Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 291

Lotus (10)

At that time, Ma Gwang-ik-ju had never experienced friendship.

The two older brothers encouraged Shin Ya-hyun’s children to bully him.

He convinced the village chief that the chief would tolerate it as long as the incident that would bring shame to the village chief was not widely known.

That was right. It really happened.

Jeongyeonshin would avoid the place whenever peers who had not learned martial arts would secretly pick a fight with her or shun her.

Even if he was a third-rate martial artist, he was a breakaway from the martial arts world. There were many rumors, however vague, that the great swordsmen of the martial arts world did not harass the common people with their martial arts skills.

Since his mother was also a martial artist, he could not fight with the villagers as a member of the Jeongga clan. Even if she could not protect him from Sima Oedo.

My brothers laughed at me. They said I was weak. They said I had no spirit, unlike someone who ate his mother.

It was a distant story now. At the same time, it was an unforgettable fact.

The Dano Festival swing that I was bullied into not being able to ride with others remained in my heart even after I ascended to the black rank of Iphwangseong.

I realized this anew while riding on the fan of Seonryong Jegalhyeon.

―It is a principle that you must seize the first move even if you have to throw away a stone, and this first move also means ‘important meaning.’ It is a teaching that you must clearly distinguish between low and high value. Cheonggi-rin abandoned the guise of Namgung Sogaju and took the unmanned Namgung Sejin. In the end, he became a noble swordsman.

He taught me how to play baduk and laid the foundation for the Geomryeoseomryung style.

He stepped on his school’s line and tore through the bones and flesh of Gwibaeksingeom, the evil mastermind of the Jeongga clan.

It was a favor I had never received even from my direct blood relatives.

While the majority of the Murim Alliance was reluctant to accept Ma Gwang-ik-ju, Jegal Hyeon taught Jeong Yeon-sin, who had defeated his close friend Cheong Gi-rin, the principles of baduk and life.

He was a great warrior. He was like Namgung Sejin.

If I were to pick a hero who had made friends outside of Iphwangseong, I would say that if there was a proper older brother, it would be Seonryong.

I felt a certain favor.

So I feel lost at this moment.

I recalled the feelings I had when I saw the corpses of the servants when the Jeong family was destroyed. It was not my intention, but it turned out that way.

To Jeong Yeon-shin, Seon-ryong was a symbol of negotiation without a price.

‘Peace be with you.’

The rope that had been hanging on her heart broke. It was the moment she realized that Jegal Hyun had died suddenly.

Magwangikju decided to deviate from the set mission route. As a black member of the Shingeomdan, he had the discretion to do so.

“… If the disciples of Wolseongmun appear, stop them. You can reveal your identity at any time. Also, do not confront the Ungajeilkwon except for Hwangbo Mangnani.”

Jeong Yeon-shin lowered her outstretched hand into the air and gave an order. Her tone was dry.

Saaaaa―

It was right after the sky was filled with the light waves of the Neungbeop Gwangryungi. It was using the secret method of the salt river created by Taeyeonryong.

Fragments of hazy light were disappearing as if they were being buried in the moonlight, white and blue like the feathers of a crane.

“You write well. I thought it was crude.”

Yang Guifei Jang tried to lighten the mood with a teasing expression, but Jeong Yeon-shin did not laugh. Tae-yeon-ryong saw his expression change.

He is a man who lost his few close friends due to his scoundrel-like behavior. He should not be comforted even by his subordinates.

“Go to Anga. Don’t shake hands with the Unga First Kwon more than ten times. The first Kwon’s self-defense technique is strong. Aim for a single strike with Yeolyangjigi, but it’s best to pretend to attack while taking a defensive stance and then run away.”

“Even if we meet, will it be possible to escape?”

“I know your internal energy has deepened. Didn’t you refine it in the Heavenly Scripture?”

“The thrilling insight is still there, but I don’t know why it feels like Daeju’s eyes are turned upside down.”

Taeyeonryong said casually. At this moment, he did not chew the poppy.

Sun vein.

It was a story about the explosive increase in heat as death approached.

Hwangbo Mangnani was also born with a body that had difficulty achieving unity of spirit and energy, but in terms of the amount of energy he had, he surpassed even the famous Cheongmyeong and was the best of Ma Gwangik.

As the grand prince of the Hwangbo family, he has a martial arts disposition that is not biased towards either side.

He was also well-versed in the aerodynamic dash, which was the most important skill, so if he could endure internal injuries, he could show off his light-air maneuvers even in front of top experts.

When there was no Qingming, he was close to being the leader of the action.

“Gangho is a place where death is common.”

“okay.”

Jeongyeonshin answered briefly, her eyelids slightly lowered.

