Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 321

Heonwon (16)

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On the roof of an old-fashioned pavilion.

Heonwonchang’s mouth opened slightly as he looked toward the distant castle gate.

thud!

A boy shaking his sleeves in the faint dust rising, and an old woman sprawled out at his feet.

“Did you hear…? It’s Kang Ho-in again!”

“Let’s go in! Go in quickly and lock the door!”

Several city people are startled and run away. Taewon has become a Dosan Sword Forest because of the swordsmen in masks.

It seemed like this wasn’t the first or second time that I’d heard urgent footsteps coming from here and there.

Heonwonchang stood on the roof and stared at the direction where the commotion was taking place.

‘What happened just now?’

It was not like his young friend.

Even if the Tang Dynasty’s Ma Gwang-ikju exchanged blows, he would end up humiliating the enemy.

This is the reason why, among the countless number of people who are naturally unmanned, there are few who seek teachings from Jeongyeonshin, and it is also the reason why the Iphwangseong General Office saw through it and was very pleased.

I asked Shinjin, who had just come to black, to ruin the opening ceremony of the Murim Alliance. He said that the noble Maga bloodline was useful in such a place.

Of course, it has no choice but to continue to grow.

Jeongyeon Shin has been going through a period of extreme storm and stress for almost a year, but today, she used a much simpler method than usual to throw the senior smoking cessation statue to the ground.

That was the case with the launch and aerodynamic operation. It was something that was usually difficult to do.

The results themselves are not surprising.

The enemy who killed his mother was a person who was known to be a troublemaker even within the Salmun clan, so he could not possibly have accumulated enough martial arts skills to be able to compete with Ma Gwang-ik-ju in a one-on-one match.

I thought that if it was Jeongyeonshin, he would treat one or two old monsters like monkeys. It would take about ten people before he would hesitate to draw his sword.

That’s the problem.

Is there something wrong with Daeju’s body? It’s hard to know what’s going on because we’re so far away.

‘If I take my foot off the gas during the test, those viper-like old men might find fault with me… … .’

A conclusion is needed.

The gold in Heonwonchang’s body right now is close to a disease.

The Seven Pillars of Forbidden Blood Method.

The elixir taken with the bee venom from birth has shaped my constitution.

If someone were to forcefully release and extract his inner energy, his energy and vitality would dissipate at the same time. A secret technique that the Murong family, who kidnapped him, could never release.

– It’s already become a natural skill. It’s clear that there’s a set method for dealing with it.

-Hmm. It’s true that you assumed a certain knot. That’s how the true structure is structured. Wow, the depth of the study of the human body is this much… Myeonggyo really is a scary place.

– It’s a den of monsters. To give such a vision to a mere gatekeeper.

―It would be faster to develop the main family’s absorption method so that the Sogaju can easily take it. Hmm? The young lady of the Geum clan has regained consciousness. I will touch the blood transfusion.

It was a conversation that took place at the bedside of the young Geum Seon-hui.

Members of the Mo Yong-se family.

They were people who learned martial arts like a bachelor’s degree, and at the edge of Geum Seon-hui’s vision, with needles piercing all over his body, he saw the great swordsman Murong Gi-hwang and the young So Ga-ju standing with their arms linked.

A presence that crushes the boy’s childhood fantasies about the prestigious Jeongjong family.

It seems that the solar vein that the poppy has or the damn short-lived constitution that the young Daeju was born with was engraved in her postnatal life.

It was the determination of Myeonggyo Mu-maek to never leave good things to the enemy.

It was something that was far removed from the talent of Jeong Yeon-shin, who was able to instantly create the key to the Myunggongdo.

You have to get a grip.

If you want to use the strength inside your body, you absolutely have to do that.

“Wow… … .”

Heonwonchang could only stare blankly at Jeongyeonshin for a while.

Feeling a strange sensation that tickles my heart.

‘No smoking. Really… dead.’

The elders who ruled the Salmun with vested interests called tradition.

He made the young Geum Seon-hui into a wooden doll and frequently imposed sanctions on his older brother Geum Jon-hui’s activities.

During the Cheonmachong Rebellion, countless people retreated after handing over Geum Seon-hui to the clutches of the Murong clan, and even then, they sought their own safety by being tied together under the name of a sect.

Under the family business, protecting the legacy of Cheonma comes first.

