Traveling through the heavens starts from practicing swords in the palace

Chapter 18

The rain finally fell.

The dark clouds that had accumulated for a long time brewed a torrential rainstorm.

In an instant, Lin Pingzhi and Rui'er were soaked through.

The wet clothes stick to the flesh, very sticky.

It was unspeakably irritating and uncomfortable.

Lin Pingzhi has no time to take care of this discomfort.

He said to Ruier behind him: "Ruier, the rain is too heavy."

"Let me find you a place to hide from the rain."

Rui'er heard what he meant, and said, "My lord, what about you?"

"Aren't you going to hide from the rain with me?"

"Are you still waiting for Qingcheng to send them to catch up?"

Lin Pingzhi sighed and said, "You are really smart, you can guess many things even if I don't tell you."

"Hey, I'm not trying to be brave and have to argue with that dwarf from the Qingcheng faction."

"It's just that I can't just run for my life and let the Fuwei Escort take care of me."

These days, Lin Zhennan and his wife doted on Lin Pingzhi so much that he developed feelings for him.

Back then when his martial arts were low, Lin Pingxia couldn't make up his mind to practice swords in the palace, so he had to run for his life alone.

Now that I have practiced the Sunflower Canon in my palace, I should try to save them.

Of course, the more important thing is that after saving Lin Zhennan and his wife and escaping from the Qingcheng faction, the system can be activated.

As an ordinary person who has traveled through time, he does not have the luck and courage of a real protagonist in a novel.

If you don’t have a system yet, you’ll need to create one.

What's more, they have already practiced the trial version of Sunflower Collection from the palace.

If you don't activate the system and practice it completely, it's really a loss to grandma's family.

Rui'er was only wearing a light silk dress, and after being wet by the rain, her figure was even more graceful and moving.

But at the same time, the coldness of the rain made her wet and couldn't help but chatter her teeth.

She reached out to brush away the water droplets that flowed into her eyes along her long hair.

Said at the same time: "Young Master, before going out, Rui'er told you that you are not afraid of danger."

"Just now, between life and death, Rui'er still advances and retreats with you."

"It's raining at this moment, why should I hide alone?"

Lin Pingzhi said: "Okay, then we will advance and retreat together, live and die together!"

After speaking, he gently pulled the rein, slowed down, and let the white horse walk slowly.

Rui'er didn't ask where her son was going next, she just hugged him tightly.

They had been galloping for almost half a day.

It's a long way from Fuwei Escort.

Now that Yu Canghai had chased him out, the remaining Qingcheng sect disciples would not have dared to attack the Lin family.

It can be regarded as another hour for Fuwei Escort.

It's just that Lin Zhennan and his wife are still in danger, so the task cannot be regarded as completed.

But it is not easy to save them from danger.

Lin Pingzhi rode forward slowly while lamenting that the start was unfavorable.

When will I be able to cheer up and pretend to be slapped in the face.

About half an hour later, the rain gradually subsided.

Rui'er sneezed softly, apparently catching a cold.

Lin Pingzhi reached into his arms and took out a silk scarf.

This scarf is placed close to the body and is not completely wet.

Originally, he was a straight man in his previous life, so he didn't wear a silk scarf.

But this thing looks gorgeous, and you can occasionally blow your nose to show off your wealth when you take it out, so I took it with me.

Pass the silk scarf to Rui'er.

Rui'er took the silk scarf and wiped Lin Pingzhi's head and body first.

Without hesitation, he stretched his hand into the place other than his head and body to dry himself.

Of course, other places refer to places like hands and feet.

Lin Pingzhi's man-made stuff is more realistic, so Rui'er didn't notice anything unusual.

Rui'er helped the young master finish wiping, and then dried her head, face and body with a silk scarf.

Never mind being dirty.

The water droplets on Lin Pingzhi's body were wiped dry, and he felt much more comfortable.

