Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 309

Heonwon (4)

The black hat on Salhyeop’s head didn’t move at all. The wide, long brim like a bamboo hat didn’t move at all, but it was a sight that testified to his agitation.

It was a strange sight to see him crouching still on the corner of the bed.

Heonwonchang glanced down at him and smiled faintly.

“I understand. It’s a miracle that’s hard to imagine in a rural area.”

“… This is the most surprising thing since my family home was destroyed.”

It seemed both dumbfounding and absurd.

Salhyeop is a person who is full of confidence in everything. He didn’t bother to hide his surprise.

At that moment, as I glanced up at Heonwonchang’s hand, strange emotions came to mind. Shock and bewilderment, slight envy and jealousy…

“What the heck? There’s no way I could have seen through the true structure of the spell in such a short amount of time.”

haha.

Heonwonchang just laughed. Salhyeop’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I heard rumors that auspicious martial arts appeared in Iphwangseong. But, you of all people, are entering the magical martial arts or the Taoist Samcheongryuk (三清力)? I would rather believe the story that you kept your mouth shut for seven days and nights. No, no. It’s just like the silent practice of Cholsak. I just can’t believe it.”

“Such harsh words?”

“The martial arts skills you’ve mastered must be amazing. You must have benefited greatly from entering the Iphwangseong. As you said, this Woohyung is just a local sect leader who has never even traveled the world.”

“Well, it’s absolutely true that his martial arts skills are great. Of course.”

Heonwonchang, with the corners of his lips lowered, changed the subject.

“More than that, didn’t you form a proper sect by piecing together the scattered branches? The Geumga Salmun (金家殺門). I don’t understand why you are still considered a mere rumor. If you look at your achievements alone, you have surpassed my father.”

“There are more than one or two families that are the gatekeepers of Cheonmachong. In order to be recognized as the head of the clan, you have to pass the tests of several key factions. If the location of the Salmun is specific, is it really the Salsu clan? The scroll you unraveled contains the names of the three factions’ safe houses and the passwords to call them.”

“I’m not interested in that. What about my gold?”

Heonwonchang abruptly interrupted and asked. At the same time, Salhyeop’s lips, which were only showing his lower body, formed a sinister smile.

“Seon-Hwi. You were the only direct descendant left. The head of the Salmun clan and the head of the Geumga clan are recognized by each branch and each Geumje is released. If you pass the tests of all the branches, you become the head of the clan that day.”

“I am Ma Gwang-ik’s Heonwonchang. I don’t think you would really want that either.”

“Well, whatever the elders of the family say, at least know that the previous head of the family treated you as a son.”

“I’ve never called you father before, so what… … .”

With those words, Heonwonchang closed his mouth.

As I tried to feel the presence of my colleagues with my head still as if in a dream, I sensed a familiar aerodynamic wave outside the inner quarters.

It was a martial art that immediately drew attention away from the family affairs that had been buried in the evening.

* * *

Gwangyeokyeol.

It is a divine skill. It was like that when you look at the martial art itself, not the person practicing it. Even if it didn’t contain spirituality, it was called a divine skill.

Just as Mancheonhwawoo is called the peerless divine secret weapon.

[Internal energy is the energy that is purified by pouring out natural energy into the body. Natural energy refers to the energy that exists naturally without artificial intervention outside the body of practitioners. Energy is the power of movement, and the essence of power lies in all actions that encompass direction. Action is… You probably know it.]

It was the introduction to the novel. It was even more difficult because it was written in an easy-to-understand manner.

Even while explaining the most basic of basics, he would often talk about the strange flow of internal energy as if it were a given.

In reality, most of the Magwangiks had a hard time learning Gwangyegyeol.

This is because the words here and there are tangled up in a mess on the border between consideration and arrogance.

Ma Gwang-ik worked hard in places where Dae-ju couldn’t see him. It was possible because none of them were not Gi-jae.

The masters of Iphwangseong were originally diligent, but as they mastered Gwangyegyeol, morning practice became essential.

It was fortunate that the martial arts linked the magic result and the island’s martial arts.

Outdoor.

A dark morning beneath a high cliff.

