Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

When Lin Zhiyuan found Duan Zhengchun, he discovered that Duan Zhengchun was selecting clothes in a fabric store.

So after Duan Zhengchun finally picked out a suitable outfit, they returned to where the group had stopped. They had only gone halfway when they discovered the incident where Zhao Zhijing was entangled with the middle-aged man.

Duan Zhengchun did not answer, but took out some silver from his travel money and ordered Lin Zhiyuan to help Zhao Zhijing repay the money. He also told Lin Zhiyuan to call Cui Zhifang over.

Completely bewildered, Lin Zhiyuan slowly approached Zhao Zhijing and handed the silver to the middle-aged man who had been beaten. The middle-aged man, seeing that he had received the money, finally stopped. He took the silver, gave Zhao Zhijing a disgusted look, and turned back to the restaurant.

He didn't realize that the amount of silver he received was exactly the same as the amount owed by the man who had cheated him out of food and drink that day and claimed to be Zhao Zhijing.

"Where's Yin Zhiping?! Haven't they found him yet?!"

Enraged, Zhao Zhijing glared at Lin Zhiyuan and demanded an explanation.

Lin Zhiyuan shrank his neck, pointed to the street corner in the distance, did not answer, and then went straight to Cui Zhifang and whispered a few words in his ear.

After listening, Cui Zhifang didn't reply and simply led his horse to the street corner.

Zhao Zhijing stood frozen in front of the carriage, looking at Lin Zhiyuan and then at the street corner, his face full of confusion.

"Junior Brother Yin, everyone is waiting for you, why are you still here?"

After Cui Zhifang arrived at the street corner, he looked at Duan Zhengchun, who was smiling, and asked him a question in confusion.

Duan Zhengchun smiled, tossed the money pouch in his hand to Cui Zhifang, and then snatched the reins from Cui Zhifang's hand.

"Junior Brother Yin, what does this mean?"

Cui Zhifang was completely bewildered.

Duan Zhengchun mounted his horse and looked down at Cui Zhifang, saying, "We will split into two groups. You will be in the open, and I will be in the shadows. We will meet in the border town of the Western Regions. Along the way, be sure to inquire about the whereabouts of Uncle Liu and the others."

"From now on, you will be in charge of all matters, big and small, within the team. Zhao Zhijing is too impulsive, so I'm temporarily entrusting the rest of the team to you."

"No matter what clues we find, don't rush into anything. We'll discuss everything once I reach the border town in the Western Regions!"

Before Cui Zhifang could even reply, Duan Zhengchun had already ridden away at full speed.

On his way to the Western Regions, he had another important matter to attend to: he needed to return to Dali to see if the Dali Kingdom had truly been destroyed.

"Junior Brother Yin..."

Cui Zhifang shouted, but it was too late. Helpless, he had to return to the group, explain the situation, and lead the group to continue their journey.

Not all of Wang Chuyi's disciples were cunning like Zhao Zhijing; some, like Cui Zhifang, were both sensible and possessed considerable leadership skills.

For Zhao Zhijing, Duan Zhengchun's departure was actually more to his liking, because if Duan Zhengchun had been delayed by something, the credit for this mission would have gone to him.

Under Duan Zhengchun's secret instructions, Lin Zhiyuan used the silver that had been given to him in advance to pay off all the silver that Duan Zhengchun owed at the cloth shop and tavern.

However, Zhao Zhijing and Cui Zhifang did not discover this.

...

Three days later.

A young man dressed in a blue robe, wearing a straw hat, with a long sword at his waist and a wine gourd hanging from his saddle, rode his horse through the streets of Liuli City.

Passersby couldn't help but turn their heads, drawn to the aura emanating from the young man on horseback, even though he was dressed quite modestly.

This young man looked like a wandering swordsman, skilled in swordsmanship and fond of wine.

"Please come in, sir!"

In front of a tavern, the waiter saw a horse parked outside and immediately shouted, scurrying out to greet it.

The young man dismounted, took the wine gourd hanging on the saddle, handed the reins to the waiter, and walked straight into the tavern.

"They need to be fed the finest concentrated feed!"

"Alright! Please have a seat, sir!"

The waiter agreed and immediately led the horse to the backyard.

After entering, the young man looked around and was about to sit down in the seat closest to the back door, but he suddenly turned back and chose a table closest to the counter.

