Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 325

Kyungcheon (4)

Silence fell.

He left behind the corpses of the masters raised by Mo Yong Sogaju and talked about giving them as gifts.

Yeonhwanata’s words cannot help but carry great weight.

At this moment, the black robed prince, who was carrying a sword and a bag slung over one shoulder, was the one who killed Zhuge Liang, who was trying to rule the Shanxi region.

In Shanxi, where there is no great wave, he will exert greater influence than any other clan leader.

Even the next owner of Salmun had to choose his words. Even though Geumjon-hui held the popularity of the Shanxi people in his hands, it was the same.

“…a gift.”

Salhyeop slowly opened his mouth.

“Rather, the text should be given to Magwangikju. That is correct.”

“… … ?”

“Didn’t you forge Seon-Hwi into a great dark sword? It’s a debt to Geum-Ga. It’s a huge…”

Geumjonghwi spoke with a smile on his face.

“I was very sorry. During the Cheonmachong Rebellion, I was young, and all I could do was blame the elders for not being able to protect Seonhwi from the Moyong family’s male and female enemies. It seems that Ma Gwang-ik-ju has taken on the work that my foolish older brother could not do… I don’t know how to express my gratitude. If it were up to me, I would at least give you a ride. Anyway, I don’t have any blood relatives that I can use.”

A voice that resonated gently. It was a pleasant voice to listen to. The story was also smooth and flowing like water.

Gold price debt.

If you look at it from another perspective, it is a story that approaches with significance.

Magwangikju mentioned a gift in return for growing his right arm, but it turned out that they were the ones who should be giving it.

It sounded like Heonwonchang’s roots and identity were closer to Salmun than to Ma Gwang-ik.

Are you trying to get the Daeseolgeom from Ma Gwang-ik with proper words?

‘If you cross the line any further, I’ll have to tell you to draw your sword.’

Jeongyeon Shin stared blankly at the black-haired man in front of her.

I know who you are even though you didn’t introduce yourself. Your lower body resembles Heonwonchang.

The jawline, which is sharp and descending as if drawn with a brisk brush stroke, is almost identical. The eyes shining inside the round brim of the black hat reminded me of the blue giraffe Namgung Sejin.

The prayer is clear. If you are a person who goes around killing people.

The black-haired man who had been locking eyes with him suddenly smiled brightly.

“Whichever side of our copper gate you choose, I will accept it as the correct answer. Well, I don’t dare to come out from this side.”

Leaving aside the issue of Heonwonchang’s whereabouts, I felt great goodwill. Even his words and actions that lightly spoke of the traditions of the Buddhist order were the same.

The target of the murder, a custom of making anyone who could threaten Cheonmachong hit the front and back of the copper gate.

It was said that the omnipotence of the first heavenly horse that went to the paradise beyond the distant sky was contained even in the most insignificant coin.

To those who did not know the doctrine, it was known only as such.

At that moment, Heonwonchang stepped forward from the side.

“He’s my older cousin whom I lost when I was young. His nickname is Salhyeop, and his given name is Geumjonhwi.”

Jeong Yeon-shin nodded slightly. What he had expected was right. He was the older brother of Heonwonchang by blood, and he had the temperament of a great swordsman similar to Namgung Se-jin.

I decided to endure it just this once.

He hoped that Heonwonchang would find peace whenever he thought of his family. He hoped that he would be different from Jeong Gajang.

At this moment, the reason why Ip Hwang Dae Hyeop wanted to release all the debts and return.

“Oh, I was out of my mind. I had a VIP in attendance… This was the first time I was opening this to outsiders, so I hesitated without realizing the favor.”

Salhyeop, smiling awkwardly, reached out his hand toward the inside of the cave. It was a somewhat exaggerated gesture.

“Welcome to the successor of the May Great Gate and the Golden Gate.”

* * *

I came down a long road. It seemed to take about half an hour.

The surroundings were pitch black. It was pitch black with not a single ray of light, but I could feel a breeze blowing from far away.

Jeong Yeon-shin stood shoulder to shoulder with Heon Won-chang and followed Sal-hyeop’s instructions. It was the blood of the assassins.

It was a sect that was bound to have many enemies. It was understandable that they had established their base in a place that could be called a secret place.