“Don’t be overjoyed or saddened by the deaths of your acquaintances. At any moment, more than half of Ma Gwang-ik could be swept away. The world of martial arts that Dae-ju is a part of is bound to become more dangerous as Dae-ju becomes more powerful.”

“I’ve already experienced it. In Sacheon.”

“I know that, but I’m saying this because I can’t get used to it. It’s the same for everyone, unless they have a very twisted personality. But when I see that guy Zhuge Liang like this, I worry about what will happen after I die. I’m worried that he’ll live a boring life with his interesting qualities. He’s secretly a bit sluggish.”

“Shut up and hide. Come out when I give you the signal.”

Jeongyeonshin slowly turned her feet. The ends of her fitted plain long robe lightly brushed her calves.

The aura of the nobles approaching from beyond the threshold was solemn.

It seemed as if they had taken the Gwangyegyeol-Yeomgang attack as a show of force by a powerful invader. It seemed as if they would launch an inspection or something at any moment.

He didn’t care.

Damn it.

He stepped forward, leaving behind Jegal Hyeon’s corpse and Jegal Qing’a who was sobbing.

Heonwonchang, who had been silently looking at Jeongyeonshin, opens his mouth. He looked as if he had briefly lost his expression after going through something big.

“I don’t know what he’s going to do. Daeju is becoming an adult. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Me too. Daejoo too, and this guy too.”

Taeyeonryong’s dry breath flowed from Ma Gwang-ik-ju’s back to Jegal Hyeon’s body.

The fan held by the dragon was frozen and did not move.

* * *

The interior was artistically splendid.

The faint scent of ink and paper never faded. Even though the room was large enough to be used as a training ground for dozens of people, it was still like that.

The walls were decorated with a checkerboard made of gold and marble, with a lustrous finish that flowed down to the current stem, and calligraphy and paintings embroidered with colorful paints and high-quality ink. Anyone could sense the class.

“Your Majesty the Jegal does not seem like a person who has been excommunicated.”

A middle-aged man with a angular face spoke. He was looking around while sitting on an old-fashioned black wooden chair.

He quickly turned his gaze straight ahead.

There was a person sitting across from me.

She wore a shiny black hat on her head, and the translucent cotton thread flowing down from under the round, wide brim gave her a mysterious look.

The same goes for his jawline, which was raised without a single wrinkle.

It was worthy of the title of the best in such an old-fashioned room. It was almost like the highlight of the room.

“He is an excommunicated person.”

The man’s lips formed a curve, revealing only the lower part of his face.

“This leader of the Zhuge Wu Maek family has expelled the insignificant followers from his school. I am the Zhuge family, and my gestures will open a new horizon for the Huifeng Wu Gung Ryu (會風無窮流). Where and who will I excommunicate? If you want to talk nonsense, go back.”

“That can’t be. The main family must retrieve the Unga Gwonbo.”

“Same thing again. Said it was impossible.”

“Strictly speaking, it is not a matter for you to give permission or not. It is a matter outside of our family. Where is Unhwaryeon?”

“This is my companion’s business and the business of Wolseongmun that will be opened in the future. You must know this. Unless something comes under the main text, all suggestions are useless. Do not expect the commentary of Ungamsaengsim Hwalyeon.”

It was a voice as smooth as flowing water.

Uduk.

A middle-aged man clenched his large fist. A rough, transparent wave of energy rippled across the outline of the muscles that ran from the back of his hand up his forearm.

Bongsan Kwonyeol (崩山拳劣) Eon Tae-gwang (彦颱洸). He is a martial artist who is counted among the Eon family, one of the eight great martial artists.

He was a master worthy of being an envoy to a place where he could meet with peerless masters.

“… We have made sufficient concessions. The vast lands of Hebei, and the escort of the Huihe Merchant Corps. Haven’t we sent you messages on several occasions?”

“It’s not enough. How can you measure the value of the Rising Martial Arts with something like that? You must have heard rumors that the famous old monks of Shaolin, who had been standing firm for hundreds of years, lifted their heavy buttocks. As troubled times approach, they are coveting the magical power of the Magwangikju.”

“You want to destroy your family and even belittle the monks of Shaolin Temple who are highly trained… …! This is absurd!”

The voices gradually rise. It was a conversation that had been going on in secret for a long time.

The smile on Zhuge Liang’s face deepened. It seemed as if he was trying to induce anger.

“You should be honored to be compared to Shaolin. Aren’t all of your five stars foolish and worthless? I knew it when you left the hierarchy of the next head of the family and the revival of the family to my companion. People of the Unga bloodline are usually short-tempered and incapable of reflecting on themselves.”

“The interest is real!”

The noble Eight Legions’ great leader, Untaekwang, stood up.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

That alone split the long, thick table between them apart like a galloping earthquake.

