Golden Dragon Swordsman S2

Golden Dragon Swordsman S2
Love Blossoms on a Full Night



That night the full moon smiled brightly in the sky. No clouds appeared to block the soft moonlight and the round moon was like a golden ball hanging in the blue sky. Even though the night was still and cool, there was no wind moving the leaves of the trees on the hill.


From the crevices of the leaves, moonlight broke through and illuminated the forest passageway which was laced with soft and somewhat moist dry foliage. There, a figure in white clothes was seen walking towards the edge of a steep cliff.


It was a bit late, it was almost midnight, the moon was already overhead and before long the figure in white clothes had been on the edge of the abyss. The weather is getting brighter because on the edge of the cliff there is no obstruction of the lush trees.


Apparently the figure in white clothes was none other than Arya. This young man was forced to stop his training in his soul realm, because his mind could not focus at all, the bad clues he got from his meditation continued to shadow and alarm his heart. Although Arya has rested everything on the power of the Creator. But he could not deny that the clue always made him anxious.


This young man then sat on a large stone slab, on the edge of the abyss. For some time he looked up at the moon. Suddenly he remembered the words of the blind old beggar, whom he had met in the royal city of Guangzhou.


‘Rules have been determined, the journey is still too long. Big events await you.’


‘Darkness will get you thrown away.’


‘Now dark is coming, I hope the sunshine will come soon. Ah, but what's the use of light for blind eyes.’


Arya tried to connect the words of the blind beggar with the clues that were several times present in her meditation. A clue about her being swallowed by black smoke. Some time thinking, he even became dizzy himself and finally with a heavy sigh he decided to be more careful in acting, because after all the instructions he got it was something bad.


Arya threw away her own anxiety. Now his heart slowly became calmer and more relieved when he looked at the vast expanse of forest before him that was doused by the full moon, so that the vast forest looked beautiful like a golden carpet.


Indeed, if the mind is calm, the power of God who creates all that beauty can be felt by the five senses, through sight, hearing, smell, feeling.


However, all beauty will not be seen, will not be felt when the mind shakes the mind. As if the full moon would have its shadow clearly visible on the surface of the still and clear water, but when the water is shaken and murky, the shadow of the full moon will not be seen at all, even there is only chaos. That's how Arya feels right now.


As if drifting away in the beauty of this full night, seethed in his heart to complete that beauty by playing the flute. So Arya immediately released ‘Seruling Malam’ Light, shortly thereafter the sound of flutes flowed to break the silence. The sound of the flute was trembling smooth, soulful.


Apparently the sound of the flute until it sounded far away. Until Nie Zha who was in a state of meditation was made awoken by the sound of the flute. This girl looked around, and found her grandfather still sleeping beside her but her eyes did not find Arya's whereabouts there.


“Looks like he was investigating the sound of the flute.” thought so, Nie Zha immediately got up to his feet.


This girl slowly followed where the flute came from. Suddenly he held back his footsteps. The flute stopped, but soon the flute was heard again.


Nie Zha felt amazed because he thought the sound of the flute could only be blown by a blower that poured all his heart feelings towards the blow. Eve that came out of the flute seemed to come straight out of the heart of the blower, so that the sound of the flute created a feel that flowed full of feeling, singing the rhythm of a sad song, the song of a broken heart, the song of a broken heart, failing in romance, or someone who feels a great longing for a lover who leaves him.


Nie Zha's heart immediately became convulsive hearing the sound of the flute twisting it. So he also accelerated his steps towards the sound of flutes coming from the lips of the ravine.


When he was already in the forest behind a big rock, he suddenly stopped his steps again and now he even slipped behind a fir tree. He lurked with astonished eyes.


Arya was there, on the edge of the abyss, but she was the one who blew the flute.


Nie Zha felt how his heart was pounding. Her chest is beautiful. Never in his entire life had he felt the thump of heart like the moment he saw the young man smiling. It was like a curtain opened his heart. Now he saw the face of the young man! Shape that body! Everything is all fitting, all-suited and all-round beautiful for him.


The face was handsome and sweet, especially his mouth and chin, and his smile made the moon appear more and more bright. And those pair of eyes! So soft, so calm, yet also containing a strange power. Wonderful, how he only realized the good looks of the young man after a few days close to him.


“Am I being exposed to his technique, so my heart is pounding like this.” Inner Nie Zha. He hurriedly hid as Arya got up and walked towards him.


Love romance, indeed something strange, very beautiful very broad to learn and investigate. Sometimes the beauty of the body, intelligence, kindness, rank and property is the main role in fostering feelings of love, but sometimes love also grows by itself unexpectedly. It is impossible for a human to live without love.


Life without love is like a tree without flowers. Love is a natural reason. It is a pity that most of the human beings focus on love for pleasure and enjoyment, thus giving rise to the desire to possess and master. Therefore, if the desire to have a loved one cannot be realized, it will cause disappointment, jealousy, and even not strange if love turns into hatred.


Every human being, no matter his rank. The king came to the poorest beggar, bowing his knees to this one, love.


If love has mastered the mind, both King and beggar, will bend the knee to become a puppet. Toying with this feeling, it can make a person cry tears of blood, it can also make him laugh with excitement to exceed the limit.


Love of romance can make a rude man become meek like silk, instead it can make a man of manners and gentle turn rough and hard like steel. Many also happened how a mighty man who would not be daunted to face the moaning of dozens of enemies, would tremble to his knees in front of the legs of the woman he loved, could not bear the look of his eyes, or his smile, he said, or even her crying!


Thus, Nie Zha held his hands together to relieve his emotions. But this girl became wide-eyed and jumped in shock when she saw the face of the young man who made his heart flutter was now in front of her. The shock made Nie Zha misbehaved and could only lower his head while playing his feet in a frenzied motion.


Arya smiled gently at the girl. To get rid of awkwardness, he then said, “It just so happens that you are here. You still remember that I said I would help you to absorb the great energy that your two teachers have given you.”


Still with her head lowered, Nie Zha nodded softly.


“Good, now I will start un..”


Arya's words were cut off because she felt a negative energy suddenly appearing around her.


Nie Zha who was astonished to hear Arya's interrupted speech immediately raised his face.


Sure enough, a shadow seemed to slip between the shadows of the tree. When this shadow alighted before Arya. So it appears that this shadow turns out to be a beautiful girl. He carried a black umbrella that was narrowed under his left armpit. The girl's movements were so fast, a sign that this girl had high intelligence.


This girl smiled affectionately, her pearly-white teeth gleaming in the moonlight. Her glittering eyes and beautiful face were gleefully looking at Arya, as if finding something pleasant.


“Can meet with you, really very lucky for me.” said the girl gently.


Arya smiled back, “Is it true, I am currently dealing with Jian Yie or nicknamed the Flower Queen of Asmara?”


Although surprised, the girl nodded slowly. He realized that this young man before him was not an indiscriminate person. He secretly tried to read the cultivation level of the young man before him.