‘A lowly clan.’

Son Sang-myeong rushed to kill her. The energy from the Yongcheon point on the sole of her foot secretly enveloped the ground, and the wind brushing past her eyes became gentle.

The dagger that was pulled out from his arms was caught with a reverse movement. It was a silent and elegant dexterity.

In an instant, he was within arm’s length. The woman’s back grew larger in his sight.

Phew.

His body jerked to a halt just before he emerged.

Suddenly the moonlight seemed to have grown darker. Something caught my eye.

A presence suddenly became clear. A quiet presence was felt not far ahead. He slowly raised his head.

In the middle of a lake covered in soft moonlight.

Crackle, crackle.

With every step I took, the transparent water spread out in concentric circles. I was stepping on the bluish moonlight on the lake’s surface.

Her black hair, which seemed to reach down to her shoulder blades, swayed in the wind, accompanied by a creepy, self-righteous sound.

He had a strange prayer on his young face. He had a very dense air power. It seemed like he was saying that he was the only one under the sky.

Son Sang-myeong’s field of vision widened up and down. He opened his eyes wide without thinking.

‘Climbing up and crossing the river… …!’

A boy walked across the full moon.