Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 607

When you get drunk on a starry night (9)

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When a voice was heard in the mountains talking about Naadam (Nadam: festival).

As soon as Jeong Yeon-shin felt the First Sword of the Outer Sword, her face and frame changed. It was the skill of changing the form that Jin Myeong-jo, the leader of the New Sword Division, had taught her.

―Everyone has their own innate bone structure, so you can’t change the skeleton too much. Unless the other person is blind, don’t look them in the eye for too long. Of course, even if they’re blind, the same goes for them. They’ll be able to tell you apart with their energy… so it won’t be of much use.

-Yes, sir. I will keep that in mind. Thank you for teaching me.

―The General Headquarters doesn’t usually assign missions like infiltration to the Shingeomdae, so may I ask why you insisted on learning from them?

-Because my senior taught me how to do it.

-hmm?

-Isn’t it cool?

―Isn’t the Dark Night Blood Demon Sword enough?

―I am truly lacking as a junior, and I have not yet been able to create a decent intangible sword. I am ashamed.

-You have a lot of time given to your agent.

―It seems like the nights are long because it’s winter. I have some Shaoxing Huangju (绍兴黄酒) that Taeyeonryong has hidden away. Can I make arrangements for you? For a drinking party with Danju Daeri and Shingeom Bu Daeju.

-There is plenty of time. I will give you an update later, so that’s all for today…

-ah.

It was a time when I was unconsciously feeling the pressure of having to replace Yong Hee-myeong, the leader of the Shingeomdan.

Although I never got to drink with the current leader of the Shingeombu clan, he was still a great source of strength to me at this moment.

Everything he shared, including information from his senior’s experience and various small but noble skills.

“Family?”

The windmill owner asked back.

Before he knew it, Gwangpungmakju had turned his head towards the Blood King, and for some reason, the Blood King was glaring at Jeongyeonshin with eyes that looked like they were about to drip blood.

In this way, the gazes of the three parties continued one after another.

Because Jeongyeonshin was not looking at the two northern kings, but at Cheon Geukmunju.

“Don’t look at a blind person like that.”

Cheon Geuk Moon Ju Man Hui said with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

“It could cause unnecessary misunderstandings.”

A quiet, secluded path.

Only then did the Blood King speak to the Heavenly Sword Master.

“Is this the best swordsman in the South? There probably isn’t another peerless swordsman with such behavior.”

“You must be the Blood King.”

“Why did you lean against the windbreak?”

“A swordsman is naturally drawn to someone who uses a sword. If there is another author who accompanies the path I have devoted my life to, whether it be a sense of kinship or training, isn’t it special for people? If the opponent is a swordsman who has achieved Gongwolmu, it goes without saying.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“I hear that a lot.”

It was a ridiculous answer, but there was clearly a spirit that overwhelmed the crowd. It was the prayer of a madman who had only walked a single path.

The Blood King keeps his mouth shut.

It goes without saying that the enemy’s eyes were filled with despair.

one side.

“The Gwangpungmakju is a descendant of a Yuan Dynasty military officer who has lost his honor, and it is said that he enjoys eating human flesh during famines.”

Jeong Yeon-shin continued speaking slowly.

“You knew that and you still became a guest at the windbreak?”

“Are you crazy? Even if that’s true….”

A stormy storm is murmured from one side.

He was lying face down on the saddle of the blood horse, and it seemed like he was looking at Jeongyeonshin as some kind of worthless person. Now, even the wind gust was only challenging the blood king to a stare fight.

The Heavenly Sword Master smiled brightly.

“I can’t see anything.”

“There is no such thing as a rice bowl.”

“That’s true too. I’m a bug with a knife.”

The blind man in the hat continued speaking in a calm tone.

“Pests, pests. That’s what happened a long time ago. But what can I do if there’s no one to step on my body? I have to live like this.”

“you.”

The Blood King grabbed Jeongyeonshin’s shoulder and said.

“You shut up now. Provoking the enemies of your own family is not the only skill.”

Perhaps it was because he was a bloodthirsty man who ascended to the throne of the Northern King. The strength of his grip was incredible. His plain clothes were wrinkled, and an enormous weight was weighing on his shoulders.

It was accompanied by a sharp and cold sound like a thunderbolt.

―Do you know? How the red eyes of the blood demons are treated in the Ming Dynasty! Why did my family, which was originally with the Blood Flame Cult, come all the way to this Demon Realm and live among the demon tribes? No matter what kind of relationship you have with my second daughter, it cannot determine the fate of my family!

