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

Chapter 88 Huang Rong, Her Fair Wrists Like Frost and Snow

"What are you looking at?"

"Look how good you are."

"call!"

Huang Rong curled her lip, thinking to herself that she was different; she would not be fooled by this fellow's sweet talk.

My heart was pounding.

Yin Zhiping asked, "Why did you come to Jiaxing?"

"What, are you the only one who can come here?"

Huang Rong crossed her arms over her chest, making her already large breasts appear even more magnificent.

Yin Zhiping was secretly astonished, thinking to himself that this was only the early stage of Huang Rong, and how terrifying Huang Rong must be at her peak.

It seems she had taken special precautions when she was a beggar, and no one noticed it back then.

[Pleasantly eyeing others is strongly condemned!]

Yin Zhiping chuckled to himself. With such beautiful scenery right in front of him, how could he not appreciate it?

Isn't that a waste of resources?

He said, "This is a beautiful place with clear waters and lush mountains. Of course, anyone can come here. But I just arrived and you arrived right after me. It's hard not to think that you're following me."

"Hey!" Huang Rong glared at her and said, "You're getting way too cocky! Who would want to follow you? This is ridiculous!"

She rolled her eyes at Yin Zhiping and walked on her own, leaving a trail of fragrance as she passed by him.

Yin Zhiping felt only the refreshing and delicate beauty of the Jiangnan girl, and saw her gentle smile, which was incomparably beautiful.

What is she so smug about?

Do you think I called her over?

What a joke.

His main tactic for picking up girls was to play hard to get, especially with proud and arrogant girls like Huang Rong.

Yin Zhiping ignored him and headed towards the money exchange ahead, intending to withdraw some silver.

Over the past two weeks, my skills have steadily improved, and I've also been enjoying my time traveling and sightseeing.

After the battle in Shaoxing, his reputation spread far and wide, and even the Five Greats were no match for him. No one, big or small, in the martial arts world bothered him anymore.

You could say they were free and unrestrained.

In addition, he also discovered that there is no limit to skill level, and the more he cultivated, the more insignificant he felt.

You're never too old to learn.

Yin Zhiping sighed repeatedly.

After receiving the money, he planned to buy a house in the scenic Jiaxing and settle down to await the start of the journey of the gods.

Not long after, he smelled that faint, refreshing fragrance again, like peach blossoms in front of him, soothing and delightful.

A cunning little deer was chasing after him.

Yin Zhiping turned around and saw Huang Rong, dressed in white, passing by in the wind and hiding in the alleyway. He couldn't help but laugh and continued walking forward.

In the alley, Huang Rong clenched her fist.

Her large, dark eyes were very expressive, with long eyelashes and delicate eyebrows. She glared angrily at Yin Zhiping.

"You jerk, you just left like that? We know each other, you know! If you'd called me back, would I have just walked away?"

Huang Rong thought to herself that she had changed into her best white dress, but this guy didn't even glance at her.

Damn it!

She gritted her teeth, her dark eyebrows furrowed together.

What should we do now? We can't just shamelessly chase after them, that would be too undignified.

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"I heard my father say he wanted to trade some kind of divine martial arts manual with him? Once in Nanyang, once in Shaoxing."

Why not use this as an excuse?

Huang Rong's bright eyes darted around, and a plan had already formed in her mind.

Actually, she was also hiding in the crowd and watching secretly that night on the streets of Shaoxing.

Yin Zhiping displayed unparalleled skill, instantly defeating three peerless masters: the Northern Beggar, the Southern Emperor, and the Western Poison, leaving everyone in the audience both shocked and terrified.

Nowadays, people in the martial arts world say that he is a deity descended to earth.

She was stunned by what she saw; if her father hadn't been there, she would have cheered.

So when Yin Zhiping and his group left Shaoxing, she secretly followed them, determined to witness the charm of this swordsman in green.

He didn't use his sword that day, by the way—

If he's this powerful even without using his sword, how terrifying must he be when he does?

