Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 478

Manggeuk (3)

The endlessly long body of a dragon.

The peerless masters who arrived in Hangzhou took the disaster that had appeared on the ground at that moment as their battlefield.

It was only because the Dark Heavenly Emperor’s Horongjutsu was putting the supreme spirit to sleep that it was like this.

It ends the moment one side’s air power runs out.

Just by coming down to the ground, it was a being that spread dark clouds like a sea of clouds and constantly brought down thunder and lightning. If it had completely regained its reason, it would have been impossible to oppose it.

It was a race against time, and Master Beomheo left the remaining work to Jeong Yeon-sin and Yul Ha-nangnang.

‘no.’

Jeongyeonshin thought as the halo around her heart spun even more violently.

Yulhanangrang had already done his part by pushing Jiaolong back to Jeolgang. It was impossible for Gongwolmu Jeokje. Jeongyeonshin.

So, the one who would cut off the lifeline of the Dark Heavenly Emperor had to be a new person, Ja-saek. The Shaolin abbot of the time chose Jeong Yeon-shin. That was how the fight went.

“… … .”

On the river that draws a vast circle.

The eyes of the dead and the living met, breaking the silence.

* * *

Jeongyeonshin doesn’t know much.

As for learning, all I have is the Four Books and Three Classics, Laozi, and Zhuangzi that I read with my teacher, who was a very vague teacher. My understanding is not deep.

Rather, it was the Shaolin monks who first taught him wholeheartedly.

When creating a law.

The monk Soshinseung Gakjeong and the old monk Wonjong explained the Buddhist law.

It was a short but enjoyable time. Those were the days when I was wondering what kind of thoughts should be infused into my inner strength to acquire a divine temperament.

Jeong Yeon-shin was able to lay the foundation for the Neungbeop Gwangryun-gi thanks to his discussions with monks.

The Great Master of Unlearned was said to be a being who created all kinds of recipes by looking back at the clouds passing by in the distance or the learning he had accumulated.

To Jeong Yeon-shin at that time, the Shaolin monks were nature.

Taoism was different.

What the high-ranking official told him was chivalry.

In the traces of Sam Bong Jin-in, I discovered the secrets of swordsmanship. It would be correct to say that it was an incredibly sublime technique.

In the meantime.

There was no middle ground, no intention to contain the truth.

Jeongyeonshin had been thinking that way ever since the Emperor of Amcheon mentioned Sambongjinin.

In the midst of the fierce battle, it became clear that there was no other technique that could be a decisive blow to him besides the Ipdo Gongwol, and his thoughts became deeper. Because no sword or technique could even scratch the scales of the dragon at the moment.

Jeong Yeon-shin wondered. What kind of thoughts did the shaman Sam Bong-jin have when he forced Imugi?

The enlightenment that martial artists talk about means finding an idea that is suitable for melting into the truth.

The skills that are apparent on the surface are just superficial. If you train your mind to match the martial arts, the power of the first technique will change.

Even the secret rules of Tai Chi, which are commonly learned by the common people, are written in many specific ways, such as, “When drawing a circle, think of the unbroken sun and moon.”

Of course, the Taegeuk Hyegeom (太極慧劍) of the shaman’s vision will be incomparably mysterious.

‘I don’t know a shaman.’

There was no study that could extract the martial arts of the Taoist sect. There was no knowledge in one’s mind that could create such an image of martial arts.

The Gwangtaegeuk that led Jeongyeonshin to Gongwolmu was merely an enlightenment of the mind that had nothing to do with the Taegeuk sword.

Swaaa …

Therefore, the flow that blurs through Jeongyeonshin’s hands at this moment and eventually causes the river to bend in a spiral shape is not a traditional Taoist martial art.

Even if the strong wind began to rise up with white foam, forming a huge whirlpool, it was the same. It did not have the mysterious aura characteristic of the old school martial arts.

It will seem like an imitation.

The bones formed by hundreds of years of obsession were worth it.

In fact, the imitation was right. The Taegeuk technique that was used to reverse the attack of the Heavenly Sword Master was the same. It was not effective against the sword attack that the Oedo First Sword was wielding from a close distance.

[How dare you… …!]

The six-way battle of the Dark Heavenly Emperor explodes violently in all directions, creating incredibly high waves.

In an instant, the wall of water blocked out the sunlight with a rumbling sound, and Jeong Yeon-shin let go of the Songmun Sword, which was cast in a dim shadow, from her waist.

It was a lie from the beginning.