The desperate voice pouring out in front of the great enemy scratches Jeong Yeon-shin’s ears.

The Blood King was a father who had been robbed of his child, a king who defended his territory, and a chieftain and high priest who led his clan.

Each had its own life.

The twists and turns of life that are difficult for Jeongyeon Shin to fathom.

Since we are born as humans, we all carry some kind of burden in our lives.

Each of us neglects others in our own positions, wanders to find our own destination in life, and carries the burden of life that we have placed on ourselves, whether we wanted to or not.

It’s like making your way through a dark, dense forest.

Originally, it would have been a weight that would be difficult for mayflies that would soon die to measure.

‘but….’

This is not the case for Jeong Yeon-shin anymore.

That was because he had a lot of luggage on his back. Some he had carried himself, some had been thrown to him by Kang-ho, or some had been gently tied by the old swordsman, who was as tall as the night sky.

The weight of life is the same.

Long or short doesn’t matter.

So now a lot of things were his business.

Although many martial artists each make their own path with their own swords, it can be said that the same twilight spreads over the thicket.

A duty that must be kept under the same sky. A great right that clearly exists.

It was a great cause.

Therefore, if you have the courage to do what is right, it can be called chivalry. And Jeong Yeon-shin’s chivalry was the courage to move forward even if it meant losing a lot.

Jeong Yeon-shin walked slowly. The plan was surprisingly perfect. Except for the Blood King and his wife, everyone in the alley at this moment was strangely certain that he was a Blood Demon.

‘My temperament was tainted by the Seven Apostles.’

Damn it.

―Even if you tell me not to come out!

As soon as I took a step, the Blood King’s voice erupted like thunder.

―A strong man like you clashing with that blind man? The few fertile veins of this land will be cut off! The energy of the land will be used for your energy! Can you solve our hunger? Is it possible for you to do anything other than destroy with your meager courage? I have to send you back with bragging and words… .

―That doesn’t work for the author. He is a giant who must be stopped here.

―My family comes first! I am the King of the North! The harm that blind man will cause to the world comes second…!

-I am….

He took another step forward and said.

-I’ll collect you too.

Damn it.

It felt like the descent had become narrower. That’s why the path seemed clearer. It might be because my mind, which had been floating a little from Jangseong to Ma-gyeong, had finally come down to the ground.

North, Demonic Land, Northern King, Clan, Six Heavenly Star Commanders, Five Swordsmen of the World, Warlords, Great Clans, Qing Dynasty, Ming Dynasty… … .

We are under the same sky.

There’s no need to be dizzy.

Because wherever he set foot, it was the world of martial arts.

Sssss.

As the dry grasses danced to and fro in the cold wind, two pairs of horses and men were blocking the narrow road.

The North King’s Windbreaker and the Great Warrior’s Windbreaker. It seemed as if they did not want to cause any inconvenience to their guests.

The one-armed blind man looks at the situation closely.

Is it to be used for more important matters?

It also felt like he was trying to manipulate the Heavenly Swords that were no less powerful than the Six Heavenly Swordsmen. At this moment, it was clear that the Heavenly Sword Master was dominating the space.

“Is this a discarded card? Something feels strange…?”

The windbreak muttered.

The wind-blown horseman next to her opened his lips indifferently. He did so by kicking the flank of the blood-sucking horse she was riding.

“Take it easy and think about it. It’s a day with a lot of variables.”

Purruk―

The blood horse approached Jeongyeonshin, trotting low. The clattering of its hooves sounded like the solemnity of the two great powers of Hanhyeolgok.

Originally, a key figure in a huge power could be either absurdly reckless or thorough in everything.

Or it could be both, depending on my state of mind and body that day.

Because we are human.

Jeong Yeon-shin has encountered many such people. Now, his knowledge is comparable to that of an average Noh Kang-ho.

And at this moment, Gwangpungbumakju was thorough but also reckless. Perhaps because he had just shared a meal with the enemy, he seemed to be a little intoxicated by his own qualities.

She said it as if she was sorry, raising her sword with her sword.

“Iseo, Iseo. If you needed a younger sibling to replace your lost sibling, you could have brought in a girl… That’s enough. Just tell me. What happened to the Blood King’s family?”

“What are you going to do with it?”

Phew!

The enemy responded by pushing Jeongyeonshin away with an invisible wave of energy. Perhaps he sensed something from him as he talked about the Seven Sado, and unlike the Blood King, he sent him forward.