I was just thinking about it.

Then Yin Zhiping came out of the money shop.

When Huang Rong saw him dressed in a blue cloth robe, with a tall and straight figure, a handsome face, and a long sword at his waist, she couldn't help but be stunned.

This guy is so good-looking!

Then she saw Yin Zhiping looking in her direction. Their eyes met, and she froze, quickly hiding in the alleyway, her breasts heaving.

"Wow! Your cultivation level is so high, does it make you look so intimidating?"

She was glared at, which made her flustered and flustered. Her fair cheeks flushed red, as radiant as the morning sun.

She patted her chest, let out a long breath, and said reproachfully, "No, no, I can't give up."

Just as he was about to get up, a tall figure enveloped him in shadow.

"Ah!" Huang Rong, who was petite, bumped into Yin Zhiping's arms and immediately bounced away.

Yin Zhiping felt something soft squeeze him, and his heart stirred slightly.

"What are you doing!" she glared at, but then she smelled a strange fragrance that made her legs go weak.

Yin Zhiping said, "What are you doing? Sneaking around like that, and you still say you're not following me?"

Huang Rong blushed slightly: "The road to heaven is wide open, everyone goes their own way. I just happened to be passing by!"

Yin Zhiping raised an eyebrow and said, "Really? Then how did you end up in my arms?"

Huang Rong: "<（^）>, it's clearly you who blocked my way, you should apologize."

"Should I apologize?"

"That's right!"

"Ha!" Yin Zhiping chuckled. "If you have something to say, just say it directly. Why bother with all this?"

Huang Rong blinked her bright eyes twice and said, "I—I've come to exchange your divine skills for my father's."

"Oh?" Yin Zhiping asked, "You brought the first volume of the Nine Yin Manual?"

Huang Rong was overjoyed and coaxed, "Of course, the first volume of the Nine Yin Manual is on me."

Yin Zhiping glanced down and saw that the round, bulging area did not contain any books.

"Where are you looking!" Huang Rong snapped angrily. "You really are a lecherous thief!"

Despite this, she didn't feel any aversion to it, which she found strange herself.

Yin Zhiping asked, "Where are the scriptures?"

Huang Rong tapped her forehead: "Here it is! I have a photographic memory, I've memorized it all. If you want it, you can exchange it for my divine skills."

Yin Zhiping said suspiciously, "I don't believe you. Recite a couple of lines for me to hear."

Huang Rong then loudly proclaimed: "Listen carefully! People only know that sitting still and calming the mind is the way to cultivate virtue, but they do not know that those who reach the highest level cultivate both wisdom and meditation, integrating theory and practice, achieving stillness even in motion, and tranquility even in turmoil—"

She stopped reciting after that.

Yin Zhiping was listening intently when Huang Rong's pause surprised and puzzled him.

"Anything else?" he asked hastily.

"Hmph!" Huang Rong tilted her pretty face up and said smugly, "Then why don't you find a good restaurant and invite me to dinner? We can take turns saying witty remarks and exchange our divine skills!"

Yin Zhiping then smiled and said, "Okay!"

He was actually unsure why Huang Yaoshi, who regarded the Nine Yin Manual as his life, would pass it on to his daughter, and why he would pass it on to Huang Rong in exchange for it. Where was he?

But Huang Rong's words just now were truly unbelievable, they were definitely related to the divine skill.

Where did she get it?

It seems Huang Rong stole a few lines from somewhere and used them to trick me?

Without further ado, Yin Zhiping led Huang Rong to a restaurant to sit down, intending to first probe the situation.

Huang Rong sat down, propped her elbow on her hand, and glanced sideways, quite pleased, thinking that her plan had succeeded, her eyes shining with pride.

Her sleeve slipped down, revealing a section of her fair wrist, her skin as white as snow, like white jade.

Yin Zhiping thought to himself, "This must be what they mean by 'frosty white wrists'?"

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