All Heavens: Yin Zhiping, a Demon with a Daoist Heart!

Then Han Xiaoying sang sweetly: "Deep love in the misty rain~ How many pavilions are shrouded in mist and rain~~"

The singing was melodious, and the music was gentle.

Yin Zhiping smiled with satisfaction, feeling that his life in the martial arts world had finally become more interesting.

This life is nothing more than practicing divine skills, drinking fine wine, seducing beautiful women, and roaming the martial world freely.

Seeing Han Xiaoying playing the piano and singing shyly, he couldn't help but enjoy it and couldn't extricate himself.

Outside the tent, the rain poured down, while inside, the candlelight flickered, and beautiful women kept him company, making him feel quite at ease.

"I've been waiting and waiting, but the wild geese are nowhere to be found in this vast world."

The song ended.

Han Xiaoying was greatly surprised and exclaimed with delight, "It really sounds great! And it uses many allusions, it's really excellent!"

"Allusion?"

"Yes, look, this line is from Du Fanchuan's 'Spring in Jiangnan,' this line is from Du Shaoling's 'New Year's Day to Zongwu'... and this line..."

Yin Zhiping suddenly realized that he really didn't know there were so many twists and turns in the song.

Although he was unaware of it, Han Xiaoying, who had been well-versed in literature since childhood, knew it clearly. Seeing her bright eyes, he was quite pleased.

Wenzhao Gong?

Yin Zhiping had actually thought about this before, but while he remembered some of the well-known poems, he couldn't remember all the famous novels. He didn't know how those time-traveling predecessors were able to memorize several books before time-traveling.

However... judging from Han Xiaoying's comments on this song, it seems that they are not opposed to things from the future, and may even like them.

Why not start writing your own ideas and create some short stories to sell?

A domineering swordsman falls in love with me?

Although the Song Dynasty was in a state of partial peace, its people were wealthy, and selling novels could generate substantial income.

You can't survive in this world without money.

Yin Zhiping didn't listen to Han Xiaoying's explanation of the scriptures at all.

Han Xiaoying, however, examined the pages with obvious delight, saying, "And this line is from Su Shi's poem, 'It seems there are no wild geese not returning home!'"

"Wonderful, Zhiping! I never imagined you were so knowledgeable. You were able to compose music and write songs in such a short time, and your use of allusions was so apt."

Yin Zhiping waved his hand and said, "This is not something I came up with; it's a folk song from my hometown."

Han Xiaoying smiled and said, "Don't lie to me. I'm familiar with all the tunes from all over the Song Dynasty. There's no such thing as this. You clearly made it up for me on the spot."

"Uh..." Yin Zhiping didn't know what to say.

Looking into Han Xiaoying's pair of watery almond eyes, one feels only gentle warmth, brightness, and clarity. Her eyes are constantly sparkling, and one doesn't know what she's thinking, yet she seems completely innocent.

Han Xiaoying's heart was pounding. Every time she met Yin Zhiping's gaze, she felt like she was about to fall for him. She thought to herself that this boy was handsome and looked at people with such affection. It was really embarrassing.

"Sleep... go to sleep." Han Xiaoying felt a little dry-mouthed, and her ears and neck were burning.

"Okay!" Yin Zhiping took off his coat and went to sleep.

Han Xiaoying covered him with a blanket and tucked the corners in. Yin Zhiping smiled and didn't say anything more, just closed his eyes and went to sleep.

The time is not yet ripe.

He had played fun games in his past life. There is a big difference between 99% favorability and 100% favorability. If you are too hasty, you will only get slapped and the game will end.

Yin Zhiping dared not underestimate the chastity of women in ancient times, so he went to sleep, waiting for the tug-of-war to continue. With each pull, there would eventually be an in-and-out.

Han Xiaoying was unaware of Yin Zhiping's thoughts. She was about to go to sleep when she saw his tattered Taoist robe.

"He even tore his clothes to fix my violin, sigh..."

She felt a warm feeling flowing through her heart. The time spent together tonight swept away the bitterness of the past sixteen years in the desert, and she felt that life had become vibrant again.