As the slightly fresh air flowed gently, telling the time, Tae-Yeon-Ryong, who had been roughly shaking his hands here and there in his place, snickered.

In fact, he learned the Gwangye-gyeol most easily from Ma Gwang-ik.

“Doesn’t our Lord know this yet? He thinks he has created a perfect secret recipe that he can easily learn on his own.”

Beneath the flowing bangs, the hollow under-eye area stands out.

No one would consider him a genius, but his somewhat carefree prayer gave off an aristocratic vibe.

“It’s certain that he’s a new person… Hap!”

Shin So-bin’s regime, which stretched out in a straight line, burst the air with a bang. It was the true wall of Shihwamugeukwon.

The silky, fluttering hair and sleeves blended with the strong energy.

However, Tae-Yeon-Ryong only glanced at her once and continued talking.

“You are truly sincere. Treating the youngest with the utmost respect, I am truly confused. Ma Gwang-ik was famous for his group of fighting spirits.”

“Family love is something that a loser cannot understand.”

“Isn’t it strange? The original Confucius is clearly the one wearing the blue robe of the Emperor, but why does it seem like he is still wearing the nameless robe? The hierarchy of Ma Gwang-ik clearly needs to be addressed.”

“Of course. Senior Hwangbo’s attitude toward the Lord is also like that.”

“It’s clear that among Ma Gwang-ik’s poisonous martial arts there is a technique called Seolgong (舌功). I guess I’m the only one who doesn’t know about this. Is that right, Wonchang?”

“This is Heonwon.”

Heonwonchang walked out of the dark hall.

Sabak.

The assassin’s characteristic light footsteps push through the dawn air.

This was after hearing the news of the assassination of Zhuge Liang, which had caused an uproar throughout Shanxi.

It was time to take the first test, following the map drawn on the scroll. As Ma Gwang-ik, to become Jeong Yeon-shin’s self-defense weapon.

Salhyeop, Heonwonchang, Taeyeonryong, and Shin Sobin.

They moved together.

* * *

People used to call Shanxi “Jin” for short because it was once the land of the Jin Dynasty.

Taiyuan was the capital of Shanxi Province and the capital of the Qin Dynasty. It was a large city with a long history as the birthplace of civilization and martial arts that arose in the Yellow River.

The land itself is vast.

All kinds of mystery, mystery, and untold history come alive and breathe.

In a city with tens of thousands of people, countless groups moved busily in the sun and shade.

That’s why the sight of dozens of flocks of birds soaring from a distant mountainside caught no one’s attention.

A forest overlooking a huge city.

Sabak.

A red-haired woman with ebony hair stood tall on a tree branch.

He had a single red eye shining brightly on his pale face, and at the end of his gaze, there was an old-fashioned inn.

The Seven Apostles opened their lips.

“Those guys, can I kill them?”

“You still use that foul language. Why are you asking me?”

A figure who had stepped on a sword floating on one side of the bushes responded. It was the sword lord with gray hair and an imposing air, Baekseo-gun.

She made a disgusted expression and didn’t even glance at Chilsa-do.

He just silently stared at the inn beyond the castle walls, which were hundreds of feet away.

The lips of the Seven Sado’s formed a smooth curve.

“Because they deserve respect.”

That was the end of it. She said nothing more.

The leaves that were starting to turn a rare green color fluttered beneath their feet.

Baek Seo-gun also didn’t bother to ask more or understand. Sima Weidao was a world of madmen.

The people in the industry are all crazy about their own values.

Among them, the Jinhyeoljiche Jeoksi (赤氏) was known as a small monster with eyes that could see the extreme of martial arts in some of the highest levels of martial arts.

Even when the girl ascended to the rank of apostle, no one was surprised, because the seed was different.

Saaaaa―

As the cold wind swept through the bushes like waves, Baek Seo-gun gazed quietly at the entrance to the distant inn.

‘I said Taesara.’

If he had been hostile to Jeong Yeon-shin, he would have immediately gone out to behead her, but if his mad obsession has reached the level of Seomye’s incompetence, he would be more than adequate as an escort.

The Baekseo Army, whose position was ambiguous, had long since decided not to destroy the Shim Ye Shield. The Sword Lord of Hanam must soon return to Simmu-ryeon.

