A Mistaken Marriage Match: A Generation of Military Counselor Chapter 9.4

 

Hi, Everyone! It is almost twelve  o’clock in Melbourne. I have said before that I won’t post anymore update this week, but I cannot help myself. I finished my retreat (yesterday) and my duty (today) a little bit earlier, so I can post more stuff :). I spent so much money this weekend and I am feeling really guilty right now :P. As most of the people say it is up to me, I decided to post daily to force myself to write (I feel like I am much productive this way)

 

 

Question for everyone: it is better to write the translation in past- or present- tense? I knew for scientific reports we need to use past-tense and usually pa.s.sive voice. Please comment below to let me know which is more comfortable for you. I am fine with both :).

 

 

I hope you have a good Sunday ~~~

Gu Yun secretly sighed, as the lash around her left arm tightened, the pressure penetrated deep into her muscle. Gu Yun quietly snorted. Bing Lian on her hand could feel her pain and slightly tremored. A cold light radiated from the sword’s edge, Gu Yun could feel Bing Lian on her hand emitting enormous power; she almost could not control it.

No longer able to hold the pain, Gu Yun’s left hand grabbed the whip and forcefully pulled it while her right hand thrust Bing Lian into the man’s chest.

The sword attacks that brought coldness to the bone bewildered the man. He could only retreat the lash that wrapped around Gu Yun’s left hand. Just as the lash met the edge of the sword, the gold coloured whip, made of a mysterious iron, fractured. Fortunately, the whip blocked the attack, reducing the speed of the cold sword and gave the man an opportunity to escape the fighting ground.

He was startled, it could not be imagined that this small woman who appeared so weak could be this formidable. The sword on her hand was not just your usual weapon, it was extremely sharp and able to freeze people.

Although he was able to escape, he knew himself that he was not Gu Yun’s opponent, or should it be said he was not the sword’s opponent. He quickly took his whip back and fled to the deeper areas of the forest.

“You want to escape?! It’s not that easy!” Gu Yun rapidly chased from behind.

It was a pity. The man’s qing gong (轻功 is the practice of martial arts, whereby the pract.i.tioners can move swiftly in a superhuman speed. In the movie, usually, it appears as the defying gravity skill, source: Wikipedia) was superb. Although Gu Yun’s strength was very good and her movement was also fast, she was not a pract.i.tioner of qing gong. As a result, the distance between the two gradually widened. The man set his foot on the mountain slope and jumped down. Gu Yun also chased him down. Not realizing that the slope which appeared to be slightly inclined when it was actually quite steep, she almost sprained her ankle. It was also because of this matter that the man’s figure had already disappeared. From far away, he arrogantly said, “If you really want to save Han Shu, let Su Ling enter the forest by himself. If he is afraid, please go to Crow’s Valley to collect the corpse three days from now.”

She still wanted to pursue him, when a constrained and pained voice from the south was heard&h.e.l.lip; that was Ge Jing Yun’s voice.

“d.a.m.n!” Yu Gun quietly cursed. The purpose of these bandits was to use Han Shu as a bait to lure Su Ling. His life should not have been endangered. Gu Yun turned around and ran towards the direction of the sound.