Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"Oh dear, young hero, please calm down. It's all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding."

"Since you're willing to pay for him, that's wonderful. If I've offended you in any way, I hope you'll be magnanimous!"

"You lot, get out of here right now!"

At this moment, the tavern owner quickly came out from inside, apologizing profusely to Duan Zhengchun while rapidly giving a wink to several burly men.

Duan Zhengchun ignored the burly man and the shopkeeper, and reached out to help the old beggar, who was still gnawing on roast chicken, up from the ground.

"Everyone, disperse! What's the point of this show?"

The shopkeeper also took the opportunity to disperse the onlookers.

The old beggar, who had been helped up by Duan Zhengchun, did not express any gratitude for Duan Zhengchun's help. He still held the roast chicken in his hands and muttered to himself, "Although this roast chicken does taste alright, it is still far inferior to Rong'er's cooking skills."

The shopkeeper, upon hearing the old beggar's words, immediately rolled his eyes, but since Duan Zhengchun was nearby, he couldn't say anything and could only pretend not to hear.

"Senior, if you haven't had enough, why don't you go in and try something else? How about I treat you to a few drinks?"

Duan Zhengchun smiled and took the initiative to extend an invitation.

The moment he reached out to help the old beggar up, he realized that the old beggar actually possessed profound internal strength and was a hidden master!

The old beggar finally looked up at Duan Zhengchun, shook his head repeatedly, and said, "The food here is not very good. Apart from this roast chicken, which is barely acceptable, the rest is not even eaten by dogs."

"you..."

Before Duan Zhengchun could even reply, the shopkeeper beside him was already red with anger. He pointed at the old beggar, about to say something, but then he saw Duan Zhengchun and had to swallow his words.

"But you just said there was wine to drink?"

The old beggar ignored the shopkeeper, licked his lips, and looked at Duan Zhengchun with anticipation.

"That's right, senior, you can drink as much as you want."

Duan Zhengchun smiled and nodded, answering affirmatively.

"Great, great, wonderful! We get to drink!"

"Waiter! Bring the wine! Three large jars, please!"

Upon hearing this, the old beggar immediately dropped the half-eaten roast chicken in his hand and rushed into the tavern, shouting loudly.

Duan Zhengchun smiled, instructed the innkeeper to take good care of his horse, and then slowly walked into the tavern.

The tavern wasn't large, and apart from Duan Zhengchun and the old beggar, there were no other customers.

Soon, the waiter brought three large jars of wine to the table. Since there was such a generous guest as Duan Zhengchun, the shopkeeper naturally had nothing to worry about.

The old beggar smiled and tore open the wine seal. Instantly, a fragrant aroma of wine slowly wafted out. Duan Zhengchun took a sniff and couldn't help but nod in approval.

Although I haven't tried the food here yet, the wine is quite good.

Right then and there, the old man and the young man, who had never met before, downed three large bowls of food in one go.

Duan Zhengchun ordered some more food that the old beggar said even dogs wouldn't eat, and the two of them drank and chatted, getting quite into it.

Although the other dishes were indeed not very good, the roast chicken was absolutely delicious. However, if we were to compare them, for Duan Zhengchun, it was still not as fragrant as the wild chicken from the top of Chaomiya Mountain.

After a few rounds of drinks, Duan Zhengchun looked the old beggar over and slowly said, "Since you are so skilled in martial arts, why didn't you fight back when you were attacked earlier?"

The old beggar was taken aback by what he heard, looked at Duan Zhengchun strangely, and asked, "Why did you fight back?"

Seeing the old beggar's serious expression, Duan Zhengchun was somewhat stunned. He then smiled wryly and continued, "Although you are in the wrong, the fact that so many of them attacked you without any restraint shows that this is how they usually treat others."

"They may have bullied many of the townspeople before. Since you know martial arts, why do you let them do this?"

The old beggar waved his hands repeatedly, still looking earnestly at Duan Zhengchun, and said, "Paying back debts is a matter of course. I ate their food, and they beat me up. Wouldn't that even things out and make everyone happy?"

"Whether they bully others or not, neither of us has seen it. How can you make such assumptions? What does it have to do with an old beggar like me?"

"I have been traveling all over the world, and I only learned by chance that their roast chicken is exceptionally delicious and famous far and wide. So I wanted to come and try it, but unfortunately I am short of money and can only surrender."

"A beating in exchange for a roast chicken is well worth it."

