Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

In fact, when Wang Chuyi was rendered speechless by Qiu Chuji's question, Qiu Chuji had already concluded in his heart that what Wang Chuyi said was true.

However, in order to protect his disciple, Wang Chuyi did not reveal who the person who witnessed Duan Zhengchun visiting the Tomb of the Living Dead was.

"This disciple has caused trouble for Master again. Please forgive me."

Duan Zhengchun's expression was solemn, and he clasped his hands in a salute.

"So you admit it?"

Qiu Chuji frowned and pressed for an answer in a deep voice.

"I have indeed been there."

Duan Zhengchun offered no explanation this time.

"You knew perfectly well that was forbidden territory?! Why did you go there?! What were you going there for?!"

Qiu Chuji turned to look at Duan Zhengchun with a puzzled expression.

"Go and propose marriage."

Duan Zhengchun was outspoken.

"what?!"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Chuji's expression changed drastically. He stood up abruptly and looked at Duan Zhengchun in disbelief.

"Do you even know what you're saying?!"

"You've forgotten all the rules and regulations?! Didn't I already have Zhiyuan send you the summary of the rules? You didn't even read a single word?!"

Duan Zhengchun slowly said, "I have seen it and remembered it all, but people are not plants or trees, how can they be without feelings? Even my master back then was troubled by the word 'feelings', let alone me?"

"Ever since I met Miss Long, I have been deeply infatuated and unable to extricate myself. If I cannot stay with Miss Long in this lifetime, it will be my lifelong regret!"

"I don't think I've done anything wrong. If Master wants to punish or beat me, I'll just have to take it."

After speaking, Duan Zhengchun bowed and waited for Qiu Chuji's decision.

He could lie to everyone except Qiu Chuji, because in this world, apart from Master Chongyang, Qiu Chuji was the person he respected most.

"you..."

Qiu Chuji frowned and couldn't help but raise his right hand, but after looking at Duan Zhengchun's pure and sincere appearance, he helplessly lowered his hand, shook his head and sighed.

"From this day forward, without my permission, you are not to step out of the back garden again! And you are not to go to the Tomb of the Living Dead!"

"The ban will only be lifted when we realize our mistake!"

As he finished speaking, Qiu Chuji shook his head in disappointment and slowly left.

Duan Zhengchun stood still, watching Qiu Chuji's departing figure, his brows furrowed, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He wanted to stay and repay his debt of gratitude, but as the saying goes, it is difficult to have both affection and loyalty. Between the Quanzhen Sect and Xiaolongnu, it seems that he can only choose one.

Thinking of this, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but sigh to the heavens, because he had just made a wrong decision. He could have kept quiet, but he chose to gamble, betting that Qiu Chuji needed him to compete for the position of chief disciple and would not expel him from the sect.

But if he did that, he would undoubtedly damage the teacher-student relationship between Qiu Chuji and him.

And all of this is because of Zhao Zhijing!

After the confrontation in the main hall, judging from the reactions of Zhao Zhijing and Wang Chuyi, he had concluded that the figure that flashed by outside the ancient tomb was Zhao Zhijing!

...

In the dead of night, Zhao Zhijing, still half asleep, staggered out of his room. After only a few steps, he started farting, so he hurriedly squeezed his buttocks and rushed to the outhouse.

"Senior Brother Yin, he's out! He's out!"

"Could it be that Little Seventeen gave too much medicine? How come I can smell the stench from this far away?"

Lin Zhiyuan, who was hiding in the corner with Duan Zhengchun, pinched his nose and muttered something under his breath with a look of disgust on his face.

Shh, it's your turn!

Duan Zhengchun made a shushing gesture, pointed in the direction of the outhouse, and raised his hand to indicate it.

Lin Zhiyuan, his face painted deathly pale, nodded, placed the whisk he was holding on his head, and tiptoed toward the outhouse wearing only white underwear.

Finally released, Zhao Zhijing was squatting on the latrine, pinching his nose with one hand, his face contorted, and beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Who?!"

But then he noticed a slight noise outside, which made him shiver and ask loudly.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sudden movement occurred outside the latrine, and a disheveled, pale-faced figure appeared before him! It looked like a woman!

Zhao Zhijing gasped, his body instinctively leaning back, holding his breath, his eyes wide, not daring to move an inch!

