Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Under the cover of night, the small town was unusually quiet; just after 7 p.m., every household had already closed their doors and windows.

In a dimly lit guest room, Duan Zhengchun, who was fast asleep, suddenly twitched his eyelids and opened his eyes abruptly!

someone!

Immediately afterwards, under the moonlight, a dark figure appeared outside the window. Through the window paper, Duan Zhengchun could almost see the person's breath exhaled due to nervousness.

Soon, two more figures appeared stealthily outside the door!

Duan Zhengchun narrowed his eyes, his right hand already quietly reaching for the sword placed on the edge of his pillow.

With a slight noise, the window and door were opened almost simultaneously, and then three dark figures were seen cautiously sneaking into the guest room.

Two strong men and one thin man.

The three of them made a hand gesture to each other, and one of them slowly approached the bed, constantly peeking out and looking around, appearing very nervous.

The other two approached the package on the table, quietly opened it, and pulled out a money bag.

For money!

After succeeding, the three exchanged a hand gesture and then turned and tiptoed toward the door.

Just as they were about to leave safely, a figure suddenly flashed by, and a dark shadow had silently blocked the doorway. A sharp sword was instantly pressed against the shoulder of the slightly thinner man!

"Ah! Merciful sir, spare my life!"

The man shuddered and immediately knelt down on the ground with a thud.

The remaining two panicked and didn't know what to do.

Immediately afterwards, the man holding the sword slowly took out a tinderbox from his pocket and gently blew on it.

Once the room was lit, all four people present could see each other's true colors.

Those who came to steal the money were the tavern owner and two burly thugs, while the person blocking their way was none other than Duan Zhengchun, who was no longer in bed.

"You've got some nerve, trying to embezzle my money! You've got some nerve!"

Duan Zhengchun looked down at the tavern owner kneeling on the ground, his face expressionless.

People die for money, birds die for food. He never imagined that the tavern owner would dare to sneak into his room at night to steal his money just to get his hands on him!

They had clearly witnessed his skills, but in the face of greed, they seemed to have already forgotten everything else.

"Young hero, spare my life! I know I was wrong! Please spare my life!"

The tavern owner kept kowtowing, his face already ashen, and respectfully pushed the money bag in his hand to Duan Zhengchun's feet, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Duan Zhengchun coldly looked up at the two burly men. The two men, who were at a loss for what to do, felt the murderous intent in Duan Zhengchun's eyes and knelt down on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Greed can distort a person beyond recognition, sometimes even causing them to forget who they are—that's human nature.

"get out!"

Duan Zhengchun hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to do it. After all, to him, these three were just ordinary people, not members of the martial arts world.

The reason these three men came to steal in the middle of the night was probably because he had been too ostentatious about his wealth in the tavern during the day.

As soon as the words were spoken, the three of them, as if granted a pardon, thanked him in trembling voices, hurriedly got up, and scrambled out of the guest room, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Duan Zhengchun snorted coldly, picked up the money bag from the ground, closed the door, and sat on the bed to begin meditating.

With these three people disturbing him, he was completely unable to fall asleep.

The next morning, Duan Zhengchun, alone on horseback, set off again for the border town of the Western Regions.

...

Half a day later.

Duan Zhengchun wore a bamboo hat, with one foot on the saddle, and was almost lying on the horse's back. He held a wine gourd in his hand, occasionally tilting his head back to take a sip of wine. The reins were casually draped in front of him, and he looked extremely carefree.

The wine was filled at the tavern when leaving the town. When the innkeeper saw Duan Zhengchun return, he was almost scared out of his wits and wanted to kneel down and call him grandpa.

Just as Duan Zhengchun was drinking, he suddenly heard the sounds of fighting ahead. The screams and shouts were loud, and it seemed that there were many people involved!

Deep in the woods, a caravan was being attacked by a group of bandits. The wagons carrying the goods were overturned and corpses were scattered all over the ground. All the guards who escorted the wagons had been killed, leaving only the owner's family of three, who were surrounded by dozens of bandits.

