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

Yin Zhiping stood up and said, "I'll go find Brother Guo."

He was about to leave when he said that.

Han Xiaoying said, "With such heavy rain, you'll definitely catch a cold if you go over there."

Yin Zhiping laughed and said, "It's alright. A man's bottom is like a ball of fire, what's there to be afraid of?"

Han Xiaoying smiled and said, "Forget it, you can stay here with me. It's pouring rain tonight, and I'm afraid Mei Chaofeng might ambush you."

Yin Zhiping paused for a moment and said, "I'm afraid it will damage your reputation, senior."

"Pah!" Han Xiaoying spat lightly, "Why didn't you say that during the day? You were sleeping soundly. Come on in, what do I, an old woman, have to worry about damaging my reputation?"

Yin Zhiping smiled and sat back down on the felt: "Senior is not an old woman. I already told you you are a middle-aged woman."

"How dare you talk nonsense!" Han Xiaoying blushed and said, "Just now you said you were afraid it would damage my reputation, how come you're saying such irrelevant things now?"

She thought to herself that this child was good in every way, except that he had no sense of propriety when it came to his words.

Yin Zhiping chuckled, seeing that Han Xiaoying was only cursing verbally but not angry, and he smiled inwardly.

He figured that after a month together, Han Xiaoying must have had some feelings for him, if not liking him. Otherwise, she would have kicked him out long ago. Why would she keep him?

Seeing that Han Xiaoying was plump and pretty, with a girlish smile and a quirky demeanor, and that two rabbits seemed to tumble around her clothes as she walked, sat, or lay down, he couldn't help but feel a slight stirring in his heart.

One pull and one tug.

One in and one out.

A woman's heart is always easy to win.

[Lustful thoughts are strongly condemned!]

Go ahead and condemn it. If you watch it, you're a beast; if you don't watch it, you're even worse than a beast.

I thought about it.

Yin Zhiping couldn't help but feel sorry that such a beautiful woman was ultimately trapped in the Feng family tomb on Peach Blossom Island, where she committed suicide and died tragically.

Sadly.

The Six Heroes of Jiangnan taught him martial arts, and Yin Zhiping naturally couldn't stand by and watch them die. Two years later, when they met again in Jiangnan, he was determined to change their tragic fate.

Seeing Yin Zhiping deep in thought, Han Xiaoying asked, "What are you thinking about? Why don't you get some rest?"

She thought to herself that Yin Zhiping was a gentleman and would never harbor ill intentions towards her.

Even if he did... he couldn't beat her, so we just let him rest here.

Hmm, it shouldn't be a big problem, after all, he's a junior... it won't be a problem if word gets out.

Yin Zhiping said, "I wasn't thinking about anything, I just wasn't sleepy yet."

The two looked at each other in silence, the atmosphere somewhat awkward. Han Xiaoying tugged at the hem of her clothes and caught a glimpse of a dusty bundle in the corner.

Her eyes lit up as she recalled the past. She got up and opened the bundle; inside was a zither.

The zither was old, and the strings were broken. Han Xiaoying's delicate nose twitched slightly, and her eyes reddened.

The zither is old.

People have grown old.

Yin Zhiping got up to look at it, wiped the dust off the zither, and asked, "Senior, you can play the zither?"

Han Xiaoying said, "I used to love playing the zither when I was in Jiangnan, but after more than ten years of desert winds and frosts, I haven't touched it again. I never thought the strings would break and I could no longer play it."

Yin Zhiping smiled and said, "Let me give it a try."

"Can you repair pianos?"

"I know a little, but not much... Do you have any silk?"

"silk?"

Han Xiaoying thought for a moment, then took out a pretty dress from the wardrobe, which she had originally planned to wear when she returned to Jiangnan.

"Will this work? Cut off a piece and use it for the silk."

Yin Zhiping said, "It's such a beautiful dress, it would be a waste to cut it. Use mine."

As he spoke, he drew his sword and cut off a section of the hem of his Taoist robe to retrieve the silk thread.

Han Xiaoying exclaimed "Eh!" in surprise, thinking to herself, "This silly boy, why is he in such a hurry? He's ruined a nice dress for no reason."

Yin Zhiping took the silk thread, wrapped it, stretched it, and twisted it to make several strings for the zither.

