Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Duan Zhengchun tilted his head back, took a sip of wine, and casually replied.

Lu Wushuang swallowed hard and slowly said, "Could you... not send us to the Ancient Tomb Sect?"

Duan Zhengchun frowned, put down his wine gourd, and turned to look at the silent Cheng Ying. He then noticed that Cheng Ying immediately nodded at him, her eyes full of expectation.

"what happened?"

“You promised that before.”

Duan Zhengchun sized up the two of them and asked in a deep voice.

Lu Wushuang whispered, "We don't want to be separated from Brother Duan, but once we join the Ancient Tomb Sect, everything will have to be done according to the sect's rules. We'll lose our freedom, and it will be difficult to follow Brother Duan again..."

"Could...could you find us a place to stay on Zhongnan Mountain? We'll take care of ourselves!"

Duan Zhengchun frowned and said solemnly, "Do you know how big Zhongnan Mountain is? It's a desolate wilderness, often frequented by wild animals. Where can you go? What will I tell Master Lu if something happens to you?"

"Moreover, the reason I want to send you to the Ancient Tomb Sect is twofold: first, to give you a place to settle down and make a living; and second, to hope that you can study martial arts diligently so that you won't be left to sit and wait for death if you encounter something like the Lu Family Village again in the future."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wushuang moved her lips, her face showing difficulty, and then she hesitated before looking at Cheng Ying beside her.

Cheng Ying hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Brother Duan is highly skilled in martial arts. If you want us to become his disciples, you can teach both of us directly. We will definitely learn diligently."

Duan Zhengchun gave a wry smile and slowly said, "Does Miss Cheng mean that she wants to become my disciple?"

"No!..."

As soon as Duan Zhengchun finished speaking, the two of them suddenly refused in unison, then looked at each other and blushed slightly.

Seeing their flushed faces, Duan Zhengchun frowned and immediately understood everything.

"If you don't become my disciples, how can I teach you? I'm not that kind of person; I won't just teach martial arts to anyone I meet."

Duan Zhengchun pretended to be deep in thought as he spoke.

"That..."

“But I’m not much older than you. If you really call me master, wouldn’t that make me seem old? I’m not happy to hear that.”

Just as Lu Wushuang was about to speak, Duan Zhengchun interrupted her again.

Upon hearing this, Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying were at a loss. They looked at Duan Zhengchun with solemn expressions, not knowing what to do, and were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

Seeing their eager expressions, Duan Zhengchun chuckled inwardly and said calmly, "How about a compromise? Since Master is too old and Brother Duan is too unruly, how about you call me Master, Brother?"

Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's words, the two silently murmured "Master, Big Brother" while exchanging a glance and then immediately nodded.

Duan Zhengchun shook his head and smiled helplessly, then continued, "I can teach you martial arts, but as for whether you will join the Ancient Tomb Sect, we'll discuss that later. Anyway, Master Lu has already invited us to stay at Guiyun Manor for a few days, so you still have time to think it over."

Seeing that Duan Zhengchun had finally agreed to teach them martial arts, the two immediately nodded in agreement and beamed with joy.

...

Afternoon the next day.

Duan Zhengchun summoned Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying to his room once again.

"The sword technique I'm about to teach you is called the Spirit Butterfly Chasing the Moon Sword Technique. It's a sword technique that I spent an entire night refining and comprehending from my own sword techniques, and it's suitable for women to learn."

"Now I will teach you the mental techniques, incantations, and sword moves of this sword technique. Listen carefully..."

Seeing the two serious expressions on their faces, Duan Zhengchun immediately explained the entire Spirit Butterfly Chasing the Moon Sword Technique to them one by one.

The two listened and watched intently, even more so than when they were training with Lu Zhanyuan.

Half an hour later, Cheng Ying, who had already mastered the mental cultivation technique, began practicing with her sword in the backyard. Her graceful figure darted and moved nimbly in the yard, her swordsmanship agile and her clothes fluttering.

Duan Zhengchun stood at the door, looking at Cheng Ying in the courtyard, a faint smile on his lips, nodding repeatedly.

It must be said that Cheng Ying's aptitude was quite good, even surpassing many disciples in the Quanzhen Sect.

Lu Wushuang could only sit on a recliner, pouting and helplessly watching her cousin practicing swordsmanship outside the door, her brows furrowed with disappointment.

Because Duan Zhengchun was invited to stay at Guiyun Manor for a few days, he re-set Lu Wushuang's injured leg last night, so Lu Wushuang is currently recuperating and cannot get out of bed.

