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

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou said, "Then Wanyan Honglie must be here too. Let's rush in and finish them off!"

"good!"

Just as they were about to set off, a furious shout rang out from afar: "Who goes there!"

The two looked over and saw, in the moonlight, a thin man with a blue face, extremely long cheeks, and three large fleshy growths on his forehead, making him look extremely ugly.

"Ha! What an ugly person!"

Li Mochou immediately said to Yin Zhiping, "I'll lure him away, you go in and kill him."

With that, he gracefully disappeared.

Yin Zhiping thought to himself that his skills had greatly improved, so there was no need to lure him away. Without thinking too much about it, he floated into the house.

clatter--!

The window clicked softly.

In the flickering candlelight, Bao Xiruo glanced up briefly, then lowered her head again to continue reading, assuming it was just the wind blowing through the window.

She had little martial arts skill and poor hearing and eyesight, so she didn't notice that Yin Zhiping was standing right behind her.

Bao Xiruo simply turned the pages of the book, looking at the newly acquired "Biographies of Swordsmen" again and again, sometimes smiling faintly, sometimes frowning and sighing with worry.

Yin Zhiping saw it too, and frowned.

It sold out so quickly?

He then turned to look at Bao Xiruo.

She was dressed in a light pink gauze that draped her delicate body, her slender figure appearing and disappearing within. Her plump thighs were crossed, creating a voluptuous and fleshy look. Her skin was as white as snow, with a faint pink hue. Her jade feet were dangling in a pair of wooden clogs, her ten toes as white as porcelain, gently caressing each other.

A faint, sweet fragrance wafted over, and Yin Zhiping took a sniff, feeling refreshed and invigorated. His gaze fell on the pair of jade-like feet, examining them closely.

Seeing that it was like ice cream, fresh, tender and smooth, I thought that if I put it in my mouth, it would melt clean and moisten my tongue immediately.

Bao Xiruo was reading a book and humming a tune, a unique Jiangnan style that Yin Zhiping had heard before from Han Xiaoying.

Hearing it now, it has a unique charm.

Wanyan Honglie is not here; we must search elsewhere.

Just then.

Bao Xiruo suddenly closed the book, sighed softly, and murmured, "It's a good book, but it's too short. I wonder when I'll be able to read the next volume."

"This author is quite interesting; his descriptions of emotions are delicate. If I could meet him, I would definitely give him a generous sum of money."

She got up to blow out the lamp and go to rest, but out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of a tall figure standing behind her, and she was immediately horrified.

"Who are you!"

Bao Xiruo hastily retreated a few steps, causing the thin veil to ripple incessantly, just like the gentle flow of water.

She stared wide-eyed at him and saw that Yin Zhiping was handsome and dressed in a Taoist robe, looking nothing like a bandit. She felt a little relieved, but her heart was still pounding.

The Prince's mansion is heavily guarded. How did this person get in, and without making a sound?

Upon seeing her beautiful face and stunning beauty, Yin Zhiping immediately hatched a plan.

His expression suddenly darkened as he said, "The princess has been living a life of luxury all these years."

Bao Xi asked in a trembling voice, "You recognize me?"

Yin Zhiping said, "I recognize you, but you've forgotten me."

Bao Xiruo looked closely and thought the young man was extremely handsome, with captivating eyes that made her heart flutter.

I can rack my brains, but I can't remember.

"Whose child are you? I really don't recognize you."

Yin Zhiping stood with his hands behind his back and said, "That's right. Once the princess enters the royal palace, she's like a pheasant turned into a phoenix. Naturally, she won't recognize the old friends from Niujia Village."

"What did you say!" Upon hearing the words "Niu Family Village," Bao Xiruo's heart trembled instantly. She stepped forward and asked, "You're from Niu Family Village? Who are your parents?"

Yin Zhiping said, "My master? My family followed the Jurchens; I just assumed they were all dead."

Bao Xiruo knew this was an insult, but she didn't take offense. She said gently, "Whose child are you? Tell me. If you come to rely on me, I will give you money so you can settle down and make a living."

Yin Zhiping laughed and said, "Unlike the princess, I am not one to curry favor with the powerful. The Jurchens ruined my family, and I would rather die than accept their money."

Bao Xiruo parted her cherry lips, her delicate nose twitching, and said aggrievedly, "What do you know? How dare you blame me? Do you know how helpless I was back then? Do you know how lonely and miserable I've been all these years? Who...who exactly are you?"

