Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"As you wished, Lu Zhanyuan is dead. Have you let go of the hatred in your heart?"

Duan Zhengchun slowly walked into the mourning hall, looked at Li Mochou who was standing there in a daze, and slowly asked a question.

Li Mochou stared intently at Lu Zhanyuan in the coffin and murmured, "We are complete strangers, having only met twice. Why did you help me?"

Duan Zhengchun leaned against the pillar, took a sip of wine, and said calmly, "After hearing your story, I can understand the bitterness you have buried deep in your heart. Seeing you tormented by this hatred for fifteen years makes my heart ache."

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou was startled and turned to look at Duan Zhengchun blankly, her brows furrowed with surprise and doubt.

Duan Zhengchun continued, "Lu Zhanyuan is ungrateful, faithless, and immoral. His behavior is despicable and he deserves to die!"

"Whatever the reason back then, he made two kind women entangled in resentment and self-blame for their entire lives. It seems that he abandoned one and stayed with the other, but in fact he harmed two poor women."

"That's why he deserves to die even more!"

Li Mochou stared at Duan Zhengchun in disbelief, speechless for a moment. In her more than ten years of wandering the martial world, Duan Zhengchun was the only person who said she was kind and understood and protected her so well!

She even saw a heartache she had never felt before in Duan Zhengchun's eyes when he looked at her; no one had ever cared about her like this before!

In that instant, she felt a sudden warmth in her heart and was moved. Then, like a child caught stealing food by their parents, she turned her head away in a panic, afraid that others would see what she was thinking.

"You surnamed Duan! You've been hiding your true colors for a long time!"

"One day, I will kill you and Li Mochou to avenge my parents!"

Just then, Lu Wushuang suddenly ran out of the room crying, shouting loudly at Duan Zhengchun in the mourning hall, her bloodshot eyes filled with resentment.

But behind the resentment, there seemed to be a hint of jealousy, as she had overheard Duan Zhengchun's affectionate words to Li Mochou.

Cheng Ying followed behind, desperately pulling at the agitated Lu Wushuang, her face full of sorrow.

Upon hearing Lu Wushuang's words, Duan Zhengchun shook his head helplessly and gave a bitter smile, without even turning his head back.

He didn't take it to heart, because if it were him, he might have been even more insane than Lu Wushuang.

Li Mochou slowly turned around and looked at Lu Wushuang, who was struggling and screaming in the courtyard. She frowned slightly, as if she had been transported back to fifteen years ago.

When she was driven out of Lu Family Village, she looked almost exactly like Lu Wushuang now.

She heard Lu Wushuang's words, but she was not angry, nor did she have any more murderous intent. She slowly said, "This matter has nothing to do with Young Master Duan. If you want revenge, just come to me! You can come to Chixia Manor to find me anytime."

She finally learned Duan Zhengchun's surname, but that was all. As for Duan Zhengchun's identity and background, she still knew nothing. But even so, this man who was both an enemy and a friend had been deeply imprinted in her heart.

"According to our agreement, I helped you kill Lu Zhanyuan and his wife. Shouldn't this matter end here?"

"Don't involve any other innocent people. If you still want to kill their daughters, I will definitely stop you."

"I don't want you to live in the shadow of the past. You shouldn't have to bear the blame for other people's mistakes."

Duan Zhengchun gazed at Li Mochou with deep affection, his voice incredibly gentle.

Li Mochou shook her head and murmured, "It's all over. Because of him, I've wasted fifteen years of my life. It will never happen again."

Perhaps it was because Lu Zhanyuan died, or perhaps it was because of Duan Zhengchun's appearance, that she finally let go of the hatred that had been buried for fifteen years.

After saying that, she felt much lighter. Looking back on everything that had happened over the past fifteen years, she felt immense regret and felt that she hadn't lived up to her expectations.

Upon hearing Li Mochou's reply, Duan Zhengchun smiled happily; he was genuinely happy for Li Mochou.

"What's your name? You're not still hiding your identity, are you?"

Li Mochou looked at Duan Zhengchun and asked softly, a relaxed and kind smile appearing on her lips.

"You can call me Duan Feng, the dashing and romantic Feng, a wanderer of the martial world who imagines himself as a free spirit, yet hates evil and kills without blinking an eye."

"You can also call me Yin Zhiping, a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect who has broken the sect's rules, deviated from the norm, and is looking for the past."

Duan Zhengchun smiled and hesitated before slowly answering.

Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's answer, Li Mochou couldn't help but show a hint of surprise, because she had never imagined that Duan Zhengchun would actually be a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect.

How could someone who is frivolous and carries a gourd of wine be a disciple of the strict Quanzhen Sect?

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that she felt Duan Zhengchun was even more special at this moment, so special that she had never seen such a person in her more than ten years of wandering in the martial arts world.

She finally understood the meaning of Duan Zhengchun's words in the dilapidated temple: "For the sake of you being a disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect."

"I prefer the name Duan Feng."

Li Mochou paused for a moment, then said with a smile.

Duan Zhengchun stared intently at Li Mochou and chuckled, "Do you just like the name, or do you like Duan Feng as a person?"

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou blushed slightly, quickly avoiding Duan Zhengchun's burning gaze. She nervously swallowed and continued, "I'm going back to Chixia Manor. From now on, I will no longer concern myself with the affairs of the martial world. I'm very glad to have met you in Jiangnan this time."

Duan Zhengchun frowned, a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and hesitated before asking, "Since you've already let go, why go into seclusion?"

Li Mochou frowned and said softly, "These fifteen years have been too long and too tiring. I want to have some peace and quiet. Perhaps from now on I should live for myself again."

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun sighed, smiled, and nodded. He neither tried to dissuade nor stopped Li Mochou, even though he desperately wanted her to stay.

But perhaps this is the best choice for Li Mochou. Fifteen years of pent-up emotions cannot be let go of so easily; it requires time.

Immediately afterwards, Li Mochou bid farewell to Duan Zhengchun and left with her disciple Hong Lingbo.

Although she found Duan Zhengchun special, she didn't want to meet another Lu Zhanyuan. She had already been deceived once and would never easily believe a man's sweet talk again.

However, at that moment, a sudden gust of wind swept in, and then a tall, slender, and elegant old man appeared on the top of the wall, with his hands behind his back looking at the people in the courtyard. He was dressed in blue and looked like a scholar.

However, his strange movements and the gust of wind he created when he appeared told everyone present that this person was an extremely skilled master!

Upon seeing this person appear, Duan Zhengchun, who was watching Li Mochou leave, couldn't help but frown, because he could tell at a glance that this person's skill was even far superior to Qiu Chuji's!

"Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, the venerable Huang?!"

Just then, Wu Santong, who was standing in the courtyard, suddenly showed joy, took a few quick steps forward, and immediately clasped his hands in a salute.

The old man in blue looked down at Wu Santong and his eyes lit up. He raised his voice and said, "So you are a disciple of Master Yideng, the Southern Emperor. If I remember correctly, you are the Farmer among the four disciples of Fisherman, Woodcutter, Farmer, and Scholar, right?"

Wu Santong smiled and nodded, cupping his hands and saying, "I didn't expect you to remember me, senior. That's right, I am Wu Santong. Back when I was at the summit of Mount Hua, I was fortunate enough to witness your brilliance along with my master."

Duan Zhengchun frowned slightly, not expecting that this old man in green was actually Huang Yaoshi, one of the Five Greats of the World!

This was the second person among the Five Greats he had encountered, and a strange fighting spirit rose in his heart.

On his way to the Western Regions, he had a contest with Hong Qigong. At that time, he was no match for Hong Qigong. However, after a series of battles and practicing the Yi Jin Jing at Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions, he broke through to the seventh level of his innate skill. Now, his martial arts have reached a new level.

He really wanted to test how his martial arts skills compared to those of the Eastern Heretic!

"Haha, that was many years ago."

Huang Yaoshi stroked his beard, smiled, and said something that revealed a hint of wildness and unruliness in his words and actions.

"Why has Senior suddenly appeared at the Lu Family Manor?"

Wu Santong asked a question out of curiosity.

Huang Yaoshi slowly turned his head to look at Li Mochou standing in the courtyard. His face suddenly darkened, and he said coldly, "When I was passing through Jiangnan, I happened to hear that the Red Serpent Fairy Li Mochou had also arrived in Jiangnan. Moreover, she had massacred a caravan thirty miles away and injured the abbot of Yunqi Temple, Kumu."

"So I've been investigating her whereabouts for the past two days, and I finally learned that she's come to seek revenge on the Lu family manor! Since I've come across this, I have no choice but to get involved!"

"If we can take this opportunity to get rid of her, it would be like ridding the martial arts world of a scourge!"

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou's expression changed drastically!

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