The Whispering Wind Sword

13. Good Luck, Bad Luck

When Wang Chen Jin's kick stopped in his chest, Ding Tao's breath suddenly became tight and his eyes darkened.

I don't know how long he's been unconscious.

As soon as his body touched the cold well water, Ding Tao realized, although he had not remembered the fight just now, but his body itself moved, trying to float to the surface.

He subconsciously tried to thrust his sword into the well wall as a place for his hand to hang on.

Fortunately still protecting Ding Tao, his sword was stuck in a crack in the well wall and stuck deep enough to hold Ding Tao's body. After all, his body was still in the water, so there was not too much burden to bear on his sword.

With the sword holding his body from drowning, Ding Tao's consciousness slowly returned, remembering that he had just fought.

Recalling the fight, he also remembered Wang Chen Jin's sword which was able to slice through his steel sword like slicing wood. When he saw the magnificent sharp field of inheritance, still squeezed by his steel sword, with astonishment the young man put the sword in his grasp.

Then with one jolt pulled the sword from his steel sword.For a moment he forgot the pain in his body, or the weakness that actually still mastered it.

He looked at the sword with astonishment, still relying on his own sword with one hand, with the other hand trying to play the heirloom sword.

His spirit awoke when he felt how fit the sword was in the hand. Not too light nor too heavy, the balance makes it easy to move according to desire.

But his excitement did not last long, his spirit might be high, but his strength had already weakened even more, at one moment, it was almost as if the sword had slipped out of his grasp.

Luckily he was still able to exert his strength to hold it firmly, until the sword did not come off.Taking a nervous break, Ding Tao tried to thrust the sword into a crack he saw.

His heart felt a little relieved when he saw the sword stuck safely there.

After making sure the sword was safe in its place, he began to observe the circumstances around him. He could feel his legs had started to weaken helplessly, as well as his hands holding on to the sword. Cold air ran through his body.

Finally he resigned to the situation, his strength was so drained that it was impossible for him to climb up.

With his limited knowledge of the path of blood, he tried to poke his way of blood, slowing the blood that was pouring from the wounds on his chest. Either the blood has been drained too much or the curse is precisely blocking the path of blood at some point.

The blood is not as hard as before.

After all that was done, there was nothing else he could do. The only thing he could do while waiting, was to regulate his breath and try to circulate pure air to warm the body.

In this case he got a pleasant surprise, one of the pure air paths, which flowed pure air from the tantien into the palm of the hand was successfully penetrated easily.

To spend time, the path that has been penetrated was tried slowly.

First try to take the pure air stored and flowed into both palms. Flowing through a point in the area of the heart up to the shoulder and towards the point in the middle of the palm.Pushed it continues to flow through the sword in his grasp.

After he felt his pure air flowing all the way to the tip of the sword, he slowly pulled it back to be stored down his navel.

Then he changed he tried to pull the pure air around him through his palm, slowly flowing towards the navel. He held it there for a while, then slowly flowed down the navel and stored it.

Not forgetting that he was regulating his breathing and flowing pure air spread throughout his body, giving a spreading sense of warmth and keeping him from freezing to death. Letting pure air spread by itself, much easier than setting the pure air to concentrate in a certain place, it is even harder to drain the pure air according to the will to follow a certain path.

Especially if the lines are not still locked and cannot be penetrated. And it is precisely this concentrated and directed use of pure air that enables one to perform an ability beyond the general ability.

It was fortunate that Ding Tao one of those paths was accidentally broken when he faced deathly danger against Wang Chen Jin.

his grasp. Thus Ding Tao was already able to begin exploring the possibility of fusing with his sword.

If pure air can flow weapons, at one stage, weapons become part of the body.

A strand of whip can move according to the wishes of its holder, just as a lion's tail moves according to the will of its owner.Fabric can become as hard as iron and iron can become as flexible as cloth.

When it has reached such a stage even a tree branch can be a dangerous weapon, especially an heirloom sword.

Ding Tao had not never heard of this kind of thing, in his heart a single hope arose. Previously never imagined in his mind, that he would be able to become a great swordsman. But today at the same time, he had managed to break through one of the important power lines in his body, as well as find an heirloom sword.

Suddenly Ding Tao could not wait to learn the entire Huang family's sword techniques. Not even just the Huang family's sword style, he wanted to be able to see all the sword moves in the world.

In the simple young man's heart, suddenly came the curiosity to become the number one swordsman in the world…

Yes, after that, he will be able to come to the beautiful young lady with a stiff chest.

It was no longer Ding Tao the gardener, but Ding Tao the number one swordsman in the world.

His heart was fluttering and his face was tinged red, imagining himself being joined by the young lady of the Huang family. Imagine white and smooth cheeks like marble, but warm and soft like freshly baked bread.The tiny red lips that love to sneer at it, the jelly eyes and the plump eyelashes.

His mind wandered everywhere and wild heat ran through his body. Ding Tao, who was dreaming, did not feel cold even though he was not regulating his breath and gathering pure air.

Indeed, in the deepest heart Ding Tao has lost hope, some of him feel passionate about his discovery, but others see how his luck in silat is as good as the morning dew.

He felt his strength weaken and soon he had to drop into the water without being able to do much.

It may be a while longer before there are many people on the move, even so, not necessarily anyone using this well. Even if someone uses the well, is at that time he still have the energy to scream for help?

Just then, Ding Tao was cynical about life. He felt how cruel life was, on the one hand fate had opened a door that offered possibilities never imagined before. But at the same time, fate only gives a very limited time before he comes to death.How bitter this young man's feelings may be hard to imagine.

From a young age his life was limited, unlike other young men, he was too aware of his position and forever forced himself to harbour desires and ideals.

When suddenly the opportunity had just opened up for him, from his graduation, until now when he accidentally obtained an heirloom sword and a breakthrough in his introduction to science.

When his dream was just beginning to unfold, he was suddenly already faced with death.

Without feeling the anger in his heart, the anger in life, in the sky which he saw as having no mercy.

Throughout his life, according to the advice of parents, throughout his life he guarded himself from all acts that violate the devil. Throughout his life he tried to follow the values and order that exist.

But the sky was like blind to all that, the sky seemed to look at him like a joke to be laughed at, to be lulled with dreams and then blown away by tragedy.Ding Tao who was angry, no longer cared about Susila.

His doubts about the young lady of the Huang family did not stop at the memories of her face and smile. Passion that has been soaked all this time is like being spilled without being able to be dammed. Even though in his deepest heart he felt immeasurable pain, because death was looming and his dreams were forever just wishful thinking.

At such a moment, suddenly a voice of people called out. Hearing that voice, Ding Tao felt like he was being drenched in cold water, his consciousness was stirred and his ears sharpened.Truely, there was a voice calling his name. The voice of the old teacher he loved.

His eyes stare upward, and he sees the shadow of the face of his teacher who looks down into the well, illuminated by the light of a dancing torch.