Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 583 - 481: Three People Walk + - 482: Four Divine Skills

Chapter 583: Chapter 481: Three People Walk + Chapter 482: Four Divine Skills

"Nephew Disciple Zhou, Nephew Disciple Zhou, you always hide the good stuff, and after all I’ve done for you."

Zhou Ping’an was still pondering how Uncle Master Yu Changsheng had given up on the "Turing dispute" for the time being, suspecting it might be safer to plot after they had all fully grown.

Then he saw a flash of Sword Wings in the sky, and a slender girl with the aura of a fairy and innocent eyes flew over like a white crane.

After landing, her face looked slightly displeased.

Why could Zhou Ping’an tell that Uncle Master was displeased? Because her lips were pouted.

That meant she was very unhappy.

According to Zhan Shanhe, if this Uncle Master was unhappy when she was in the mountains, she would take her sword and beat people up, no questions asked.

Fortunately, she seemed to have a bit of consideration for him and wouldn’t resort to violence even if she was displeased.

No, wait, did I offend her in some way?

Does she know about my candies?

Zhou Ping’an’s face turned red as he hastily fished out a handful of "Little White Rabbit" candies from his pocket.

"Ah yes, Uncle Master, I was just looking for you. These candies are delicious, I’ve put a lot of effort into making them. They’re fragrant, tasty, and melt in your mouth. Try one, you won’t believe how good they are."

"Really? Are they that good?"

Yu Changsheng looked dubiously at the items in Zhou Ping’an’s hands.

She saw seven or eight candy pieces wrapped in crystal-clear wrappers, and even through the wrappers, the sweet scent was undeniable.

Indeed, she had never tasted such a thing before.

They seemed delicious.

"Oh, so this is how you are, Zhou Ping’an, you won’t give anything up without pressure, you’re still so stingy with your Uncle Master?"

She eagerly unwrapped a candy and bit into it, and as soon as her saliva moistened the candy, an incredible new taste exploded in her mouth.

She took a deep, pleasured breath, her eyes smiling and squinting.

She snatched the rest of the candies from Zhou Ping’an’s hand and stuffed them into her pocket, forcibly suppressing her smile to show that she was still upset, "I asked Nephew Huaiyu, and she said you can exchange Martial Arts with each other in a certain way. You always thought my Sword Wings skills were powerful, right? Why don’t we exchange our skills? You can’t just teach Nephew Huaiyu and be too stingy to exchange with your Uncle Master."

"This..."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ping’an felt like he had been struck by thunder.

Turning his head, he saw Lin Huaiyu looking over with a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile.

Clearly, she had said something but hadn’t made it too clear.

This was a problem.

How was he going to explain to Uncle Master Yu the more profound issue of the importance of distance between men and women?

Also, does spiritual communication count as crossing the line?

"Uncle Master, did Little Yu tell you that this kind of Divine Soul communication is something that only a Daoist couple can do?"

Zhou Ping’an carefully chose his words, mentioning it indirectly.

"I know, Huaiyu said so too, and she said that I should ask about your thoughts... So, can I be your Daoist couple?"

Yu Changsheng blinked, not seeming to grasp the full meaning of the phrase.

"What?"

Zhou Ping’an almost choked on his own saliva.

Even with his composed Martial Intent.

He couldn’t help but feel his ears heat up...

Looking into Yu Changsheng’s big, innocent, clear eyes filled with deep hope, he found all the various thoughts in his mind quietly dissipating.

The "Pure heart" pointed directly to the essence.

In fact, she hadn’t really thought of anything else, she had simply chosen the most beneficial course of action for herself that she wasn’t averse to.

Although she knew nothing, he couldn’t simply assume that his Uncle Master was slow-witted.

Perhaps she just didn’t know how to express her feelings.

How could he have the heart to refuse such a request?

Zhou Ping’an sighed softly and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Master Xiao Yu, do you know that a person can choose a Daoist companion only once in their life? And once chosen, there’s no turning back, you know."

At this point, Zhou Ping’an, for some reason, felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.

It was as if he was coaxing a girl with candy.

Even though technically, Uncle Master was older than him.

"Do you think I’m foolish? Of course, you only choose once. The old man drilled that into me over ten years ago, telling me that once I’ve chosen a Daoist couple, I must remain loyal and abide by the virtues of fidelity and so on, though a lot of it I didn’t understand. But there’s one thing I did understand, you don’t have to worry about me cuckolding you."

Whoosh.

Zhou Ping’an finally broke down, his face turning beet red.

Lin Huaiyu’s soft laughter came from the distance.

The composed and gentle lady was now laughing without restraint, almost gasping for breath.

"Fine then, if none of you care, why should I, as a modern man, be so pretentiously bashful."

Uncle Master Xiao Yu was lively and pure like the magnolia flowers that bloom in the mountain forest, exuding a charm that makes people feel an affinity toward her, and he could not think of any man who could refuse such a wonderful request.

He took Uncle Master Yu’s hand, and in a flash, the two became shadows and entered the backyard of the Heart Inquiry Hall.

The backyard was quiet and still.

There were no passersby.

Clearly, Lin Huaiyu had already given her instructions.

If she wasn’t coming over, not even the two maids would venture here.

"What do I do?"

At this moment, Uncle Master Yu Changsheng seemed a little nervous.

She put her hand on the left flap of her pale yellow Taoist Robe, her demeanor becoming awkward.

Zhou Ping’an clearly saw her cheeks flushed with red, her Sky-reaching Martial Intent unable to control the pounding of her heart.

’So you knew all along, pretending to be ignorant earlier.’