Death Flute
Reunions

“Chien Wan?” exclaimed one of them, a young man of Chien Wan's age.

Chien Wan smiled slightly. “Sen Khang,” map. He immediately understood why Sen Khang, Meng Huan, and Ting Ting were there. They would definitely attend the meeting of the warriors representing Master and Lady Luo.

“Kak Wan!” Overjoyed, Ting Ting rushed over to Chien Wan. Her pair of beautiful eyes seemed to sparkle. But his steps came to a halt as his gaze pounded on the golden-clothed girl standing beside Chien Wan. His forehead immediately wrinkled.

“Nona, Meng Huan, how are you?” greet Chien Wan.

Ouwyang Ping looked at the three young people with interest. So, they were brothers like Chien Wan while still living in Wisma Bambu.

Luo Sen Khang is the same age as Chien Wan. His face is handsome and radiant. He looked friendly and at the same time authoritative. Her clothes were white with silver stripes. He did not carry any weapons, Ouwyang Ping concluded that the young man mastered the science of hand-to-hand silat. He seemed very happy to meet Chien Wan again.

Chi Meng Huan was dressed in a brownish-red color. He carried the sword in his hand. He was a handsome and gentle young man. He seemed very kind and friendly, and very attentive. A fun type of person to be friends with.

Although the two young men were attractive people, the one that attracted Ouwyang Ping the most was Luo Ting Ting.

Ting Ting was very pretty and cheerful. Her beauty is enhanced by the way she dresses. The clothes she wore were very beautiful like the clothes of a noble girl, pink in color. She carried a beautiful sword in her hand. Her hair ornaments were like a noble princess, with ornaments in the form of pearl hairpicks and pink flowers.

But there was nothing that attracted Ouwyang Ping more than the irritated look of Ting Ting's eyes as he looked at her. Indeed indeed. After a long time had passed, Ting Ting's love for Chien Wan did not diminish in the slightest. It's getting bigger. There was no day he missed without thinking about Chien Wan. Of course now he was jealous of the existence of the girl beside Chien Wan.

Chien Wan turned to look at Ouwyang Ping. “Ping-er, they are my fellow students at Wisma Bambu.” Then his eyes shifted to his three friends. “Sen Khang, Meng Huan, and Miss Ting Ting, this is Ouwyang Ping. She is the only daughter of Mr. Ouwyang Kuan.”

They saluted each other.

“So, Miss is the daughter of the ruler of Nada Valley?” asked Meng Huan with a look of admiration. To be honest, the beauty of the girl was indeed not as special as Ting Ting, but the elegance of her appearance was very eye-catching.

Ouwyang Ping nodded with a smile.

“Where are you staying?” ask Sen Khang.

“All lodgings in this city are full. We haven't got a place,” I'm Chien Wan.

Sen Khang nodded happily. “Good. Then you can sleep with me and Meng Huan. Miss Ouwyang can room with Ting Ting. Coincidentally we stayed here since yesterday.”

Chien Wan glanced at Ouwyang Ping, asking for his approval. Ouwyang Ping shrugged his shoulders.

“Indeed it's the only way,” says the girl.

Sen Khang smiled happily. “Come then!” bring him.

Chien Wan and Ouwyang Ping followed them towards their rooms. Chien Wan walks alongside Sen Khang. He brought two bundles of clothes, his and Ouwyang Ping's. He always brought a bundle of Ouwyang Ping clothes because he could not bear to see the girl carrying another object beside her heavy harp.

Ouwyang Ping walked beside Ting Ting, fully aware that Ting Ting had repeatedly glanced at him with a curious look.

They arrived at Ting Ting's room.

“Nah, Miss Ouwyang. This is Ting Ting's room. You just rest here,” Sen Khang said kindly.

“Thank you, Brother Luo.” Ouwyang Ping smiled sweetly.

Sen Khang felt his heart pounding receiving the charming smile it was aimed at him. But he quickly covered his charm with a big smile.

Chien Wan approached Ouwyang Ping and thrust out the bundle of clothes of the girl.

Ouwyang Ping received it with his right hand while his left hand grasped the harp. “Thank you, Sister Wan.”

Ting Ting watched all of that with a hot heart. How soft Ouwyang Ping's gaze was on Chien Wan! And how intimate Chien Wan calls Ouwyang Ping! Against him? Chien Wan called her miss, as if to create some distance between them.

He opened the door of his room. Since then there had not been a word out of his mouth aimed at Ouwyang Ping. He walked in ahead of Ouwyang Ping who was silent at the door because Ting Ting did not let him in.

Ting Ting glanced at her. “Why are you quiet? Login.”

Ouwyang Ping nodded, then entered and closed the room door. He placed his harp on the table and placed the bundle in a small cupboard, next to the red Ting Ting bundle. Then he sat down on a chair near the table. His hand grabbed the silk cloth from inside his pocket and started wiping his golden harp. He remained silent because he did not know what to say.

It was Ting Ting who then couldn't bear the silence.

“So you're a brother-in-law of Sister Wan, yes?”

Ouwyang Ping turned his head and smiled. “True.”

“Make sure your relationship is very close,” terka Ting Ting with a jealous tone that can not be hidden.

Ouwyang Ping felt such great jealousy. Apparently his guess all along did not miss. Ting Ting did like Chien Wan more than a sister's feelings towards her brother. He recalled the time when he himself felt a deep sense of jealousy towards the white silk rope that Ting Ting Ting tied on the flute of Chien Wan.

