Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Yang Guo groaned, rolled his eyes, and fainted in Duan Zhengchun's arms.

"He's tired. I wonder if Brother Guo could find him a place to get a good night's sleep?"

Duan Zhengchun looked up at Guo Jing and said something indifferently.

Guo Jing immediately agreed and ordered someone to help Yang Guo away.

Because of Yang Guo's situation, Duan Zhengchun, Xiaolongnu, and Lu Wushuang had no choice but to stay at the Beggars' Sect headquarters.

...

In the dead of night.

Duan Zhengchun slowly walked out of Yang Guo's room, carefully closed the door, and then went to the courtyard. Looking at the bright moon in the night sky that was covered by dark clouds, he sighed helplessly.

"Guo'er hasn't woken up yet?"

Just then, footsteps sounded, and Guo Jing slowly approached Duan Zhengchun's side.

Duan Zhengchun frowned and said, "Judging from the timeline, he should have woken up long ago. The reason he hasn't woken up yet is perhaps because he's running away from all of this."

Guo Jing sighed and said helplessly, "This child has suffered a lot since childhood. Now that he knows the truth, it is indeed a big blow."

Duan Zhengchun said earnestly, "But I believe he will eventually wake up and face everything."

Guo Jing nodded and said, "I believe it too!"

"Speaking of which, if Rong'er and I hadn't gone to Huai'an when he came last time, he wouldn't have been injured. It's all my fault."

Duan Zhengchun said calmly, "Once he understands everything, I believe he won't blame you. His father is that kind of person, but Brother Guo still treats Guo'er as his own son, which I can't help but admire."

“If you hadn’t sent him to Zhongnan Mountain, he wouldn’t have become my apprentice.”

Guo Jing smiled wryly and said, "No matter what, his father is my sworn brother. His father is his father, and he is himself. Although Guo'er is mischievous, he is not a bad person at heart and will never become like his father."

Duan Zhengchun nodded, said nothing more, untied the wine gourd from his waist, and took a sip.

After a moment of silence, Guo Jing spoke again: "By the way, the reason why Rong'er and I rushed to Huai'an was because the Beggars' Sect headquarters received a secret letter."

"The secret letter mentioned that the Mongol royal court has now ended its internal strife, Möngke has ascended the throne and taken control of the imperial power, and is preparing to invade our Song territory again."

"And the person who delivered the letter was none other than Yelü Chucai, the Left Chancellor of Mongolia, and the letter clearly stated that he was fulfilling an agreement with the Yin brothers!"

"I wonder if this is true?"

Duan Zhengchun took a deep breath and nodded, saying, "That's right, it seems he did keep his promise."

Guo Jing said with delight, "I never expected that Brother Yin could persuade the Left Chancellor of Mongolia to pass on messages for you. If he is here, wouldn't we be able to know at any time if the Mongolian army makes any moves in the future?"

Duan Zhengchun shook his head and said seriously, "He is just a messenger and cannot affect the overall war situation. If the Mongol army invades again, the key lies in the attitude of the Song court."

Upon hearing this, Guo Jing couldn't help but shake his head and sigh helplessly.

Judging from Guo Jing's reaction, Duan Zhengchun already knew that the Song court's incompetence and depravity had perhaps reached a point of no return.

The life and death of a nation cannot be decided by one person or a group of fearless江湖人士 (jianghu figures).

Even if he were highly skilled in martial arts, it would be of no use.

...

The next morning.

Before Duan Zhengchun had even gotten out of bed, there was a series of urgent knocks on the door.

"Brother Yin, open the door quickly, something's happened!"

The person knocking on the door was Guo Jing.

Duan Zhengchun carefully got up, covered the naked Xiaolongnu and Lu Wushuang with blankets, then put on a robe and left the room.

"Brother Guo, what happened so early in the morning?"

Duan Zhengchun glanced at Guo Jing, whose face was full of anxiety, and asked a question in confusion.

Guo Jing held out a letter and said solemnly, "Guo'er is gone."

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun frowned and hurriedly took the letter to read it.

The letter was brief; Yang Guo had indeed left without saying goodbye.

"Yang Guo didn't wake up last night. When the servants went to check on him this morning, they found that he had already left. I have already sent people to look for him."

"This child, he left without saying a word, where is he going..."

Guo Jing sighed, somewhat helplessly.

Duan Zhengchun said calmly, "Perhaps he woke up a long time ago, but has been pretending to be asleep, not wanting to face anyone anymore."

