Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"Thank you so much for saving me!"

When Duan Zhengchun sheathed his sword and approached, the shopkeeper and his wife and children immediately bowed deeply, their faces full of gratitude.

But Duan Zhengchun shook his head and said, "It was this senior who saved you; I am only responsible for killing."

Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper was visibly taken aback. He glanced fearfully at Duan Zhengchun, whose face was icy cold, and hurriedly pulled his wife and children around to bow to the old beggar, expressing his gratitude.

"No need for formalities, it was just a small favor."

"But judging from your appearance, you shouldn't be a novice. Don't you know that bandits are most likely to gather in these remote and desolate areas? Why did you bring your wife and children with you?"

The old beggar waved his hand and gave a slightly reproachful rebuke.

The shopkeeper sighed and said, "Senior, you may not know this, but I have been running this route for many years. I take care of all the mountain strongholds along the way every year, and there has never been any trouble."

"I never expected to suffer such a calamity here today. I have never seen these people before. They must have just arrived recently. The band of mountain bandits from before has probably already been eliminated by them."

The old beggar nodded in sudden realization and said slowly, "So that's how it is. It must be the Mongols who caused this. The world is in turmoil, and many people have no choice but to become bandits in the mountains. I'm afraid there will never be a peaceful day again."

"But this band of mountain bandits is ruthless and has no morals whatsoever. They even prey on women and children. It's utterly despicable!"

The shopkeeper bowed again and said, "Fortunately, I met two benefactors today, otherwise my family and I would probably have lost our lives here."

Duan Zhengchun looked at the bandit leader lying on the ground and said coldly, "Good people are always bullied by bad people. It is said that good people do not live long, while bad people live for thousands of years. This is because good people are too kind!"

Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's words, the old beggar frowned slightly. After a moment's hesitation, he turned and instructed the shopkeeper to quickly take his wife and children away from this troublesome place.

After the shopkeeper bid farewell, he immediately took his wife and children and hurriedly left in several carriages.

"It's been a while since we parted ways in this small town. I never expected to meet you again so soon. It seems we are indeed destined to be together."

Duan Zhengchun looked at the old beggar, clasped his hands in a salute, and slowly said a few words.

"I just happened to be passing by and came over after hearing the commotion. I didn't expect to find you here, young hero."

"However, it seems that you are suppressing a deep hatred in your heart, and you were a little too ruthless when you rescued people just now."

The old beggar looked at the dozens of corpses in the woods, his expression slightly grave.

In the battle just now, Hong Qigong only injured people, while Duan Zhengchun only killed people!

"These murderers and thieves, who stop at nothing to kill, all deserve to die! They should be wiped out with overwhelming force! Only by eliminating all the wicked and evil people in the world can this chaotic world be cleansed of its clouds and the sun shine again!"

Duan Zhengchun, with a stern face, gave a resolute reply.

Since his trip to Dali, he has found himself becoming even more righteous and intolerant of injustice, unable to stand the slightest injustice.

Perhaps it's because I lived too aimlessly in the past.

The old beggar paused, looked at Duan Zhengchun seriously, and said earnestly, "What you said is true, but things should not be taken to extremes. These people do deserve to be killed, but in life, we should always leave room for maneuver and be lenient when we can."

"I'm just worried about you. I don't want you to be driven down a dark path by the hatred in your heart one day. If that happens, wouldn't it be a waste of all your skills?"

Duan Zhengchun paused for a moment, then clasped his hands and said, "Thank you for your guidance, senior. But rest assured, senior, I know what I'm doing. I will not lay a finger on those who should not be killed, but I will not even flinch at those who should be killed."

"The senior pursued the word 'exhilaration' throughout his life, while I pursue nothing more than a clear conscience. When drinking, drink to your heart's content; when killing, kill to your heart's content!"

Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's reply, the old beggar's eyes lit up. He looked at Duan Zhengchun approvingly and nodded, saying, "Well done! Killing should be swift and decisive!"

"You are the first Quanzhen Sect disciple I have ever seen who so openly uses the word 'kill'! The Quanzhen Sect has strict precepts, prohibiting killing and abstaining from alcohol and meat, but you completely disregard these two precepts!"