"A bowl of mutton soup, two pounds of meat patties, and a jar of fine wine!"

After the young man sat down, he said something directly to the person behind the counter.

Behind the counter stood a flamboyant young woman with a hint of foxy charm in her eyes. Upon hearing the young man's words, she smiled and agreed, immediately giving instructions to the kitchen.

Her voice was soft and charming, making people's hearts flutter. Several tables of drinkers around the room had their eyes shining and were drooling.

Before long, the waiter, who had tied up the horse, brought out mutton soup and meat pies, along with a jar of fragrant old wine.

"The wine is good, fill the gourd!"

The young man first opened the wine jar, smelled it, nodded in satisfaction, then tossed the wine gourd on the table to the waiter, and slowly took off his straw hat and started eating.

The young man who took off his straw hat was dressed in a blue long robe. With his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, he was handsome and dashing, truly unlike anyone else.

This man was none other than Duan Zhengchun!

Even the waiter was taken aback for a moment, then immediately agreed and quickly walked towards the kitchen.

When the young woman standing behind the counter saw Duan Zhengchun's true face, her eyes lit up and a charming smile flashed across her lips.

The wine was indeed excellent. After three bowls, Duan Zhengchun felt quite pleased with himself. He had been holding back all the way and couldn't wait any longer.

After separating from the westward-bound group, he rushed here without stopping. After passing Liuli City, he entered the territory of the Dali Kingdom.

After finishing his meal, Duan Zhengchun slowly looked up at the counter and found that the young woman was also looking at him.

Sparks flew as their eyes met.

Duan Zhengchun smiled, raised his wine bowl to the young lady, and then tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

The young woman smiled slightly, swaying as she emerged from behind the counter and went straight to Duan Zhengchun's table. As she poured him wine, she leaned forward and asked softly, "Where did you come from, young master? Where are you going?"

Looking at the young woman's fair and delicate skin, Duan Zhengchun curled his lip and said, "The world is vast, we can go wherever we want. What, do you think this tavern is for staying overnight?"

As he spoke, Duan Zhengchun slowly raised his head and stared directly into the young woman's eyes, his gaze undisguised and undisguised.

"If you're willing, young master, this humble woman would like to warm your bed..."

The young woman leaned close to Duan Zhengchun's ear, almost touching his earlobe, and answered seductively. Before leaving, she lightly touched and tugged at Duan Zhengchun's earlobe.

Any man would probably find it hard to resist such temptation.

Duan Zhengchun chuckled, reached out and pulled the young woman into his arms, letting her sit on his lap. He gently stroked her cheek and whispered, "Your kung fu must be quite good, right?"

Upon hearing this, the young woman couldn't help but burst into a silvery laugh, her body trembling with excitement. The sight of the diners at the surrounding tables stared wide-eyed, like a pack of lions in heat.

But at that moment, two burly men suddenly rushed out of the kitchen carrying knives and stood on either side of Duan Zhengchun's table. Immediately afterward, a middle-aged man with a face full of scars walked in through the back door with his hands behind his back, his face full of anger.

"How dare you! You actually flirt with my wife!"

The middle-aged man glared at Duan Zhengchun, who had his back to him, his face full of anger.

"My lord, please save me!"

"I sell wine, not my body!"

The young woman, who had just been alluring, was now as panicked as a little rabbit, crying out to the middle-aged man for help while struggling and blaming Duan Zhengchun.

Although Duan Zhengchun was holding her, he was clearly not gripping her tightly.

"Waiter, close the door!"

The middle-aged man gave a command and slowly walked around to Duan Zhengchun's front, blocking the doorway.

"What do you want?"

Duan Zhengchun glanced at the closed shop door, smiled at the angry middle-aged man, and casually asked a question.

"To be so brazen in broad daylight! This matter won't be over until you've paid a thousand taels of silver! Otherwise, don't even think about leaving!"

The middle-aged man glared at Duan Zhengchun and shouted angrily.

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but laugh out loud. He glanced at the middle-aged man with disdain and said scornfully, "Looks like I'm unlucky. I've run into a trap."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man and the young woman's expressions changed simultaneously.

The term "Zha Huotun" refers to a swindling tactic used by gangsters to exploit women and defraud others of their money.

Duan Zhengchun simply didn't expect it to happen in broad daylight...