The Whispering Wind Sword

65. Chapter 65's

Faced with Murong Yun Hua's sudden attitude, Ding Tao became excited. Not only Ding Tao, Murong Yun Hua's shocking attitude also attracted the attention of those at work. They all stood stunned, not knowing what to do. What had the young man done until Murong Yun Hua was acting strangely?

Slowly Murong Yun Hua's consciousness returned, his grip on Ding Tao's sleeves being released, he saw the young man's face.

―Sister Ding, forgive my attitude just now. But really did you have the Whispering Wind Sword and even though it wasn't on you at the moment, but do you know where it is at the moment?‖ermark

―Yes, that's right, at least I think I know where to look and reclaim that sword. But before that, I must be able to heal first the deep wounds I suffered, replied Ding Tao,

looking at Murong Yun Hua's face, the young man was worried that Murong Yun Hua was again hysterical.

―There's something about my family you don't know yet. If Brother Ding doesn't mind, will you listen to a little of my story? We can find a shady place to talk for a moment, Murong Yun Hua asked, looking at his eyes fixed on a shack under a shady tree, there were several large pieces of stone laid out and laid out as seating.

―Alright, let's say, said Ding Tao with heart began to be interested.

After they reached their intended place, Murong Yun Hua did not immediately tell a story. Ding Tao waited patiently, though inwardly wanting to hear the girl's story immediately.

―Sister Ding, do you know who made the Whispering Wind Sword?‖, that, Murong Yun Hua asked, opening the conversation.

The question was only answered with a head, as the answer was bound to follow soon. There was also a guess in Ding Tao's mind, recalling the wooden sword, a replica of the Whispering Wind Sword that was in the Murong family's training room. But he did not want to say his guess, waiting for Murong Yun Hua to give a definite answer.

Murong Yun Hua let out a long sigh, as if releasing a burden on the heart, before then answering,

―My father made Whispering Wind Sword, it is not known by many people in the martial world.‖ermark

Ding Tao nodded slowly, ―Ah, miss father must be a master at sword making.‖ermark

―Not only in terms of making swords, my father was an adept at many things, his favorite was to experiment with whatever was held by his hands. He studied every book he could get. The Whispering Wind Sword was only one of the many results of his hand work.

Then Brother Ding, do you know who is the wife of Swordsman Jin Yong, the first owner of the Whispering Wind Sword?‖ermark

Once again Ding Tao shook his head, although in his mind he started to second-guess. Is Pendekar Jin Yong still tied to family relations with the Murong family? Is Murong Yun Hua a wife

Swordsman Jin Yong? Ah, there is no way, Murong Yun Hua is still so young, whereas about 12 years ago, Swordsman Jin Yong was already in his 20s.

Long enough before Murong Yun Hua answered his own question in a soft voice, ―I am the wife of Swordsman Jin Yong…‖

Although the guess had passed through his mind, Ding Tao was not surprised and muttered involuntarily,

―Ah, but that's impossible…‖

Raising the eyebrows of Murong Yun Hua's head asked, ―Why is it impossible?‖ermark

Asked that, Ding Tao blushed, though,

―Ehm, I mean, age... miss.. uh madam, I thought she was younger than me.‖ermark

Hearing Ding Tao's reply Murong Yun Hua's face that had seemed gloomy so radiant, while holding back a laugh he asked, asking,

―Oh, what is the age of Brother Ding now?

―Umurku... my age this year even 20 years.yela, replied Ding Tao held in shame, somehow talking about the age of Murong Yun Hua made him feel embarrassed.

While Murong Yun Hua blushed, ―My life this year is 28 years old, I married Swordsman Jin Yong since I was 15 years old. Brother Ding... Or should I call you Brother Ding?‖ermark

―Eh.. yes, I really think, miss, madam, still in my 19s or 20s, right, I'm not lying. Forgive me for being so disrespectful said Ding Tao, who was already acting like a friend, without knowing that Murong Yun Hua was much older than him.

