Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Duan Zhengchun immediately led Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying downstairs, rode a white horse and drove a carriage to quickly chase after the direction where Huang Yaoshi had disappeared.

Half an hour later, the three of them finally found Huang Yaoshi on a hillside ten miles outside the city.

"It seems we've found it."

Duan Zhengchun dismounted and came to Huang Yaoshi's side. He looked in the direction Huang Yaoshi was looking and then said something indifferently.

On one side of the mountain road in the distance, a wild inn was emitting wisps of smoke, and there were more than a dozen horses parked in the courtyard. Although they were some distance away, Duan Zhengchun could tell at a glance that the horses were of good quality!

"I told you, they can't escape my grasp!"

Huang Yaoshi spoke slowly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

At this moment, another cry came from overhead, and the white eagle reappeared in Duan Zhengchun's sight. After circling twice, it turned around and flew away from the post station.

"I didn't expect you to know the White Eagle Tracking Technique!"

Duan Zhengchun looked at the post station in the distance and said something in surprise.

“I placed the Spirit-Chasing Amber on that group of people. That thing releases a peculiar scent that humans can’t smell, but it can’t escape the white eagle’s nose.”

"Now that we've confirmed they're at the post station, let's not wait any longer. Didn't you want to see them for yourself?"

Huang Yaoshi smiled and explained, then walked straight toward the desolate inn, already three zhang away in a single step.

Duan Zhengchun nodded, remounted his horse, waved to Cheng Ying who was driving the carriage, and quickly followed.

Before long, the four of them entered the inn together and, at the waiter's invitation, chose an empty table to sit down.

There weren't many guests in the inn. Apart from the people Huang Yaoshi was tracking, there were only a few scattered guests. As Duan Zhengchun and his group entered, everyone's eyes turned to them.

The group of people who had been chased by Huang Yaoshi for seven days and seven nights all changed their expressions instantly when they saw Huang Yaoshi suddenly appear in the inn. Some of them gripped their weapons tightly, and their expressions were solemn.

However, Huang Yaoshi acted as if nothing had happened, ignoring those people completely. He smiled and asked the waiter for some simple food and wine, and continued drinking with Duan Zhengchun.

Duan Zhengchun squinted and secretly glanced at the group. From their clothing and facial features, he could tell that some of them were disguised Mongol soldiers, while others were martial arts figures from the Central Plains.

The Mongol army had been eyeing the Song Dynasty's borders covetously, while these martial arts figures from the Central Plains had let the wolves into the house, colluding with them, which filled Duan Zhengchun with disgust.

Seeing Huang Yaoshi chatting and laughing, the middle-aged man disguised as a Mongol Tartar, who was the leader of the group, winked at his companions. Then, he silently placed the money for the wine on the table and led everyone to get up and leave.

To escape!

"Where are we going? Why are we in such a hurry to leave?"

Just then, Huang Yaoshi, who was holding a wine cup, suddenly spoke.

The dozen or so people who had already reached the door stopped abruptly, gripping their weapons tightly, many with sweat beading on their foreheads.

"Senior, it was just a rude remark followed by an insult. Why hold onto it and keep tracking us all the way here?"

"Besides, that person has already been killed by you, senior!"

The middle-aged man at the head of the group spoke in a low, somewhat broken Mandarin voice.

Although he spoke with great bravado, a deep sense of apprehension was clearly revealed in his eyes.

"I haven't shown myself for several days now. You've killed two people a day; you owe me several lives, don't you?"

As he spoke, Huang Yaoshi slowly turned to face the group, blatantly holding up one finger and counting, "One, two, three... nine, ten..."

“You don’t have enough people left; they should all be dead by now.”

But just as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly threw a short knife, which struck Huang Yaoshi in the face. At the same time, he shouted and quickly led more than a dozen of his men out of the post station.

Huang Yaoshi snorted coldly, easily caught the short knife flying towards him, and threw it back!

The last person running had no time to react and was stabbed in the back by a short knife, collapsing to the ground!

"Killing!"

