The Whispering Wind Sword

89. Chapter 89's

Seeing the way Wang Xiaho looked at himself Ding Tao so felt bad about to lie, at the same time about to say he won also felt like bragging, finally with a heavy heart he replied simply, " Yeah, you could say so Uncle Wang."

" Hehehe, there's no shame, I know you won the fight, because if that pair of demons had the upper hand, they'd be willing to let you go a second time?", laughing chuckled Wang Xiaho said.

Ding Tao nodded his head while scratching his non-itchy head.

" Well, so much the better, so this old whiz doesn't become inferior. Ugly learning years of infamy is so embarrassing at the hands of the man who defeated a pair of demons that just can not afford.", with satisfaction Wang Xiaho said.

" What uncle does my science think is so high? There are still not leaders from universities such as Kongtong, Kunlun and Hoasan" asked Ding Tao.

" Hmm. I've never seen their greatness. But even if you can't defeat them at least you'll be able to survive their onslaught. I'm sure if you had time to advance to show your abilities in a fight many people will be amazed, considering you are not from a big college and your young age. So you see, your lack of experience is actually an advantage here."

" It may be so but it feels like Siauwtee will not be able to win if the opponent figures like Uncle Wang mentioned", replied Ding Tao hesitantly.

" Not necessarily, although I also have difficulty trying to guard their abilities. But there are other advantages to your lack of experience. Try to think, if you want to occupy that position, but already sure can not win in the struggle, who will you support? A slippery, experienced and powerful man. Or an innocent young man, inexperienced and insignificant supporter?", Wang Xiaho's eyes twitched, as if asking, well what did I say.

Ding Tao's face reddened somewhat irritatedly he replied, "Uncle Wang, rather than me being just a Wulin Mengzhu puppet, I better not be Wulin Mengzhu all of you."

" Hoo, wait a minute young man, don't rush into anger. Just think, once that position is in your hands, do you want to be a puppet or not, isn't that up to you? What is important here is your determination and thoroughness. Hmm... how?", replied the old whiz with a dikulum smile.

Hearing that answer, Ding Tao realized that he was too quick to judge people, "I'm sorry uncle, it didn't happen that way."

" So what do you think?", asked Wang Xiaho.

Getting the question, Ding Tao thought for a very long time.

The problem was not a small one, being Wulin

Mengzhu certainly helped herself to complete the task of Gu Tong Dang. Help him if he wants to demand justice for the Huang family. Remembering the Huang family, his heart ached, his mind drifting on the fate of Huang Ying Ying and Huang Ren Fu, the rest of Huang Jin's family, as well as his friends. Departure

Wulin Mengzhu, it would obviously provide many uses for him. But at the same time, a great responsibility awaits.

For the task given by Gu Tong Dang alone, Ding Tao did not feel confident that he could fulfill it or not. Especially to become Wulin Mengzhu. Slowly the young man shook his head, "I'm sorry Uncle Wang, I honestly feel unworthy of that trust.

What if I make a mistake? What if I make the wrong decision and so many people suffer?"

" Ding Tao, people like me and Master Chen, are just anchovies in this vast Wulin world. But we have often seen, the behavior of those who are at the top. Don't think of a subtle word as a sign of a virtuous person. Not least, they reached the top, with a cruel heart, a slippery brain and bloodied hands."

In silence Ding Tao imagined Tiong Fa and his cunning. Recalling his own deeds while using a stratagem to pit Fu Tsun, Xiang Long and a pair of Jade-faced Demons. Remembering the sorrow that emanated from the glare of the eyes of a cruel demon.

The massacre of the Huang family he had just heard.Yes the martial world was filled with blood, grudges, abominations and hatred.

" You who are still clean, bring hope to all of us. Maybe your arrival can bring a little fresh air in this increasingly crowded martial world. I won't force you anymore but I hope you consider my words carefully" Wang Xiaho said.

" I understand uncle.", replied Ding Tao in a soft voice.

Almost all night they rode, before the new dawn the two rested for a while, before returning to continue the journey. There was no mention of the matter of Wulin Mengzhu or the massacre of the Huang family. But those thoughts still hung in the minds of the two.

Ding Tao was also an ordinary human being, hearing Wang Xiaho's praises of course his heart felt pride. But the shadow of responsibility and hope so great that it was about to be put on his shoulders, made this young man tremble. Coupled with his way of thinking that tends to weigh too much. When he began to make the decision to accept Wang Xiaho's offer, then the question arose, did he really sincerely accept that responsibility? Or did he take it for personal gain?

When he refused, he asked the young man in his heart. Was it indeed by his humility, was it an honest consideration? Or does he just want to run away from responsibility?

Wang Xiaho who understood that the young man was trying to ponder his words, did not dare to disturb Ding Tao. Let him just shut up and think. In his heart Wang Xiaho prayed, that the young man would accept his offer. It was also imagined, how proud that Ding Tao managed to become Wulin Mengzhu and he would be known as the person who pioneered the formation of the Ding Tao support line. But the old man immediately cursed himself in the heart and threw the thought away.

They had only rested for about a drink of tea, the sun was still just rising when they began the journey again. After resting for a moment, Ding Tao felt his body was much fresher. Unlike Wang Xiaho who had started to age, his butt was still sore after a night of relentless horse riding.

Ding Tao, who realized this, invited Wang Xiaho to walk slowly. In addition to saving their horsepower, he also wanted to give Wang Xiaho a chance to relax his legs.

Not long after they had walked, they saw dust billowing ahead and heard the sound of horse legs. It was still so early, who had started the journey so early? This road is far from the city or village, if the horsemen in front have passed this road at this early time, it means they have departed since the sun has not yet risen.

Like promising each other, without words, the two pulled over. Wang Xiaho shifted the position of his machete hanging on the waist, so that he could easily pull it if needed. Ding Tao stood still doing no preparation, but his eyes were sharply staring at the approaching horsemen, his ears paying the best attention to the sound of the horse racing in front.

" Two people" said Ding Tao.

Wang Xiaho also sharpened his eyes, but the horseman was not yet seen, then noticed the sound of horse racing well and finally he nodded in agreement.

" Hm. Two horses", he answered briefly.

Not too long later what they were looking forward to appeared also in their line of sight. Wang Xiaho was old, his eyes were not as sharp as Ding Tao, but he felt that he had recognized the two horsemen. His count took a while until the two horsemen got closer, when he was convinced of the identity of the two, a smile appeared on his lips.