Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

After receiving the book, Xiao Shiqi turned and left as if he had found a treasure. Duan Zhengchun smiled and gestured to Lin Zhiyuan, and the two of them started eating.

Since he had been ordered by Qiu Chuji to be confined to the back garden, he could no longer secretly visit Xiaolongnu during this time, and his mood was somewhat depressed, but after what happened last night, it finally improved.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside, and a large group of people rushed into the backyard and blocked the doorway.

The leader was none other than Zhao Zhijing!

"Yin Zhiping! You come out here right now!"

Zhao Zhijing was furious and pointed at Duan Zhengchun in the hall, shouting angrily at him.

Duan Zhengchun glanced at the door but ignored it, continuing to eat by himself with one foot propped up on another chair.

Sitting opposite him, Lin Zhiyuan was already somewhat flustered, looking nervously at Duan Zhengchun, seemingly at a loss.

"Yin Zhiping! Come out here if you dare!"

"You dare to do it but not admit it?!"

Zhao Zhijing stood with his hands on his hips, seeing that Duan Zhengchun remained unmoved, and continued shouting outside the door.

Duan Zhengchun frowned slightly, threw his chopsticks on the table, got up and went outside. Looking at the furious Zhao Zhijing, he deliberately fanned his nose in front of everyone.

"What's that smell? It stinks! Did someone poop in their pants?"

Upon hearing this, the disciples who had been standing behind Zhao Zhijing to bolster his morale couldn't help but take two steps back, their expressions varied.

Actually, there was no smell at all. Zhao Zhijing had stripped himself naked and washed himself all night, almost scrubbing off a layer of skin.

"Speak! Did you do it?!"

Zhao Zhijing pointed at Duan Zhengchun's nose and questioned him loudly.

Duan Zhengchun sneered and said disdainfully, "I don't know what you're talking about, senior brother. I have been ordered by the sect leader to stay here and not leave the back garden. Whatever happens in the temple is none of my business."

"Is it really none of your business?!"

No sooner had Duan Zhengchun finished speaking than a stiff voice suddenly came from outside the crowd: Hao Datong and Wang Chuyi had also arrived!

The one who spoke was Hao Datong, whose face was ashen!

Upon seeing this, the disciples immediately and consciously made way for them.

Before Wang Chuyi could go first, Hao Datong strode towards the door, looking as if he was about to fight Duan Zhengchun.

Outside the back garden gate, Little Seventeen, who had been hiding in a corner and peeking for a long time, saw that the situation was not right and quickly ran away.

Duan Zhengchun caught a glimpse of Xiao Shiqi outside the gate out of the corner of his eye. He smiled, bowed to Hao Datong, and said, "Judging from the manner of you two uncles, it seems you've come to question me. But what did I do to make you all rush here so aggressively so early in the morning?"

Hao Datong stared intently at Duan Zhengchun with a grim face and said sternly, "Was it you who caused trouble by pretending to be a ghost last night?!"

Duan Zhengchun looked bewildered and said, "In broad daylight, where do you get the idea of ​​ghosts and gods? As the saying goes, if you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear. Even if there really are ghosts, only those who have a guilty conscience would attract such unclean things!"

"Uncle Hao is upright and righteous, so he is certainly not the kind of person who would do something wrong. Then who is this person who encountered the ghost?"

"Could it be Martial Uncle Wang?"

Wang Chuyi looked at Duan Zhengchun, who was looking at him, and said in a deep voice with a blank expression, "With so many people here, it's probably already obvious whether they're feeling guilty or not!"

"Yesterday in the main hall, although you were eloquent, it is still undetermined whether you trespassed into the Ancient Tomb Sect! If it weren't for the sect leader protecting you, you would have been expelled from the sect long ago, and you would not be qualified to participate in the sect's martial arts tournament!"

Duan Zhengchun sneered, looking down at Wang Chuyi, and said coldly, "Uncle-Master, you've finally gotten to the point. Are you particularly worried about me participating in the martial arts tournament? Because once I participate, there are some people who will definitely not be my match!"

"But I'd like to ask you, Uncle-Master, which eye of yours saw me go to the ancient tomb?!"

As he spoke, Duan Zhengchun's eyes would occasionally glance at Zhao Zhijing.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing wisely shut his mouth and deliberately avoided Duan Zhengchun's gaze.

"Hmph, you're certainly sharp-tongued! You seem like a completely different person since you came back from the northern desert!"

