Home > urban > Martial King s Retired Life > Volume 11 Chapter 67 Swordsman Luo and Wuzheng. Precious Yuj

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Shen Yiren headed to the top of the windy peak without hesitation, treading as light as though she was trying not to wake anyone. She didnt have much of a choice since there really was a group of monsters at the top of the mountain whod wake up if she stepped heavily.

The Moyan Clan disciple standing guard didnt treat Shen Yiren coldly as he did with others. “Good morning, Miss Shen.”

Shen Yiren subtly hiked up the corners of her lips. “Good morning.”

Shen Yiren was highly respected on Mount Wanyu subsequent to people learning she hid her true identity when she first visited for the sake of exposing Gewus conspiracy. Knowing she wasnt Shaman Monarchs Divine Consort saw that respect shoot straight into the stratosphere. Young men who had the hots for her had given up on wooing her after their attempts were met with polite smiles. If anyone wanted to see how sorrowful the disappointed appeared, look at Luo Siming.

Although Luo Siming woke early today, he rose late by the current standards. The imperial court could take care of bringing in the soldiers, but they needed Luo Sword Manor to equip their troops with weapons. Luo Siming was tasked with auditing the quality of weapons delivered from Luo Sword Manor and personally telling blacksmiths how to modify weapons for the adepts. That meant he was working for over eight hundred people all on his own.

Following a busy night, Luo Siming came across Shen Yiren half way up the mountain. One could make a case that his focus on Shen Yiren could compare, even surpass, his focus on iron weapons. Sadly, she hardly ever conversed with him.

A few days ago, Luo Siming went to the peak in hopes of getting a glimpse of Shen Yirens beauty, only to find her training. Annoyed over the distraction, she almost plunged her sword through him; he never went to the top again.

Ao Xue escorted the weapons courier to Mount Wanyu after she recovered from her injuries in Huzhou to resume her usual duty as Luo Simings bodyguard. She passed him a handkerchief as he watched Shen Yiren ascend the mountain. “Young Master.”

“… Ao Xue, I didnt cry.”

“Your drool.”

“… Thanks.”

As he tucked away the handkerchief, Luo Siming heard, “Do you genuinely like her” prompting him to turn one eighty. “D-Dad, wh-why are you here”

Luo Ming wrapped his hands behind himself. “Why cant I be hear Didnt you hear what Ming Feizhen said Casualties will be inevitable. Why not enjoy the scenery beforehand”

Luo Siming couldnt treat death as light as his father. Frankly, he wasnt sure how much weight to assign to Ming Feizhens words. What came next if the battle really was where he said his farewell to his father

“Destiny shall decide the outcome. You cant worry the monsters to death. Just do what you can. Dont be so wishy washy. Youre a man.”

“Understood.”

“Anyway, do you really like her”

“I, well, I…”

“Hahaha, if thats how you feel, I shall go put in a good word for you,.”

“Dad! Miss Shen is engaged.”

“So what if hes Song Clans eldest son I should back down just because Ol Song is called Duke of the Martial World I bossed him around back at Song Clans Fortress. He wants to fight with my son for a woman Living must be too tiring or something for him.”

Luo Siming didnt comment as he wasnt privy to the previous generations conflicts; however, he wasnt sure what to do, either.

“Im just saying. You should go rest. Its been a long night for you. Ill come train you at night.”

“Thank you, Dad!” Luo Siming jovially left with Ao Xue.

Luo Ming muttered to himself, “Why would you like Shen Clans daughter Do you not know what sort of person she is Anyway, do you think you truly like her”

Shen Yiren had stood in the rays coming through the fog, unmoving for two hours no matter how the lost leaves around her danced. The swordplay mental cultivation manual Ming Feizhen gave her was a real struggle to comprehend. Merely understanding one chapter took ages, let alone applying it to real combat. As a result, she resorted to imitation in hopes of gleaning more.

The inspiration for Shen Yirens new approach, a stark contrast to her signature style focusing on speed and relentless pressure, wasnt Ming Feizhens manual but the sword in her hand. If the sword was to have a heart, it would undoubtedly be that of a graceful maiden, composed and lithesome in all her movements. Holding the sword instilled a sense of calmness that she usually wouldnt associate with.

As a set of movements flourished in her mind, Shen Yiren began to make her move, skewering seven leaves in one stab - creating stillness with motion.

“To almost manifest Sword Spirit without a mentor in a matter of days, your swordplay potential truly resembles your father.”

Shen Yiren spun around. “Patriarch Luo”

Luo Ming stepped out from behind a tree. “Shen Wuzhengs daughter, lets have a chat.”

Glossary

Creating stillness with motion - Experimenting with movement to create stillness in a racing mind since you have to focus on your movements. If you try to imagine a jab, youve got all these moving components in your head, but if you throw it, it usually tells you where you need to focus (provided you have self-awareness).-

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