The hem of the yellow sleeveless dress fluttered violently. A colorless ripple and a strong energy arose simultaneously from Untaekwang’s body.

The room shook violently as if a storm had come into the room.

“Aren’t you the bastard who killed my son with my own hands! You’re a bastard who sold out your own blood relatives because you were crazy about martial arts and dignity! It’s ridiculous to talk about family in front of me… .”

“You don’t have the attitude to listen. You’re not qualified to listen to the cause.”

Zhuge Liang muttered.

Sarak.

The sleeves of his arms slowly brushed against mine. He was holding the pure white crane and crossing his arms. It was a posture that was hard to see as a martial arts standard.

at the same time.

Woof!

The light waves that had been explosively extending from Untaekwang’s entire body were sucked upwards and dragged away.

It was as if the Jade Emperor of Heaven took a deep breath. It was a fleeting moment.

The moment Untaekwang’s thick eyebrows rose in shock, the vaguely rising energy gathered into a sphere in the air and then turned into a thick pillar and plunged down.

Wheeeeeeee!

It was carved in a straight line like a divine punishment.

From the crown of Untaekwang’s head to below his groin, he disappeared without a trace. A feeble, thumping noise rang out.

The limbs, which had lost their heads and torsos, were lying around without even spurting blood. It seemed as if the cut surfaces had come into contact with a completely different space.

And, belatedly.

The air inside the room was sucked into the atmosphere, which had become transparent in a huge cylinder.

The gold calligraphy and paintings that had decorated the four directions were scattered in disarray in the frost.

Paralock-

Zhuge Liang covers his mouth with a wide-open fan. Even the gesture of raising his elbows is lonely.

The color of the pure white robe covering his body became strangely vivid for a moment.

“I breathed the same air as that guy. It’s unpleasant.”

The tone of speech has changed.

Damn it.

It was a secret door gap on one side of the room.

A muscular woman wearing an ashen sleeveless robe walks out.

Kwon Moo-gong Unhwa-ryeon. The expressionless face he was glancing at Untae-kwang’s limbs gave off the air of a mid-level master.

“Your Majesty, you committed this act after all. He was my cousin.”

“Don’t be so picky.”

The chieftain laughed.

“He was a man who should not have been heard. Unga will have no choice but to send another man. The only one who can replace Ungaju, whose neck was broken by Simmu-ryeonju, is Unmae.”

“… … .”

“If you’re worried about the Martial Arts Alliance, I’ll tell you not to worry. They say that the Sword Master alone took on the Sword Saint. The old faction only got involved in the first place, and many of the Eight Families who declared their alliance were missing… The current Martial Arts Alliance is nothing more than a small confederation at the tip of Shaanxi. Without the Sword Saint, it’s hard to call them a great faction, they’re just a bunch of baseless rags.”

His long index finger swept up the side of the fan, the golden letters glowing softly along his fingertips.

The seemingly habitual hand movements contained the principles of mysterious magical martial arts.

“Of course. Since I’m not here.”

Zhuge Liang gently shook his head. It was as if he was letting down his absolute momentum.

Unhwa-ryeon stared at him blankly for a while before moving her lips away.

“The Zhuge family’s guerrilla force has been exterminated by Your Majesty, so the foundation for Shanxi has been established as intended.”

“Now, the Iphwangseong Fortress remains. However, they are busy blocking the broken jars of the Central Plains, so at most, a handful of strong men will come to celebrate the opening of the Wolseongmun Gate. It is the Shanxi Bimudaehoe.”

“Can the sky not be hurt?”

“How can we be defeated by those who come prepared?”

He said.

* * *

The magical power of the light wheel, which should be warm, has changed from before.

The hem of his black robe was wrapped around his entire body with a power closer to law than Buddhism.

It was as if he was wearing the iron armor of a heavenly king, even though he hadn’t even come up with any proper self-defense skills.

That was his temperament. In fact, it formed a strange contrast with the huge figure of the Shanxi Gui family wearing iron armor.

Behind them, all the noble families who had been staying at Gongya Se-ga were lined up, and their weight was not lacking compared to the huge crowd.

“hmm.”

My eyes met with a middle-aged man with sharp eyes. He was Gwiiltae’s father, who had clashed with Jeongyeonshin several times.

They say he was a great general who fought against northern tribes when he was young, and his demeanor and fighting skills seemed to have a rough and rugged air.

A night where the dark air blends with the moonlight.

The lady who came home opened her thick lips.

“It was called the Hyeoncheonmunju Geomunbi. He was of amazing age, and his martial arts skills were even more amazing. I have a suggestion… .”

“The dust is blocking my vision.”

Ma Gwang-ik-ju spoke with one hand on the sword at his waist.