"Sir, we don't want the goods anymore. You can take them all, but please spare my wife and children!"

The shopkeeper knelt on the ground, looking disheveled and pleading with the fierce-looking crowd around him.

The woman and child huddled together, trembling uncontrollably with fear.

The bandit leader, with a large knife slung over his shoulder, slowly walked out of the crowd. A blade of grass dangled from his mouth as he greedily glanced at the weeping woman. A cold smile flashed across his lips, and without hesitation, he raised the large knife slung over his shoulder.

"Boss, look!"

But at that moment, one of the subordinates suddenly pointed behind the bandit leader with a serious expression, and at the same time, everyone present looked over.

Wearing a bamboo hat, Duan Zhengchun had already slowly entered the woods and was walking towards the crowd.

The reins were still casually draped over the horse's head, and he continued drinking as if nothing was wrong.

Because his straw hat was pulled down low, these people could hardly see his face; they could only vaguely make out half of it.

"Halt! Who are you?!"

The bandit leader frowned, pointed his knife at Duan Zhengchun who was slowly approaching, and asked a stern question.

However, Duan Zhengchun ignored him, as if he hadn't heard anything. What was even stranger was that the white horse he was riding didn't panic at all after seeing so many burly men with knives, and continued to walk straight ahead.

The bandit leader narrowed his eyes, slowly raised his left hand, and gently waved it at Duan Zhengchun, who was already very close!

He saw the sword hanging on the saddle!

For some reason, when he saw that sword, he suddenly felt an unprecedented chill!

That's a danger sign!

At the bandit leader's command, the dozen or so bandits at the front immediately charged forward, shouting battle cries!

As the enemy charged toward him, Duan Zhengchun's face, partially hidden under his bamboo hat, suddenly revealed a disdainful sneer. Then, he leaped up like lightning and pounced on the dozen or so bandits like a ghost!

In the blink of an eye, the first dozen or so bandits who attacked fell to the ground, their weapons flying from their hands and their limbs crippled! None of them escaped death!

Despair and terrified screams instantly echoed through the mountains and forests!

Duan Zhengchun, who had seriously injured more than a dozen people in an instant, had already sat back on his horse and was still lying on it as if nothing had happened, as if he had never gotten up!

No one saw how he made his move!

The bandit leader's lips were dry, and he couldn't help but take a step back, shouting fiercely, "Attack him together! Kill him!"

With another command, all the bandits roared and charged toward Duan Zhengchun, as if having more people made them less afraid.

But their newly mustered courage did not last long, because this time Duan Zhengchun drew his sword!

Just as dozens of bandits were charging towards him, Duan Zhengchun casually hung his wine jug on the saddle, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and leaped into the air. At the same time, his longsword was instantly drawn!

Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhengchun, wielding a long sword, charged into the crowd like lightning. Wherever he went, there was only blood, no screams!

The first time is a warning, the second time is the killing blow!

Duan Zhengchun, alone with his sword, moved through an empty field as if it were none, and no one could stop him!

His kindness was never directed at everyone!

The bandit leader, pale-faced, dared not linger any longer and turned to flee. However, upon seeing the family of three kneeling on the ground, stunned by the scene before them, his lust was reignited. He gritted his teeth, walked directly toward the innkeeper, and once again raised his knife, ready to kill and seize the wife!

Just at this critical moment, a strange cry suddenly came, and then an old man with gray hair and tattered clothes appeared as if he had darted out of the woods. He knocked back the bandit leader with a single palm strike and stood in front of the family of three.

Old beggar!

"I am here..."

Before he could finish speaking, a knife flew through the air and pierced the bandit leader's chest!

"Don't even think about harming them..."

As the bandit leader fell straight down, the old beggar hesitated before uttering the second half of his sentence.

Immediately afterwards, the old beggar looked up at Duan Zhengchun, who had already killed the last bandit with his sword, and frowned slightly.

That whistling blade just now was the work of Duan Zhengchun...