Several individual customers, along with the shopkeeper and his staff, screamed and hid, their faces turning pale instantly.

At the same time, Huang Yaoshi rushed out like lightning and engaged the group in combat. He had already knocked down two of them in the first exchange!

Duan Zhengchun turned around, glanced at Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying, picked up his sword, and followed them out.

In the courtyard, Huang Yaoshi fought alone against more than a dozen enemies, strolling leisurely, and no one could get close to him.

Perhaps knowing that no one could stop Huang Yaoshi, the middle-aged man in the lead seized the opportunity, quickly untied a horse, and rushed towards the gate!

Duan Zhengchun narrowed his eyes, then suddenly leaped up and flashed through the crowd like a ghost, leaving a trail of blood and desperate screams that echoed through the sky!

In the blink of an eye, Duan Zhengchun had already rushed to the gate, then leaped into the air and instantly swung his sword!

With a piercing sword cry, the middle-aged man fell straight to the ground, and his horse also collapsed, its head sliced ​​off in half!

The middle-aged man clutched his sword, which had been severed by a single strike, and stared in terror at Duan Zhengchun, who stood like a god of death blocking the entrance. His eyes were filled with fear.

Seeing the middle-aged man being knocked off his horse, two of his men abandoned their attack on Huang Yaoshi and charged at Duan Zhengchun with shouts, their long swords slashing fiercely at Duan Zhengchun's waist and neck!

Duan Zhengchun remained expressionless, then suddenly activated the device again, simultaneously swinging the broken sword in his hand!

In the blink of an eye, Duan Zhengchun had already slipped between the two men. The two men were already slumped forward, their heads rolling directly to the ground.

The middle-aged man, half-lying on the ground, stared wide-eyed at Duan Zhengchun in disbelief, his eyes filled with terror.

He originally thought the old man behind him was not to be trifled with, but he never expected that the young man in front of him wielding a broken sword was the most terrifying one!

"Who the hell are you?!"

As Duan Zhengchun slowly walked towards him, the middle-aged man nervously swallowed and questioned him with trembling lips.

Duan Zhengchun remained silent, his two murderous eyes fixed on the middle-aged man.

Meanwhile, Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying had also joined the battle and eliminated all the remaining enemies!

"Who are you? Where are you going? What are you going to do?!"

Duan Zhengchun stared expressionlessly into the middle-aged man's eyes, his voice icy.

The middle-aged man frowned, looking nervously at Duan Zhengchun. Although he was terrified, he didn't say a word.

Duan Zhengchun narrowed his eyes and swung his broken sword again!

A sharp sword aura instantly severed the middle-aged man's legs! Blood spurted from the wounds!

"what!"

"I...I am a Mongolian military officer, ordered to go to Lin'an..."

"Please, don't kill me..."

Faced with the merciless Duan Zhengchun, the middle-aged man dared not be negligent any longer. He clutched the wounds on his feet and spoke in a trembling voice.

"Lin'an City?!"

Upon hearing the name "Lin'an," Huang Yaoshi, who was not far away, hurried over and looked solemnly at the middle-aged man struggling in pain on the ground.

Is there a problem with Lin'an City?

Duan Zhengchun hesitated, then looked at Huang Yaoshi and asked, puzzled.

"That's the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty! He's a Mongol military officer, leading so many people to Lin'an—does his purpose even need to be explained?!"

"It seems that the Mongol Empire will soon turn its attention to the Song Dynasty!"

Huang Yaoshi frowned and gave a serious explanation.

Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun's face grew even colder. In his previous life, the Song court was still the Northern Song Dynasty and did not know that Lin'an City was now the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Taking so many people to Lin'an City could very well be to gather intelligence! Or even worse, to assassinate Song Dynasty officials and create internal strife!

Having figured all this out, Duan Zhengchun didn't hesitate for a moment. He swung his broken sword and ended the middle-aged man's life!

Huang Yaoshi frowned slightly as he looked at Duan Zhengchun's ruthless attack, and said softly, "Brother Yin seems to have a deep grudge against these Mongol Tartars?"

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