Aside from his personality that did not fit the class of the Gangjangji, the Ganghoin clan usually had their pride thorned at even a few casual words.

It must be the limit of the martial artists who swing their internal energy like a blade without any laws. Jeong Yeon-shin lifted the sword he was holding and made a big turn.

I was standing on scales that faintly scattered blue light under my feet.

Originally, he only had one black sword.

On top of the dragon’s vast body.

He was nervous even as he moved his sword. There wasn’t much time left for the peerless masters of this battlefield to maintain their composure like a clear mirror.

Even if it doesn’t seem like it at first glance, you can feel it.

The group’s internal breathing had slightly increased.

Yulhanangrang, who hid her body between the clouds, was especially so. Her exhalation, as she prepared to cut herself, was filled with urgency, and there might have been white steam on her sword, which she had set aside.

Even the movements of the Great Monk Beomheo, who was stopping the entire body of the dragon, did not seem leisurely.

widely.

Jeongyeonshin stepped toward the Dark Heavenly Emperor, who had spread his arms wide.

The old monster of Taemosan Fortress standing about thirty feet in front of him. Because its entire body was made up of bones and joints, invisible energy waves were woven like a ball of thread from its pale fingertips.

It only took a moment for dozens of blue lightning streamed out from around it.

He seemed extremely angry.

Pfft pfft pfft!

The internal energy contained in the magic technique is so strong that the atmosphere instantly bends in all directions.

This time, not even the mantra or the idea resonated.

Immediately afterwards, with a single stomp of his foot, the Dark Heavenly Emperor hurled all the lightning bolts that were within arm’s reach forward, towards the purple shape that was rushing towards him.

Along with Jin Gak, the rays of light that distorted the space ran long, illuminating the dark riverside in blue, but Jeong Yeon-shin, who was more distorted than them, did not stop running and only raised his sword.

Kwarrung!

The river water gushes from both sides. Foam is dragged up from the surface following the trajectory of the thunderbolt.

All of those water droplets were soaked in the sharp waves of the sword, and then exploded whitely, severing the strands of lightning that had surged up to Jeongyeonshin’s nose like magic.

Hwaaaaaaaaaaah!!

A hazy mist bursts out in all directions.

Before the already humid air could become even more humid, the Dark Heavenly Emperor muttered as he saw the pure white eyes of Jeongyeonshin flashing before his face, tearing through the mist in an instant.

[With a sword, how about Mancheonhwawoo… No, before that, how about the Taegeuk sword? Who are you?]

Strictly speaking, it was a spilling of ideas.

Swish.

Jeongyeonshin did not answer and instead pressed the dark heavenly emperor’s abdomen with her left hand.

At that moment, following the perfect Samhwachwijeong, the sound of thunder erupted from the throne as soon as the mind arose, as if the palm of the Qing Qilin had been added.

My arms were sore from the tremendous force of the wind. The very cloudy and humid air was shaking as well.

‘Return.’

Tenfold overlap.

Jeongyeon Shin concentrated the power in her hand and used her internal power technique to push it in. She even pushed in the distant thunderous sound.

Damn it―

There was no loud noise.

In an instant, the white robe scattered like powder, revealing thick ribs. It felt as if hundreds of layers of self-defense equipment had been shattered at once.

That was actually the case.

There was no need for any complicated sorcery to destroy the dozens of defensive techniques that had formed all sorts of barriers, let alone the self-defense energy that had cut off the Dark Heavenly Emperor’s body from the outside world.

The story of Hwan-gang, who walked the world of martial arts with Jeong Yeon-shin, was also equally arduous.

From the first step to this moment.

How many techniques were displayed in an instant, and how strong was the internal energy that repeatedly flowed through the acupoints of the whole body? This would have been impossible without the perfected state of Samhwachuijeong. As usual, this was a fight where there was no time to create a new martial art suitable for the situation. The moment passed like that.

[As expected, you.]

The eyes of the dark spirit who met Jeongyeonshin’s gaze began to sag like candlelight. Even the bones that had not been stained with soot were crumbling into small pieces.

[I can’t replace Sambong… … .]

Those words lingered like smoke.

The next moment, the Dark Heavenly Emperor’s Wonyoungsin was completely gone. In the place where the bone dust had stained, only the dragon’s scales shone coldly.

Saaaaa―

Could it be the aftereffect of the water? Jeong Yeon-shin silently faced the suddenly transparent strong wind. However, she did not put her sword away.