Sighing sadly Murong Yun Hua replied, ―Adik Ding... ah. actually I actually feel happy with your attitude all along. But let me call you Brother Ding but instead you call me sister, don't miss, can you?‖ermark

―Oh, sure.. but that's if miss, don't mind.‖ermark

Murong Yun Hua's face became bright again, miraculously it was so easy for the look on one's face to change in one conversation,

Do I really look so young?‖ermark

Seeing Murong Yun Hua become excited, Ding Tao's heart was comforted,

―Yes, that is really the real thing, all this time I thought Big Brother Yun Hua was no older than my age. Uh, then how old is Miss Huolin?‖ermark

―Huolin's Little Boy? Well, well, why ask? Are you interested in him?‖, teased Murong Yun Hua whose heart was happy.

―Not so, only, I guess his age is not much different from my age, but who knows you are wrong again, replied Ding Tao quickly.

―Hmmm, I don't know what to say to you or not Murong Yun Hua replied with a teasing look.

―Eh, it is not said to be okay, replied Ding Tao quickly.

Smiling Murong Yun Hua quelled his temptation,

―Huolin's sister, this year is exactly 17.‖ermark

But her smile quickly disappeared, counting Murong Huolin, the girl remembered the gloomy times for the Murong family, she sadly said,

―The love of Huolin's sister, her parents father left her at a very young age.‖ermark

―Sister, if I may ask, does what the lady wants to talk about have anything to do with..., with the death..Sister Yun Hua's husband?‖, ding Tao asked carefully.

Murong Yun Hua's face was indeed sad but there was also firmness there, too,

―Yes, 12 years ago, in an attempt to snatch the Whispering Wind Sword, some masked men had attacked our family, after they had previously sucked poison into our food supply.‖ermark

―Ah, so it is true that the rumor that said Swordsman Jin Yong died from being poisoned…‖

―Not really, it is more appropriate if it is said to die in the fight, it's just that before their bodies became weak due to the poison.resembling pain and curiosity on Murong Yun Hua's face.

―But, I never heard of the elder sister's family, Ding Tao said rather reluctantly.

―Yes, my father didn't want a big name in the martial world. He prefers to be alone with his favorite books. Almost no one knows anything about our family.‖ermark

―Does Big Brother Yun Hua know the identity of the masked assailant? Or at least have you investigated it?‖ermark

Murong Yun Hua shook his head slowly, ―No, before dying, I told him to forget about revenge. The masked people certainly have a name in the martial world. Big brother Jin Yong with the Whispering Wind Sword in hand was not an easy figure to deal with, despite his less than excellent condition. So did father and mother and uncles and aunts.‖ermark

―Dad brother can make a sword like Whispering Wind Sword, certainly a very intelligent person. If learning silat certainly reaches a high level. The masked people were certainly not random people, sighed Ding Tao who was imagining the events of that day.

Pensively pensively the two of them, then Murong Yun Hua shook his head slowly,

―Oh yeah, I thought so too. But the fact is that despite being intelligent, I learned too much about everything, eventually there was no particular focus on learning something. Although his knowledge was broad, in a real fight, that day, perhaps only Big Brother Jin Yong really needed to be taken into account.‖ermark

Ding Tao was silently pensive, some things he still did not know from the Murong family, he already knew today. But why did Murong Yun Hua just tell him about it now?

It certainly had something to do with him and the Whispering Wind Sword, because before he told me about his duty and his relationship with the sword, Murong Yun Hua still kept the matter tight.

―Sister Ding, father did forbid us to seek enemies and take revenge, but father also gave us the duty to get back the Sword as much as possible

Whispering Wind. In the wrong hands, the sword became a dangerous sword. Father did not want, his creation left a dark stain in this world.

―Ahh.., uncle is very wise.‖,erm, irm

thinking for a moment the young man continued,

―Sister Yun Hua, if that problem is what you want to talk about. Don't worry, as soon as I get the sword back, I'll give the sword back to my sister's family.