Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"Senior brother..."

As soon as Duan Zhengchun stepped out, Lin Zhiyuan, who had been waiting outside, quickly came to greet him, his face beaming with undisguised joy.

For him, besides his master, Duan Zhengchun was the one who treated him the best in the sect.

"Come find me at Yiyun Inn later."

Duan Zhengchun nodded slightly, whispered a word of advice, and then took Wanyan Ping's hand and left the Beggars' Sect headquarters.

Lin Zhiyuan nodded seriously and watched Duan Zhengchun leave with a smile.

"Zhiyuan?"

Just then, Hao Datong's voice suddenly came from behind.

Lin Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, then suppressed his joyful smile and slowly walked into the room, bowing respectfully as he said, "Uncle Hao, what are your instructions?"

Hao Datong looked at Lin Zhiyuan and said meaningfully, "I know that you and Zhiping have always been on good terms. I hope you can find a way to get him to return to Chongyang Palace."

Lin Zhiyuan looked up at Hao Datong with a puzzled expression and asked, "Why didn't Uncle-Master talk to Master Yin himself?"

Is there some other reason?

Hao Datong turned his back and said slowly, "No need to ask. You will know in time."

Lin Zhiyuan nodded, said nothing more, clasped his hands in a salute, and slowly left the room.

at dusk.

Lin Zhiyuan arrived at Yiyun Inn, where Duan Zhengchun was staying, as promised.

"Brother!"

Upon meeting, Lin Zhiyuan once again showed a joyful smile, and then noticed that wine, dishes, bowls, and chopsticks had been set on the table, seemingly prepared especially for him.

"sit."

Duan Zhengchun waved and said with a smile.

Wanyan Ping silently poured Duan Zhengchun a glass of wine, then excused herself and left the room, leaving the time to the two brothers.

Lin Zhiyuan agreed and sat down opposite Duan Zhengchun with a smile, asking curiously, "Senior brother, where have you been for the past three years? We haven't heard from you at all. Master and I thought something had happened to you."

“Especially your master, he has always been very worried about you.”

Upon hearing Lin Zhiyuan's words, Duan Zhengchun, who was pouring wine, was stunned for a moment, and his hand holding the wine pot froze in mid-air.

He owed no one anything, but he always felt a sense of guilt towards that old man Qiu Chuji, because he had not become the future face of the Quanzhen Sect as Qiu Chuji had hoped.

"Is Master... alright?"

Duan Zhengchun remained silent for a moment, then asked hesitantly.

"That's good. Now, most of the affairs of the sect are handled by me and Uncle Liu, so his burden has been lightened considerably."

"I just often think of you..."

Lin Zhiyuan smiled and answered slowly.

Duan Zhengchun smiled, said nothing, and poured himself a full glass of wine.

"If it weren't for the strict rules of the sect, I would really like to have a good drink with my senior brother."

Seeing that Duan Zhengchun did not respond, Lin Zhiyuan smiled and changed the subject.

"Have a drink if you want."

Duan Zhengchun smiled and poured Lin Zhiyuan a glass of wine, raising his glass in a gesture of respect.

"Wouldn't that break the rules of the sect?"

Lin Zhiyuan stretched out his hand halfway and then withdrew it, saying hesitantly.

"It's just one cup, it's fine."

Duan Zhengchun smiled, tilted his head back, and drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.

Lin Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, then reached out and picked up the wine glass, taking a tentative sip.

But then he immediately wore a bitter expression, repeatedly fanning his mouth with his hand, and said with a pained look, "It's so spicy..."

This was the first time he had ever known what alcohol tasted like.

"People like to drink alcohol not because it tastes good, but because it can make them temporarily forget things and relax and have fun, which can lead to addiction over time."

Duan Zhengchun smiled, poured himself another cup as he spoke, and downed it in one gulp.

The wine has never tasted good.

But he could never quit.

Seeing Duan Zhengchun's expression begin to turn serious, Lin Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment and said softly, "Senior brother, Uncle Hao came to see me, hoping I could persuade you to return to the sect."

"I always felt that he was implying something, that he was hiding some purpose in his words..."

He chose to be honest with his senior.

Duan Zhengchun smiled and looked up at Lin Zhiyuan, then slowly said, "I know what he means. Go back and tell him that I will return to Zhongnan Mountain after things are over here."

Lin Zhiyuan beamed with joy and exclaimed, "Really? Master will be so happy!"