“Your Majesty, wasn’t there a group when you came through the gate? I think I saw two people. A young man and a young woman.”

Short, overlapping echoes resonated in all directions.

It’s Heonwonchang’s voice.

Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her mouth. Her eyes were bright blue with the light of the Heavenly Law.

He was reconstructing the flow of energy he had emitted from his entire body through his eyeballs and scanning the damp cave walls.

“I saw it bounce off when the Moyong Sogaju attacked and hid somewhere else… … .”

“You’re not on a close friendship, are you? May I ask your status?”

“She must be the daughter of Sim Mu-ryeon-ju. She is also a traitor.”

The sergeant who was walking in front, Geumjonghwi, spoke.

Perhaps he was bothered by the blue glare of the Magwangikju’s eyes shining behind him, so he couldn’t bring himself to look back and only occasionally wiggled the deltoid muscles on his shoulders.

At that moment, Heonwonchang’s startled cry spread.

“You’re the son of a cult leader?!”

The sound of the murderous voice rang out like a song through the echoes that filled the cave.

“I’m sure. Unlike the old men, this older brother has collected and memorized every single detail of the Yongmo-pagi. He’s different from the bamboo sword that even the lotus flower that shakes the mountains and rivers doesn’t recognize. With the information power of the main text, he’s right next to Haomun and Gaebong in Shanxi, but I don’t understand why he’s letting this good thing rot away and dying. He’s like the martial artists who are intoxicated by their own power. The old people who died outside are the same.”

“Daeju, did you eat something like poison? Silver needle! Where is the silver needle… … .”

The voice of Salhyeop Geumjonghwi became weaker as he heard the sound of people searching here and there. With a somewhat calm expression, he opened the stone door blocking his eyes.

“Arrived.”

Gugu Palace―

A halo of light from a torch streaming through a vertical straight line.

An underground plaza was immediately revealed. The sight spread out in the deep cave was so large that it could be called a martial arts arena.

The scent of ink was strong in the air.

A very unique sight unfolded.

A translucent wave of energy was constantly falling on the stone table that filled the basement, and inside it, black-clad warriors, standing upright like the scribes of the Imperial Palace, were writing something with brushes in their hands.

It seemed as if it was constantly recording the sound pouring down from the ceiling.

The muttering voices continued like a chant.

They focused only on their assigned tasks, regardless of whether Jeong Yeon-shin and her party came or not. At first glance, they looked like they were not in their right minds.

“The expedition to Beijing from the Forbidden City… The three great masters of the imperial family set out with ten thousand troops. There is a rumor that the emperor personally created and bestowed martial arts to counter the northern rebels…”

“Sacheonseong, Jinsimunju asks Danggaju for a life-or-death decision. Regarding the exchange of the Mancheonhwawoo recipe and the Bancheon Chamryongshik (飜天斬龍式)…”

“The leader of the Sunmalyeon was killed by the leader of the Myunggyo sect. It is said that it was a showdown of a thousand agreements where lightning actually struck down. The invincible Yeolujin declared in the center of the Sunmalyeon main corps that his sorcery was the closest method to the first Heavenly Demon. We will see if the remaining forces of the Myunggyo sect will completely absorb Sunmalyeon. Because of the strange harmony, there are many who cannot leave the land of Xinjiang, so it is better not to wait for further news in this text… .”

Is it a mixture of Cheonrijicheongsul and Baekrijeoneum?

A part of the elaborately woven news network is reflected as it is. The warriors who have mastered the communication skills to a certain degree are spread out here and there like post stations, replacing messengers or horses.

It seemed possible to open up to the same level as the old wave, but the waves of sound now descending from the cave ceiling were testifying to the power of the Salmun.

If an ignorant commoner were to see this, it would be a transcendent sight.

However, Jeongyeonshin was surprised by something else. Her eyebrows raised involuntarily.

The news I heard as soon as I entered was all ominous. A couple of them were directly related to him.

The rumor that Geumsimunju requested a secret meeting with Danggaju was enough to shake up the martial arts world, but the news about Sunmalyeonju and Myeonggyo Sogyo was even worse.

‘The leader hasn’t died yet?’

Following Suncheonik, Cheonrimdae and Seonmokryeong also headed to Xingang a long time ago.

