Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 311

Heonwon (6)

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It was after facing a peerless master who was widely known in the martial arts world.

The aftereffects were beyond imagination.

It was something I had to endure. I had to kill the being I had originally been looking up to for a long time.

At that time, Jeong Yeon-shin endured a shock that penetrated deep into his bones every time he received the Zhuge Liang’s Ziyongsinpian.

Even a single piece of my career came at me with the force of a thousand pounds. I couldn’t shake it off. There was no room for that.

The bullet wound on his shoulder was a white powder.

The strikes of a peerless master are extremely high-level. A single strike does not end in trauma.

My method of healing. The meridian waves that flowed into the entire body’s meridians tore through my body.

If it weren’t for the Jeonggadonggong, it would have been difficult to move. It was an event that made me realize the realm of Aksurim, who had to face the Jegalgaju who had come with the Akgachang destruction method.

Even muscle mass recovery is slow.

It was said that this was the effect of the divine magic of the two-headed god. Senior Jin, the blood-blood master, had experienced it.

Jeongyeonshin’s veins and blood vessels had lost their elasticity. It felt like the journey to Taewon was somewhat arduous.

Meanwhile, the halo, which has been squeezed to its limit, is rotating at a speed that is incomparably slower than when it was at full strength.

It is true that the reserves have decreased sharply. It took time to recover.

There was no other choice.

In front of me is Gun Yu-rin, who is presumed to be the daughter of Shim Mu-ryeon-ju, and her subordinates.

Woof.

The chopsticks, which had been shaking slightly, slipped out of the gap between his hands. It was just after he inserted the spirituality of the upper abdomen and aligned it with the brain below the Baihui point.

It was a wonderful mystery. Jeong Yeon-shin felt a long texture in her head.

‘Is this okay…?’

The shapes of wooden chopsticks and a knife are vague. It looks like the sword is about to cover the chopsticks.

However, they did not really overlap. Even though I had an intuition that the moment my mind became one, a power greater than that of the Ten Thousand Flowers would arise, it was still like that.

I guessed the reason. Seonryongihwagyeol is a study that greatly uses the upper body.

When it was first cast to kill Zhuge Liang, it overworked Baihui Xue. It has not yet fully recovered.

It’s okay.

Woof.

A pair of chopsticks floated up. It swung toward the fan aimed at the owner’s forehead.

The man who pointed the sword at Jeong Yeon-shin reacted half a breath late.

When Gun Yu-rin, standing next to him, raised her eyelids wide, he met Jeong Yeon-shin’s gaze as if to encourage her to answer, but then flinched belatedly.

“What kind of sorcery…!”

“That’s what a political idiot says! That’s not it, you idiot!”

The conversation between the subordinate and the master was like a joke even in the midst of the urgency.

In that moment, Jeongyeonshin’s eyes narrowed. This was because she immediately felt that the strength in her chopsticks was woefully inadequate.

It is nothing compared to the full-scale spread of Mancheonhwawoo’s balsan gugyeol. It is evidence of the aftereffects of the battle against Daejeolseogoseo.

Should I force myself to use the martial arts technique inspired by Kwon Mu-gong Eon Hwa-ryeon? It would be horrible for little Jeom So-yi to see.

That was when.

What did you guess from Jeongyeonshin’s expression?

“for a moment!”

Suddenly, Gun Yu-rin furrowed her brows and put both hands behind her back. Then, a large gray light fell from her hands. It was the afterimage of a large sword blade.

The sword that was pulled out very quickly fell in a rough curve, flickering dimly like a faded crescent moon.

Swish!

“Kkaaaah!”

Blood gushed out. The arm of the subordinate next to him was cut off while he was holding the crane’s wings.

The white fan turned red from the blood running down the side of the arm that had fallen off with a thud. It was a sight that happened suddenly.

Phew!

Gunyu-rin, who had stood up at the same time as Baldo, swung the long sword with a bitter expression on her face.

Droplets of blood splattered everywhere, soaking into the wooden floor. The sight of the dark red splatters was rather gruesome.

The face of the subordinate who was grumbling next to me was also impressive.

For a brief moment, he was unable to hide his confusion, but then he seemed to realize something and quickly regained focus, swallowing a groan.

It happened in less than three breaths. The silence in the guest house grew even thicker.

“If you don’t have an eye for people.”

Gunyu-rin scratched the back of her head and pursed her lips.

“It’s only right that I die… but I didn’t get a discharge, so please forgive me.”

“I couldn’t do it.”

“Then I have nothing to say, but wouldn’t it be even more miserable to lose your main martial arts to the master you served so well? It’s not like you lost your arm while fighting the enemy. How shameful would that be? We’re even Sapa. Now, if you’re not my exclusive attendant, it’ll be hard for you to make a living. Do you know that the rotten Sima Weidao is worse than the Jeongpa?”

Somewhat cowardly words poured out like the rapid fire of a sharpshooter.

