Traveling through the heavens starts from practicing swords in the palace

Chapter 80
Lin Pingzhi does not agree with the Buddhist theory of dharma.

But things have come to this point, and I can only use this theory to make myself think about it.

He vaguely felt in his heart that Mrs. Baihua must have a huge conspiracy behind her scheming methods.

Letting her get Zong Ning's skills and the Lin family's evil sword manual this time is by no means a good thing for this Jianghu martial arts world.

Of course, although Lin Pingzhi is not considered a bad person, after all, he does not have the compassion of a generation of heroes.

The rivers and lakes are too big to manage so much.

In his heart, he put Mrs. Baihua into the blacklist, and if he meets an enemy in the future, he will fight to the death.

Lin Pingzhi stayed in the South Shaolin Temple for a few more days, and his strength gradually recovered.

Fortunately, Mrs. Baihua didn't seem to think highly of his power, so she didn't use Beiming divine power to absorb it.

A few days later, he couldn't stand the bland food and oppressive atmosphere in the temple, so he had the idea of ​​leaving the temple again.

With an enemy like Mrs. Baihua, he was determined not to take Rui'er with him this time.

Lin Zhennan supported his son to go out of the temple. After all, if a man spends his whole life living under someone else's roof, he is too useless.

Although Mrs. Lin was extremely opposed, she had no choice but to bid farewell to Rui'er with tears in her eyes.

So after a failed attempt, Lin Pingzhi changed his posture and started his second trip to the rivers and lakes.

He didn't have any place to go, so he wanted to see if the people from Huashan, Xuanmiao Temple, and Songshan sect who had been looking for him more than ten days ago were still there.

After leaving the pass and descending the Jiulian Mountains, I was shocked to find that there were no horses.

Poor Xiaobai should still be in that inn. I don't know if he died of starvation or was stolen by the rest of the inn.

But he didn't rush anyway, he just walked slower if he didn't have a horse, and he just bought another horse when there was a market in the town ahead.

After tossing around for a couple of months, it is already summer in June, the sun is in the sky, and the heat is unbearable.

Although Lin Pingzhi's internal strength is quite good, he is not afraid of cold and heat, but after all, he feels a little uncomfortable being exposed to the sun.

We walked to the foot of the mountain, sat down in the pavilion set up by a small businessman, and drank a pot of herbal tea.

While drinking tea and resting, a person came over and asked, "Is the uncle Lin Pingzhi's Mr. Lin?"

Lin Pingzhi smiled wryly in his heart, last time he rode for a few miles before he set up wires to block his way, how could he be recognized right after he went down the mountain this time.

Could it be that these people are not even afraid of the South Shaolin Temple, and dare to come to the foot of the mountain to make trouble?

He clenched his fists and said coldly: "I am Lin Pingzhi, what? Do you want my evil sword manual?"

I made up my mind that as soon as the other party showed a little hostility, I would immediately draw my sword and kill him.

After Mrs. Baihua's incident, he decided to be more ruthless and merciless.

The man saw the murderous intent on Lin Pingzhi's face, he quickly took two steps back, and said in a trembling voice, "What sword manual? My lord, someone asked me to transfer something to you."

At this time, Lin Pingzhi also saw that the man in front of him had loose eyes and was standing frivolously, he didn't look like a martial artist, so he secretly mocked himself as a shadow of a snake.

Asked: "Oh? Who asked you to transfer something to me? And what is it?"

The man said: "Young master, follow me to the back."

Lin Pingzhi held the Chengying Sword tightly, thinking: "Could it be that this person was entrusted by others to trick me into their trap."

"Hey, I'll go with you, just be careful. If there aren't many people in ambush, I'll teach you all a lesson. If there are too many of you, I'll turn around and run away."

With a plan in his mind, he followed the man to the back of the shed, but found no one in ambush behind him.

There was only a white horse tied up impressively.

It was Xiaobai, the famous pony who followed him to the South Shaolin Temple and then disappeared in the inn.

When Xiaobai saw Lin Pingzhi, he also recognized him as the master, and cheered a few times.

Lin Pingzhi asked the man, "Who entrusted you to transfer this horse to me?"

The man replied: "It's a very beautiful woman, she looks very gentle, and her voice is so soft and pleasant that anyone who listens will be melted away."

"She gave me 50 taels of silver more than ten days ago, and told me to take good care of this white horse, and also described your appearance, Mr. Lin."

"She said that you will come down from the mountain in about ten days, let me wait for you here, and give you this white horse when I see you."

Lin Pingzhi did not expect that Mrs. Baihua would be so considerate. Not only did she send her own people back to the South Shaolin Temple more than ten days ago, she even delivered horses to her door.

He thought to himself: "Well, I originally decided to stab ten holes in her body next time we meet."

"For the sake of the horse, let's just stab her nine times."

Lin Pingzhi rode on the white horse and said, "Brother, the 50 taels of silver is quite easy to earn."

The man smiled, a little naively.

Lin Pingzhi rode on his horse, sped away, and said, "Brother, so you can pay for the herbal tea for me, otherwise I feel unbalanced because you got the money too easily."

The man watched Lin Pingzhi ride away and murmured: "See, this young master is not a man without money. How can he take advantage of a pot of herbal tea?"

Although he is not afraid of walking, no one wants to walk when there is a horse riding.

Lin Pingzhi felt playful, and he couldn't stop waving his horsewhip to urge the white horse to go faster.

After all, it is a good horse, leaping more than ten feet, like riding a cloud and fog.

Riding on the horse, Lin Pingzhi felt the scenery whizzing by on both sides, and the gust of wind blowing on his face. He was indescribably comfortable.

After a while, he passed through the small town where the inn was plotted against by Mrs. Baihua, and walked three or four miles to another village.

Lin Pingzhi followed the directions given by Yue Lingshan that day, and found the private house where she was staying. After asking, he found out that she had left a few days ago.

Lin Pingzhi was just trying his luck, a little resigned.

If you really want to join the Huashan Sect, you can go there by yourself.

So he didn't take it seriously, and wanted to go to the Sanqing Palace that Xuanmiao Guanxuanzhen said that day to see if he was still there.

As soon as he got on his horse, a beggar stood in front of him, and said in a weak voice, "Master, please do me a favor, I haven't eaten for a few days."

Most beggars always say that there is no other misery in the world, and they haven't eaten for three days.

Lin Pingzhi saw that he had arms and legs, and he was carrying three sacks, so he knew he was a disciple of the Beggar Gang, and said with a smile:

"Brother, I see that you are very angry. It seems that you just ate three bowls of rice at noon. It doesn't look like you are starving."

The beggar wondered how the young master could see that he was full at noon.

I can't help but sigh that the world is getting worse, this seemingly silly and unworldly young master is so vigilant, and it seems that he can't be too full after begging in the future.

Lin Pingzhi said: "But, brother, if you want money, there is nothing you can do..."

Hearing this, the beggar hurriedly said: "If you can give me some broken silver, the beggar will be very grateful."

As he spoke, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed twice.

Seeing his dedication, Lin Pingzhi admired him a little, and said, "I didn't give you the money."

"Dude, do you know someone named Ling Chang in your gang?"

"As long as you bring me a message to him, I promise he will reward you ten taels of silver."

"Just tell him that there is a man named Lin Pingzhi who wants to spread the news that Mrs. Baihua of the Baihua Valley has snatched the Lin family's evil sword manual."

"In the future, anyone who wants to get the evil sword manual can ask Mrs. Baihua."

(End of this chapter)