"I don't care whether you've been to the Tomb of the Living Dead or not. In any case, rumors are flying all over the sect right now. I don't think you need to participate in the sect's martial arts tournament in three months. With your character, you're not worthy of being the chief disciple, much less the future sect leader!"

"Junior Brother Hao, I don't think we'll get any answers today. Let's just forget about last night."

Wang Chuyi coldly said a lot to Duan Zhengchun, publicly criticizing Duan Zhengchun for not being qualified to participate in the martial arts tournament, making his attitude clear. He then turned his anger towards Hao Datong, while taking two steps back as if it were none of his business.

Hao Datong had lost face because of what happened last night, and now he didn't care about the martial arts tournament. He looked at Duan Zhengchun with anger and said coldly, "You brat, I know that the sect leader has been giving you a lot of pointers on your martial arts these days. Let me test whether you have improved!"

"stop!"

Just as Hao Datong was about to make his move, a powerful voice suddenly rang out, and Xiao Shiqi, holding Qiu Chuji's sleeve, slowly walked in from outside the crowd.

Upon seeing Qiu Chuji appear, Wang Chuyi and Zhao Zhijing's expressions changed simultaneously. They deliberately distanced themselves from the furious Hao Datong, seemingly trying to distance themselves from him.

"Headmaster!"

As Qiu Chuji walked through the crowd and approached, everyone present bowed in greeting.

"I could hear you arguing from far away. What has made Junior Brother Hao so angry?"

"If Zhiping has done something wrong and offended Junior Brother Hao, I will naturally punish him severely. Why make such a fuss?"

Qiu Chuji looked at Hao Datong and asked him a question calmly.

"Sect Leader, I...he..."

Faced with Qiu Chuji's questioning, Hao Datong was speechless for a moment, because he had no evidence and really didn't know how to defend himself.

"Sect Leader, Junior Brother Hao just said that he wants to test Zhiping's skills. In the past few days, you must have taught him a lot of our sect's martial arts. He should remember them all, right?"

"These past two days, the news about his trespassing into the Tomb of the Living Dead and his entanglement with the Ancient Tomb Sect has caused quite a stir, with rumors flying everywhere. Everyone feels that, given the current situation, Zhiping is no longer suitable to participate in the sect's martial arts tournament."

"Besides, he has devoted himself to the study of the path of immortality in the past two years and has gradually become too unorthodox. Why not let Junior Brother Hao test his skills and see if his kung fu has declined?"

"If his skills can truly surpass his master's, then it is worthwhile for our sect to continue to carefully cultivate and train him. We can make an exception and forgive him for his past mistakes. However, if his martial arts do not improve, then I suggest that the sect leader not let him participate in the martial arts tournament, so as not to cause dissatisfaction among the disciples."

At this moment, Wang Chuyi stepped forward once again, bowed to Qiu Chuji, and spoke eloquently and logically.

Upon hearing Wang Chuyi's words, Qiu Chuji frowned, glanced at Duan Zhengchun, and fell silent.

Seeing Qiu Chuji's troubled expression, Duan Zhengchun smiled, cupped his hands and said, "Master, since both of you uncles agree, then let your disciple experience Uncle Hao's skillful moves."

Seeing Duan Zhengchun take the initiative to fight, Hao Datong clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes secretly.

"But you must use the martial arts of this school."

Wang Chuyi, standing to the side, suddenly added a sentence, a complex smile flashing across his lips.

"it is good."

Duan Zhengchun smiled and agreed without hesitation, not caring at all.

Qiu Chuji hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and said, "That's enough."

Immediately, everyone present stepped aside, clearing a large open space.

Duan Zhengchun and Hao Datong stood facing each other, staring intently at one another. Hao Datong, still blinded by the events of the previous night, was determined to teach Duan Zhengchun a lesson in front of everyone.

"Uncle-Master, please enlighten me!"

Duan Zhengchun smiled slightly, clasped his hands in a salute, and said softly.

Hao Datong, who had been waiting for this moment, didn't waste any words and attacked directly, rushing towards Duan Zhengchun like lightning and striking Duan Zhengchun's shoulder with a palm!

The Frost-Treading, Ice-Breaking Palm Technique!

This is the most powerful palm technique of the Quanzhen Sect, exquisite and fierce, especially when it is used by the Seven Masters of Quanzhen!

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