Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 366

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Jeongyeonshin opened her mouth.

“Stand there.”

The sound of the natural light of the Neungbeop Gwangryungi brushes through the bushes.

A voice that was soft but carried far away. The sound of insects nearby died down in an instant.

Even if it is a state where a certain amount of luck is needed, the level is not lowered. Moreover, the opponent is nothing compared to the breath of the dragon.

“… … !”

The unmanned vehicles that were running towards Jeongyeonshin and then suddenly turning to the side and running away were startled.

“shit!”

“I’m right! I told you it was weird!”

None of them stopped their running legs.

Rather, it seemed that the spirit of the divine power contained in the light wheel machine was pressuring them even more, which further accelerated their light dash.

It would be right to say that he recognized the level. Just like how Jeong Yeon-shin of the White and Blue era always felt a wall between himself and the major leaders of the Shingeomdan, including his maternal uncle.

‘The smell of oil in the weapon. It’s been in and out of the city.’

It might be worth questioning.

It was when Jeongyeonshin’s fingers were twitching.

The middle-aged martial artists who had been chasing the men from afar on the other side were rapidly approaching.

A Taoist with a sword and a nun with an iron staff. The waves of energy that are both focused are impressive. It seemed like they were closing the distance from the beginning.

“Damn! I don’t even get tired of it…!”

“Scatter!”

The five masters who had previously tried to overcome the crisis by taking Jeongyeonshin hostage.

As soon as they saw the black robe with the rough prince engraved on it, they turned at a right angle without thinking long.

They were quick-witted. They survived long enough in the Sima Oedo to become masters. Their pride was their discernment that surpassed even the most ingenious.

They are the Five Great Guardians of Love. That is what they call each other.

Even in the Sacheon River, those who are quite skilled at handling weapons have joined forces to survive in the famine river.

To crush the heads of those who are full and commit acts of vandalism, or to gain an advantage when competing with multiple strong men for power.

Ho Jeong-o-geol was strong. His hands and feet were also quite fit.

Enough to be able to escape before the mid-level monsters of the old faction approached. Before that, he had cut off the limbs of several White Warriors and Later Jisoo of the Ip Hwang Seong Sacheon Branch.

Therefore, the fact that Ho Jeong-o-geol changed course at this moment was a stroke of luck for the masters who were chasing them.

Because we stopped wasting our energy on those who were already going to catch us anyway.

“Private school, over there…!”

“Purple Wisdom Goddess should not keep the situation in her hands… …!”

From down the street, clear voices could be heard here and there.

A voice of faith. Leaving behind the clear and powerful momentum characteristic of the famous sect’s later incumbents, a middle-aged Taoist priest and a nun kicked the ground.

Phew!

A cloud of dust burst out from the heels of the Taoist monk wearing a blue robe. Mingryubyo (銘流飄). This is the new method of the Cheongseongpa.

The new type, which was supposed to be smooth and full of Taoist principles, quickly crossed the space, leaving behind a long cloud of dust.

The nun holding the iron staff also ran beside him without falling behind him at all. It was the famous Great Stillness Buddha Shadow Body (大靜佛影身) of the Amipa.

A dark shadow loomed over her back, creating a powerful propulsive spur.

In an instant, the two of them closed the distance to within arm’s length of Ho Jeong-o.

The five drones who felt the immense aerodynamic wave were so frightened that they fell down on the spot. It was a nareotagon.

Swaaaak!

As the eerie sound tore through the air, dozens of strands of hair were cut off.

The sword wind passed right past the spot where the five necks had been. It was a blow from the Taoist sword.

“This crazy…! This is the hand of Cheongseong Malkoda!”

“Hey, you crazy Taoist bastard! Didn’t the monks teach us not to fear killing?!”

Each of them rolled around on the ground like a tiger, shouting whatever they wanted. Some of them even swore at each other.

The words and actions themselves had no particular meaning.

The death of the spine and the destruction of the body.

It is a term that originally came from the Old School sect that had Buddhism and Taoism as its sects.

Except for the Shaolin Temple in Sungsan, there were no old sects that showed mercy to the evildoers. Their kindness extended only to the common people.

Ho Jeong-o knew it too. He just needed time to catch his breath.

bang!

The iron cage of Amifa Jamishini did not give them any leeway.

Unlike the staffs of monks who did not practice martial arts, the staffs of the Amipa monks were made of iron that could store unlimited martial arts power.