Chin, chin.

She kicked the man’s shins repeatedly.

He must have wanted to save his subordinates somehow. The way he glanced at Jeong Yeon-shin from time to time seemed more human than Jegal Ga-ju.

Su-ha frowned as if every word Gun-yu-rin said was fatal, then he quickly fixed his expression and fell flat on his face.

His shoulders, which were barely touching the floor, were shaking with cramps. There was a lot of bleeding seeping between the wooden floor.

However, his conduct was extremely neat.

“This Jeon Baek (田魄) does not know the deceased! I dare to ask that you, as the invincible vessel of the benevolent, please forgive my sins that deserve death!”

He looks very miserable. The overbearing attitude has completely disappeared.

Jeong Yeon-shin did not answer for a moment.

‘Gun Yu-rin… Is he really the son of Sim Mu-ryeon?’

They are strange people. It seems like I have seen the true face of Sima Weidao.

If his bloodline was true, he was a rare big shot in the martial arts world, and his judgment was as accurate and quick as a blade. He was worthy of being called a king who could overcome troubled times.

He spat out briefly.

“Get out.”

“She was a beautiful and upright friend. She had very kind hands.”

Gunyu-rin snapped her fingers.

Tung-

For a moment, a long gust of wind flew through the air and struck the shoulder of a man named Jeon Baek.

As soon as there was a dull sound, the gushing blood suddenly stopped. It was a move to stop the bleeding.

Gun Yu-rin, who had glanced at the staggering luggage, sat down across from Jeong Yeon-shin again.

She raises her elbows and clasps her hands together. The sound of her rough clothes sweeping across the table breaks the silence.

“Our nameless friend has the makings of a great swordsman. I even saw Jeomsoi nod and run away at your glance. He treats people as people. He is so humble that he can’t help but be indifferent even after he starts learning the art of swordsmanship. He is far from arrogant, and is just meticulous enough to take care of everyone around him.”

‘Is it the law?’

The words continued to be so correct that Jeongyeonshin was surprised.

“The eyes of this Slashing Red Sword are accurate. So I have a suggestion… … to make carefully.”

Hwaak.

A hemispherical aerodynamic wave spreads from Gunyu-rin’s body as she speaks in a whisper. It creates a curtain that surrounds the table.

As the chopsticks that had been floating in the air returned to Jeong Yeon-shin’s hand, she looked at them with eyes filled with amazement and opened her mouth again.

“There’s no way someone like you wouldn’t be known. You came all the way from your hometown, right?”

“That’s quite an insight.”

Jeong Yeon-shin responded indifferently. She had been secretly impressed since she heard the analysis of her personality.

He is a black-haired man. You can’t pass him by after seeing his direct lineage.

One of the two must be done.

Even now, ignoring the internal and external injuries that make my body tingle, I pursue Gunyu-rin and extract information, or continue to dig into Simmu-ryeon’s traditional martial arts without revealing my identity.

“I told you my eyes are not wrong.”

Gunyu-rin smiled brightly at his compliment and slightly raised her chin.

He doesn’t look like the guy who just had his arm ripped off. His conduct suggests his origins.

She, nicknamed ‘The Red Sword that Cuts the Phoenix’, was a direct descendant of the Thirteen Heavenly Apostles.

“A strong man with no connections to Taewon. We needed someone like you. Of course, don’t worry. I won’t offer a terrible deal to a big man who would embarrass the old guard.”

“I like your words and actions. Go ahead and say something.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said calmly.

It is true that I have become disillusioned with the political party because of the Sega.

If I hadn’t seen the leading practitioners of the old school, including the leader of the martial arts world, Hyeon So-baek, Cheong Gi-rin, and Seon-ryong, I would have fundamentally ignored the words Baekdo Jeongjong.

“Look at the way you speak. You’re so shy.”

The smile on Cham Hwang-jeok’s lips deepened.

“Anyway, I don’t wonder why you’re walking around Taewon. Whether you’re here on a river cruise or on a private trip. What’s important is that you’re someone who has nothing to lose in Taewon. I’m going to kill you soon.”

“what?”

“My damned father said he’d be here soon. If we want to win the fight for the succession, we have to look good to our noble father. If it were up to me, I’d be a great tribute to Salmun who joined hands with the Murong family. I’d like to cut off my father’s head like he did to my grandfather… … But that’s difficult with my level of martial arts. It’s still a long way off.”

A rough madness came out of his muttering voice.

It was a different world. It was said that immediately after the previous leader of the Simmu League was murdered by Geomseong, there was a power struggle within the Simmu League.

Among them, the anecdote that King Wu of the time, the leader of the Shimmuryeonju, broke his father’s neck was very famous.

“Whether it’s to improve your martial arts or raise your reputation, Salmun would be a good opponent. Right now, the monsters like Jegalgaju and Yeonhwanata have swept through Shanxi, so the seeds of the Mu-maek have dried up. Hmm? Now that I think about it, Yeonhwanata of Iphwangseong was also young like you? There were no rumors that he trained in swordsmanship… … .”