"You disregard the rules and regulations of the sect and are ruthless, but you also have a chivalrous heart. Not only can you feel pity for an old beggar you've never met before and treat him with great hospitality, but you can also help those in need and save people from dire straits!"

"I haven't seen such an unconventional and interesting young man in a long time! You're much more lovable than that old man Wang Chongyang!"

"Hahaha... Just my taste!"

Duan Zhengchun was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Senior, do you know Grandmaster?"

The old beggar laughed and said, "Not only have we met, but we even fought each other during the Mount Hua Sword Tournament. If I, this old beggar, hadn't preferred a carefree life and hadn't been so keen on studying martial arts, the title of the best in the world might not have gone to him!"

"Hahaha..."

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun looked the old beggar up and down again, clasped his hands and said, "So, you must be the famous Hong Qigong, one of the Five Greats of the World, Senior Hong?"

Hong Qigong stroked his beard and slowly smiled, "You figured it out? I didn't expect that someone as young as you would know about us old fogies."

Duan Zhengchun said earnestly, "I have heard my master mention the deeds of the Five Greats of the World. Senior, you are dressed as a beggar, yet you have profound internal strength and have participated in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament. Who else could it be but Hong Qigong, the leader of the Beggar Clan, the number one gang in the world?"

The old beggar stroked his beard and laughed heartily, saying with satisfaction, "That's right! I am indeed Hong Qigong, but I have long since retired from the affairs of the martial world, and the Beggar Clan has long been handed over to my two disciples. Now I am simply wandering around, wanting to taste all the delicacies in the world!"

Looking at Hong Qigong's smiling face, Duan Zhengchun felt truly envious. To live to Hong Qigong's level was something that no ordinary person could achieve.

"By the way, young Yin, the swordsmanship you used when you made your move just now was exquisite and unparalleled, with endless variations. If I'm not mistaken, it should be the number one swordsmanship in the East created by your grandmaster, Master Chongyang, right?!"

After Hong Qigong finished laughing, he turned to look at Duan Zhengchun, a deep interest appearing on his face.

"Senior has excellent eyesight; he is indeed the number one swordsman in the East!"

Duan Zhengchun nodded and replied with a smile.

Hong Qigong looked Duan Zhengchun up and down with a hint of surprise, and continued, "I heard that only the successive sect leaders can practice this sword technique. Since Qiu Chuji chose to pass on this sword technique to you, it means that you must have extraordinary abilities!"

"In that case, how about a contest with this old beggar?!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun's heart stirred, and he clasped his hands in greeting, saying, "It is my great honor to receive guidance from you, senior. I will do my best to accompany you however you wish to compete."

Hong Qigong smiled and immediately drew a line, indicating that the contest would be conducted using three different skills: lightness skill, fist and foot techniques, and weapon skills, with the contest ending once the point was reached.

Soon, Duan Zhengchun and Hong Qigong began their duel in the mountains! Their attacks were exquisite and incredibly powerful, each move a masterpiece of artistry!

Hong Qigong used his unique lightness skill, moving as fast as lightning, while Duan Zhengchun used a combination of the Golden Goose Skill and the Lingbo Steps, appearing and disappearing without a trace!

Immediately afterwards, Hong Qigong used the Dog-Beating Stick Technique, while Duan Zhengchun used the One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones Sword Technique! The reason he didn't use the First Sword of the East was because he hadn't yet mastered this sword technique to perfection and didn't want to accidentally injure someone.

Finally, Hong Qigong used his ultimate technique, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, while Duan Zhengchun unleashed the One-Finger Divine Skill infused with innate true energy!

The two exchanged blows for hundreds of moves without a clear winner. When they got tired, they would sit down and drink some wine from Duan Zhengchun's wine gourd, exchanging their experiences.

Previously, Hong Qigong claimed that he did not have much pursuit of martial arts, but Duan Zhengchun thought otherwise. It could only be said that between food and martial arts, Hong Qigong preferred food.

The two ended the match in a draw. Duan Zhengchun never expected that after mastering the Innate Skill, he would one day be able to fight on equal terms with the world-renowned Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Although he knew that Hong Qigong had not gone all out, in the past, he would never have been able to compete with the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!

Speaking of Xiao Feng, if we calculate the timeline, he was very likely a senior member of the Gang, on par with Hong Qigong...