They all felt like monsters, as if they had been brainwashed. Regardless of their actions, that was Heonwonchang’s perception of the Salmun Nogwe.

It is because I have been observing it since I was very young and because the sect’s roots are bizarre.

however.

Those iron-clad, murderous hordes were also people.

Not only is he killed by the inhuman figures of the Daemun sect, but he is also killed by Jeong Yeon-shin, who has been sitting at the same table with Heonwonchang for quite some time…

‘I haven’t seen many people like that, though.’

It was a question of realism.

-The martial artists are reluctant to use insidious methods?

– That’s right. Yesterday, as the unarmed men passed by, they were breaking the neck of the assassin and all.

―Haha, whether they are white or black, they are all just people who kill people. Even the acts of great chivalry by humans are mostly murders, so we should also use our knives like chivalry.

-How do I know…? Whether my magic is like that or not.

―You should be able to recite your past actions as a poem. Hmm… How about a sword that cuts off the head of a strong man in exchange for a piece of copper given by a child who lost his parents to plunder? The old grandpas probably won’t like it though.

Hyung Geumjong-hwi did as he said.

Even after the Cheonmachong Rebellion, he devoted his life to collaborating with others. He executed corrupt officials, Sima Wei, and sometimes even some hypocrites from the political faction without discrimination.

It is said that in the place he left, a letter containing the evil deeds of the dead was left behind.

He dedicated his life to changing the perception of the sect.

After Heonwonchang escaped the Murong clan by chance, he wandered the world of martial arts as a swordsman for a certain ronin. Even while serving them with a sword, he was occasionally given the nickname of Salhyeop.

I came across the struggles of a collateral brother who was trying to change the Buddhist order.

However, Heonwonchang did not return. This was because he was disillusioned by the events of the Murong family.

It was only recently, when I reunited with Geumjonghwi, that I heard of Salmun’s changes.

My brother said that the new disciples who are taught follow him completely.

The only thing that remains the same is the Senate, and the future of our prestigious family will inevitably differ from their wishes.

―If you come back, I will take you to Munju. Even if your martial arts are not as good as this Woohyung, another path will open up after the ban is lifted. There are many martial arts in the text that you have not yet mastered. This hyung will devote all his energy to purifying your roots. … Whether it be a bamboo sword or anything else, I will cut them all down.

I ignored it.

The death of the smoking sergeant brings home a sense of reality: the decline of the Senate was truly inevitable.

Swish.

The old people who suddenly stood in front of him now did not have much time left to live.

“Don’t take your foot off the gas.”

“The test is not over. If you move any further, it will be considered as if it never happened.”

Those with silent prayers surround the altar.

It was difficult to read their expressions because they all had their eyes covered with cotton, but Heonwonchang felt a strange emotion from their wrinkled eyes.

It seemed like there was hostility towards the young Daeju.

Their old friend was killed in a single move. It was a stab in the ass of the stubborn old men.

“Don’t give me a chance to rest! Stop the Unkiyosang!”

“No time should be given to Magwangikju!”

Below, elite swordsmen wearing masks were rushing towards Jeongyeonshin.

The momentum of the rush, leaving deep footprints on the ground and walls, was truly terrifying.

It looked like human arrows were being shot from all directions.

The clash has begun.

thud!

A shock wave erupted from the spot where Jeongyeon Shin was. The shock wave spread in concentric circles, raising dust and blurring the surrounding area.

“That’s it. Let’s proceed with the test after the situation calms down. With the Moyong family’s methods, it’s only a matter of time before we get caught.”

“Well, the salmon is retreating.”

“Geum Seon-hui, follow the orders of the Senate.”

The unique, flat voice of the assassins knocks on Heonwonchang’s ears.

He stared blankly at the old people in front of him and slowly opened his mouth. He began with, “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”

“The last sentence. Is it true? The situation is so bad that I have all sorts of thoughts. How dare you tell the master of Magwangik to step down and leave Magwangikju behind.”

“…What is the intention of the question?”

One of the elders, who had met Hyeonwonchang’s gaze, asked back. His voice was extremely dry.

The Great Sword didn’t care.

“Do you find my question strange? All of my direct lineage members died except for me, so I don’t think you would have taken any vision documents related to your direct lineage when the Cheonmachong Rebellion broke out. You should have tried to get one more Cheonma legacy that your family protected. For example, the Cheonmagapju, an ancient self-defense weapon.”

“… … .”

