Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 428

◈ Grand Master (2)

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There are many famous people in the Jeongpa martial arts world.

It can’t be helped. That’s why those who pursue chivalry and martial arts are collectively called Baekdo Jeongpa.

Green Jade Sword Master.

It is a place where only those who have made a particularly great name for themselves in Baekdo Gangho are invited as guests.

But in the face of Peng Gaju’s death, even the arena of the famous figures’ battles was no different from any other street market. It was filled with shock and amazement.

“Even though it is the unwavering mind of the Mingjingjishu, Gupa must have been flustered for a rare moment. The wrinkles on the foreheads of the immortal elders are vivid in my mind.”

Peng Gainhu said.

Her body was the same as when she had told Jeongyeonshin of her victory the other day.

The legs he had propped up on the desk in his office were extremely long, and the hands he held, holding dozens of letters, were large and calloused.

On the other side, five unmanned people were lying prostrate.

They were the travelers of Pengga.

“What are the expected personnel changes?”

“It was predicted that Shin So-bin of the White House would appear, but there is intelligence that she has entered a closed-door relationship and is not leaving home. It is worth keeping someone else in mind.”

“… It’s worth saving. They say he’s a master.”

Peng Gainhu wiggled one of his feet.

“I’ll only send Baekmyo out when I’m dealing with the second great disciple of the old school. How regretful it would be if he got hurt before then.”

“That is correct.”

“Since there were so many unmanned people belonging to the Seomyeo Mu-maek, we will end the investigation into the white one here. It is at a level where prediction is useless. What about the blue one?”

“The most powerful ones are Cheong-an-mageom Cheong-myeong, Hwang-bo-ga’s Tae-yeom-ryong, and Il-ryeon-geom-mae Baek Mi-ryeo. They are masters who will surpass Heuk-sae in the future. Il-ryeon-geom-mae is even considered the one who will completely recover the legacy of Cheonmachong, which has been rumored recently.”

“There are a lot of defeats. Now let’s pass this one. It will be difficult to deal with them all unless you are someone as good as Jang Bong and Joo Se-hwa. Anyway, that shaman’s monster will come out when you deal with Black… … .”

Hwaruk-

All the documents were burning in Peng Gainhu’s hands. The speed at which the hot energy of Samadhi Jinhwa reached its peak was surprisingly fast.

Before he knew it, the ashes were flying around, and the eyes of the prostrate subordinates were filled with awe.

“And, in black… … .”

The leading swordsman opens his mouth again. Peng Gainhu cuts him off.

“Baekgirin Namgung Hwasin?”

“There is no other way for Seomyeo Mu-maek. However… … .”

“But?”

“The new purple trophy… The Namgung Se-ga’s Uicheon Sword is not with Baek Gi-rin. If we listen to what happened at Jeong Ga-jang’s tomb, Namgung Hwa-shin had not yet entered the martial arts of Yeonhwa Na-ta. If he had not received the Uicheon Sword, there is a high possibility that Sim Geuk Gi-rin would not have inherited it either.”

“Or maybe he only received martial arts. It would be burdensome to inherit the sword that honors Cheonggi-rin in front of the crowd of Baekdo Jeongpa, and to receive a family heirloom there too? Would that be possible for Baekgi-rin, who came from home, with that kind of personality?”

“hmm…….”

“In the first place, there are other black islanders who can be mobilized privately besides Namgung Hwasin…? That doesn’t make sense. It would only be possible if there were many qualified people for the Hwasan Jiyak among the Shingeomdan’s great leaders. If there were only one or two, it would be difficult to summon them here at this time.”

“Yes.”

Except for Namgung Hwasin, black ones are sent to the battlefield. That means that the power of the Seomye clan is greater than that of the Eight Great Masters.

It is not a reasonable guess. Isn’t he a new novice who has not even been in the business for three years? To begin with, a master is a decisive weapon in the Bangpa War that proves the history of the relevant sect.

“The body is tailored to Namgung Hwasin.”

A cracking sound echoed from Peng Gainhu’s body. It was along with her subsequent words.

“Even if we defeat Iphwangseong here, it will be impossible to conquer Hwasanjiyak. So we have to make our hometown bigger.”

Peng Gainhu muttered softly. A pair of Taoist monks placed in the corner of the office were weeping.

In an instant, the air wave that had thickly filled the room caused the guests’ bodies to convulse and disappeared, along with traces of the intelligence that had turned from ashes to dust.

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The people of Iphwangseong are those who walk the line between official and military affairs. The gap between the high official path and the deep valleys of martial arts.