He sighed, and said: "Rui'er, if no one is chasing after you, it seems good to take you on a horseback ride like this."

Ruier was very happy to hear him say that.

He replied softly yes.

Lin Pingzhi said again: "It's a pity in this world, if the martial arts are not high, how can you stay out of it."

"Everyone wants to be proud and enjoy themselves."

"If you want to achieve the word "Xiaoyao", you need to have the support of strength after all."

Rui'er said: "Rui'er doesn't understand these things, but as long as the young master is happy and happy, Rui'er is naturally happy too."

Lin Pingzhi said: "Rui'er, you are really a treasure girl."

"In my past and present lives, I have never met a girl as cute as you."

"By the way, it's mild and rainy at this moment, which is suitable for Yiqing."

"Rui'er, can you sing a little song for me?"

As for the letter from the girl behind him, as long as the young master said it, that would be good.

Rui'er, who was destined to commit herself to a rich family when she was young, also knows a little tune.

Sure enough, he hummed a song softly.

Lin Pingzhi took it over and substituted it into his memory, knowing some Fujian folk songs himself.

What Rui'er is singing at the moment is not a local Fujian song.

It was a ditty that was popular at that time.

"Who are you busy with? It's fate."

"West Wind Stage Horse. Falling Moon Book Lamp."

"The blue sky and the road to Shu are difficult, but the red leaves and Wujiang are cold."

"The two words of merit and fame are frequently seen in the mirror, and the white hair of the stars is not forgiving."

"Diaoziling, Missing Jiying, laughing at me as wandering..."

A light wind blows.

The drizzle hits me.

The singing sound floated into Lin Pingzhi's ears gently.

Floating in the wind and rain.

This feeling, this scene, this song.

Lin Pingzhi listened to this little tune, and for some reason, he burst into tears.

Rui'er sensed the young master's mood change, stopped humming and said:
"Young master, why are you crying?"

"Is it because my song is too sad, do you want me to change it?"

Lin Ping was not fond of classical Chinese in his previous life.

In fact, the meaning of this song's lyrics is only roughly understood.

But it just happened to resonate, and I couldn't help crying.

He said: "Rui'er, I don't blame your song, it's my son who is in a fragile state of mind."

"In my previous life... Hey, I knew about reading and taking exams a few years ago, but I have never experienced this world."

"Now it's a matter of life and death, listening to you sing 'who is busy, is life'..."

"Hey, one's life is fate after all, wind and rain are unpredictable, good and bad are unpredictable, and the day and night are unpredictable."

"Why do you have to ask for something for yourself that you don't know who you are working hard for?"

Rui'er understood Lin Pingzhi's explanation.

But after all, she has been nurtured since childhood that she only needs to serve good people.

It's rare that Lin Pingzhi moans for nothing when he's full.

So she just said: "Sir, Rui'er doesn't understand any big principles."

"It's just that Rui'er knows that there is a word called 'satisfaction and happiness'."

"If we don't think about it so much, maybe we will be happier."

Lin Pingzhi hummed, feeling that what Ruier said made sense.

Although he was around 20 years old before and after time travel, it was a critical moment of life and death.

It is inevitable that I have some emotions about my past life.

Reminiscing about the phrase "Two words of fame and fame are often seen in the mirror, and the white hair is not forgiving.", I couldn't help but sighed again.

At this moment, the sound of horseshoes came from behind.

Lin Pingzhi turned his white horse around and looked directly at the men and horses of the Qingcheng faction rushing towards him.

Lin Pingzhi, who was still in a fragile state of mind just now, lamenting that the impermanence of life is fate, his eyes became firm.

Even a little cruel.

It's one thing to be sad, but if someone really provokes them, then naturally you can't be soft-hearted.

To be content and happy, to be free and unrestrained, after all, is just wishful thinking to give your life to others.

Only by being the strongest person in this world can you be proud of yourself.

(End of this chapter)