Death Flute
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After traveling for a few days, they arrived at the front gate of the Nada Valley. Ouwyang Ping was very happy. He smiled with satisfaction while breathing the air of the Nada Valley as much as possible.

“I've returned!” the girl was happy.

Chien Wan and the others smiled watching Ouwyang Ping's manner.

Just then, Hauw Lam and Kam Sien approached them to join Fu Ming and Lo Hian.

“Chien Wan, Miss Ping-er, welcome back home!” The Four Silver Tambur saluted.

Chien Wan saluted while Ouwyang Ping smiled sweetly.

After which, the Four Silver Tamburs immediately approached and noisily patted Chien Wan on the shoulder. Congratulations to him for having successfully perfected the name of the Valley of Nada by showing his ability to blow the flute at the meeting of the warriors. The nickname Death Distilled received by Chien Wan is now spread among the martial world.

The Four Silver Tamburs were so excited that it was difficult for Chien Wan and Ouwyang Ping to interrupt. Fortunately, that moment a soft and authoritative voice interrupted them.

“Four Silver Tambur, give them a chance to breathe.”

At once they all looked. Ouwyang Kuan had arrived there with a smile. Her eyes seemed to be glazed at her daughter who looked as healthy and fresh as a newly blooming flower. All this time he missed his daughter. How happy his heart was to have his daughter back safely.

Ouwyang Ping looked at his happily smiling father. He bit his lips. His heart was so happy to see his father back. Her tears were floating in the corner of her beautiful eyes. He saw his father develop both hands. So he ran about to rush into his father's arms. But when it was near, it stopped suddenly. He awkwardly looked at his harp. How could he hug his father while holding a harp?

Lo Hian approached and grabbed the harp. Blinking eyes.

Ouwyang Ping smiled slightly and let Lo Hian hold onto his harp. He immediately rushed into his father's arms without hesitation. His father's embrace was close and warm, full of longing.

“Dad!” whispered Ouwyang Ping moved.

Ouwyang Kuan stroked the beautiful and delicate hair of Ouwyang Ping. “Ping-er, son.... I miss you,” said Ouwyang Kuan softly and affectionately.

Ouwyang Ping raised his face to observe his father more clearly. “Daddy Ikusan,” comments. “Look, Dad's cheeks until sunken so.”

Dad smiled. “Dad thinks of you,” said. Then he touched his daughter's nose with affection. “By the way you yourself are getting cheerful. Don't you ever think about Dad, hm?”

“Dad, I was thinking of you!” refute Ouwyang Ping spoiled.

Ouwyang Iuan took off his embrace, but he still grabbed his daughter's shoulder. He looked at Chien Wan who was still standing some distance away, watching them give each other a longing.

“It's only natural that you don't pay attention and think about your father. Isn't there Chien Wan next to you?” the Goda Ouwyang Kuan.

Ouwyang Ping's face flushed red. He hit his father's arm with a fit of anxiety. “Dad!”

“You will soon leave Dad to go with him. I'll be lonely because you're the only one I've had since your mother died. Dad will definitely languish,” complained Ouwyang Kuan half joking. However, all this has been his fear since Chien Wan came to the place and established a relationship with his daughter.

Ouwyang Ping's gaze softened. “Dad don't say that. Where could I leave Dad?”

Ouwyang Kuan laughed. “Sweet boy, I'm just kidding!”

Immediately his daughter pinched his arm with anxiety. “Daddy is too! It's so nice to tease me!”

Ouwyang Kuan ruffled his daughter's hair, then gestured for Chien Wan to approach.

Chien Wan is approaching. He gave respect. “I'm back, Uncle.”

“Thank you for taking good care of my daughter, Chien Wan,” Ouwyang Kuan said in a sincere tone.

“Teacher where, Uncle?”

“My father is going nowhere. Biasalah, he was happy to disappear. You recall? When you came to this place, he was traveling. Then suddenly it appears. This time it must be. Soon he will appear,” said Ouwyang Kuan calmly.