Yin Zhiping said in a deep voice, "I've come here only to ask the Princess one thing: have you forgotten the affection we shared as husband and wife?"

Bao Xiruo suddenly realized, her expression changed, and she snapped, "You were sent by the Prince to test my heart? Ha! How shameless! Get out!"

Yin Zhiping shook his head and said, "I swear I will never work for the Jurchens."

Bao Xiruo's beautiful eyes flickered: "So you know some old stories and came here to scam me? If you want money, there's some in the drawer. Take it, but don't bring up the past and hurt me."

Yin Zhiping said, "I am not here for money, I just want to ask the princess what her true feelings are."

Bao Xiruo frowned and said, "This is none of your business. You should leave, or I'll call for help."

Yin Zhiping paused, his gaze sweeping across the room.

This room was furnished exactly as Bao Xiruo's old residence used to be. An iron spear was hanging on the wall. He went up and took it down, saying, "The iron spear is rusty. This spear has not been used for a long time."

Bao Xiruo said, "Don't touch this gun."

Yin Zhiping asked, "Why?"

Bao Xiruo's beautiful eyes filled with tears: "This is my most precious thing."

Yin Zhiping lowered his eyes and said, "Yes, I see that the furnishings in your room are just as they used to be. You hang this iron spear on the wall and look at it day and night. I suppose you still cherish the old times."

Bao Xiruo was taken aback, and asked in confusion, "It seems you really are an old friend of Niujia Village, but you were only one or two years old back then, how can you remember so clearly?"

Yin Zhiping sighed, "I'm not young anymore."

Bao Xiruo frowned and asked, "How old were you back then? Did you visit my family? Were you Mr. Hu's child or Zhang Mu'er's child?"

Yin Zhiping said, "I was twenty-two years old back then, and now sixteen years have passed, and I am thirty-eight."

Bao Xiruo's face showed slight anger: "I treated you like an old friend from Niujia Village, and I was very friendly to you. How dare you lie to me? You are clearly only seventeen or eighteen years old, how can you say you are thirty-eight?"

Yin Zhiping said with a somber tone, "Back then, when I was being chased by Duan Tiande's army, a nun from the South Sea saved me and taught me divine skills. I practiced these skills day and night for sixteen years, just to avenge Wanyan Honglie. Now I have reached the realms of Yi Jin Nirvana and Danmeng Xiaoyao, and my appearance has changed drastically."

Bao Xiruo was stunned for a moment.

Duan Tiande... Wanyan Honglie... Divine Skill...

The three words converged in her mind, gradually piecing together a truth.

These past events are known only to those who have passed away.

Could it be...? Could it be...?

Her legs were already weak, and she slumped into the chair, asking in a trembling voice, "Who...who are you? Tell me, why test me?"

Seeing that the time was right, Yin Zhiping said, "The plowshare is damaged. Tomorrow, I'll ask Zhang Mu'er from the east village to add a pound and a half of iron and forge it."

"Ah!" Bao Xiruo cried out, tears streaming down her face, choking back sobs, "How...how could you know what my husband said to me the night he died?"

This should only be known between the two of them!

She had assumed her husband was dead, but upon hearing this, she was both shocked and delighted. Her heart was in her throat, and her starry eyes glazed over, as if she saw her husband's ghost arrive.

Could he really be...?

Yin Zhiping said, "I only ask you, have you forgotten the old affection between husband and wife?"

Her heart was shattered: "I haven't forgotten! I haven't forgotten! For sixteen years, I've never forgotten, day and night! If it weren't for Kang'er, I would have gone with you long ago. How... how can you blame me?"

Bao Xi, tears streaming down her face, rushed forward and stared intently at Yin Zhiping, saying, "You're him, right? You're a ghost... You're going to take me away? Don't worry, I'm not afraid of ghosts, I'm only afraid of never seeing you again!"

The fragrance wafted towards them, and Yin Zhiping was jostled. He suddenly hugged Bao Xiruo tightly, choking back tears, and said, "I...it's my fault. I'm so incompetent that I let you suffer like this. I don't blame you. I only blame myself for being incompetent and failing to protect you and Kang'er."

"Ah!" Bao Xiruo exclaimed softly, finally understanding.

She immediately collapsed into Yin Zhiping's arms, crying, "I knew it was you! I've missed you day and night, and your spirit has finally appeared! Take me with you! I'll go to the underworld with you! I never want to be separated from you again!"

Her tears soaked Yin Zhiping's chest, and she cried so hard she could barely breathe, her delicate body going limp.