Perhaps the rumors are mixed. The landmass of the Ming Dynasty is so vast that it can expand the perception of most people. This means that it is rare for news to reach the country accurately and on time.

That is why there are still many martial artists who do not know the face of Ma Gwang-ik-ju Jeong Yeon-shin. There were also many cases where the documents that finally arrived were inconsistent with the actual facts.

The accomplishment of the mission of the three armed forces can be considered in the same context.

It was highly likely that the death of Sunmaryeonju would come first, and then news would arrive that the three great lords had killed the minor cult leader of the Myunggyo. Jeong Yeon-shin wanted to think so.

“It’ll be okay.”

Heonwonchang tapped his shoulder.

It was when Jeong Yeon-shin, with her mouth shut, silently nodded her head.

Suddenly, a wide wall came into his sight. Beyond Salmun’s disciples who were receiving and writing down the news, a cave wall with a long trail engraved on it, like a comet’s tail.

no.

Upon closer inspection, it was a stone pillar. It seemed as if the engraved wall had been carved with nails and a chisel and then attached.

A glimpse of a task that would be difficult for anyone who has not trained in martial arts to imagine was revealed.

‘Sword marks… …?’

A flash of color flashed across Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes.

“One of my priests went to fetch the Sogaju of the Hwangbo family and the successor of the Iphwang family. He will be here soon. He will be accompanied by the elders of the proper main body. Hmm? Ah… … .”

Salhyeop, who approached with light steps, let out a strange exclamation.

“A swordsman of your caliber would be worthy of having his eyes taken away. But for me, it would be nothing more than an unforgettable disgrace.”

“What if it’s a disgrace?”

“It’s the sword mark of the Murong family. It was used to shatter the Cheonmachong Tomb that was intact over a dozen years ago… .”

Salhyeop Geumjonghwi trailed off. He seemed like he would be cheerful and romantic in everything, but he seemed to have difficulty showing light words and actions in front of the monk’s favor.

“It contains the determination not to forget. There are more than a dozen elders who have become fools because they only practiced perfection in an attempt to destroy it… The elders’ stubbornness is so strong that they are leaving it as it is. If I become the head of the clan, I will destroy it in one go… … .”

Jeongyeonshin didn’t listen.

Standing there blankly, he faced the sword marks that could have been three long swords. Geumjonghui’s words were fading from his ears.

Suddenly, a blue beam of light from the Heavenly Law extended from both eyes and swept across the rough walls. It was accompanied by a cool breeze that swept across the cave floor.

Yeonhwa Nata suddenly muttered.

“Your grip is weak.”

“What did you say… … ?”

“But how can you have a sword attack so powerful that it can be called a meteor… … .”

That was when.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s voice was covered by the words of the Salmundos that were suddenly spoken. A sense of urgency was evident in her plain tone.

“The Blue Spoon has discovered traces of a strange Blood Flame Sect. A straight line of blood has been carved into the snowy plains of Busu for three days without being erased. Judging from the intelligence that a beautiful woman of extraordinary beauty has crossed the well village of Qinyang County, it is presumed to be the Seven Sages of the Blood Flame Sect. It was added that her movements seemed very uncomfortable…”

“Baekdo (白刀) said, ‘We found traces of Simmulyeonju in the snowy fields north of Bunju. The traces of Mujanghwihwanggong (無張輝晃功) that were dug in a spiral shape with a radius of one hundred zhang still remain. Simmulyeonju’s Gunwihou is a person who personally interrogates even open beggars, unlike his own class. Tell all of his disciples in Shanxi to evacuate to Anga. Simmulyeon’s martial arts forces are swarming from all directions.”

“Heukgeom (黑劍) said, “I have witnessed a cloud split in half at the southern end of Taewonbu and the border of Yoju. It is thought to be the Meteor Sword (流星劍) of Murong Jiazhou and the empty step. The disciples scattered in Taewon will be returned within an hour. Very urgent (至急), urgent.”

and.

Boom! Kwung! Kwuuung!

A heavy roar spread. The vibrations were like a meteor shower. Small waterfalls of stone dust flowed down from various parts of the wall.

In an instant, the surrounding area began to be covered in whitish dust.