Death Flute
Appointed as a Student

Ouwyang Ping kept his promise. He always respected Chien Wan. The quiet Chien Wan almost never spoke. But once he said something, Ouwyang Ping would hear and obey him.

After some time, Ouwyang Ping finally knew of the peculiarities of Chien Wan's sense of taste. He knew that Chien Wan could not discern his taste because his sense of taste did not work. Ouwyang Ping learns to understand Chien Wan's feelings and adjust. He never commented on the taste of the cuisine. Now he will eat whatever dishes are served without much protest, because he is tolerant of Chien Wan who never knows whether the food is good or not.

They're getting close. Everywhere always both. Whether it's training, or just playing in the valley, it's always done together.

One day, Chien Wan and Ouwyang Ping were at the foot of the hill where they first met. Ouwyang Ping sat on a thick grassy mound of earth and Chien Wan stood leaning against a boulder.

Chien Wan's gaze was fixed on Ouwyang Ping's delicate and red-coloured face. The girl's hair was long and smooth, woven simple. The children's hair surrounding her beautiful face fluttered gently in the cool breeze. Right now the girl looks so graceful and charming.

Ouwyang Ping looked up. Lips smile. “Kak Wan, let's play your song,” the door.

Without saying anything, Chien Wan plucked the flute from her belt.

“Sulingmu very good,” praise Ouwyang Ping, just noticed. “You bought it?”

Chien Wan shook her head. “Made by Uncle Khung, senior waiter at Wisma Bambu.”

“Oh? He's a flute maker? Are you guys close?”

“I consider it as my father's replacement.”

Ouwyang Ping stood up to see the flute more clearly. His eyes were pounded on the white silk rope that tied the tip of the flute. “Khung's uncle likes beauty, huh? He knows the rope looks good on your flute.”

Chien Wan glanced at the silk rope. “Oh, this is not from Uncle Khung.”

The words made Ouwyang Ping stunned. If not Uncle Khung, then who? He knew Chien Wan herself would not have thought of decorating her flute like that.

“Who tied the rope?”

“Miss Ting Ting.”

What a beautiful name, Ouwyang Ping thought. Suddenly his mood became gray. “Only at the Bamboo Guesthouse do you have a brother-in-law named Ting Ting? Why do you call her Miss?”

Chien Wan nodded. “Mr Luo has two children; sen Khang and Ting Ting. Then there was another Chi Meng Huan, the son of Mr. Luo's best friend,” he replied unsuspectingly. “I called miss because from the beginning it was so. Unpleasant changing calls.”

Ouwyang Ping looked down deeply.

Chien Wan's forehead wrinkled. Why did the usually so cheerful girl become moody?

“Why did Ting Ting tie the rope to your flute?” tanya Ouwyang Ping.

Chien Wan shrugged her shoulders. “I don't know. He didn't say anything.”

Ouwyang Ping bit his lips. “Mmm... She must be very sorry to you, yes?”

Chien Wan's feelings were not good. What's wrong with this girl?

“What is she beautiful?”

This question made Chien Wan aware. Although he was inexperienced, he was mature enough to understand the feelings between men and women. He realized the meaning of this girl.

“Ya, she's beautiful.” Chien Wan took a quick glance and found the girl pouting.

“You like him?”

“She's Mr. Luo's daughter. I respect him.”

That answer made Ouwyang Ping's face instantly radiant. Respecting. It is different from liking. He sat back down and began to pluck his harp.

“Come we practice!” take the girl in a cheerful voice.

Chien Wan had to hide her smile seeing how quickly the girl's attitude changed. After taking a deep breath, he began to blow his flute, playing a song of his creation that has been renewed with the accompaniment of the ouwyang Ping harp quotes.

“Huh! How to blow bad flute!”

Chien Wan and Ouwyang Ping stopped their training. This scorn makes Chien Wan's heart riled and disappointed. They looked towards the voice.

It looked like an old man who was about sixty-five years old. The clothes are golden like the residents of the Nada Valley generally. The old man had a face that was overgrown with white hair, ranging from his eyebrows, mustache, to his long beard. Her hair was white without any black hair. His facial expression was cynical and sniffy. His hand held a flute made of gold. His movements were unusually light as if weightless.

More surprisingly, Ouwyang Ping laughed happily as he walked up to the old man.

“Grandpa! Grandpa is home!” exclaim Ouwyang Ping cheerfully.

The old man patted Ouwyang Ping on the head. “You're getting bigger, Ping-er.”

“Of course, Cake. Grandpa hasn't seen me in years!”