"I died a terrible death..."

Then, the ghostly face suddenly spoke! It floated around in front of Zhao Zhijing's eyes, and even reached out its hands to grab Zhao Zhijing in the latrine!

"No...don't come any closer..."

Zhao Zhijing broke out in a cold sweat instantly, quickly closed his eyes, and muttered incantations.

But then, something furry suddenly landed on his face. When he reached out and touched it, it looked exactly like the female ghost's hair!

"Ah! Ghost!"

Zhao Zhijing shouted, disregarding everything else, and got up with one hand holding up his pants, squinting his eyes as he tried to escape, but he accidentally fell into the latrine!

"I died a terrible death..."

The female ghost's wailing continued.

Zhao Zhijing frantically scrambled out of the latrine, screaming as he flushed it to pieces, and rushed straight to his bedroom! The whisk he was carrying on his head fell to the ground along the way.

Seeing that his plan had succeeded, Lin Zhiyuan chuckled to himself, covered his mouth and nose, quickly met up with Duan Zhengchun, and swiftly retreated towards the back garden.

"Who's howling in the middle of the night?! Is it a ghost?!"

At this moment, Hao Datong yawned and came out of the room. He looked around and scolded them with dissatisfaction.

But soon he noticed something on the ground not far away. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly walked closer and looked down to find that it was his own whisk. So he reached out and picked it up in confusion.

"Which bastard did this?! Show yourself!"

However, just as Hao Datong picked up the whisk, he suddenly noticed that it was sticky. Upon closer inspection, he realized that the whisk was covered in feces! His hands were covered in it!

But there wasn't a soul in sight, and he had no idea who was behind it, so he could only curse and yell in frustration.

Back in the back garden, Duan Zhengchun and Lin Zhiyuan sat in the main hall, their faces beaming with joy.

Duan Zhengchun, in particular, hadn't played such a prank on anyone in many years. Although he was the high and mighty Prince of Dali, he was a rebellious and troublesome person in his youth.

Perhaps because he is now more than twenty years younger, he feels more and more like his younger self.

"Senior Brother Yin, aren't we making a big fuss? What if Master finds out?"

After Lin Zhiyuan finished laughing, he looked at Duan Zhengchun with some worry.

Duan Zhengchun waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, no one saw it. Even if Zhao Zhijing suspects something, he won't suspect you. I'll take care of things if anything happens."

"But Uncle Hao was unlucky; his hands were inexplicably covered in Zhao Zhijing's excrement!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them couldn't help but chuckle again.

The person who drugged Zhao Zhijing was another disciple of Qiu Chuji, named Xiao Shiqi, their junior brother, and the person Qiu Chuji arranged to deliver meals to the two of them every day.

The whisk that Lin Zhiyuan was wearing on his head was also something that Xiao Shiqi had secretly taken from Hao Datong's room.

...

The next morning, Xiao Shiqi carried a food box to the back garden as usual. As soon as she entered the main hall, she looked at Duan Zhengchun and Lin Zhiyuan, who seemed to be doing nothing, with a worried expression.

"Brothers, I heard that the temple was haunted last night. Our eldest brother was so scared that he fell into the latrine and got covered in excrement, which even alerted Uncle Hao!"

"Could it be related to the two of you? Senior Brother must have taken the laxative I gave him to go to the outhouse..."

Seeing Xiao Shiqi's slightly frightened look, Lin Zhiyuan waved his hands repeatedly and said, "There's such a thing? We don't know anything about it!"

Xiao Shiqi is just named Shiqi, but he is actually only twelve years old. Although he is quite smart, he ultimately cannot understand the grudges between Zhao Zhijing, Duan Zhengchun, and Lin Zhiyuan.

After hearing Lin Zhiyuan's answer, Xiao Shiqi nodded hesitantly and then said nothing more.

Duan Zhengchun didn't say anything, but simply tossed a book that was next to him to Xiao Shiqi.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Yin!"

Xiao Shiqi opened the book and immediately beamed with joy, bowing and thanking Duan Zhengchun profusely.

The book records some moves of the Quanzhen Swordplay, with annotations personally made by Duan Zhengchun. He used this to bribe Xiao Shiqi, who then drugged Zhao Zhijing's dinner...