Duan Zhengchun didn't speak, but smiled and raised his hand to indicate that he was eating.

And so, the two brothers, who had not seen each other for many years, one ate the sumptuous meal on the table, and the other silently drank his wine, both of them very happy about this chance reunion.

...

On the eve of the martial arts tournament.

Inside the Beggars' Sect headquarters, hundreds of Beggars' Sect disciples gathered in the open space in the backyard, surrounding Huang Rong and Elder Lu Youjiao.

Tonight is the day of the handover of the Beggars' Sect leadership, and many martial arts practitioners have come to watch, as no one has ever seen such a ceremony before.

Duan Zhengchun was one of them, but he stood far away, hiding alone at the very back of the crowd, leaning lazily against a pillar, holding a gourd of wine in his hand, occasionally tilting his head back to take a sip.

As his innate skill improved, he seemed to become immune to all poisons, and even alcohol could no longer numb him, and he could no longer get drunk.

Looking at the dashing Huang Rong in the crowd, his eyes were full of tenderness, but he knew in his heart that Huang Rong might become the first woman he could never have.

It wasn't that he didn't have the opportunity, but that he didn't want Huang Rong to be put in an unjust situation.

He liked her, so he didn't want to put her in a difficult position.

"The Mongol army is eyeing us covetously. In the days to come, I will guard the border with my brother Jing and fight against the Mongol army. Our fate is uncertain."

"Therefore, today I pass on the position of leader of the Beggars' Sect to you. I hope that from now on you can lead the Beggars' Sect to greatness and prosperity, and never disappoint your master."

Huang Rong raised the Dog-Beating Stick high with both hands, looked at Lu Youjiao with a serious expression, and said loudly, her voice reaching the ears of everyone present.

Lu Youjiao excitedly raised his hands, respectfully accepted the Dog-Beating Stick, and said loudly, "Please rest assured, Chief, Lu Youjiao will never let you and the Beggars' Clan brothers down!"

As the handover ceremony concluded, a burst of enthusiastic cheers and applause erupted from the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, the Beggars' Sect disciples stepped forward and spat on Lu Youjiao.

This is a specific ceremony for the succession of the Beggars' Sect leader.

After the ceremony concluded, Lu Youjiao officially became the next leader of the Beggars' Sect, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Youjiao was called away by Huang Rong and taken to a secluded corner where she began to teach him the Dog-Beating Stick Technique.

Duan Zhengchun did not leave, but secretly followed Huang Rong to this secluded place, where he remained hidden in the shadows.

He wasn't there to steal the technique; the Dog-Beating Stick Technique that Hong Qigong had demonstrated in front of him was far more advanced than the one Huang Rong was showing him now.

He simply knew that he and Huang Rong could not be together, and he wanted to see her more often.

"Who?!"

But soon, the observant Huang Rong discovered that someone was hiding in the shadows.

Duan Zhengchun gave a helpless bitter smile, then staggered out from the shadows, carrying his wine gourd.

"why you?"

Huang Rong frowned slightly and asked hesitantly.

"I just happened to pass by here and saw my sister-in-law teaching Chief Lu the Dog-Beating Stick Technique. I thought some of the moves were a bit clumsy, so I watched for a while out of curiosity."

Duan Zhengchun smiled and offered an explanation.

"Master Yin, please watch your words. This is the Beggars' Clan's ultimate skill, the Dog-Beating Staff Technique, which was personally created by the former Chief Hong. Your words are disrespectful to my Beggars' Clan!"

Lu Youjiao, who was standing to the side, immediately became displeased upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's words.

Duan Zhengchun laughed and said, "It is precisely because I have witnessed the power of the Dog-Beating Stick Technique that I think the move you just used was too clumsy. The way of learning martial arts is different for each person. What suits others may not suit you."

"Why don't you try this method, Chief Lu!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Duan Zhengchun suddenly rushed out, dodging Lu Youjiao's Dog-Beating Stick in the blink of an eye, and began to use the Dog-Beating Stick Technique right in front of Huang Rong.

Although he only remembered the moves and not the inner workings or incantations, the power he displayed was still immense, leaving Huang Rong and Lu Youjiao completely stunned.

A moment later, Duan Zhengchun finished his move, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and then casually tossed the Dog-Beating Stick to Lu Youjiao, smiling as he said, "I've made a fool of myself, but this set of moves should be more suitable for Chief Lu."

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