Every time he struck the ground while aiming for Ho Jeong-oh-geol’s body that was quickly rolling around, the ground shook as if it had been hit by an earthquake.

Boom! Kwaang! Kwaaang!

“Amitabha! Amitabha!”

A burst of anger like a shout. The middle-aged nun’s crimson robe flapped up and down, creating a tremendous ripple effect.

The iron bars, which were continuously slammed down with incredible force, created countless shadows, and each time they did, the dust from the explosion shot up.

The Hojeong-o-geol’s self-defense weapon, which was so well-made that it could let in a fine light, gradually crumbled, making the sound of a stone slab splitting.

The middle-aged swordsman of the Cheongseongpa who had first struck down the sword was now standing still.

His hands would blur whenever Hojung-Ogeol showed signs of rolling in a different direction, and at the same time, the blue sword light would spread like a cloud and burst the blood vessels one by one.

Amipa and Cheongseongpa. They are the old factions of Sacheonseong.

It was a different level.

One by one, they are rendered powerless and fall to the ground with soft groans.

None of them died instantly, but all five had their arms crushed and their legs punctured. It appeared that the limb veins had been ruptured.

‘Amipa’s Jeolneochunsujang (絶惱千袖杖), Cheongseongpa’s Cheongungeombeop (靑雲劍法).’

Jeong Yeon-shin was now standing ten paces away from them, blankly staring at the scene.

Jeonggajang was located in Xinye County, Henan Province. It was a place where he could not help but be exposed to the great reputation of Shaolin Temple from a young age.

Jeongyeonshin also had a vague admiration for the Shaolin monks. This was especially so because he had no companions to go with.

When I played around by swinging branches and such on my own, all the immortals of the old school in my imagination would eventually turn into Dharma and Jang Sam-bong.

In a way that is both detached and knows everything.

There was no monk there who struck people with an iron staff while his eyes flashed. I had never imagined a Taoist priest who swung a sword.

‘There must be some circumstances…?’

It was a bit shaky. It felt like a cane mark was engraved on a precious memory.

That was when.

The nuns and Taoist priests who were observing Ho Jeong-o-geol, who was on the verge of death, raised their heads. They were looking at Jeong Yeon-shin.

Swish.

When their eyes meet, he slowly raises both hands together.

At first glance, there is a considerable age difference between him and Jeong Yeon-shin. First, he clasps his hands together and gives her a lottery ticket. Unlike the gesture he showed earlier, his body is elegant.

“I’m Jami. I’m from Ami.”

“I have a primitive mind… I was so shocked that I couldn’t say hello. My frequency is Cheong-eun.”

Two people spoke.

Jamishinni and Cheong are the masters of the old school. They are well-known even to the original name of Iphwangseong, so they would be more knowledgeable about the state of the martial arts world of Sacheonseong than anyone else.

“May I ask your name? I haven’t heard any rumors that there is anyone like you among the great lords of Iphwangseong… … .”

The middle-aged Taoist priest of the Cheongseongpa sect with thick eyebrows, Cheong Eun Dojang, trailed off.

Jamishini, who looked to be around the same age as him, was staring at Jeongyeonshin with an expressionless face.

“… … .”

A gentle breeze swept through the silence.

Jeong Yeon-shin was choosing her words inwardly. Should she reveal her identity? Originally, the work of the great lords of Ip Hwang-seong was such that the more the identity of the black man was shrouded in mystery, the more powerful it became.

‘The old school’s mid-level masters… … .’

Although he appears calm on the outside, he does not look completely comfortable.

The gap between inhalation and exhalation was still long, as if he was throwing a spell at Ho Jeong-o-geol, showing that he had not yet let go of his guard.

Rather, it was Jeong Yeon-shin who was greatly disappointed and stood on end.

at that time.

“Huh? Got you! You villains!”

“As expected, you are a private tutor!”

“Look at that floor. The marks of the Cheongun Sword Technique… You’re lucky enough to have your eyes opened.”

“What kind of martial arts did you use, Shinni?”

“Brain-severing water tank.”

“Oh, indeed. Look at that whirlwind pattern. The traces of the waves are incredibly deep.”

“It’s not like I can follow the wheel, but the aerodynamics are even worse… … .”

Jamishinni and Cheong are the later disciples who followed the dojo.