A counterattack similar to that of the new swordsman.

Blood pore wave.

Immature role.

Jeongyeonshin took one step at a time on the narrow path. No one bothered to get in her way. Perhaps because of the enemy who was her successor, the Blood King seemed to have given up on her now.

The wind and waves laughed.

“What are you going to do if you know? That’s ridiculous. You need to know something to completely drive the enemy out of Hanhyeolgok.”

Meanwhile, Jeong Yeon-shin was looking over the shoulder of Gwangpungbu-makju. Behind her, even further behind Gwangpungbu-makju, was Cheon Geuk-mun-ju, who had already tilted his hat-covered head to the side.

Take ten steps with big strides.

It’s done now.

It reaches.

“It’ll still be a long way to go even after the sword touches you. Hey, do you know how wide the gap of a mounted warrior’s range is?”

The Gwangpungbu Makju raised her star-covered Hyeopbong sword diagonally. A humming resonance followed the gesture, and her Hanhyeolma breathed out thick breath.

The most righteous and eternal achievement

Shinmasam (Divine Horse Three)… .

Phew!

Suddenly, a dark blue flame shattered the head of the war horse and even pierced through the abdomen of the wind breaker, leaving behind a sizzling sound as it went straight through the lower abdomen of the wind breaker.

In an instant, the space distorted three times blurrily emitted a shock wave that was delayed by a breath.

Krrrr!

The bloody pieces of flesh burst out like a wall bomb, albeit belatedly, and then collapsed into pieces.

“… … !”

The eyes of the Bu-mak-ju, who suddenly turned his head back, reflected the Gwangpung-mak-ju, who had lost half of his lower dantian. He was smiling in vain, as if he had sensed the water coming out, albeit a little late.

“There are all sorts of things going on, but….”

At the same time, the face of the wind curtain was obscured by the back of Jeongyeonshin. A sight of dark blue sparks scattering from his right hand. He had passed the wind curtain in one step.

The pinnacle of intensive study.

It was a formless sword.

Woodduck-

The backlash from the launch was huge.

The reverse force that had been twisting his skeleton was rapidly released. He was about to reveal his true form. However, instead of Jeongyeonshin’s front view, Gwangpungbumakju’s vision was met with the rough ground.

dump.

She lay sprawled across the body of the bloodthirsty horse, muttering low curses. It was literally the sound of a dying woman.

“What the hell… .”

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Everyone realized.

There was no Bumakju in Jeongyeonshin’s eyes.

“The master of that swordsmanship was that guy…?”

The windbreak muttered while poking a hole around his lower abdomen with one hand. In fact, he had already thought about it, but he couldn’t help it because the opponent’s counterattack was more severe than he had imagined.

A surprise attack more perfectly executed than any other bloodthirsty one.

It is the embodiment of short-term decisive battle.

It would have been difficult for even the famous martial artist Yukwon Seonggun, or even the god of fighting, to link such a formless sword to such a counterattack.

Even if you know this much, you can’t help but suffer.

‘Unless you are willing to abandon your home and run away.’

It was a meaningless thought because I had no intention of doing so in the first place. The Gwangpungmakju was rendered powerless before it could even cast Gongwolmu.

If I had focused on Jeongyeonshin from the beginning, I could have at least shared a hand.

“My Nadam is….”

It’s outside this valley.

Apart from the brainwashing of such a whirlwind, the flow created by Jeong Yeon-shin was riding a rapid current.

The new sword master revealed his martial arts skills.

Everything has to speed up. It’s only natural.

A narrow path dug up on all sides.

Several streams of blood trickled down the red-stained dirt floor. The cool north wind fanned the flow as it raked the ground.

On the slope of a narrow downhill road, two Heavenly Swordsmen were facing each other.

The Jeongyeonshin was on top, albeit obliquely, and the Cheon Geukmunju was on the bottom.

“Ugh.”

The one-armed man, who had been staring blankly at the young man for a while, tilted his head.

“I can’t believe it even after seeing it. Why are you here…?”

Jeong Yeon-shin’s answer was calm.

“I’m still thinking about it. I don’t know what would be good for the world.”

“hmm?”

“Should I cut off your head here? Or would it be better to leave it alive for a while?”

The Heavenly Sword Master smiles brightly.

“Apart from whether you can really cut off my neck, you have changed a lot. Is that what a purple-haired man of the Ip-Hwang-Seong would say to the leader of Sima-Oedo? Even if he can’t throw down his sword without question.”