“Why aren’t you going?”

“what?”

“Why did such insignificant things follow my precious ancestors into the world?”

“It is not a good sight to see the Iphwangseong’s Ma Gwang-ikju with me. Then why are you here? Are you secretly chasing after Seomye like a thief?”

“The Emperor hates me.”

The voice was like a mumbling. The calm words trembled for a moment as if they would break.

Rather than looking timid, it was more like a child learning martial arts for the first time reciting a verse in front of adults. He was unfamiliar with his own appearance and was afraid.

Baek Seo-gun was secretly surprised when he saw that small, shabby back of her head, but he didn’t show it.

Who would understand a bloodthirsty man who has been blinded by ignorance since birth?

The two remained silent like that for a while.

Until, suddenly, a huge shadow appeared behind them.

Hwaak-!

The sunlight disappeared in the forest.

There was no message, no wave.

It literally descends like a pillar of lightning in the clear sky.

The absolute being known as the King of War, the Emperor of War, who had completely mastered his enormous presence, Shim Mu-ryeon-ju, finally appeared after a long time, searching for his one and only right arm. With a creepy, transparent presence.

“What an unexpected companion. What’s the reason?”

Just before the voice that seemed to be scraping from the ground rang out, in the guest room where the two people’s eyes met, Jeong Yeon-shin was practicing her swordsmanship against a group of people.

To navigate the harsh world of martial arts with an unhealthy body, a different skill was needed.

* * *

Three people got down on a wall covered with old tiles.

It was a place where a very large main building, an annex, a side room, and a small well surrounded a piece of land that was split in all directions. It was sparsely populated because it was right after a major incident.

The place where the fierce battle between Zhuge Liang and Yanhua Nata took place. It was said that the energy waves of the original super masters could even influence Mother Nature.

Gong Ya-se.

It was a lonely atmosphere. Not even a single insect was chirping around.

Even though the midday sun was shining brightly, there was something eerie about it that matched very well with the ruins before my eyes.

Among the three people looking down at the scene, the warrior standing in the center opens his mouth. He is a middle-aged swordsman wearing pitch-black martial arts attire.

“It is said that the Great Snow Sword of Ma Gwang-ik follows Ma Gwang-ik-ju. Unless it is an exceptional case, it would have shown itself here as well. Find it.”

“Daeju, Magwangikju’s island spirit’s inaction seems to have gone beyond what was expected. I am concerned that it will become a major variable.”

“… Certainly, the Zhuge Jia Zhu incident is gradually being revealed as fact. However, the Wuwei of Ma Guang Yi Zhu has also been confirmed in the Battle of the Martial Arts Alliance. Even if he has achieved incredible Wuwei, he will not be unharmed when facing the reincarnation of Zhuge Cheon Sang. The internal and external injuries will be severe.”

“I understand. I will follow your orders.”

There was dignity in their bearing. Even the movements of the two unmanned men on either side, kicking the ground with their feet, showed the elegance of a noble family.

It was when the blast of intense nerve impulses created long, creases in the hems of their trousers.

“I came here because I felt a strange aura from the Moyong family.”

It was a voice that seemed to spit out boiling power. It was a temperament that was far removed from words like slander or refinement.

“What… … !”

The three people, unable to hide their shock at the sudden noise, turned around.

And then I ran into a guy.

For a moment, they felt an eerie sensation as if a flash of lightning had struck their retinas.

The man’s appearance seemed to be forcibly engraved in my eyes. It was clearly not intentional, but it came that way.

“The deceased… … .”

The middle-aged swordsman in black trailed off and looked at the intruder.

Her jet-black hair was cut short and rough. Her facial features were distinct and thick.

His body felt as if it were covered in iron armor, making it feel suffocatingly solid, and his entire body exuded an aura reminiscent of a huge castle.

A transcendence that was difficult to measure with internal energy was flowing without filtering.

“The old man is ignorant of the ways of the world. Talk more. Only about islands.”

He speaks like an old man with a young face.

Damn it.

The upper of the leather shoe with a rough texture.

The long hem of the long robe sparkled with pink.