Death Flute
Butterfly Party

Chien Wan left Nada Valley early in the morning when the sun had just risen in the eastern horizon. He stepped away from his home without any meaningful purpose. He just stepped where his feet took him.

For weeks he traveled and finally he arrived at the edge of a vast lake. The view of the lake is beautiful and beautiful. The atmosphere was quiet and no one could see there. He sat by the lake, under a leafy tree. His heart was moved to blow his flute. So he began to blow the flute playing a rhymed song.

Suddenly he stopped his flute playing while hearing the sound of fighting. He stood up and sharpened his hearing to find where the sound came from. He jumped running towards the sound.

His gaze clashed at a very exciting fight. Some men were gnawing at a beautiful girl dressed in purple. The girl resisted armed with a thin scarf of purple color. Although only a shawl, it can also be a useful weapon. The shawl was shrill, sometimes limp like a snake that was about to twist, sometimes stiff and hard like a sword.

But no matter how great the girl fought, it was clear she was overwhelmed by the squawks of seven big, big-headed men. The girl began to push, but still did not give up.

Chien Wan stood on the side of the road and leaned against a shady tree. Paying attention to the course of the battle, but not interested in interfering. Instead he began to blow his flute, chanting very beautiful and intoxicating tones. The influence of the flute sound was amazing. The people who were fighting were starting to get affected. They felt so dizzy that they staggered involuntarily. All were affected without exception, including the girl.

That's one of Chien Wan's most remarkable distilleries. A science that aims to disperse the concentration of people. The winding rhythm disrupts the hearing center and will eventually affect the human brain, causing pain and drunkenness that is increasingly becoming.

The bullies turned to see who was blowing the flute and made it difficult for them to concentrate. Infuriated and holding back the dizziness, they left the girl they were shaking and walked over to Chien Wan.

“Who are you? How insolent you dare to disturb us!” hardik is one of those who seems to be their leader.

Chien Wan lowered her flute and took out a piece of silk cloth. He began to complain about his flutes and ignored them.

“Fucking man! Answer my question!” the leader snapped furiously, feeling ignored.

Chien Wan did not care about them. He continued cleaning his flute and said without turning his head, “I don't bother you guys, I just blew my needle.”

“Busty!” snapped the beavering leader saw Chien Wan's attitude which he considered a mockery. “Do you know who you're dealing with? I am Hao Sing Yat, Tiger Powered Swordsman!”

Chien Wan's forehead wrinkled. Hao Sing Yat, Tiger Powered Warrior? It seems he had heard that name. He thought and his jaw hardened. He remembers now. Two years ago it was this person who bullied Ouwyang Ping when the girl was taking a bath.

Hao Sing Yat laughed. He thought Chien Wan was silent for fear of hearing his name. He did not remember the young man at all. He did not expect at all that this young man had met two years ago and greatly horrified him.

“If you still love your life, go now!” banish him.

Chien Wan looked sharply and coldly at Hao Sing Yat. “You're the only one who went.”

Hao Sing Yat's face was red. “Bigger! Attack!” his orders to his men.

At once they surrounded and invaded Chien Wan. This time Chien Wan did not blow the flute, but fought by exerting the typical moves of the Nada Valley. He used his flute as a weapon and his whole movement was amazing. In his hand, the flute that was a musical instrument turned into a deadly weapon.

Hao Sing Yat instantly recognized the move.

“You... people Nada Valley...!” shocks surprised. He also recalled the event on the lake the other day. I am so sorry why I forgot this guy. If only he remembered this young man in black, he would not have looked for her.

“Retreat! Backward!” hao Sing Yat's orders and soon obeyed his men with relief. They also ran away from that place.

As usual, Chien Wan was reluctant to chase.

The purple-clothed girl who had been ganged up on it since just now observed everything with great admiration. He was silent not moving in the slightest to watch the course of the fight. When the men fled, he approached Chien Wan.

“Thank you for helping me, Swordsman.”

Chien Wan turned her head and looked at the girl. The pair of eyes of the girl were beautiful and honest. Her smile bloomed sweetly on her beautiful face. Inevitably Chien Wan returned her smile.