“I know. More importantly, I heard that Salhyeop is a swordsman.”

“There’s only one guy. The rest are just Sima Oedo. He must be in a position to confront the elders as a rumormonger. Well, that guy named Salhyeop is a man of character.”

“You know a lot.”

“My sect is quite powerful. I don’t know what kind of connection it is, but the imperial family exempted me from paying tribute. The sect I’m in charge of now is just a branch sect. It will take a lot of energy to destroy the Salmun. They’ve already taken action.”

Two people continued their conversation while hiding their identities from each other.

The guests, startled by the sight of a single arm writhing on the floor, left the inn, and now only Gunyurin’s servant and Jeongyeonshin were left on the second floor.

The dust that blew white in the sunlight was quiet.

“If you just cooperate, I’ll reward you generously! Just say the word, whether it’s gold, silver, or treasure. Among the people I know, there’s a peerless beauty who uses Tao incredibly well. I’ve never felt it before… but she’s my teacher.”

“Can you give me an elixir? A very effective elixir.”

“Of course I can prepare!”

He didn’t say he had it right away. He must have been afraid that it would be stolen.

Despite his bizarre way of thinking, he was clever. He even had the confidence and the courage to tell his secret plans to a master he met for the first time.

Their personalities matched quite well. It was enough to put Jeongyeonshin’s mind at ease.

It was all about his rough demeanor and his insight that accurately saw through the other person’s character.

Gunyu-rin raised the corners of her lips.

“Is that because you were badly injured? Your blood smells different from our Jeon Baek’s.”

Could it be the scent of blood from the wound? The scar on Jeong Yeon-shin’s shoulder still appears from time to time.

The moment he was contemplating whether to use the martial arts technique, the deltoid muscle on his shoulder immediately reacted and burst open. Even though he had the qualities of a human, it was a problem.

Jeong Yeon-shin changed the subject.

“Do you know the way? To Salmun.”

The white smoke in his arms guided him with long wingbeats, but when he actually arrived, he could not feel the energy of the Taeyeonryong.

Likewise, the power waves of Heonwonchang and Shinsobin were not found.

‘I told you about my physical condition for nothing.’

It was because he wrote about his wounds without hiding them, just like he did to Cheongmyeong and Baekmirye.

It seemed like the servants who had to take care of their own bodies were worried about the safety of the Great Lord. Perhaps it was fortunate that Taeyeonryong was there.

However, Sim Mu-ryeon is targeting Salmun. It is difficult to feel at ease.

“I only know the general locations of the houses that are thought to be sects. The one who got caught in the net of heaven and earth that my temple spread out was lucky. If I organize them one by one, I will know everything. I will start by quietly organizing the sects and push forward to the main sect.”

Gun Yu-rin, who had the sword stuck behind her back, spoke with a ferocious smile.

Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her lips. She didn’t even glance at her subordinate who was standing alone, swallowing his pain.

“I do not accept the offer.”

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It was the second day of walking with the sound of a rustling sound.

Knock, knock.

One side of the coffin where three people’s footprints remain.

A large bonfire danced and flickered. The occasional sparks were swallowed up by the white snow.

Gunyu-rin was good at hunting. He caught all kinds of animals, making the jerky he kept in his arms look pale. Jeongyeon-shin only had to go get firewood.

“That white sword, it caught my eye from the start. Did you only practice swordsmanship?”

“I don’t even use a bookmark.”

“A master who has entered the swordsmanship world can even reach the Kwon-gak?”

“Just the basics. The tutorial isn’t complicated.”

“What dazzling humility. Your personality is not suited to Sima Weidao. It is not right for you to be a political vassal or a political faction. Are you walking the right path?”

“Your eyes are also very sharp.”

Jeong Yeon-shin replied to Gun Yu-rin’s words while leaning roughly against a tree stump.

Kang-ho’s meeting was like the wind, coming and going. Although he tried not to get too close, he ended up talking quite a bit.

Jeon Baek, holding a fan in his left hand, continued to watch Jeong Yeon-shin’s expression and acted like a servant.

“Hehe, Your Majesty, it seems like we’re running low on firewood… Of course, Your Majesty, you’ve reached the highest state of being impervious to cold winds, but don’t you feel the cold wind on your noble skin?”

“Do as you wish.”

“Yes, I will!”

It was when the one-armed handsome man with the literary style turned around.

bang-!

His body suddenly twisted to the side and bounced back violently.

The moment the light wave struck the empty space, it shattered like a flower petal. It was accompanied by a boy’s bright shout.

“The Shaolin spirits are truly the best in the world! Monk, over here!”

“Amitabha.”

Volcanoes and Mt. Sungsan.

Fate and coincidence intertwined. The scent of the rugged mountains found them.