“I’ll be back soon.”

An old voice rings out from afar.

At the same time, Jeong Yeon-shin spread his ten-mile light and disappeared, leaving only a star-like afterimage in his place. The next moment, he was standing between the eyebrows of the dragon, which was as wide as a volcano.

The space was filled with mist on all sides, and I could feel the extremely thick heat swirling around like fog. Jiaolong was literally a resting volcano.

“Lee Hyeong-hwan has matured.”

He turns his head in quiet admiration.

The Great Master Beomheo was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. Jeong Yeon-sin carefully opened her mouth.

“As the head monk said… I don’t feel like the Dark Heavenly Emperor has died.”

“I guess so. You would have a gut feeling about it.”

“I saw that there was an internal defect in the formation of the Horongsulsik, and the innate energy and spirituality of the Dark Heavenly Emperor were there. The Jiaolong must have swallowed it.”

“You got it right. The Dark Heavenly Emperor created a very evil Wonyoungsin, and as long as you don’t destroy the inner altar, it can be revived at any time. It just takes some time.”

The old monk’s words and actions were respectful even at this moment. Although it was by no means a leisurely situation, Jeong Yeon-shin could not help but unconsciously compare him to his maternal grandfather.

“I know you are exerting great effort. The Dark Heavenly Emperor saw your emergence and said that it was the power of the Great Pure One. May I ask how much longer you can stop this dragon?”

“Don’t rush.”

Ambassador Beomheo smiled broadly.

“You come from an educated family, so you should know the saying, ‘If you want something quickly, you won’t get it quickly.’”

Confucius said, meaning that if you rush things, you’ll end up making mistakes. Jeong Yeon-sin nodded at first, but then shook his head.

“I know.”

“There are some things I would like the young swordsman of Ip Hwang Seong to keep in mind.”

The words and actions of the Great Master Beom-heo were strange. It was as if he was trying to say something that could only be said now, but Jeong Yeon-shin did not bother to find fault with that feeling. After all, things in the world of martial arts are hard to grasp.

“Please ask.”

“The first is the shaman and Shaolin.”

“what…?”

“Don’t feel burdened. No matter what we, the mountain monks and Taoists, do, you don’t owe us anything. The same can be said of the work of the Gogeom Siju.”

“… … .”

“The second is Gongwolmuilse. If it’s not rude… may I ask what method your maternal grandfather taught you?”

A debate between Jeongpa Jeilin and Iphwangseong Purple unfolds above the head of the dragon that is breathing heavily.

The old monk was sitting and the young man was standing, and the conversation that suddenly took place seemed strangely natural.

The masters were so extraordinary.

Anyway, the dragon’s body is incomprehensible and cannot be cut off entirely by anyone.

It could be seen as a brief moment of grace. In the end, this issue would only be resolved once the Dark Heavenly Emperor, the master of the Horongsulsik, was completely killed.

“My grandfather said… that all the martial arts I had practiced up until now could be mastered with one move… … .”

At Jeong Yeon-shin’s words, Beom-heo Daesa laughed softly.

“That’s really true. Yes, that’s not wrong. But No-nap thinks a little differently.”

“I will listen.”

“Gongwolmu is not an unchanging life-saving herb. It is because life comes before martial arts. If the killing spirit disappears from a swordsman’s heart right now, wouldn’t the swordsman’s swordsmanship change a little?”

“I guess so.”

Jeong Yeon-shin quietly nodded her head. At that moment, the wrinkled corners of Beom-heo’s mouth slightly rose.

“You are very different from Masiju. He probably wouldn’t have tried to understand what Nonap was saying. There’s no need for him to do that… … .”

There was a hint of laughter in his words.

Jeong Yeon-sin, who originally looked up to the Shaolin abbot as a virtuous monk, felt even more favorable towards him.

“Anyway, you are not like a traitor. You can change the direction of your life infinitely. All kinds of experiences will be absorbed into you and change you, so there is no need to solidify a fixed form of Gongwolmu in advance. Do you understand what I mean by this?”

Master Beomheo asked quietly, a small smile on his lips disappearing.

The intermittent beating sound from the dragon’s body became a little louder. The silence was deep, as if something big enough to be recorded in history had been said.

It also felt like he was passing on his wisdom to the disciple who was watching over the monk during his deathbed.

Jeong Yeon-shin opened her mouth right away.

“Are you saying that only a lowlife would prepare one means of survival?”

“… I see you understand.”

Ambassador Beomheo answered.