There were about fifteen of them. In addition to those wearing monk robes and dobok, there were many men and women wearing silk clothes. They seemed to be young powerful families from the Sacheon martial arts world.

Some people stopped in their tracks upon seeing Jeongyeonshin, while others couldn’t take their eyes off the traces of martial arts left by the seniors of the old school, or glared at Hojeong Ohgeol, who lay sprawled covered in blood.

A couple among them suddenly came to their senses and stood behind Jamishini and Cheong Eun Dojo.

A young Taoist priest and a young nun. Both of them seemed to have the elixir of a monk planted in their bodies, emitting invisible energy waves.

“Sasaek, we’ve caught you, so we should hurry and go back. These guys… Aren’t they the ronin I bought with Thirteen Thousand’s money? They might have traces of Chu Jonghyang.”

The young Taoist priest with sharp, focused eyes spoke.

Cheong, one of the five great swordsmen of Cheongseongpa, called Dojo Sasuk. The young man must also be a famous swordsman in Sacheon Gangho.

The young nun standing next to her nodded deeply enough to cast a shadow under her high nose.

“There are more than a few people who show similar behavior. There are cases of people harming disciples of the Iphwangseong Muin or Baekdo Sect and then going into the mountains where there are few people… … .”

Jamishini cut her off, leaving her behind.

“Sipjeonmun, Geumsimun, Sunmaryeon, Paegeomjong, and Yeoyeongdo are probably included. Which side do you think they are on?”

“They say that a new leader has taken the throne of Sunmaryeon while Socheonmujeok is gone. We can try to lure our army and the masters of Cheongseong. We have to show them something.”

The young nun who had given a long answer added a few words.

“If the two of you are opponents, then the pure horse master himself might come. Didn’t you lose the Dokwon horse and the pure horse spirit to the Magwangikju?”

Even in the midst of such a serious discussion, Jamishinni and Cheong’s eyes did not leave Jeongyeonshin.

A look of caution toward the great enemy.

Not all the masters of the old school accept the Ip Hwang Seong without hesitation. This is because there are many secular schools.

It is not uncommon for martial arts schools in the martial arts world, which are persecuted by the government, to have the old school’s martial arts as their main stream. So, although Iphwangseong and the old school share the same goals, they sometimes clash.

When Jeong Yeon-shin inherited the throne of Ma Gwang-ik-ju, he heard such a story from his maternal uncle, Ma Jin.

―The reason you clashed with the plum blossom inspectors? Some of the swordsmen who fought in the village were members of the Hwasan clan.

As we were about to arrest him for questioning, the inspector came and started talking crazy. He said that his own men were going to question him.

This was the reason why Ma Gwang-ik and the Hwasanpa plum blossom inspectors clashed before Jeong Yeon-shin entered Iphwangseong.

The volcano was fair and upright, but it was like a martial arts school, and my uncle, nicknamed Naraksal, was not good at taking into account the circumstances of martial artists.

‘Will they believe me if I reveal my identity?’

Jeongyeonshin thought.

Iphwangseong Ma Gwangikju is a key figure in the martial arts world.

Those who are leaders of the old school cannot help but understand its characteristics.

This would be even more true for Seomye, the youngest black person and nicknamed the King of Hwajungam in Sacheon.

“Why do you hesitate to speak like that? You have the title of prince written on your shoulder.”

“If the writing is golden, isn’t he the direct disciple of the Ip Hwang Seong Ju? Among the great lords under the Shin Geum Dan, the only one like that is Hwajungamwang Seomye, and I heard he is a young boy of seventeen.”

Cheong said the seal and its ingredients.

As such, the martial artists at the top of the martial arts world are well-informed. It is not easy to get something from them.

“Surely not, you are falsely pretending to be the King of Hwajungam…?”

The young nun’s words did not reach Jeong Yeon-shin’s ears.

He was well versed in etiquette and morality. He thought that since he had received a bow and a lottery ticket, he should return the favor first, so he slowly raised both hands.

Sarak.

Jeong Yeon-shin stopped and waved the lottery politely, as he did when dealing with other monks and Taoists.

It was difficult to accept those I met as monks and Taoists. The behavior shown by Jamisinni and Cheong Eun Dojang earlier flashed before my eyes.

He clearly did the right thing, but his demeanor was bad. He could even say he was lacking in class.

“I am the magician.”

He put both his hands together neatly and then lowered them.