Death Flute
Hard Workout

The news that Chien Wan was appointed a disciple by Mr. Ouwyang Cu was truly shocking. The problem is that Mr. Ouwyang Cu once said that he would not accept students if there was no one whose talent exceeded his own. This is obviously impossible because everyone knows, Mr. Ouwyang Cu's talent in terms of music is stunning. Now with the acceptance of Chien Wan becoming a disciple, prove that Chien Wan's talent is truly extraordinary!

Mr. Ouwyang Cu trained Chien Wan hard. Chien Wan is required to train his inflatable. First of all, he had to blow the leaves as far as possible. It is easy if it is blown only leaves, but over time the order of Mr. Ouwyang Cu is increasingly unreasonable. The thing that Chien Wan had to blow on was getting heavier and heavier. From fruit to stone! It was impossible for Chien Wan to blow the stone. Don't float, just move no.

“Your workouts are less hard!” omel Mr. Ouwyang Cu always.

Chien Wan did not argue in the least. He's getting more and more trying.

Initially Ouwyang Ping always accompanied Chien Wan to the exercises. But he could not bear to see Chien Wan's struggle that seemed impossible. He went to his grandfather and protested.

“Grandfather, don't be that cruel to Sister Wan. How could he possibly blow a rock up to drift?” the girl was upset.

“If want to be a great distiller, he should do it!” said Mr. Ouwyang Cu firmly and sharply. Then he looked at his grandson in annoyance. “You yourself, why are you here? There's training with your treasure!” throw it away while shaking hands.

Ouwyang Ping pouted then ran away leaving his grandfather.

Chien Wan spent months before he finally managed to make the stone shift as far as five inches with the blow. His success was not responded to with delight by his teacher. Mr. Ouwyang even added to his torment. He forced Chien Wan to train his fingers by stabbing them in the hot sand.

Chien Wan's fingers blistered and felt very painful. The pain reaches the heart! But not a bit Chien Wan complained. He trained every day for a very long time. Over time his fingers became strong and invulnerable.

Eight months Chien Wan was trained with such torture. After that, his training was intensified again. Mr. Ouwyang took Chien Wan to a large pond to the west of the Nada Valley.

“From now on you practice here. Dive in and hold your breath as long as possible in the water. In the water you must also endure to train your hearing and vision. Since your sense of taste does not work, the other senses must be sharpened. That's the only way to become a tough swordsman!” mr Ouwyang's orders.

Without saying much, Chien Wan obeyed him immediately. He took off his top clothes and stepped into the pool. The pool is so cold! His body trembled, but he survived. Then he took a deep breath and started diving.

Mr. Ouwyang sat by the pool.

Just a moment later, Chien Wan's head appeared on the surface of the water. He coughed and his face was red for holding his breath for too long.

“Stupid! Toll!” maki Mr Ouwyang Cu. “You should be able to hold your breath for at least half an hour!”

Again Chien Wan took a deep breath, filling her lungs with as much air as possible. Then he dived again.

He kept doing it over and over again. The longer he can hold his breath longer. For weeks he trained under the supervision of his teacher. Eventually he was able to meet the target of his teacher who wanted him to stay underwater for at least half an hour.

The three exercises; blowing stones, hitting hot sand with fingers, and diving, still must be done every day. After he was able to survive the three exercises, Mr. Ouwyang told him to sound simple tones with his iron flute. Surprisingly, Chien Wan was back to being as stupid as when he was just starting out. The tones produced by his flute blowing were much worse than they used to be. He can't even play his song anymore. Even a simple song cannot be played.

At first Chien Wan was very frustrated.

“Now I can't even play the simplest song,” Chien Wan told Ouwyang Ping who sat by his side, listening attentively to his complaints.

“Kak Wan don't despair,” entertain Ouwyang Ping gently.

Chien Wan looked down at his fingers.

Ouwyang Ping looked on pity. The hand of Chien Wan. The hand looked broken, especially his fingers. The fingers were blistered and injured. Though the finger is a valuable treasure for a musician, especially a distiller. Why did Mr Ouwyang tell him to do all that?