Chien Wan nodded.

“Let's go inside!”

They stepped into the valley and continued towards the building. But before they could all react, a body flashed towards them and immediately sat on a chair in the middle of the room. The figure revealed a cynical smile that was already well known by all of them.

They were all shocked because of the sudden appearance but did not feel astonished at all. They are used to Mr. Ouwyang Cu's behavior.

Chien Wan approached while saluting. “Teacher, I'm home.”

Mr. Ouwyang Cu snorted. “I know you're home, Stupid boy! If you haven't come home yet, where could you be here now?!” resounding.

Everyone was smiling inwardly. They all knew the character of Mr. Ouwyang Cu.

Ouwyang Ping approached his grandfather. “Grandfather, want to hear our story during the go?” tanyanya excitedly.

Mr. Ouwyang Cu yawned and shrugged indifferently. “Tak. Your adventures are definitely not interesting!”

Ouwyang Ping pouted. “Bad grandfather!”

Mr. Ouwyang Cu laughed mockingly. “Do you think your story is taken hostage in Bukit Merak, rescued by the Black Bat, and going to the Bamboo Guesthouse is interesting?”

The words of Mr. Ouwyang Cu made Chien Wan and Ouwyang Ping shocked. Chien Wan looked at her teacher fixedly and understood at once. Apparently all this time Mr. Ouwyang Cu was following their progress! When they got home, he came home.

Ouwyang Ping beautiful eyes narrowed. He looked at his father. “Dad, since when did Grandpa disappear?”

Ouwyang Kuan thought for a moment. “Mmm... a few days after you left,” he replied slowly as he tried to remember exactly when Mr. Ouwyang Cu left.

“Grandfather follow us!” yang Ouwyang Ping. Then he laughed. “So it turns out Grandpa was worried about us, huh? Whaaah, Grandpa is really good, to the point that when we were in danger, Grandpa didn't help!” insinuations.

Mr. Ouwyang Cu pretended to look the other way wrongly.

Ouwyang Kuan was surprised. “Danger? What danger?”

Ouwyang Ping laughed. “Nothing, Dad. We were able to handle it,” entertain him. Then he began to tell about the events at the meeting of the warriors, about the events in Bukit Merak, and other events that occurred. Chien Wan did not chim in one bit, only watching the girl tell a story with a small smile.

Ouwyang Kuan and the Four Silver Tambur listened with interest. They were very impressed with the experience of Ouwyang Ping and Chien Wan.

Mr. Ouwyang Cu showed a bored expression, but in fact he was interested as well. He listened to the story attentively. He followed them secretly. But decided not to take part because they want to see how far their ability to defend themselves.

Only once did he decide to interfere, when Ouwyang Ping who was in a state of fainting was brought by the Peacock Hill people to Cheng Sam's room. He blocked Cheng Sam's room door until he had to let go of Ouwyang Ping for a bit to open the crossbar. He would have taken Ouwyang Ping away if only his eyes had not caught the quick movements of someone directly grabbing Ouwyang Ping's body and his harp.

Of course Mr. Ouwyang Cu is anxious. He thought Chien Wan and his friends were okay and decided to follow the person in black. He saw his grandson being taken to a cave. But it turns out that the person did not do anything rude, instead he helped Ouwyang Ping. So he decided to watch from afar. And he only found out that Ouwyang Ping's helper was nicknamed the Black Bat.

“Wah! Really interesting experience!” praise Ouwyang Kuan.

Mr. Ouwyang immediately regained consciousness from his memory. He pretended to yawn. “Bored! Bored!” his gerrick.

Of course Ouwyang Ping pouted. But Chien Wan had noticed Mr. Ouwyang Cu and knew that his teacher was listening to the story with great care. Chien Wan smiled inwardly. Sometimes the habits of Mr. Ouwyang are no different from those of a child who likes to sulk.