After hearing the old beggar's words, Duan Zhengchun felt a bit wry and amused, but also felt that there was some truth to them, and he couldn't refute them.

"Actually, I originally planned to trade my martial arts manual for a roast chicken, but they all don't know its value. Alas, money is just an external thing, how can it compare to the martial arts skills of an old beggar like me?!"

"It just shows they're short-sighted and don't have the good fortune!"

The old beggar took a sip of wine and spoke again.

Duan Zhengchun smiled without saying a word. He never expected that this old beggar would be willing to exchange his life's most powerful skills for a roast chicken. It was unheard of. He found it both interesting and incomprehensible.

"There's no need for that now, senior. With me here, you can eat whatever you want and drink as much as you like."

Duan Zhengchun smiled and made a promise, then took out a silver ingot and tossed it directly to the shopkeeper standing behind the counter.

The shopkeeper caught the silver ingot, put it in his mouth and bit it hard, grinning from ear to ear.

These two ingots of silver are more than enough to eat and drink to one's heart's content; they could almost buy half of his shop.

"You're not bad, kid. You're just to my taste, an old beggar's cup of tea. Interesting, very interesting!"

"Life is all about enjoying yourself. Eat to your heart's content, drink to your heart's content, curse to your heart's content, and even fight to your heart's content!"

"Hahaha..."

The old beggar glanced at Duan Zhengchun, shook his head and said a few words, then tilted his head back and drank a large bowl of wine down, unrestrained and unrestrained.

"I am ashamed of my inferiority to your state of mind, senior. I have learned a great deal!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun's admiration was immediately evident, and he bowed respectfully.

The old beggar's free-spiritedness and optimistic attitude filled him with admiration and made him instantly enlightened and grateful. His heavy mood was completely relieved at this moment, as if the clouds had parted and the sun was shining.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, the two got up and said goodbye to each other.

"All good things must come to an end. It is truly fortunate that this old beggar has met you, young hero, in this little tavern. We have drunk our fill, and it is time for this old beggar to depart."

The old beggar clasped his hands in a fist salute, laughed heartily, and showed no airs of a seasoned martial arts master whatsoever.

"It is my great honor to meet you, senior. This small amount of silver is a small token of my appreciation. I hope you will accept it."

Duan Zhengchun reached into his pocket and took out dozens of taels of silver, which he respectfully presented with both hands.

But the old beggar waved his hand and refused, saying, "Ah~ I've been wandering the world for decades, and I never carry any silver. I just go wherever I feel like. When I'm tired, I just find a place by the roadside and use the sky as my blanket and the ground as my bed."

"When I'm hungry, I just find a place to beg for food. If restaurants and eateries won't take me, I'll go to the fields and dig up some centipedes and earthworms to eat. That'll fill my stomach just the same."

"Alright, without further ado, I have other places to go, so I'll take my leave first!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the old beggar laughed three times, then flashed out of the tavern with incredible speed.

The tavern owner was stunned by what he saw, his face turned pale, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"Take care on your journey, senior. Until we meet again!"

Duan Zhengchun followed him to the door and respectfully clasped his hands in the direction the old beggar had disappeared.

"By the way, I don't know your name yet, young hero. Judging from the moves you just used, it's the One-Finger Divine Skill of the Dali Duan family! What is your relationship with the Southern Emperor Yideng?"

No sooner had Duan Zhengchun finished speaking than the old beggar's voice echoed from the sky once more.

Sound transmission thousands of miles!

"My name is Yin Zhiping, a third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen School, and my master is Master Changchun! As for Master Yideng, I have only heard of him and do not know him."

Duan Zhengchun answered without hesitation.

"I never imagined that the rigid and conservative Qiu Chuji would have such an extraordinary disciple like you. Hahaha, if Master Chongyang knew that his disciple didn't abstain from alcohol and meat, he would probably be so angry that he would crawl out of his grave!"

"But the old beggar likes it! You're quite good, kid; you're destined for greatness! Until we meet again!"

As soon as those words fell, the old beggar's voice was never heard again.

Duan Zhengchun stood in front of the tavern, smiling somewhat awkwardly. He couldn't help but feel increasingly fond of the old beggar. However, he then realized that he had forgotten to ask the old man's name.

After a brief hesitation, Duan Zhengchun led his horse away from the tavern, found an inn in the town to stay in, and prepared to set off again early the next morning.

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