Sword Philosophy

I Love You So Much, But There's No Worth Saying

Next day Situ Meng and Yan Ri were just like the other martial students. In the morning, learn the basic knowledge given by the college. Sometimes the delivery of morals and codes of ethics of a martial arts learner. Sometimes there are devotional duties for college, such as collecting herbs for supplies, or top-level tasks such as capturing fugitive criminals for contributions to the state. Usually an outer disciple only dealt with anchovy-class criminals, such as a clothesline thief or ordinary thugs who messed up security. And the task of dealing with heavyweight criminals is left to those who are considered more capable. Like facing a serial killer who is a swordsman, usually such a thing is charged for an inner disciple with good qualifications. And since the new inner disciple association's head was a disciple who tended to look after his junior brother, this task never reached the outer disciple's hands. Although Yan Ri actually has the ability, but her basic nature that does not want to stand out makes all her tasks as stable in the middle rank. Does not attract attention because it looks high-science, or arguably does not look stupid too because at lows.

Sometimes to fill his free time Yan Ri came out at night to just sharpen the swordsmanship that he developed from his habit of writing poetry on fallen leaves, on rocks, and on rocks, in the pool or just in the air. He himself named the sword style he developed : Death Writing Sword Technique \(again comot name of the style, I apologize to the author of the name of this style, Seno Gumira Dharma, author of NagaBhumi, I apologize to the author of this style, Sorry yes \- writer\) .

Sometimes Situ Meng also practiced, however she also felt that her silat was full of weaknesses and had to continue to be sharpened, her water-style movements from pulling water, flowing water, in harmony with the flow of water, and the flow of water, it flowed calm and sometimes sharp like a sword incision, so graceful as it was not playing martial arts, but dancing under the full moon.

The night felt lonely, but somehow Yan Ri felt something strange.

" Meng.... Did you hear that? "

" I was like hearing a clanking music, tin tring tiying, like someone playing a harp instrument, but some distance below the foot of the mountain, the direction from the shore of Shang Ri La Lake there " said Yan Ri while pointing in a direction below. And indeed Situ Meng did not hear it, so she just felt strange.

" Wait here or go back to the room, I want to see what's there..... " .Said Yan Ri while darting at high speed. Situ Meng was stunned, not only did she just know Yan Ri mastered the science of steps at lightning-fast speed, for some reason her memory was headed for her past trauma, when Mo Ruyu with a different appearance, was, darting at lightning speed, even his body was enveloped in purple lightning, tracing the arena with the appearance of a footing full of cracks. The pain is hard to say.

But despite the similarity that the same darted at high speed, Yan Ri's body was enveloped in a yellow lightning aura and when he stepped down the mountain, he was enveloped, Yan Ri left a footprint with a crack on the ground. But what was frightening to Situ Meng was not that. According to his way of thinking, if someone really plays lyre music, surely she is a woman, it would be very stifling for Situ Meng if it turns out there are women, especially if it turns out to be very beautiful. Because according to his experience, women who are good at playing music are also beautiful, moreover, his skill at teasing men must be very special. But thinking of that, Situ Meng was unable to catch up to Yan Ri.

" Aaaahhhh what the hell I think, I better go home to sleep. " .