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

"sure."

The two went downstairs, and Yin Zhiping handed over the manuscript.

Li Mochou took it and saw the words "Biographies of Swordsmen" written on the cover. Her heart skipped a beat.

When she turned the pages and looked closely, her cherry lips parted in a wide smile when she saw names like "Xu Jingqing" and "Liu Ruyan".

"You wrote the Chronicles of Swordsmen!" Li Mochou exclaimed, her eyes shining brightly.

Yin Zhiping frowned and asked, "Have you read this manuscript?"

Li Mochou exclaimed joyfully, "Yesterday I met a senior who helped me kill the Seven Heroes of Nanshan, and afterwards she showed me this manuscript!"

Yin Zhiping was puzzled and asked again, "Was she dressed in black with long, loose hair, and had a face as white as paper?"

"Oh, right!" Li Mochou exclaimed with delight, "So you know that senior! What's her name?"

Yin Zhiping was so angry he laughed.

It seems that Mei Chaofeng couldn't distinguish whether the manuscript contained the Nine Yin Manual or not, so she just grabbed someone at random to identify it.

But unexpectedly, this person was Li Mochou!

What a coincidence!

I wonder where she is now, whether she is at Prince Zhao's mansion or has gone to Peach Blossom Island to meet her end?

"Brother Yin, what's wrong?" Li Mochou immediately became nervous when she saw his unhappy expression.

Yin Zhiping said, "It's nothing. That woman is a ruthless killer. If you encounter her in the future, you'd better be careful."

"Really?" Li Mochou frowned and said, "She's such a nice person. She helped me kill enemies and even treated me to tea."

Yin Zhiping said, "You can know a person's face but not their heart. You are new to the world and do not know this principle. You must remember it well from now on."

Li Mochou smiled and said, "Then what about Brother Yin? You seem kind and gentle, could you be a bad person at heart?"

Yin Zhiping smiled, looked down at Li Mochou, and said seriously, "Then you're right. I am a two-faced, hypocritical person. I'm only being nice to you now because I'm deceiving you."

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou burst into laughter, her body trembling with ecstasy.

"Brother Yin, you're really funny! You're so serious, yet you can still crack a joke!"

Then she added, "But that senior also said the same thing, that not all Taoist priests are good people, some are extremely good at deceiving others. Brother Yin, did you deceive that senior?"

Yin Zhiping said, "Yes, I lied to her."

Li Mochou's heart tightened slightly, and she quickly asked, "What did you lie to her about? Money? Her body? Her feelings?"

Yin Zhiping couldn't help but chuckle: "You're overthinking it. I tricked her out of her secret martial arts manual."

"Phew..." Li Mochou patted her ample chest. "That's good."

"That's good?"

"Ah...I...Yes, that's good. That senior is also a very good person. If Brother Yin were to deceive her feelings or body, wouldn't that be a tragedy for the innocent?"

"She's not a kind person."

Yin Zhiping put the manuscript back into his bag, looked at Li Mochou's rosy face, and smiled.

When Li Mochou met his eyes, she felt dizzy and quickly looked away, saying to the front, "Let's go find a bookstore."

"it is good."

"Brother Yin, I never imagined this book was written by you! The story is so captivating, the plot so vivid, and the love and hate relationships are handled perfectly. It's sure to fetch a good price!"

Li Mochou was shocked to learn that the Chronicles of Swordsmen was written by Yin Zhiping. Just yesterday she was wondering if she could meet the author of the book, but she never expected to run into him so soon!

Then you'll be able to see the rest of this book!

Is this... fate?

Haha!

I never imagined that the charlatan the black-clad senior was referring to was Brother Yin.

Judging from the contents of his book, everyone involved is a person of genuine emotion, unlike what his predecessors described.

The two walked side by side for a while. They were both handsome and looked like a perfect couple, attracting the attention of passersby who mistook them for a newlywed couple and occasionally made comments.

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou's heart trembled. In the crowd, she walked closer to Yin Zhiping, and the faint fragrance emanating from him made her legs feel weak.

At this moment, she couldn't help but think of the lies Yin Zhiping had told her.

After much deliberation.

Finally, he asked, "Brother Yin, you said you were lying to me, so... so what were you lying to me about?"

"We've arrived," Yin Zhiping suddenly said.

Li Mochou suddenly came to her senses and realized that she was in front of a bookstore with a signboard that read "Qiufengzhai". There were quite a few customers coming and going.

Yin Zhiping turned around and asked, "What did you just ask? I didn't hear you clearly."

"It's nothing, it's nothing, let's go in quickly." Li Mochou was flustered and hurriedly jumped into the bookstore.

Yin Zhiping smiled and entered the bookstore, heading straight to the counter: "Excuse me, I want to sell a book."

The man said, "Oh! Please wait a moment, I'll go and fetch the owner."

When he had a spare moment, Yin Zhiping glanced at the books on the bookshelf.

The bookshelves near the entrance are mostly filled with classics, histories, philosophical works, and literary collections. Further inside are the works of prominent Confucian scholars of the time, and even further in are travelogues and books about local customs and experiences.

Only after walking all the way to the back did I see several bookshelves of novels and fiction, with some articles about Liu Bei at the very bottom.

Li Mochou stepped forward, puzzled, and asked, "Why are all the storybooks in the corner, while those books about the Hundred Schools of Thought and great scholars are right by the door?"

Yin Zhiping said, "Fiction, tales of the strange and supernatural have always been considered vulgar books among scholars and literati, so of course they are not well received."

Li Mochou huffed in anger, "Hmph! Books that the common people like are good books. I won't read those grand principles that everyone understands! When I become a great scholar, I'll specialize in writing supernatural tales!"

Yin Zhiping casually picked up a storybook and flipped through it, saying, "You're already a learned scholar; you can start writing now."

"Really? Really!" Li Mochou immediately exclaimed with delight, "Is my knowledge that obvious? You even noticed it?"

Yin Zhiping said, "Don't underestimate yourself; that's obvious."

"Haha!" Li Mochou smugly exclaimed, "I knew it! I have a story to tell too!"

We were chatting.

A portly middle-aged man entered from the back room, greeted Yin Zhiping and his companion with a forced smile, and said, "Please sit down, sir."

Tea and snacks were served again.

After exchanging pleasantries, I learned that this man was Manager Liu of Qiufengzhai.

Yin Zhiping handed over the Chronicles of Swordsmen, and Manager Liu began to read it carefully.

After reading it, Manager Liu was secretly pleased, thinking it was a good book, but he didn't show it on his face and began to bargain.

Yin Zhiping was also an expert in this field, and the two talked for two full hours before finally settling on a price.

—A minimum of two taels of silver per roll, with profits split 50/50 upon sale.

Even this was achieved through a fierce debate between Yin Zhiping and others.

out the door.

Li Mochou couldn't help but ask, "Brother Yin, a book takes so long to write and only sells for two taels of silver. Doesn't the author starve to death?"

Yin Zhiping looked embarrassed: "Yeah, writing a book really can lead to starvation... We'll just have to see how well it sells."

The two walked along the street, deciding to stroll around before returning to the inn to practice their skills.

They just left.

On the other side of the street, a large sedan chair slowly approached, carried by eight strong men, with many attendants holding knives in front and behind.

Someone shouted in front of the sedan chair, "Make way, everyone! The Princess Consort has arrived!"

The streets were immediately cleared out.

The sedan chair stopped at the entrance of Qiufengzhai, and a noblewoman in brocade robes stepped out. She was beautiful and elegant.