"Tell the person you're talking to that you don't need to look for him anymore. Since he chose to leave, he must have his reasons. Perhaps leaving temporarily is a good thing for him."

He speculated that Yang Guo's departure might be because he still couldn't accept that his father was a wicked and evil person, so he chose to escape again.

What he didn't know was that Yang Guo's departure was partly due to his inability to witness the intimacy between him and Xiaolongnu time and time again.

Xiaolongnu was Yang Guo's master's wife, and falling in love with his master's wife was a grave offense; leaving was the best choice.

Hearing Duan Zhengchun's words, Guo Jing could only nod helplessly. In the end, Yang Kang's death was directly related to him and his wife, so he always felt guilty towards Yang Guo and always wanted to make amends, but it always seemed that things didn't go as planned.

"And what about you, Brother Yin? What are your plans for the future?"

"The Mongol army has begun harassing our borders again, and war could break out at any time. Why don't you stay in Xiangyang? If war breaks out, you might be able to offer some assistance?"

After pondering for a moment, Guo Jing slowly asked.

Duan Zhengchun shook his head and said calmly, "Although we are irreconcilable enemies, the most important thing in a war between two countries is the attitude of the imperial court. How long can you and I hold out on this alone?"

"I'm leaving too. The world is so big, and there are still so many places I haven't been to."

Before Guo Jing asked this question, he had already made a decision. Although he hated the Mongol Tartars, he did not necessarily want to help the Song Dynasty fight against the Mongol Empire.

The reason they rushed to the border was for the sake of countless innocent people, not to help the Song court protect its territory.

Besides, he figured he could kill Mongolian dogs anywhere; he didn't have to leave them in the border town.

"Alright, then I wish Brother Yin a safe journey."

I hope we will meet again someday.

Guo Jing smiled, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and a hint of disappointment flashed between his brows.

Regardless of what others may choose, he has made up his mind to stay in the border town.

An hour later, Duan Zhengchun, accompanied by Xiaolongnu and Lu Wushuang who had finished washing and dressing, bid farewell to Guo Jing and Huang Rong and left Xiangyang.

...

After one month.

At the summit of Qixia Mountain stands the Cloud and Rain Pavilion.

Duan Zhengchun stood atop the towering building, a letter clutched in his hand, gazing towards the border.

Beneath the tall building, dozens of women in green robes stood on either side of the stone steps, swords in hand. The winding stone steps led down the mountain, resembling a long, coiled dragon.

This is the headquarters of the Green Robe Guard, and also his place of seclusion, nestled in the mountains less than a hundred miles from the three border cities.

Although he left Xiangyang, he did not sit idly by in the face of the impending war. For a month, the Qingyi Guards were ordered to secretly monitor the signs of the Mongol army and had launched assassinations against military officers more than once.

The reason this war hasn't broken out yet is entirely because of him.

But that's all he can do.

He was not the emperor of the Song Dynasty, nor did he own the vast empire. If it weren't for his concern for the innocent people, the survival of the Song Dynasty would have been none of his business.

"what happened?"

Footsteps sounded, and the little dragon girl, dressed in white, straightened her clothes and slowly came to Duan Zhengchun's side.

Duan Zhengchun paused for a moment, then handed over the letter in his hand, saying calmly, "Guo Jing and his wife have sent an invitation to the Heroes' Gathering to be held in Xiangyang in seven days."

Upon hearing this, Xiaolongnu frowned and said softly, "It seems that the great battle is really about to begin."

Duan Zhengchun nodded and said, "Yes, I wonder how many innocent people will be displaced as a result."

Xiaolongnu gently took Duan Zhengchun's arm and comforted him, "You've done very well. Do your best and leave the rest to fate."

Duan Zhengchun said nothing more, gently took Xiaolongnu's hand, and silently gazed in the direction of Huai'an County.

He knew in his heart that as long as there was a war, people were bound to die, and he just hoped to save more people with his own strength.

...

The next morning, Duan Zhengchun left Qixia Mountain alone and headed to Xiangyang.

He was just there to join in the fun and had no intention of participating in the martial arts competition. He didn't even take the leader of the Quanzhen Sect seriously, let alone the leader of the martial arts alliance.

To serve the people, one doesn't necessarily have to be an alliance leader. In fact, if one becomes an alliance leader, there are too many rules to follow, which would only restrict him.

He has never liked being restrained...