Han Xiaoying thought for a moment, folded the pages containing the lyrics and music and put them in her bosom. She then took Yin Zhiping's clothes, cut some blue cloth, and carefully sewed them up under the dim light.

Until dawn.

Yin Zhiping woke up, stretched, and turned his head to be surprised to see Han Xiaoying slumped over the table.

"Huh?"

He got up to look and realized that Han Xiaoying was sewing clothes for him. Examining the robe, he noticed that the hem was a darker color than the upper body, yet he couldn't see any stitches.

Yin Zhiping was speechless.

Then I saw Han Xiaoying, who was holding a needle in one hand, sleeping with her head on her arm, with a few glistening drops of saliva dripping from the table.

Yin Zhiping went to help her up, but Han Xiaoying dazedly fell into his arms and slowly woke up.

Eyes facing each other.

"Um?"

With a "smack," Han Xiaoying slapped Yin Zhiping on the chest and rolled over.

"What are you doing?"

Yin Zhiping said, "Let me help you rest, senior..."

"No need, you...you can leave."

Although Han Xiaoying kept a straight face, her heart trembled, and two blushes appeared on her radiant cheeks.

He then noticed saliva on his face, wiped it off, and looked even more embarrassed.

"it is good."

Yin Zhiping got dressed and went out, thinking to himself that he was lucky to have been rational last night, otherwise all his efforts would have been in vain.

Han Xiaoying finally breathed a sigh of relief, but her legs gave way and she collapsed onto the felt, feeling dizzy.

When she was eighteen, Zhang Asheng confessed his feelings to her before he died. After that, she vowed never to marry again and remained chaste for many years.

Today, when Yin Zhiping hugged her, she felt an involuntary joy in her heart. It was a feeling she had never experienced before. She felt as if a million feathers were tickling her, making her whole body feel numb and unbearable.

She knew that Yin Zhiping had no ulterior motives; he was just annoyed with himself.

"How could I be such a shameless woman..." she cursed herself incessantly.

After a while...

Han Xiaoying finished getting ready and went out. She mounted her horse and said apologetically to Yin Zhiping, "Are you alright? Did I hurt you when I slapped you?"

Yin Zhiping said, "It's alright, it was my rudeness..."

"No!" Han Xiaoying interrupted, "It's none of your business."

He thought to himself, "I let him stay the night, and he sang and played the piano for me. How can I blame him?"

He spurred his horse and galloped away, not looking back, letting the fierce wind scatter his thoughts.

Yin Zhiping raised an eyebrow and followed after them.

When they arrived at the destination, it was already early. It took a while for the other five monsters and Guo Jing to arrive.

Ke Zhen'e then asked, "How was it? Was yesterday peaceful? Did Mei Chaofeng come looking for you?"

Han Xiaoying said, "No, they were probably scared away long ago when they heard of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen's reputation."

Ke Zhen'e slammed his cane down and said, "What a pity! But we're not afraid. After the gathering in Jiangnan, we'll go find Mei Chaofeng and settle things!"

Although he was not afraid of Mei Chaofeng, he was afraid of her master Huang Yaoshi. If he attracted that fellow, they would surely die and would not be able to fulfill their agreement with Qiu Chuji to go to Jiangnan.

Once he has taught Guo Jing martial arts and defeated Yang Kang, he will risk his life to avenge his fifth brother.

Without saying anything more, he continued to teach Guo Jing martial arts.

The rain has stopped and the sky is clear and the weather is pleasant.

As the spring breeze blew, Liu Guai and Yin Zhiping focused on their training, unaware of the passage of time.

As evening approached, the rosy glow of the sunset illuminated the area, but they still did not rest.

Just then.

A horse galloped towards them from the edge of the grassland, and as it drew closer, it became clear that it was a young girl.

The girl called out, "Taoist brother! Taoist brother!"

Yin Zhiping realized that it was Hua Zheng who had arrived.

Hua Zheng ran up to her, her cheeks and nose already red from the wind. The girl was lovely and fair, but she was a little sulky.

She dismounted and said, "Brother Taoist priest, you promised to come see me, but I haven't seen you for a whole month!"