Sword Philosophy

The 18th Hell

Yan Ri chased after Situ Meng's shadow. Although it was a bit difficult, unfolding the human crowd, still the results would not betray the effort.

As the shadow of Situ Meng right in front of him was only 2 meters away, Situ Meng turned her back to Yan Ri, and a few human trunks as if trees were disguising the presence of Yan Ri so that Situ Meng was unaware of its existence, Yan Ri's steps came to a halt.

Precisely the steps of Situ Meng accelerated. And the next incident could not be explained by Yan Ri. Not because of its visualization or misty appearance, not at all disguised, but because of the mind of Yan Ri who tried to refuse to believe about what she saw.

Situ Meng rushed to hug another man. Without caring about the crowd, without caring about the smile of fellow students from Shang Ri La college.

" Iaaaang, I miss you ", warm hug and kiss along with it.

Yan Ri is not an expert in arranging feelings, for him to accept the daily routine of his closeness with Situ Meng so far is a bond.

What if it's wrong ? .That's not love. It's comfortable when no other man looks like a solid backrest .A deceptive feeling, as if it was only natural that Situ Meng would be with him. So that there was not enough effort to make Situ Meng remain beside him.

But it's wrong. Situ Meng was so quick to accept another male once Yan Ri disappeared, not for long, even Yan Ri tried to return as soon as possible. But it's not enough.

An atmosphere that makes memories all this time running. Together it looks so beautiful. Instantly in his view, the sky cracked, crisp debris falling down raining down on his chest, shoulders, scraping cheeks.

The sky might be bright, but it was raining as if it was flooding the entire Chang'An plain.

" I may fast, but it's like eating a pile of thorns stuck in my throat. Bunk by a lump of burning embers, blazing between the chest cavity. At the tip of my head as if the cries of the\-birds of the devil were deafening, I had already tried to get the bird out of my head, a crack as proof, Aaaahhhh what the crack is a stone wall, I have tried to get it out, or my skull, I don't have much time to digest it. I have to leave immediately. I'm afraid at least I don't dare to go on living. Yahh's alive. I still have time to write every heart sheet with disappointed language. But I'm really afraid of not having the time to just have the courage to ask for life to 'who has life', but please, let me stay alive. " .

Yan Ri's heart screams. It might not matter how Shang Ti seduced Situ Meng, so everything Yan Ri did seemed free. Shang Ti, the master swordsman of the peach blossom mountain college, is one of the best swordsman candidates. He's quite rich. Things Yan Ri could not promise.

If Yan Ri could only make Situ Meng survive, Shang Ti could bring luxury to Situ Meng. High quality horse riding. Honorary title of nobility in the world of swordsmen.

A place of solitude is much needed. Ahh yes, it is said that in the story of the central plain martial, there is nothing more proud than drinking intoxicating drinks. Yan Ri did not drink that. If drunkenness is a shortcut to forgetting a problem, then waking up from drunkenness is a shortcut to feeling the torment of feeling many times over.

Carrying ashen wine and getting drunk was probably a stout for many central plains people. But not for Yan Ri. It's a silly tradition of animals not knowing how to solve problems in a human way.

In one account, the Buddha entered hell, and hoped that hell would be full of it. Someone other than you can be in heaven.

Did you know ? Hell in the central plain tradition consists of 18 layers of levels. From levels 1 to 17 is a room filled with corporal torture. Some were hit on the head until it was crushed with a hot iron sledgehammer, some were stabbed with jagged spears, there was torture eaten by snakes, removed and then eaten again and others.

What then is the torment in the 18th layer of hell ? The torment was empty, nothing happened. Each prisoner in the 18th layer of hell is given a memory, every day 6 times. That memory was the cruelest memory of his life. If during his life he had felt the whole village, his parents, lover and wife being slaughtered by robbers, then such was the torment in the 18th layer of hell .

That was how Yan Ri felt. A cruel memory that is felt continuously every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every week, every month, every year. Nonstop. But by bearing that, doesn't that mean Situ Meng is happy.

He didn't need to create a stir by ruining someone else's marriage. Others are happy as if in heaven. He held back the cries in a corner of hell.

By plunging into the 18th layer of hell, others are happy. That's enough. Yan Ri came at Situ Meng's wedding party a few days later.

Although Situ Meng's welcoming gaze hated Yan Ri, it was as if Yan Ri had come to ruin her happy mood. A hostile attitude that develops days, years later. Until the influence to the 2nd college was deployed to kill the existence of Yan Ri.

Forcing Yan Ri to live in the shadows. And continue to live by using the symbol : "Not being on the same roof of the sky with him " .

There is a paradise of happiness. Here the deepest hell of the 18th layer .And I'm too cowardly lurking what the world of heaven is like.