The Whispering Wind Sword

16. Chapter 16's

Before he got to the bottom, he could already imagine what had happened that night.

Although the trail left behind is unclear and there is likely not a footprint or a hand, it does provide an answer to the disappearance of Ding Tao's corpse from the well. After he reached the surface of the water from the well, Fu Tsun was more convinced of his conjecture.

Ding Tao's sword that was thrust into the well wall and used as a foothold was still left there.

Likewise, Gu Tong Dang's footprints were clearly visible, because when Gu Tong Dang tied the rope on Ding Tao's body his legs were imprinted more strongly against the well wall, until at that part of the well wall until notched inward by the pressure of Gu Tong Dang's feet.

First because Ding Tao was holding on to his body until his legs had to tread stronger to hold the bodies of the two of them. And the second because at that time both hands were busy tying the rope on Ding Tao's body so that the burden was fully borne by both legs of Gu Tong Dang.

Not quite looking at the marks and their return that night, Fu Tsun carefully observed the bottom of the well with the clear water.

After being completely convinced that there was no corpse of Ding Tao or Wang Dou's sword below, he pulled the rope twice as a sign that those above pulled his body back up.

Along the way Fu Tsun's brain spun violently, from what he saw and heard, it was clear Ding Tao had not died as he fell into the well. Furthermore, there was someone who had helped him out of the well and Wang Dou's heirloom sword was in their hands.

With teeth grinding Fu Tsun angrily Fu Tsun tried to guess who had helped Ding Tao and mastered the sword. His greatest suspicion was fixed on the Huang family, although he did not rule out the possibility of anyone else coincidentally seeing the fight.

It is not unusual for there to be a nosy martial figure and follow the course of the fight between the two youths. To then help Ding Tao who fell into the well. Either because he was interested in the fallen sword or just wanted to help the young man.

Arriving at the top, Fu Tsun's facial features were normal again, with a laugh he explained his discovery down there.

After a moment of pleasantries, without wasting any more time he tried to research any traces that might have been left around the well. Traces that could help him to find Ding Tao, his penlong and Wang Dou's heirloom sword.

But the activities of the residents around the place and the prudence of Gu Tong Dang had wiped out any traces that might have been left behind. Heartbroken, Fu Tsun spurred his horse to meet Wang Dou and report his findings.

Meanwhile at the same time Ding Tao had come to a realization from his sleep. A diffuse smell of chicken broth soup filled the little hut.

In the blink of his eyes, while grinning withstanding the pain he tried to get up, the wound on his chest felt a little pain, as well as the bruises on his body. Slowly his memory returned.

Recollecting back he would be the fight that had happened the night before, how he had fallen into the well and ended up being helped by Gu Tong Dang.

He circulated his gaze throughout the room, when he did not find Gu Tong Dang, he tried to get up on his feet.

It was accidentally touched by Wang Dou's heirloom sword. Looking at the sword and remembering the privilege of the sword, Ding Tao did not want to leave the sword lying around. While pinching the sword in hand, he also walked with a little limping to look for Gu Tong Dang.

Gu Tong Dang who was currently standing guard outside heard the sound of the bed creaking. Agilely, the old teacher got up and entered the room where she was taking care of Ding Tao.

As Ding Tao saw Gu Tong Dang, quickly the young man was about to kneel down to express his gratitude. But Gu Tong Dang quickly restrained the young man's body.

―Teacher... ―.

―Ah, your body is still weak, you should just rest in bed.‖ermark

―Teacher... thank you teacher.. if not for your help, of course…‖

―Hahaha, never mind, now all you have to do is rest to restore your condition.‖ermark

Carefully he cleared Ding Tao back to the existing sleeping quarters. Then he brought a bowl of chicken soup that he had prepared.

―This eat first, after that meditate to regulate and collect pure air in your body.‖ermark

―Good teacher, thank you teacher.‖ermark

Slowly Ding Tao sipped the still steaming chicken soup.

