The following morning, little Donghai Lin rode the gray mule sitting in an upright posture and he did nothing like watching the mule's locomotion. Instead, there was a bamboo flute in his hands. Even though it seemed like a simple bamboo flute, it was not. As this flute was one of the prized possessions he collected from 3rd Yama.
Yesterday, Donghai Lin refined the weapon by making a blood ritual with the bamboo flute. After that, he found a very important ability of the bamboo flute, which was that he could control the weight of the flute according to his whim. Which turned out very useful for his upcoming training for Immortal Han Xiangzi, the flute immortal who tackled his enemies with his powerful wrists attacks.
Hence, today little Donghai Lin was blowing his bamboo flute and holding it in his hands while making it, 1000 kg weights.
Boo! Blah! Boo! Peep-poh!
Almost everyone came out of their places leaving what they were doing when they heard a sharp unharmonious flat tone of the flute.
"Who is this amateur playing music early this morning?" Donghai Lin's 2nd uncle yelled as it destroyed his meditation in comprehending his cultivation technique. And then, he bolted out of his chamber intending to teach that fellow a good intention.
But, when he saw who was the culprit for disturbing his meditation, the 2nd uncle made a wry smile as he heaved a long sigh.
Everyone was looking at the little boy who was playing the flute while riding on a mule's back.
From atop the pagoda, Daoist Chu Yin said, "You should do something about this. Look at your people's faces. They didn't even have the courage to stop him."
"Hmph!" Patriarch Lin Ren snorted, and he further added, "Alright, I'll invite master Fan Yao to teach some flute lessons."
Just like that, an old-looking-aged man with white hair and a long white beard came to the Lin Manor in the evening. He was Master Fan Yao that Patriarch Lin Ren invited through a magic voice transmission channel.
Just after he was inside the compound of the Lin Manor, it bombarded his ears with the cacophony of deafening flute sounds.
"Ugh! This must be my future disciple." Master Fan Yao said in a depressing tone.
Then he walked in the sound's direction and saw the little Donghai Lin sitting over the mule's back and playing the bamboo flute.
He scuttled forward, blocked the mule's path, and said with a kind smile on his face: "Young man, you must be Lin Donghai, right?"
Donghai Lin clasped his hands and replied, politely: "Good day, sir! Do you need something to talk about with me?"
"Why don't you come down first? And we talk about that." Master Fan Yao suggested.
Donghai Lin jumped down on the ground.
Just after that, Master Fan Yao approached him, snatched the bamboo flute away from Donghai Lin's hands, and at that very moment, he yelled, "Holly molly! What's with this weight?!"
The flute almost fell out of Master Fan Yao's hands, but he used his Qi quickly and could finally carry the 1,000 kg weight.
Then he glanced at the three-year-old boy with his mesmerizing eyes and thought in his head, 'Able to hold this weight while not giving any pressure to this ordinary mule. Hmm, this little boy is not ordinary at all. Now, I understand why Patriarch Lin spent so much of his wealth hiring me to teach this little fella…. And it's my luck to be his teacher.'
Soon after, he started playing the bamboo flute, and beautiful notes drifted throughout the surroundings.
Even Donghai Lin thought in his head, 'Hmm, this old man knows how to play the flute. Maybe I should learn a thing or two from him. '
After a few minutes, the musical notes ended, and the old man passed the bamboo flute to Donghai Lin and said, "Now, let me introduce myself. I'm Master Fan Yao, your music teacher. Alright, Lin Donghai, from today onward, I'm guiding you regarding playing your flute."
Then the next day, Donghai Lin began learning the flute from him. He was a fast learner and even learned everything within three days, which amazed Master Fan Yao.
"Lad, I have taught you everything I know about how to play the flute, and now I'll teach you some techniques that use the flute as a weapon." Master Fan Yao said as he stood up and flung his robe in the air.
"Ah, about that." Donghai Lin said, scratching his head showing his hesitation to continue his word as there was a forceful smile on his face.
"Dong Er, there is no need to hesitate. Just shot it out!" Master Fan Yao said as he waved his hand, holding a bamboo flute.
"Master Fan Yao, it's my luck to learn the art of playing the flute under your tutelage. But, I've already had my own martial art style while using a flute. So, I think I have to decline this time with all due respect." Donghai Lin responded courteously.
"Hmm, then why don't we have a duel instead? You show me your technique while I'll use mine." Master Fan Yao suggested.
"Okay, then please give this junior some pointers." Donghai Lin said, and he jumped up to his feet and approached him.
He then cupped his fist and gave a slight bow.
"Well, let's begin. Hai-yah!" Master Fan Yao said. Then he made beautiful hand gestures and beckoned to Donghai Lin.
Contrary to his thought, Donghai Lin didn't even use his bamboo flute.
"Where is your flute?" Master Fan Yao asked in order to summon it for the battle.
"There is no need. My flute is only for practice. While fighting, my fighting style doesn't need it. Alright, I'm coming at you, Master Fan Yao!" Donghai Lin responded and walked casually toward him.
"Since you're leaving a lot of openings, then I'll teach you how to block those weak spots." Master Fan Yao said in a teaching way and poked at Donghai, aiming for his stomach...(*please stay tuned and let's see how our little Donghai Lin counter-attacks in the next chapter…..!!!!)