Chapter 81: Kid, who did you just say you wanted to have an all-night talk with?

Are they all people of great wickedness and great evil?

This Huang Lao Xie is wicked enough!

No matter how high one's martial arts, one ultimately cannot avoid hidden arrows; Huang Lao Xie actually dares to keep a group of people of great wickedness and great evil by his side… unimaginable.

Anyway, he, Niu Dingtian, lacks this courage. Those surnamed Niu are very afraid of death.

"Ah!"

"What are you thinking about?"

Seeing this little thief not respond, Huang Rong, unable to restrain herself, stepped forward, raised her pretty face, and asked sweetly.

On this lonely island, it's rare to have someone who can speak; actually, her heart is happier than anyone's.

In her eyes, a priceless painting, a priceless secret manual, might still not compare to the practical value of a close friend.

After Huang Rong realized, Niu Dingtian's figure had already vanished; angry, she stomped her feet and waved her bamboo whip at the mute girl beside her, about to strike.

"Hmph! He won't worry about my safety! He only knows to practice his martial arts! He never talks to me! Not even Lao Wan Tong treats me well!"

Since she was holding a blanket and food in her arms, she no longer used sign language; she simply walked to Huang Rong's side, gestured with her eyes for the blanket, and kept making "wu-wu" sounds in her mouth.

Having said that, she fiercely whipped the bamboo whip, then quickly walked away; the mute girl behind, seeing this, dared not be careless, hurriedly lifted her feet to chase after.

"Wu-wu-wu!"

After gathering his thoughts, he followed the way he came; after just a few breaths, he saw his handiwork—a straight peach-blossom path.

But at this moment, Huang Rong's eyes were curved, her beautiful gaze clear, her aura exuding liveliness and playfulness; such teasing would undoubtedly spoil the scenery.

Following the peach-blossom path, he sped along; eventually, he left the Peach Blossom Formation and leapt onto the reef by the sea.

Niu Dingtian shouted, after putting down the blanket and food, he had already unsealed the two people's acupoints.

He didn't see that appearance, but regarding this lively little girl, he felt somewhat amused.

Lao Wan Tong had stayed on Peach Blossom Island for fifteen years; whether his legs were broken by Huang Lao Xie and he was trapped here, or he had intentionally trapped himself here, finding him was equivalent to finding the upper half of the Nine Yin Classic.

"Ah! Ah! Time to eat!"

After mentioning Huang Lao Xie, Huang Rong seemed to think of something, she pursed her lips, her pretty face showing some displeasure; then, forgetting that the person before her was a stranger, she directly complained in a sweet voice:

"Hey! You wait."

I almost let the secret slip!

After saying that, she couldn't help but spit out her fragrant head, pat her bosom, showing a cute look of lingering fear.

"Young master?"

Regarding the wondrous martial arts book written by scholars, as a scholar himself, Niu Dingtian is naturally very curious. If the timing is right, such things of scholars should still be entrusted to scholars for safekeeping, which would be more appropriate.

Having said that, before Huang Rong could react, he directly flashed his body and rushed toward the outer courtyard.

"Miss Huang, aren't you afraid?"

The one at the bow woke up first, saw the blanket in front, hurriedly grabbed it, wrapped it around himself, and then exclaimed with delight:

The mute girl, frightened, covered her head to block, but Huang Rong's bamboo whip did not fall; in the end, she merely glared with her beautiful eyes and said resentfully:

"Go! To the dining hall!"

Niu Dingtian gathered his spirit, smiled, and asked.

"Afraid?"

If it were another person, such cloying words would surely make Niu Dingtian speak gently without hesitation.

After a dozen breaths, he silently landed on the deck, using moonlight to look into the cabin; inside, the two people were already asleep, only their faces were somewhat bluish-red from the cold.

"Thinking about what?"

"Thinking about you!"

"After all, they are wicked people; don't your parents worry about your safety?"

Niu Dingtian's eyes narrowed, his heart stirred slightly, yet he spoke softly without changing his expression.

Niu Dingtian came to the outer courtyard, along the small path between the green bamboo groves; after a moment, he again saw the Jade Green Pavilion and the two large pine trees. Under the moonlight, the surroundings remained silent and still, appearing extremely eerie.

After Niu Dingtian took two steps forward and took it in his hands, he softly said to Huang Rong beside him:

"Thank you, Miss Huang; I'll go and return shortly."

It's no wonder Huang Rong is so wary; Lao Wan Tong Zhou Botong is a taboo on Peach Blossom Island; Huang Lao Xie never allows his daughter to approach him; if he knew she mentioned him in front of strangers, she would surely suffer another harsh punishment.