Gu Tong Dang pulled out a bench and sat down in front of his student, ―Ding Tao, while you were eating, I was about to talk to you.‖ermark

Ding Tao with a slight thumping nodding head, ―Good teacher.. ―.

―True teacher..., he, he said there is one important matter that has to do with young lady Huang.‖ermark

Gu Tong Dang nodded his head,

―Hmmm.., so so it seems. In his heart he still holds a grudge against you and for that reason he tried to frame you and kill you.‖ermark

―It seems so teacher…‖

For a moment Gu Tong Dang looked at his disciple and thought of the innocent nature of his disciple, ―Ding Tao, you should remember this experience carefully. Living in a martial world, do not easily believe the words of people. Just know that I've felt one awkwardness ever since I saw him whispering secretly to you.‖ermark

―When I tried to find you in your room, you were not there. As soon as I try to find you, baby I'm late.‖ermark

―It is not too late teacher, if the teacher is late, of course the students have left this world. Teachers will never forget, not only owe the lesson, students even owe their lives.‖ermark

―Hehehe, never mind, if I had come sooner, of course your situation would not be half right now. But now that it doesn't matter, there's something more important I need to tell you.‖ermark

Gu Tong Dang's face became more serious and Ding Tao who saw the change in his teacher's face became silent and second-guessing.

―Son Ding, do you know what sword Wang Chen Jin is wearing?‖,erm, irm

gu Tong Dang asked as he pointed towards the sword that was beside Ding Tao.

Unknowing and also convinced that his teacher certainly knew the existence and background of the sword he had snatched from Wang Chen Jin, Ding Tao shook his head, while all his attention was looking forward to the next words from Gu Tong Dang.

―Hmm.., you must have known that the sword is very valuable, so even in very bad circumstances the sword is still you hold tightly. Perhaps while fighting Wang Chen Jin, you found that your white steel sword could easily be cut into pieces by that sword.‖ermark

―Nah Ding Tao, now listen carefully to what I will say about the sword. If I am not mistaken, the sword that is now in you is the Whispering Wind Sword, belonging to the late famous swordsman Jin Yong who is often also nicknamed the Sword King of Emei.‖ermark

Hearing that Ding Tao's eyes widened, who had never heard of Jin Yong's great name, who had never heard of his lost sword story was not necessarily a jungle when the swordsman died.

About 12 years ago the great swordsman was poisoned to death and his sword was not found on his corpse.

Since then there have been several swordsmen who are rumored to have managed to have the heirloom sword, but their lives are not long.

In less than 10 years, I don't know how many warriors have left the mortal world to fight over the heirloom sword, until a few years ago when the sword had completely vanished without any news.

Who would have thought, apparently the sword had already fallen into the hands of the Wang family.

Gu Tong Dang wisely let Ding Tao digest the reality he had just heard. A few moments later he continued, though,

―In my opinion, Wang Dou somehow got the sword. However he was clever enough to realize his weakness and keep the sword without using it.‖ermark

―Seeing the wooden handle of the sword, I think he must have hidden the sword into a wooden stick.

Because in its original form, the handle of the sword is made of the same iron as the blade.‖ermark

While contemplating the bowl in his hand, Ding Tao continued Gu Tong Dang's words, half whispering, half whispering,

―And Wang Chen Jin who was so vengeful to me, borrowed his father's sword secretly.‖ermark

―Yes, I think that's what happened. Wang Dou who had been patient for many years kept without even using the sword, would certainly not lend it to his son just for revenge. That person had great ambition, if he had not managed to convince his swordsmanship, he would not have raised the sword.‖ermark

Patiently Gu Tong Dang stopped his explanation, and he observed Ding Tao's face. Ding Tao who was pondering Gu Tong Dang's words suddenly paled his face. His hands trembled until a few drops of chicken broth splashed onto his bed.

Gu Tong Dang who saw that, closed his eyes and sighed.