“We... usual joint exercises,” replied Ouwyang Ping carefully.

Ting Ting scowled. Then he turned his gaze towards the golden harp of Ouwyang Ping.

“Good hair. It looks heavy. Aren't you tired of taking her everywhere?”

Ouwyang Ping shook his head. “For a musician, a musical instrument is his life. Without this harp my life would be meaningless. If I lose this harp, I'd rather die!” answer with a steady tone.

Ting Ting shuddered in horror. This girl's seriousness is so scary! His eyes were so steady and did not hesitate when he said the statement earlier. Ting Ting recalled that he had once seen the same look in the eye. Yep. Three years ago when Chien Wan insisted on going to the Nada Valley. No one could shake his intentions. Chien Wan too, just like Ouwyang Ping, considered his flute to be his life.

Like it or not, Ting Ting was forced to admit their match.

***

“Tell me of your experience, Chien Wan!” pinta Meng Huan was enthusiastic.

Chien Wan nodded small. Then he told him everything he had experienced in the Valley of Nada. Starting from the moment of his arrival in the Nada Valley, then his meeting with all the inhabitants of the Nada Valley, until his meeting a few days later with Ouwyang Ping. He also told his encounter with Mr. Ouwyang Cu who then raised him as a disciple.

The events he experienced there, his strenuous and strange exercises, his suffering while carrying out all his exercises. All of that was told to his two listeners who widened their eyes in amazement.

“Wuahhh!!” sen Khang cried after Chien Wan ended his story. “Your experience is amazing!”

Chien Wan shrugged her shoulders in relief. He was not used to talking at length like that.

“Only to train flute alone can be that heavy?” yelled Meng Huan.

Chien Wan nodded.

“Nona Ouwyang also trained as hard as you?” ask Sen Khang.

Chien Wan nodded. “Only he was trained by his father. I don't know how it started. When he met me, he had mastered the game of harp. He just stayed in his depth.”

Sen Khang smiled seductively. “Your relationship with her is very close, isn't it?”

“What do you mean?” Chien Wan was shocked to be seduced so.

“Ah, come! Don't pretend,” smile Sen Khang. “You think I'm blind so I can't see your attitude? He seems very affectionate towards you. You were so attentive to her too!”

Chien Wan was silent.

“I know it!” exclaimed Sen Khang while chuckling triumphantly. “Iya, right?” nosy as he poked Chien Wan's arm full of jokes.

Chien Wan glanced at a glance. “She already knows, why still ask?”

“Wah! You're really lucky,” praise Sen Khang while scratching his forehead.

Meng Huan looked at Chien Wan seriously, not smiling at all. “Lantas, Ting Ting how?”

Chien Wan was shocked. “You mean?”

Meng Huan clucked. “You are!” sergeant. “You know, Ting Ting liked you a long time ago. Now you're in touch with another girl. How does he feel if he knows?”

Chien Wan was silent. He really doesn't know what to answer. She had never liked Ting Ting more than a sister. She did not have the slightest romantic feelings towards Ting Ting.

“Chien Wan, why silence?” said Meng Huan annoyed.

“You want to hear our experience, Chien Wan?” sela Sen Khang quickly. He did not want them to fight when they had just met again.

Chien Wan nodded in relief. Meng Huan was a bit annoyed, but did not argue.

“After you go to Nada Valley, we train under my father's guidance. But my father felt that the knowledge he taught was still not enough. That's when we arrived an old swordsman who turned out to be still in college with my father. He still counts my father's uncle. The three of us became his students.

“Teachers train us according to our talent. I trained with hand science because Master said I had a strong energy. While Meng Huan and Ting Ting were taught swordsmanship, as they were agile.

“Teacher stayed at Wisma Bambu for almost two years to train us. After that he left. He is used to traveling and not hard if you have to stay in one place for a long time. He said, two years of settling in one place was a miracle for him.” Sen Khang ended his story while laughing.

“Teacher who is jolly and funny,” continued Meng Huan, who seems to have forgotten the frustration of his heart. “We all love him. Too bad you didn't learn from him.”

“O yes. You're here to attend the swordsmen's meeting, aren't you?” sela Sen Khang's.

Chien Wan nodded. “Guruku told us to represent Nada Valley.”

“Then it is the same. My father was also an obstacle, so we were told to leave. Coincidentally, I've wanted to meet with the Chief of Police. Do you remember, Chien Wan? We used to meet him at the teahouse?” remember Sen Khang.

Chien Wan nodded.

“When?” asked Meng Huan with interest.

“First, when..you came home to attend your father's funeral,” Sen Khang said carefully.

Meng Huan's countenance was rather grim reminiscing about the sad incident.

“How is Uncle khung?” ask Chien Wan.

“Uncle Khung is fine. He remained as quiet as before. Don't want to talk if nothing matters,” says Meng Huan.

“Persis you!”

Sen Khang's apiece made Meng Huan's laughter explode.

“How are the Ladies and gentlemen?”

“Good. They're in good health.”

“Dan...your aunt?”

Lawa Sen Khang vanished. His forehead creased as he recalled the task his father had given Chien Wan. A secret assignment that no one knows but Chien Wan, his father, Uncle Khung, and himself. He couldn't possibly ask about the task in front of Meng Huan because they didn't want anyone to know.

“Still the same,” he said slowly.

Meng Huan did not feel suspicious. He knew about Luo Sui She. He thought there was nothing strange if Chien Wan asked about Sui She. However, Chien Wan once lived in the Bamboo House, so it must have concerns for all its residents.

Seriate.