The moon rose over the sea; glancing ashore, the seawater had receded considerably; distant ships still swayed on the sea surface. Niu Dingtian immediately leapt into the sea, employing the Light-Wave Micro-Step, and rushed swiftly toward that ship.

Huang Rong extended her delicate hand, playing with the hair before her chest, lifted her head, wore an expression of proud charm, and replied crisply.

Just then, the mute girl from earlier hurried over.

"How could I possibly be afraid?"

"Young master, are we going back?"

After Huang Rong suddenly realized, she looked bewildered, feigned ignorance, turned away nonchalantly, her eyes rolling, and then spoke sweetly:

"He, he's already dead! He's also a mute servant on the island, but Lao Wan Tong used to treat me very well."

"Lao Wan Tong? Are there other people on this island?"

Niu Dingtian slowly stepped forward, turned his face, and again smiled as he asked:

"Him?"

"Ah? Lao Wan Tong?"

"Wu-wu!"

It nearly froze this old man to death! But such words, he definitely wouldn't dare say to his face.

"Go? Where to go?"

Niu Dingtian's face lost its smile.

He then continued speaking:

"I had a pleasant talk with that old father‑in‑law; rest assured, both of your lives are safe. I'll give you a quarter‑hour; eat when you need to eat, and relieve yourselves when you need to."

"Consider the next two days as rest; stay here honestly waiting for me, and after we return, your silver will naturally be due."

Having said that, he ignored their protests, stepped out of the cabin, and went onto the deck to feel the wind.

Outside, people breathed the sea breeze and gazed at the bright moon; inside, people ate their food, and then—

A quarter‑hour later, the bow of the ship emerged.

"Young master, could you not keep the two of us restrained?"

The bow, having spent most of its life dealing with ordinary people, didn't know that thing was called a pressure point; after eating and relieving, it stuck beside Niu Dingtian and began to chat with a smiling face.

"Not planning to run?"

"Not running!"

"That's right, be obedient; from now on, this Zhoushan part of Peach Blossom Island will shelter you, and you will be the ship's boss!"

"Hehe, I thank you, young master!"

"But if you two leave me here, the one who slaughters you later will be the ship's boss!"

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare!"

"What's your name?"

"My surname is Wang."

"Good! I, the young master, have remembered you!"

After a brief interlude, Niu Dingtian leapt straight into the sea, stepping on the rippling waves as he left.

Now, he no longer worries about the ship‑or‑no‑ship issue; even if the two eventually run away, as long as his fists are strong, nothing is a problem.

No ship?

If no ship, then stay on Peach Blossom Island and become your son‑in‑law!

Returning to the courtyard again, the little girl Huang Rong was gone, leaving only the mute woman from before, pacing back and forth.

"Wooo—!"

When she saw Niu Dingtian appear, surprise lit her face, she kept whining and gesturing continuously.

Niu Dingtian wore a puzzled expression, ignoring her; she pointed ahead, then stepped forward.

Is this a great villain?

Niu Dingtian somewhat admired Huang Lao Xie's training methods, but without delay he stepped forward and followed right behind.

After the two passed through this courtyard, they entered another courtyard with a different elegant layout; Niu Dingtian hadn't finished admiring it when he was already led inside.

Before reaching the doorway, he saw the beautiful Miss Huang already seated at the table, her left hand supporting her cheek, her right hand holding a bamboo basket, idly picking at it. On the table before him lay five plates, each tightly covered with large porcelain lids.

When a sudden noise came from outside, a flash of surprise crossed Miss Huang's pretty face, but in an instant it was replaced by displeasure; after Niu Dingtian entered, she could no longer hold back a coquettish whine and asked:

"Your legs run so fast you might die—can't you hear this lady calling you?"

"Hehe, Miss Huang, if you practiced my technique, you'd surely run faster than I do."

After a half‑hearted retort, Niu Dingtian pulled a chair over and lounged casually beside it.

It was fine not to hear that, but after hearing it, Miss Huang's mood worsened.

She had originally planned to use the delicacies to coax the pretty light‑skill practitioner into her grasp; now she got nothing and ended up paying herself.

"Sizzle— Miss Huang, your family is truly wealthy! Look, the tables and chairs are all rosewood; hiss— these porcelain plates seem to be from an official kiln. My home is near that kiln, so I don't need such extravagance as yours."

Before the huffing Miss Huang could speak, Niu Dingtian surveyed the setting a few times and couldn't help but gush with admiration, his eyes full of envy.

He never expected this young lady to be a bona‑fide little rich woman; after toiling half his life, he still couldn't match the inheritance she enjoys. Had he known, he would have come earlier with his sister‑in‑law to cling to her leg.