Their weapons were often worn out by the rough blood and eventually broke in half, but the white, blue, and black robes they wore symbolized their high rank.

The most belligerent and orphaned of the Gangho factions. No one in the world can deny his temperament and position.

Naturally, the level of class is high.

Saaaaa―

A translucent wind blew between the fifty warriors gathered in the training ground.

The air slowly scraping the dirt and making a rustling sound. The summer atmosphere was simultaneously receiving the scorching sun and aerodynamic waves.

“… … .”

The Iphwangseong warriors dispatched as Nokokgeomjang lined up with the masters Ma Gwangik.

Ten people across, five people down. They all stood in their proper positions, straight as bamboo.

The reason was that the person they were meeting at this moment was the highest rank of Iphwangseong Baekcheongheukja.

Suddenly, the door to the pavilion they were looking at opened with a creak.

Damn it.

Jeongyeonshin comes down the stairs at the entrance. Namgung Hwashin follows him one step behind.

These are the people who once took the imperial examination together to become white. However, now, the hems of their clothes that swayed at their feet as they walked were the color of sunset and jet black respectively.

The breathing of the unmanned soldiers standing in line became weak. They were unconsciously holding their internal energy breaths for a long time. Some of them even showed a faint sense of emotion.

It is not easy for the masters of the great sect who have crossed the line for a long time to suddenly acknowledge someone as their top superior.

However, it was different for Seomye Jeongyeonshin. It was the same even aside from the great achievements and martial arts that made Cheongeummugo crowded.

Because of his unusual age, appearance, and past conduct, he has long been widely respected in the country.

It was a case of caring for and respecting one’s older brother, but also being able to say that he represented Iphwangseong in a different sense from Yongheemyeong, the new sword master.

“Have you learned the Hwanikbo?”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had reached the front of the line, asked.

The voice was so faint that it was hard to read the intentions. Only a few people who were exceptionally perceptive could sense the hesitation in those words.

“It’s called Changcheon-dae Baek-haek, So-ryu-hyang (蘇溜香). Yes, I have combined it with Hwan-ik-bo.”

A woman wearing a white hero hat as a headband, tying her forehead and the back of her hair together, answered.

Yunling Sword (隕嶺劍) So Liu Xiang. At a young age, he was recognized as the best swordsman in the city from a village in Fujian Province and was promoted to Hoguang. After that, he became a member of Changcheondae and became famous.

‘They say he has the talent and features of a heavenly being… ‘

The corners of So Ryu-hyang’s mouth twitched as she took in Jeong Yeon-shin’s face with a glance.

The Boshin Gyeong is a martial art that shows a lot of signs of being learned. The Bobeop Hwanikbo and the Shinbeop Pungshin are both like this.

This is because when you train properly, the balance of your body itself changes, and in the eyes of experts, it cannot help but be seen as a great change.

When a new purple haired woman appears, it is obvious that she will be able to recognize her beauty at a glance.

However, Jeong Yeon-shin is the founder of the Seomyeo Mu-maek. It is like a living Dharma appearing before a Shaolin monk who is learning the Reverse Path. Anyone would feel great emotions.

‘I think my achievements are pretty good. I think they’re good enough to show to the new boss.’

It was when Soryuhyang was thinking.

“if…….”

Jeong Yeon-shin glanced at her feet with a somewhat uncomfortable gaze, trailing off.

The masters of Ip Hwang Seong, including So Ryu Hyang, knew that it was an extremely rare sight. This was because they were well aware of the actions of Ma Gwang Ik Seom Ye.

She inwardly imagined herself stroking the head of the one who had once been the youngest of the imperial family.

There was no one who did not know the story of the boy who grew up neglected in the Shinya-hyeon Hanam Jeongga.

“Please speak freely.”

Soryuhyang spoke clearly, highlighting the energy waves that flowed from the Yongcheon point on the sole of the foot to the Yanggu point on the knee.

It was to elicit praise from the new president, who was bound to be awkward when dealing with people.

“Are you feeling a little… unwell? I have some elixirs that might be of use to you.”

Jeong Yeon-shin asked cautiously. So Ryu-hyang shook her head, inwardly admiring his kind deeds.

“It’s perfect. Your Majesty, you are free to use me as a non-commissioned officer of the Volcanic Land at any time.”

“… I see.”

Jeong Yeon-shin nodded. At that moment, So Ryu-hyang sensed from his gestures the unique temperament of the great monks who cultivated their mind and body in Sungsan.

The state of enlightenment and enlightenment. The story of Dharma sitting facing a wall for years came to mind.

‘How could someone of that age… … .’