Chien Wan stood glued to his place. So this is the famous Mr Ouwyang Cu! He did not expect that today he would meet the famous elder of the Nada Valley.

Ouwyang Ping pouted. “Grandfather don't overdo it so!”

“I told you the truth!” grunts Mr Ouwyang Cu. “The flute game is not good at all! Even compared to street musicians are still far less.”

“Maybe now he's not as great as Grandpa. But in about ten more years he would definitely surpass Grandpa,” martial Ouwyang Ping.

Mr. Ouwyang Cu raised his white eyebrows. “O yes?” grunt again. The Chien Wan. “What's your name?”

“Chien Wan, Mr.”

Mr. Ouwyang Cu researched Chien Wan from head to toe. Then he saw the Black Bamboo Flute that was being grasped by Chien Wan.

“That's your flute?” ask Mr. Ouwyang Cu.

Chien Wan nodded.

“Try me!”

Chien Wan handed the flute to Mr. Ouwyang Cu. Mr. Ouwyang Cu grabbed it, then examined it very thoroughly. His face turned serious. Eyes squinting. Then he nodded.

“You can play music just because your flute is good. Try if your flute is just a regular flute. I'm sure the music you're producing must be terrible!” hina Mr. Ouwyang Cu.

Chien Wan was silent to hear the insults. In his heart, he felt hurt and humiliated. All this time he lived as a small person, but no one insulted him to such an extent.

Ouwyang Ping looked at his grandfather angrily.

Mr. Ouwyang Cu snorted at the facial expressions of the two teenagers. “There is no answer? Then I'm right!” taunted. Staring at Chien Wan arrogantly, “You know? With my oldest game, I have shaken the martial World. Who does not know Ouwyang Cu from Nada Valley! You won't be able to match my achievements.”

“Grandpa is great when it comes to blowing flutes. But that was because Grandpa's teacher was also a great flute expert! This Wan elder brother doesn't have such a great teacher. He learned flute also only a few years. Obviously he's no match for Grandpa!” rebutting Ouwyang Ping while staring at his grandfather fiercely.

Mr. Ouwyang Cu frowned. “So, do you think that if he gets a good upbringing he will surpass me, so?”

“True!”

The old man glanced at his granddaughter, then smiled mockingly upon noticing her granddaughter's intentions.

“You think you can frame me, provoke my anger, then after that I will teach him? Ping-er, don't expect you to be able to frame your grandfather,” great-grandson Mr. Ouwyang Cu.

Ouwyang Ping's face flushed red. The contents of his heart had been known to his grandfather so easily.

Chien Wan who had been silent since earlier, ventured to approach Mr. Ouwyang Cu. “Master, please return my needle,” the door.

Mr. Ouwyang Cu glanced at the flute, then he shrugged. He threw the flute carelessly towards Chien Wan. Chien Wan is getting ready to catch him. The flute almost reached his hand, but he was shocked because suddenly the flute was pulled back by a powerful force. And a second later the flute was already in the hands of Mr. Ouwyang Cu.

“Mr Ouwyang?” chien Wan Gusar.

“Grandpa!”

“You think I'd let a distiller as good as this be owned by a distiller as bad as you? This flute I'll save!” grunts Mr Ouwyang Cu.

“But it flutes mine!” refute Chien Wan loudly.

“This is my replacement for your flute!” Mr. Ouwyang Cu threw a grey flute that looked shiny. Chien Wan caught it with a move that was more of a reflex move than a sprightly one. He was very surprised to feel how heavy the flute was.

The flute was made of steel iron!

“Bad grandfather! Return the flute Brother Wan!” yelled Ouwyang Ping furiously.

“Eh, Stupid Boy! Your Wan brother has already received his flute change. He should get used to practicing with that flute!” hardik Mr. Ouwyang Cu.

“Why?” ask Chien Wan.

Mr. Ouwyang Cu ruffled his waist. “A student has no right to ask his teacher's decision. It's order!”

Chien Wan was shocked to hear that. Mister Ouwyang Cu raised him to be a disciple?

Ouwyang Ping's face was beaming. “Sister Wan, now you're Grandpa's student!”

Chien Wan looked at Mister Ouwyang Cu in astonishment. The old man folded his hands on his chest and looked arrogantly. With a quick movement, Chien Wan knelt down. “Teacher,” sweep.

Mr. Ouwyang shook his hand. “Ayya! Don't make fun of me. I don't like it!” its decan. But his pair of eyes glittered mischievously.

Chien Wan rise. Ouwyang Ping approached Chien Wan and held the young man's hand warmly. Chien Wan turned her head and smiled slightly at the girl. Her feelings are very happy.

Seriate.