"Hmph!"

Miss Huang let out a heavy coquettish whine, her eyes showing tsundere pride and contempt:

"You unsophisticated country bumpkin!"

"Alright, Miss Huang, no need to be formal! We're all hungry, let's begin!"

Smelling the fragrance wafting from the plates, Niu Dingtian couldn't help but move his index finger, called out to Huang Rong, and without hesitation lifted the porcelain lid before him.

"Whoa! Wait a moment!"

Just as his hand touched the porcelain lid, Huang Rong lunged and pressed it firmly.

"Sss— so smooth!" Niu Dingtian didn't want to move further, but Huang Rong, still unaware—

"You still haven't told me why you came looking for my father?"

"Why are you looking for my father?"

Niu Dingtian's face showed surprise, then he seemed to understand, looked at the pretty face before him and smiled, saying:

"Of course I'm here to treat you! Haven't you traveled thousands of miles just to spar with your father?"

"Treating?"

Miss Huang's pretty face was full of doubt, her hands still covering her mouth and not yet released.

Niu Dingtian had intended to protest with his hands, but after thinking he abandoned the plan; instead, after moving a few steps closer to the pretty face, he stared into those beautiful eyes and explained warmly:

"Next year, on the eighth day of the eighth lunar month, I plan to establish a sect on Jiugong Mountain outside Xiangyang City. As one of the Five Peerless, I'm coming personally to invite your father to attend the grand ceremony; then Miss Huang, you could also go see the festivities, right?"

After hearing the explanation, Miss Huang's lingering anxiety completely eased.

Hearing that she could leave the island and that there would be excitement, she was about to feel joy when a straight‑ahead thief's gaze met hers; her eyes involuntarily flinched, then she seemed to sense something, her pretty face flushed, and she suddenly withdrew her hands, looking like a startled rabbit, her delicate body bouncing back.

After settling down, seeing that probing look, she endured the embarrassment, reddened her pretty face, and glared back fiercely:

"What are you looking at! Haven't you ever seen a beauty?"

Niu Dingtian met the stare, unyielding, his face smiling as he freely praised:

"Miss Huang truly is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."

Miss Huang, hearing this blunt compliment, felt shy, her cheeks flushing, but Niu Dingtian withdrew his gaze, reached out to lift the porcelain lid, and while smiling said:

"Miss Huang truly is beautiful and skillful; the delicacy you made is indeed extremely tempting!"

"Hmph! I'll give you credit for having good taste!"

Huang Rong, hearing the praise, lifted her head with a coquettish expression, but the curved corners of her eyes and the protruding dimples betrayed the joy in her heart. As for the earlier shyness, it came quickly and left just as fast.

"Miss Huang, what is this dish called?"

Niu Dingtian took a bite of the duck dish before him and couldn't help but ask.

He only thought the dish was delicious; as for why he knew it was duck, it was simply because he saw the duck's head.

"Eight Treasure Fat Duck!"

Huang Rong replied in a coquettish voice, then leaned forward, grinning, and boasted:

"How is it? It's tasty, right?"

"Delicious! Delicious! What about this one?"

Niu Dingtian hadn't swallowed the duck meat in his mouth yet, and pointed at the dish beside it, asking.

Hearing the compliment, Huang Rong's pretty face instantly brightened; she quickly lifted the porcelain lid, pushed the dish in front of Niu Dingtian, and cheerfully urged:

"This is flower fish. Let me tell you, even my father has never tasted my version of this flower fish. Oh, don't eat that fat duck yet; quickly try the flavor of this flower fish!"

"What is this?"

Niu Dingtian asked again.

"These are silver thread rolls! They cleanse the palate!"

"And this one?"

"Hehe~ This is clam meat!"

"What?"

"Clam meat! Try it quickly! It's very tasty!"

"How is it? How's my clam meat?"

"The taste is superb!"

"Hey! Don't forget—you said you'd tell me about what's outside!"

"No problem! After we finish eating, I'll have a whole night of conversation with Miss Huang!"

Niu Dingtian, while tasting the delicacies, promised as he spoke; at that moment, the Miss Huang before him was like a bottomless bag of words, chattering incessantly.

Just as Niu Dingtian pinched a piece of clam meat, ready to shove it into his mouth, his hand suddenly froze.

Then he turned his head, looked outside, and said with a smile:

"Lord Huang finally came out; you really gave this kid a good wait!"

The words just fell, and the room fell silent; the Miss Huang beside him, her face full of surprise and yet to speak, when a faint, chilly voice echoed from the courtyard:

"Kid, who did you say you wanted to talk with all night just now?"

"Typo and garbled sentence reminder, thank you!"

(End of chapter)