Actually, if it weren't for the need to treat Lu Wushuang's leg, he probably wouldn't have agreed to stay.

"Don't rush. Once you're healed, you'll be able to practice naturally. In martial arts, you can't expect instant results. Comprehension is the most basic thing, and then comes daily improvement."

Duan Zhengchun noticed Lu Wushuang's dejected expression and offered a comforting word with a smile.

"Oh..."

Lu Wushuang nodded with a bitter face, though she agreed verbally, her eyes were full of envy.

"Alright, don't feel aggrieved. I admit that I forced you to treat your injury, but if you don't get treatment soon, you might really be crippled."

"What if he really becomes lame? How will he ever get married?"

Duan Zhengchun chuckled and made a joke.

"I don't want to get married! I just want to..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wushuang hurriedly looked up at Duan Zhengchun and argued loudly, but she stopped halfway through her sentence, her face instantly turning red.

Seeing Lu Wushuang's shy expression, Duan Zhengchun couldn't help but feel affection for her. He smiled and reached out to pat Lu Wushuang's head, without saying anything more.

Lu Wushuang shrank her neck, her face turning even redder, and she nervously swallowed.

For three consecutive days, Cheng Ying diligently practiced according to Duan Zhengchun's instructions, without interruption, and her skills have improved significantly since then.

Even Lu Guanying and his wife were full of praise when they saw this sword technique, and they admired Duan Zhengchun to the point of prostration.

Duan Zhengchun sat at the stone table in the courtyard, watching Cheng Ying dance with her sword, a hint of admiration always on his lips.

Lu Wushuang sat dejectedly on the recliner next to her, glancing between her cousin's dashing figure and her own leg bound with bamboo planks, her heart filled with envy.

"Alright, Ying'er, you've been practicing for a whole hour. Come and rest for a while and have a cup of tea."

After a long while, Duan Zhengchun waved to Cheng Ying and then poured her a cup of tea.

Cheng Ying sheathed her sword, turned around, and approached with a smile. She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and looked at Duan Zhengchun expectantly. She whispered, "Master, how is it? Have you made any progress today compared to yesterday?"

Duan Zhengchun nodded with satisfaction and smiled, "Yes, although it's only a little bit, compared to your past self, Cheng Ying today is no longer the Cheng Ying of the past. Given time, she will surely make a name for herself!"

Upon hearing Duan Zhengchun's praise, Cheng Ying's face immediately lit up with a smile, feeling that all the hard work she had done these past few days had been worthwhile.

Seeing Duan Zhengchun's lavish praise and personal tea pouring, Lu Wushuang felt a mix of emotions, unable to express her bitterness.

"It seems like Shuang'er is sulking by herself again."

Duan Zhengchun turned his head and glanced at Lu Wushuang, who was pouting, and teased her with a smile.

"I don't!"

"Someone, I'm tired. Help me back to my room to rest!"

Lu Wushuang stubbornly said something, and then shouted at several servants who were waiting not far away, who were specifically ordered by Lu Guanying to be at his beck and call in the courtyard.

Soon, Lu Wushuang was carried into the room by several servants, who then slammed the door shut.

Looking at the closed door, Duan Zhengchun shook his head and sighed helplessly, saying nothing more.

Lu Wushuang was spoiled since childhood, and her personality was willful and impulsive. If she really wanted to make progress in martial arts, she would have to temper her personality, which is not something that can be achieved overnight.

"Master, please don't blame my cousin. She just talks faster than she thinks and lacks composure. She didn't mean it that way."

Cheng Ying hesitated for a moment, then bowed respectfully and explained softly.

"I know."

Duan Zhengchun smiled and nodded, without saying anything more.

...

After dinner that evening, Duan Zhengchun and Lu Guanying had a few drinks before returning to the backyard. However, as soon as he entered the backyard, he inadvertently discovered a figure moving around in Lu Wushuang's room, accompanied by occasional staggering noises.

Duan Zhengchun's expression changed slightly, and he immediately strode towards Lu Wushuang's room.

The moment he pushed open the door, he found Lu Wushuang standing on one foot, brandishing a sword in the room.

Upon seeing this, Duan Zhengchun's face instantly darkened.

Lu Wushuang also heard the sudden sound of the door opening. Turning around and seeing Duan Zhengchun, she froze, momentarily at a loss for what to do. She lost her footing and stumbled backward...