Quick Travel: Love will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword

The camera moves forward at dozens of times. After a natural disaster, the entire Blue Star is rebuilt.

Human beings who have survived natural disasters finally know the importance of caring for nature and maintaining world peace.

The population has dropped sharply, and too-high floors and buildings have gradually been abandoned. Science is still progressing, but human living habits are vaguely on par with those of more than a hundred years ago.

"It's nine o'clock. We must go to bed so late!" A mother in her thirties nodded her little daughter's nose: "Sir Shen Yue said that going to bed early and getting up early is beneficial to the awakening of our powers. Sleeping too late is too late. It will affect the intellectual development of our brains, do you understand?"

The little girl who was originally pouting and unhappy suddenly became well-behaved and said, "I'm going to sleep now."

Qi Zhen came back from outside, and the little girl jumped up to him happily: "Dad is back, can you tell me a story today? I also want to hear the story about how you and Lord Shen Yue fought side by side against zombies."

Qi Zhen raised his daughter high and spun her around in a circle, then walked towards the bedroom: "Okay, okay, little Yue, daddy will tell you later, where did he talk about last time?"

The woman looked at the backs of her husband and daughter gently, shook her head and smiled, her thoughts seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago.

At that time, I was still young and immature, and I had been protected by Lord Shen Yue. If it hadn't been for Lord Shen Yue, I probably wouldn't have had the chance to get together with such an excellent husband and give birth to such a lovely daughter.

The girl exclaimed in a childish voice: "Really, Dad...it's so amazing..."

"Master Shen Yue is even more powerful, and that time..."

Zhang Luojia closed the screen. She originally thought that Shen Yue would get together with Qi Zhen. After all, she had heard from Peng Shanshan that in the first life, Qi Zhen was deeply in love with Shen Yue and his wife, and their love was unwavering.

However, her choice had nothing to do with him, so Zhang Luojia immediately threw the thought behind him.

Enter the mission world again.

Zhang Luojia's body sank, and his soul entered a strange body.

There was a shaking underneath her body, as if she were riding a carriage, and her whole body was about to fall apart - this should be the fatigue of the original owner.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that in the small wooden space, the curtains of the two small windows swayed slightly with the bumps. The brocade quilt and fur were spread under me, and the burning incense burner on the couch was exuding a dense fragrance, which was a bit pungent. nose.

"Miss, are you awake?"

A soft voice sounded timidly in his ears. Zhang Luojia followed the sound, and there was a little maid behind him.

The skinny girl, who looked to be eleven or twelve years old, was looking at herself timidly. When she saw herself looking at her, she lowered her head in panic.

No, the original owner of this body is some kind of monster or ugly. Is this little girl so scared?

Zhang Luojia, who didn't know the plot, didn't say anything, so he just answered with a "hmm".

"Where are you? How long will it take?"

The little girl stammered nervously: "Still...and...we will be at Huangjue Temple in half an hour."

Zhang Luojia didn't say anything, Huangjue Temple...

It doesn't sound like an ordinary temple. In any ancient plane, those with emperor in their names are exclusive to the royal family. It seems that this body's family is not ordinary.

She didn't speak, and the little maid didn't dare to speak. For a while, except for the crack of the driver's whip from time to time and the grunting of the carriage wheels, it was quiet.

This was obviously not the best time to accept the memory of the original owner. Zhang Luojia sat up and gently lifted the small curtain.

There were several people dressed as martial artists in front and behind the carriage, following closely behind the carriage. Zhang Luojia noticed that these people had bulging temples and solid chassis. At first glance, they were people who had studied martial arts for many years and had real kung fu.

Yes, he knows martial arts, and his skills are not bad.

There were quite a few people walking to the outskirts, and most of them carried small baskets on their backs, containing some incense and tributes.

When they arrived at the place, the little maid got down first, then put down her pedals and reached out to help her: "Miss, please slow down."

Zhang Luojia ignored her and fell down lightly while holding on to the carriage. His movements were light and his skirt didn't make too much of a ripple.

"I'm tired, go find me a quieter room to rest."

If this little girl is so afraid of the original owner, then the original owner's temper will definitely not be much better. Zhang Luojia improvised,

"promise."

A steward agreed in a deep voice, walked quickly forward, handed over the post, muttered a few words, and led a young novice over.

"Female donor, please come this way."

The little novice monk silently led Zhang Luojia and his entourage to a courtyard with eyes, nose, nose, and heart, then recited Buddhist words and returned the same way.

Zhang Luojia sent the little maid to catch up and give him the silver reward, saying: "I'm going to have a headache right now. No matter who comes, I won't see you. Don't disturb me. Everyone can go and rest."

Everyone didn't seem surprised, and they packed up in an orderly manner after answering.

Zhang Luojia closed the door and sat cross-legged on the couch. While practicing the Heart Sutra, he began to accept the memory of the original owner.

The original owner Gao Baozhu was the direct sister of Gao Zhenjiang, the second-rank general of the dynasty. Although...

The plot is a bit too long, so Zhang Luojia had the patience to read it.

Sixteen years ago, the world was in chaos. The tyrant was tyrannical and immoral, listening to the villain's slander, tyrannizing, amassing wealth, and building palaces. He only cared about personal enjoyment and ignored the life and death of the people. The people lamented and complained that the people were in dire straits, so heroes from all over the country rose up in rebellion.

Chaos began the year Gao Baozhu first came out, and this chaos lasted for thirteen years.

In the seventh year of the war, Gao Baozhu, because his family was so poor that he had no food to eat, sold a sack of corn to a wealthy local merchant family and worked as a maid for the lady in charge. Even with this food, Gao's father and mother could not do anything. Survive that cold winter.

Gao Zhenjiang buried his parents on two shabby mats, went to the merchant to visit his sister, and tied a small comb made of animal bones with a hemp rope and gave it to her.

"Baozhu, don't blame your parents. They are not willing to sell you, but they are more afraid that you will starve to death. It took a long time to find such a good family. At least you can have a stutter."

Gao Zhenjiang reluctantly stroked his little sister's hair, which was sparse due to malnutrition, and said calmly: "My parents have gone, the imperial court's military recruitment order has come down again, and my brother has reached his age. I'm afraid I won't be able to escape this time." , in the future...if my brother is still alive, he will definitely come back to pick you up, if..."

When Gao Zhenjiang said this, he closed his eyes tightly and suppressed the wetness in his eyes: "If my brother can't come back, I will leave this as a thought for you."

Seven-year-old Gao Baozhu never complained about her parents for selling her. She knew it was their parents' good intentions. There was really not a grain of rice left in the house, and even the grass roots nearby had been eaten clean.

After hearing that her parents had gone to the west, she felt even sadder. She covered her mouth and cried softly while holding back her grief.