"Use these. They're not as good as the best strings, but they'll do."

When I looked again, Han Xiaoying was already on the verge of tears for some reason. Her nose was red and her cheeks were flushed, making her look quite beautiful.

The woman from the Jiangnan water towns was gentle and charming. She glanced at Yin Zhiping with her almond-shaped eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and then she looked away.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Han Xiaoying took the silk thread and replaced it with the zither, then tuned it. Sure enough, it sounded like the tinkling of a spring, which was extremely pleasant to hear.

She stopped crying and started laughing, feeling as if the zither and she herself had come alive.

A gentle touch on the strings produces melodious sounds, and the world seems to quiet down, as if even the rain outside has lessened.

Yin Zhiping was secretly delighted. He never expected to be able to hear someone playing the zither in the desert. It was truly a pleasure.

[Do one good deed a day; that's the spirit of a hero!]

[Reward: Charm +1!]

Yay! I can get points for helping fix the piano...wait, what?

Get out!

Yin Zhiping gritted his teeth, thinking to himself that this system was really ruining the atmosphere and spoiling his mood.

[Congratulations, host! Your charm value has reached 100!]

[Charm: 100 (A face as handsome as jade, a body exuding a unique fragrance, and captivating eyes)!]

Roll, roll, roll!

Yin Zhiping ignored him and listened to Han Xiaoying playing the piano.

Then I heard her voice, like a sparrow's, slowly begin to sing.

"The fragrance of lotus fades, the jade mat grows cool in autumn; I lightly loosen my silk robe; alone I board the orchid boat."

Yin Zhiping's eyes lit up. He had never expected Han Xiaoying's singing to be so beautiful, and he listened carefully.

Han Xiaoying sang the lyrics with such poignant sorrow, singing all the way up to "just as the frown left my brow, it rose again in my heart."

After the song ended, Yin Zhiping suddenly came to his senses, deeply moved by the performance.

He exclaimed with delight, "These are lyrics by Li Qingzhao! I never imagined the senior could also sing them, and sing them so beautifully!"

Han Xiaoying smiled and said, "You even know Li Qingzhao's poems."

Yin Zhiping said, "I was beaten by my teacher when I was a child and had to memorize some of these lyrics... How could you sing these lyrics, senior? It seems you really miss home."

He had only thought Han Xiaoying was a chivalrous woman of the martial arts world, with a strong and unyielding personality, but it turned out she had this other skill as well. The lyrics she sang were also extremely melancholic, which was more like the style of a woman from Jiangnan.

Han Xiaoying said, "I don't know many songs, and I haven't sung much in recent years. They don't sound good, so please don't laugh at me."

"How could that be!" Yin Zhiping laughed, "It sounds wonderful!"

Han Xiaoying chuckled after receiving the praise and asked, "You can repair pianos, so you must be able to play them, right?"

Yin Zhiping said, "I can play it, but not this kind of instrument."

"Is that a zither?"

"No, it's a different kind of zither from my hometown. The zithers and songs there are different from those of the Song Dynasty."

Han Xiaoying said, "Stop bragging. You were born and raised in the Song Dynasty, how could your playing the zither and singing be different?"

Yin Zhiping laughed and said, "That's hard to explain. How about I write you a song? You can take a look and sing it, and then you'll know."

"Great!" Han Xiaoying thought to herself that this child could even write songs, so she took out paper and pen and gave them to him.

So Yin Zhiping wrote a song in a very detailed and easy way, following the five-tone scale, and added lyrics for "Deep Love in the Rain". He had heard this song so many times in his previous life that he was tired of it, so writing it was not difficult for him. It was also a style that middle-aged and elderly people liked, so he thought Han Xiaoying would like it too.

After finishing writing, I looked up and exclaimed, "All done!"

But when Han Xiaoying met his deep eyes, her heart fluttered and her hands went limp. She wondered what was wrong with her.

She dared not look at Yin Zhiping again, took the paper in her hand, looked at it carefully, and frowned.

It's really not a common word in the Song Dynasty.

Yin Zhiping said, "Sing a song, it's sure to sound good."

Han Xiaoying smiled, glanced at the sheet music, memorized it silently, and then raised her hand to play the zither.

Then, the beautiful sound of the piano rang out.