“Didn’t you lie to the lord who is currently taking care of the disciples down there, that is, to the lord Jon-Hwi? You are trying to postpone the promotion of the lord of the clan, the lord of the Salhyeop clan. I have a feeling that even I, who is of humble origin, and the collateral lineage of Jon-Hwi… might not be satisfied with you all.”

Saaaaah- Bam! Crack!

While the shock waves mixed with the winter wind continued to resonate from afar.

The elders did not answer. They just stood there proudly, as if protecting their pride.

Like a gentle breeze passing by, drying their skin at this moment.

Heonwonchang nodded, saying, “Well, that’s right.”

“The first virtue of a killer is deception. You, sir, are truly outstanding disciples of the killer.”

“Do you dare to insult us?”

It rang out from the side. It was a sound like a lynx yapping.

Heonwonchang opened his eyes without saying a word.

‘There is no final word that will complete it. There are only the secrets of the branch family… … .’

His golden elixir lies dormant in the form of a prehistoric spirit.

If you touch it carelessly, you will die young. If you are really unlucky, you might roll your eyes and cross the Samdo River here.

However, the situation was urgent. If the method that Jeong Yeon-shin had shown earlier was due to internal injuries, it would be difficult to handle the elite swordsmanship of the Moyong family.

It was a crisis that the black master, who was the target of many anti-fanatics, inevitably had to face.

Heonwonchang suddenly felt his chest tighten.

His main character lives a limited life, but why are there so many people who can’t even see that?

‘Wait a minute, time limit… …?’

In that moment, a bright light lit up in Heonwonchang’s eyes.

He was the one who kept the Jeongyeonsin for the longest time in Ip Hwang Seong. He always felt the temperament of a boy.

Even when he creates unexpected recipes with his blue and white eyes flashing, or when he creates dazzling sword trajectories in a battle where he has no chance of winning.

– Prince Jeong! You seem to have grown taller!

-Hyung Heonwon’s complexion also looks good.

He watched the comet burning the remaining time from the side. The young star called him a big brother.

‘Salmun is fu*king crazy.’

Heonwonchang asked himself.

… Do I have the spirit and courage?

Does anyone have the courage to step into such a realm?

This moment.

The inner Geumseonhui did not answer.

Woof-

All that could be heard was the long sword hanging from his waist.

That was enough. Heonwonchang straightened his shoulders and didn’t worry any longer.

A dozen or so knots that started in my head started to spread like wildfire, permeating the meridians of my body.

He constantly recalled the delicate sensibility unique to Gwangyegyeol.

‘Seven weeks of gold and blood method. Time-limited release.’

Gentle rays of light streamed out through the dark net of the elders.

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“The Lord will come.”

A large man wearing a white robe spoke.

The Great Sword of Mo Yong Gi Hwang.

He wore a demon king mask with ox horns carved into it and prayed with the skill of a seasoned swordsman.

Even though I had my arms crossed, an invisible black energy flowed out from my entire body, and the area around my feet was forming countless circles.

The young man wearing the mask of Jecheon Daeseong opened his mouth slightly away from him.

“I need to get it before then.”

“You can’t even do anything about the Magic Wing in front of you, so how can you talk about the Heavenly Horse Armor?”

“Don’t you know that it’s just a matter of time? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill the first god of the Ip Hwang Seong.”

“You are confident.”

“I sent him to Yoo Seong-gyeom first. I thought my uncle would be reluctant to have a match with the exhausted Ma Gwang-ik-ju.”

A cloud of dust appeared in front of the two people. The sound of swords clashing and flesh and bone breaking continued to flow out.

As soon as Mo Yong-Myeong-Jun came face to face with Jeong Yeon-Sin, he stepped back.

I finally approached him with great courage, but the gaze of the Magwangikju was extraordinary.

The courage to accept the life-saving medicine from a master waned in an instant.

After a few breaths, I thought it was right to go out and get the ball.

That was it now.

“I’ll be back soon.”

He said.

A cold reply came back immediately.

“I’m not going.”

“I know. My uncle likes my sister.”

Mo Yong-myeong-jun snickered.

The second uncle in the family did not consider Murong Mingjun as a suitable candidate for the head of the family.

I thought that Murong Shulan, who had both great qualities and character, was the right person for the position of head of the household.

The temperament of the contemporary Sogaju is said to be more suited to dark swordsmanship.