“Don't call me that. I'm not a swordsman.”

“Then I have to call what?” ask the girl. “O yes, my name is Wu Kui Fang. I'm from the Butterfly Party. Who's Tuan?”

“My name is Ouwyang Chien Wan.”

Chien Wan nodded.

“Wah, it's worth it that you're armed with a flute...” Suddenly, Kui Fang was stunned. “You're Deathly Flute!” then shouted.

Chien Wan seemed a bit uneasy to be called by his nickname. He did not know that the nickname Death Distilled was already famous throughout the World of Persilatan since the meeting of the warriors two years ago. From then on, all the warriors unceasingly talked about the prowess of the two young men. One was from the Bamboo House, and the other was the Deathly Flute from the Nada Valley.

“Everyone in our party always talks about your name. I never thought I'd get a chance to see you today. What an honor to me.” Kui Fang saluted.

Chien Wan looks bad. “Already, don't overdo it.”

Kui Fang laughed cheerfully. “Kakak Ouwyang, can I call you that?”

Chien Wan nodded.

“I am so grateful for your presence. If you don't come, somehow I have to. I was walking around and suddenly they stopped me and acted rudely. My intelligence is still low and I am unable to fight them. Good thing you came and kicked them all out.”

Chien Wan sighed. “Just a coincidence.”

“However, I want to repay your kindness. Will you come to our party? My father and mother would have liked to meet the man who helped her daughter.” Kui Fang stared expectantly.

Chien Wan's heart was moved. He stared at the pair of clear and warm eyes, and he unconsciously nodded.

***

Chien Wan's arrival to the Butterfly Party was warmly and kindly welcomed by the party chairman and his wife. They have long heard the greatness of the name of Death Suling and are very happy because they had the opportunity to know her more closely. And it turned out that the Death Flute was completely different from what they originally thought.

They did not expect that the famous swordsman who came from the Valley of Tones turned out to be so simple, quiet, and tend to be closed. However, they could not help but like Chien Wan. The young man always attracts attention despite his nature.

And what intrigued them even more was the fact that since Chien Wan's arrival, Kui Fang looked very happy.

“Kakak Ouwyang, why did you leave Nada Valley? Are you looking for someone?” ask the girl one day. They were talking in the park. Kui Fang was very interested in knowing why Chien Wan left his house.

Chien Wan nodded. “I'm looking for my sister.”

“Surely she's gone from home?”

“She left Nada Valley two years ago. Maybe now he lives at my uncle's house in Wisma Bambu,” replied Chien Wan.

“Oh, so. Hopefully you'll see your sister soon,” said Kui Fang with a sweet smile.

Chien Wan looked at the girl. Kui Fang was very different from all the girls he had known all along. The girl is sweet and warm. She was not as beautiful and agile as Ting Ting, not as graceful as Ouwyang Ping, and indecent as Siu Hung. The girl has a mix of her third character. And what is so special about this girl is her honesty. This girl had a face and nature that was so innocent and honest, a pair of eyes that were incapable of lying.

I don't know why all this makes Chien Wan feel calm.

The friendliness of everyone in the Butterfly Party made Chien Wan very comfortable. But talking about Wisma Bambu made him think to visit his uncle and aunt there. He had not been to the Bamboo House for a long time.

Although he was now a young master in the Valley of Tones, he could not forget his past. He never forgot the kindness of Mr and Mrs Luo towards him which at that time was only considered a poor village boy. They treated her the same way they treated her son and daughter. He's very grateful for that.

Therefore, after almost a week in the Butterfly Party he said goodbye to all of them to go to Wisma Bambu.

Initially Kui Fang prevented his departure. The girl asked him to stay for a few more days. But Chien Wan started to get scared of the girl's attention. His heart began to move and he became somewhat worried. Receiving the attention of the girl meant giving her hope. At the moment, he has not forgotten his past. It should not hurt Kui Fang by giving an uncertain hope.

With a heavy heart, he insisted on leaving.

His departure was released Kui Fang sadly. The girl continued to wave her hands until Chien Wan was nowhere to be seen.