How hard life must have been. The face of the young great master was reflected in So Ryu-hyang’s eyes, which were rippling with colorless light. Jeong Yeon-shin slowly opened her mouth.

“If you only learn martial arts through text, you’ll most likely end up losing your head in a real fight. As your superior, can I teach you a lesson?”

“I humbly accept the teachings of the purple one…!”

He gets down on one knee and raises his voice. It is the moment that everyone in the room has been waiting for.

Originally, a secret commentary was something like a commentary on the teachings directly conveyed by the teacher.

The process by which the Iphwangseong clans shared and promoted their achievements among themselves, claiming that they were all islands and no veins, was rather unusual.

“From Yongcheonhyeol.”

Jeongyeonshin’s voice dropped. Soryuhyang listened silently.

It wasn’t just her. The law is the foundation of all martial arts. Every single person in the room had to listen.

A soft conversation flowed out.

“Before reciting the Kukkeul, make a mental footprint on one side of your head. In the direction you are going to approach the other person. At this time, you should think of one principle, not another. Just as the gastrocnemius muscle of the knee folds in a single line, the propulsive meridian wave originating from Yongcheon point is condensed into a single long needle and prepared to radiate from the ankle. The sense of balance at this time is the feeling of fixing the body in the center of all things… … .”

“… … ?”

“Long-term, divergence, balance… I solved it easily. You foolishly know it too.”

It was said that Seomye Jeongyeonsin was this kind of gentleman when dealing with the common people. Soryuhyang suddenly realized.

To the new purple, the concepts of oneness and the sense of balance of all things are no different from ordinary words like long needle and discharge.

‘It has to be black to be understood… … .’

But this realization came second.

The new purple one had a faintly rewarding expression on its face. It was recognizable when seen in person.

How can I pour cold water on that face? However, if I waste my time like this, it will be difficult to increase my chances of winning against the old faction, including Bukseongnamjon, even if I don’t know about Pengga.

That was when.

Wheeeeeeee!

The sound of a thin wind pierces his ears. The one-eyed swordsman of the famous clan has suddenly taken his place behind him. He is the Blue Eyed Demon Sword Cheongmyeong, who can be considered the second-in-command of Ma Gwang-ik.

He whistles with his hands clasped behind his head’s hood, and the visionary skill of the Ming tribe that freely controls the wind whispers in Soryuhyang’s ears.

―I will interpret the words of the Great Master. He said to firmly grind the thrusting wave like a needle and insert it into the ankle. So that it explodes in a straight line at the Yongcheon point. Well, the balance of the method… means to not lift the soles of your feet off the ground awkwardly, but to firmly plant them on the ground.

A different level of transmission.

It was extremely faint and did not even spread any aerodynamic waves. It could be called the secret weapon of a noble clan.

It seemed that if the Han people were to imitate this, they would have to reach the level of Hye-Gwang-Sim-Eo.

“When taking a step, let the energy waves of the Blood Sea Point and the Yanggu Point cross each other without any problems, and when taking a step, let the remaining energy waves be released through the Weijung Point behind the knees… When exchanging offense and defense, it is important to decide when to take a step forward, and you can roughly estimate that time with a sense of the moment. Roughly speaking… I seem to be ignoring you guys too much.”

WHEEK―!

―He tells me to roughly draw a triangle around my knee and then burst it backwards when I feel like it.

The whistle of Cheongmyeong flowed out at an appropriate time. It seemed to express admiration for the teachings of the new master without interrupting his words.

It worked.

As evidence, Jeong Yeon-shin’s face showed a mixture of satisfaction and embarrassment. As rumored, she was especially kind to those who were her seniors in the Magwangiljo clan.

“What’s the big deal… … .”

Jeongyeonshin is quietly thinking.

The mouths of several of the masters of the original nature, including Soryuhyang, trembled intermittently.

The sunlight was shining translucently like a curtain in the middle of the smokescreen, tickling the corners of their lips.

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the next day.

The day of life and death according to the volcanic eruption has dawned.

Several farmers and beggars leaned against the walls of the Nokokgeumjang to listen, while the hawkers and merchants stopped soliciting customers.

The great men and masters of the world’s fame sat in their proper places nearby. Each was accompanied by a master who had mastered the art of Cheonrijicheongsul.

The conversations we had were largely similar. The topic was the same.

In this world.

Which pulse is the most intense?

At this moment, the invisible energy wave that filled the Green Jade Sword was incredibly dense. It was almost like the creation of heaven and earth.

Those who were unable to enter the Nokok Sword Hall due to lack of qualifications sat down here and there in Deungbong County with their eyes downcast.

The Jeongpa Gangho gathered at the Nokokgeomjang.