Mo Yong-myeong-jun walked into the dust without paying any attention.

A shadow stood there, its shoulders somewhat drooping. It was heartbreaking to think of how many corpses were lying around.

The people who attacked Magwangikju were swordsmen personally trained by Murong Myeongjun.

“Yeonhwanata! The worms of Shanxi say that you are the incarnation of Prince Nata!”

He shouted.

“But if the swords of my mere subordinates are so difficult to handle, the lotus petals that are said to be sharp enough to cut off Zhuge Liang’s neck will never reach me!”

“… Come here.”

A soft voice rang out. Mo Yong Mingjun’s shoulders flinched slightly.

At the same time, the tips of his feet stamped the ground as if to erase his shame.

“The smell of blood is thick, so you haven’t even put up a defensive wall! I’ve heard it from my master! The self-defense techniques of the Magwangikju are weak compared to the sword techniques! If you have any energy left, come and see!”

A considerable amount of time has passed since the first collision.

His uncle, who had become cold to Murong Mingjun due to some incident, would not help him.

A monster who would push Murong Su-ran if Sogaju died on this spot. Murong Gi-hwang, the great swordsman, is the most sinister and honor-oriented hypocrite.

Mo Yong-myeong-jun wanted to somehow drain Ma Guang-ik-ju’s energy. If he could cut off his neck directly, it would be the icing on the cake.

at that time.

Ta-da-dak.

A strange noise was rushing from the distant wall. It was very small.

A squirrel was hopping around the fence, its soft brown fur fluttering. It had a wooden box tied to its small back.

A refreshing fragrance spread.

‘Shaolin’s spirit… … ? Said to be good at tracking… … .’

At that moment, Mo Yong-myeong-jun’s eyebrows rose.

The fight went on so long that it wouldn’t have been strange if some variable had intervened.

“That thing! Grab that thing first! That thing must not fall into the hands of the Magwangikju!”

Hwaaaaak!

A dozen or so new models raced toward the direction he pointed.

They were all swordsmen carrying swords. The battle with Magwangikju was in a lull for a moment, but as soon as the order was given, they quickly cut through the air with their Boshinshin.

The wind blowing hard against my ears felt very reassuring.

“Swordsmen can reveal their true feelings!”

Mo Yong-myeong-jun’s shout was close to an order to join in the provocation.

The masked swordsmen responded.

“The fight is going on for a long time! Isn’t it so boring!”

“Is what we have in front of us really a lotus flower?”

“They say that the temper of the Tang Ma Guang-ik-ju was fierce, and now you are proving the rumor in your own hand!”

The corners of Mo Yong Mingjun’s mouth curled up.

“You must have come here to seek the Heavenly Horse Armor. As expected, you have nothing now. Not even a self-defense weapon or a weapon worthy of the name Yeonhwanata…”

Suddenly, Mo Yong Sogaju’s vision became white. A dry halo of light obscured his eyes, so he could not see the long shadows extending behind him.

It passed over Mo Yong Mingjun’s neck without a sound.

Crunch.

The sudden sound of someone stepping next to him was terribly empty. It was truly terrifying.

“Your Majesty, you are urging me to give orders with useless talk.”

A cheerful voice rings out right next to me.

Mo Yong-myeong-jun just opened his mouth and lowered his eyes. However, there was no way he could see the bloody discharge on his neck.

“…Ma Gwang-ik is his self-defense weapon.”

The shadow of the messenger of death with the hero’s hat on his forehead whispered.

As soon as he swung his sword, the light energy of the Guangye Jie scattered into a whitish haze, and at the same time, Murong Mingjun’s head fell down.

Across the front, the heads of those who had been stretching out their swords to kill the squirrels had all fallen off.

at the same time.

In the cloudy dust.

The eyes of the running squirrel and Jeongyeonshin meet.

It was spherical.

Immediately afterwards, the mysterious squirrel cut the string around my waist with its small forefoot, and the wooden box hanging from the Shaolin spirit’s back flew into the air.

Following the sudden attraction.

It was a sight that stopped the swordsmen who were rushing in one after another in their tracks.

The wooden box was sucked into Jeongyeonshin’s grasp.

widely.

Five bloody fingertips trace the texture of the wood.

A small sound brought silence. Magwangikju finished distributing the supplies.

“Look at the lotus flower.”

The voice of the Great Swordsman rang out eerily.