Gently, the girl carried the blistered fingers near her mouth. Then the fingers were blown.

The air generated by Ouwyang Ping's blow was very soothing. That coolness slips into the heart, causing untold happiness. Chien Wan let the warmth of the girl envelop him.

“Still sick?” tanya Ouwyang Ping.

Chien Wan shook her head.

“Someday Sister Wan will succeed.”

“What if I can't play that song anymore?” chien Wan asked with a sigh.

“I don't care!” tukas Ouwyang Ping's. “You are still Sister Wan, no matter how you are.”

Ouwyang Ping stared back at Chien Wan. His cheeks were reddened as he saw something strange in Chien Wan's view. The way Chien Wan looked at her made the teenage girl's heart touched. Ouwyang Ping took off Chien Wan's hand.

Chien Wan stood up. “I have to exercise again.”

“I'm coming!”

“Do not,” ring Chien Wan. “You should also practice. Later Master will scold you.”

Ouwyang Ping scowled. “Grandpa is too.”

“Teacher wants us to train so we can quickly,” smile Chien Wan.

“Employ, Sister Wan!” exclaimed Ouwyang Ping while patting Chien Wan on the shoulder.

Chien Wan nodded.

***

The days of Chien Wan were again filled with harsh and torturous training. He plays simple tones with his iron flute over and over again. Every time he blew, he always got his teacher's scorn. Never praise, say not enough never. This continued for a year of training.

Chien Wan did not give up. Intending to give up never occurred to him. He is a warrior, who will keep trying until the last blood. He always practiced. Even at night when everyone, including his teacher, was asleep. At first he was always training without being known by anyone. But one night....

Ouwyang Ping was awake from his sleep from hearing a flute sound that rang simple tones over and over again. He came out of his room and approached the origin of the sound.

In the park, he saw Chien Wan sitting while trying to practice flute blowing.

“Kak Wan.”

Chien Wan looked surprised. “Eh, Ping-er.”

Ouwyang Ping approached. “It's night, why haven't you slept?”

Chien Wan raised her iron flute. “I have to practice. Until now I have not been able to master this flute. Ah, I don't know why.”

Ouwyang Ping looked on pity. He wanted to be able to feel the difficulty of Chien Wan, but could not. There was no problem with the harp. He frowned, thinking.

“Kak Wan, with your old flute... is there any difficulty?” ask the girl.

Chien Wan shook her head.

“Then, maybe the problem lies in the flute,” said Ouwyang Ping. He looks and thinks. Instantly he gasped and his eyes became gloomy. “Is it because this flute does not have white silk rope?” whispered while bowing his head.

Chien Wan was shocked. “Of course ti...” At that moment there was a sting in his brain. He recalled that Uncle Khung once said, “Jaga and love your flute as you look after and love your life.” The words were clearly ringing in his ears, making him feel like he was being slapped.

That's what he hasn't done all this time. He could play a beautiful song from the Black Bamboo Flute because he loved the flute so much. But he didn't like his iron flute, even hated it! All this time he did not blow the flute with all his heart. Yeah, that's why! The main problem lies not in the flute, but in itself. He never tried to love the iron.

Ouwyang Ping saw Chien Wan speechless with such a dumbfounded expression, he thought that his conjecture was correct.

“True, right?’ asked Ouwyang Ping in a soft and sad voice.

Unfortunately, the question was not heard by Chien Wan at all because the young man was busy with his own thoughts. He was silent as he looked at his flute and wondered inwardly; how could he love his flute?

Ouwyang Ping felt devastated because his question was completely ignored by Chien Wan. With a broken heart, he turned around and stepped towards his room.

It was then that Chien Wan regained consciousness from her daydream. He was surprised to see Ouwyang Ping step away from him. Chien Wan was about to call and chase after him, but he hesitated. He was afraid that the girl would be angry with him, so he kept quiet and did nothing but look at her back away.

Ouwyang Ping bit his lips in disappointment. In fact he hoped Chien Wan would catch up and say that his conjecture was completely untrue. Since Chien Wan wasn't after him, it meant that it was all true.

Seriate.