“That’s right. It’s easier to embrace one bloodthirsty creature than to figure out your usefulness.”

But Jeongyeonshin’s eyes were different from her words.

It was lonely.

There was a certain sense of distance.

It seemed as if the sky was completely filled with pitch black. The pitch black eyes were like the night. Many silver circles had lost their light, and only the stars called people remained.

A knight.

You can put aside your personal grudges.

I see the whole thing as a representation.

“… … .”

moment.

For some reason, Cheon Geuk Moon-ju was the first to change the subject.

“I came here because I was curious about the sword technique of the Gwangpungmakju, but now that I see you, I guess I have to take a step back. I can’t abandon my wife.”

The sight of him fiddling with the hilt of the bluish Dongmong sword. One day in Hangzhou, he was intoxicated by the depth of the left-handed sword and said something to Jeong Yeon-sin. It was a promise not to touch Seomye Mu-maek in the future.

And Jeongyeonshin is the incarnation of Seomye Mu-maek.

Cheon Geuk Moon-ju did not speak at length any longer.

“See you later. Stay healthy.”

Wooooow!

When did the sword come out?

Suddenly, a translucent sword path was engraved in front of his face as he held the Dongmong sword. Among the five swordsmen in the world, he was the only swordsman who could freely manipulate space. At that moment, the air was completely torn away, revealing its colorless flesh.

He opened up the void with a single sword.

This time I didn’t even swing it that much.

“Three times. That’s pretty lucky.”

It was when the smiling Cheon Geuk Moon Ju’s hand touched the translucent crack. In that moment, Jeong Yeon Shin, who had narrowed the gap with a forward stride of five wings, also caught the same trajectory.

He had the bluish circle of the Namhwagwang Taegeuk tattooed on the back of his hand.

“hmm?”

When the master of Cheon Geuk Moon lets out a questioning exclamation.

The first thing to do was to grasp the detailed structure of the trajectory with your thumb.

On the other hand, the index finger was infused with the sword pressure of the Geomryeo Seomryung-style Simgeuk Girin (審克麒麟), the middle finger was infused with the counter-energy of the Geomryeo Seomryung-style Gubyeokseongha (九碧成河) that reverses the opponent’s true energy, and the ring finger and the little finger were infused with the immense pressure of the Cheongyeon Ilsik (靑炎日蝕).

A small, faint circle engraved on the back of the hand.

The blue Taegeuk completely relieves the pressure that is pressing into his hand. It has the same shape as a dragon’s grip, and it only takes a moment for the first movement to be completed.

‘Poetry of the Eighth Law, Jeocho.’

Breaking the heavens.

Kiiiiiing!

Let’s just pull it in. The trajectory of the void that is drawn in like a bow. Surprise fills Cheon Geuk Moonju’s eyes.

“what…?”

Before he could swing his sword again, the void inside Jeongyeonshin’s clenched fist was shattered.

Krrrr!

A loud noise like thunder follows the gesture of Shihwamu-geuksu Pacheon. The sight of colorless fragments of true energy scattering under Jeongyeonshin’s hands.

Time stopped for a breath.

The blind man in the hat seemed speechless for a moment.

“You can’t go without permission.”

“… … .”

There was a silence separate from Jeong Yeon-shin’s voice. The dry bushes were swaying against each other, and none of the high-ranking warriors on the path spoke.

Even when a pine cone fell and rolled around in a sudden north wind.

After a few breaths, Cheon Geuk Moonju’s mouth opened.

“… First of all, calm down.”

“You calm down. My composure has been close to the clarity index lately.”

“If we fight, one of us will die and the other will definitely become disabled. Think about it, Donggwijindo. Aren’t we both called ‘The Five Swords of Heaven’?”

“I think differently.”

Jeong Yeon-shin calmly clenched and unclenched her right hand. Many people were speaking to her in her hand. People who had chosen death themselves, people who did not have to die.

―If you just have a little courage, you are a flower that many strong people can bloom.

Jeongyeon Shin took courage.

The courage to suppress the resentment boiling inside of him to kill that bastard, the courage to use even the wicked for great things as a high-ranking swordsman.

Of course, a hierarchical relationship must be established through martial arts, even if it is small. Because they are martial artists.

“If the only swordsman you recognize is Cheonha Ohgeom.”

A dark blue flame took the shape of a sword in Jeongyeonshin’s hand and disappeared. At the same time, a pressure that pressed down on the skin filled the area and subsided.

Intangible sword, starry night.

“I am the best swordsman in the world.”