Chapter 84 Encounter in the Rain
Zhao Yushu naturally didn't know that he was being targeted. It was because he had traveled through time for too short a time. Although he had a certain understanding of the evil in this world, nothing had ever really happened to him. Even the disaster of the ghost Buddha, which almost cost him his life, was borne solely by Bujie.
Therefore, even if he knew how low a person's moral bottom line could be in order to achieve his own goals, he still could not form a natural vigilance.
Zhao Yushu took out the map given by his senior brother from his arms, looked at the places marked on it, and couldn't help but slap his thigh: "Damn, what a coincidence, isn't it."
Among the cities on the map that the senior brother asked him to visit along the way, Nanyang happened to be one of them.
However, the place he was going to was not the Nanyang Zhang family, but the Nanyang Academy. Also, as a representative of the top academic research institute of the world's top 1 university, he would definitely go to colleges and universities in various places. Unless an old professor retired and went home, no ordinary family would be worthy of allowing a candidate for the Sixth Master of Tianji Pavilion to visit him.
Well, I'm afraid I'll have to meet that unlucky pair of brothers again on the road. I hope they won't pester me for things anymore. I'm not short of money.
After walking for a while, the sky was slowly filled with dark clouds, and after a while, a sparse rain began to fall.
At this time, we can see how little Zhao Yushu, a modern man, knows about the ancient times. If the ancients wanted to go on a long journey, a bamboo hat and a raincoat were almost necessary, but Zhao Yushu could only get wet in the rain.
Zhao Yushu was speechless as he looked at the motionless rain clouds in the sky and the increasingly muddy dirt road. He tried to use his spiritual power to spread throughout his body to block the rain. Well, it worked, but it was a bit wasteful and eye-catching. Moreover, it couldn't solve the nauseating feeling of "puffing" when he stepped on it.
Zhao Yushu looked around and saw no one, so he decisively released his spiritual power to block the rain. Fortunately, Madam Xu and Chengying were very helpful, so he didn't have to worry about running out of spiritual power for a while. As for being eye-catching, should I be afraid of that with my disaster-attracting physique?
It's amazing. I'm a cultivator, but I'm so embarrassed by a mere rain. I should have read up on engineering knowledge before traveling through time. I don't want to use a musket, but at least I can get a plan for making cement.
Fortunately, the official road is usually visited by many people, so it is compacted to a certain extent. If you walk carefully, you can still avoid the mud.
After walking in the rain for half an hour, they heard the sound of carriages behind them. Zhao Yushu moved to the side of the road, and four or five carriages lined up and slowly passed by.
A dozen strong men in straw raincoats and carrying swords on horseback followed the convoy. When they noticed Zhao Yushu, who was full of intelligence, although they did not make any extra movements, their muscles were tense, as if they were ready to draw their swords at any time.
Zhao Yushu looked at the convoy. There were no flags, so it didn't look like a escort vehicle. There were also whispers coming from inside the vehicles. They should be the family of a wealthy family. Zhao Yushu didn't use his spiritual power to listen to what they were saying. With his trouble-making physique, it would be better for him to avoid doing things that could easily cause misunderstandings.
The convoy slowly disappeared in the rain, and Zhao Yushu breathed a sigh of relief.
But after taking a few steps, the sound of horse hooves rang out from the front. Zhao Yushu couldn't help scratching his head. I hope they are coming for me.
A rider rushed over on horseback. Judging from his attire, he should be one of the guards of the convoy.
The man stopped his horse in front of Zhao Yushu, seeming a little hesitant, but seeing Zhao Yushu staring at him with wide eyes, he still spoke: "Sir, my master said that the rain is heavy and the road is slippery. If you are willing, I can give you a ride and drink some warm wine in the car to relieve your fatigue."
Oh, there is such a good thing. If you have a ramen head and a wooden sculpture in your hand and say that a sip of wine will not harm anyone, should I learn from a young man holding a bamboo sword and say: I can't afford it.
"I appreciate your kindness, but I'm sorry to bother you as we just met. Please thank your master for me." Haha, there may be kind-hearted people who don't give up, but there are not many such good monks. Most of them are like the Zhang brothers who have ulterior motives towards you.
Upon hearing this, the rider said nothing and immediately turned his horse around and went back.
Zhao Yushu hesitated for a moment, then immediately used the technique of Fleeting Light and Shadow. His entire body turned into a phantom and he caught up with the convoy in just a few breaths.
Zhao Yushu didn't go to say hello, but turned around, went around through the fields nearby, and then ran wildly in the rain.
With his current spiritual power reserves, he can perform the Shadow Step for a full half hour while blocking the rain, and he is not afraid of running out of spiritual power.
Spring rain is the most continuous and will not stop for a while, but this is a good thing. With such rain, the harvest of crops this year will be good.
In the rear convoy, the rider rode his horse to the window of the second car and reported with a bow: "Miss, the man refused."
"Forget it then."
No other words came from the car. The rider clasped his fists again and rode forward.
"Miss, what's so special about that man? I think he looks ordinary." In the carriage, a woman was lazily lying on a soft couch, and a girl who looked like a maid was massaging her legs.
"There's nothing special about it. It's just that a cultivator of the first level of heaven is so extravagant as to use his spiritual power to block the rain. I don't know if he's stupid or showing off. I just think it's a little interesting. But when you're out and about, it's better to help as much as you can. Maybe one day it will be a good fate for you. As for appearance, why bother about it?"
The girl curled her lips and thought to herself that if he really was a sloppy man with an enviable look, it would be strange for you to pay attention to him.
"But Miss, he didn't appreciate your cordial invitation and would rather travel in the rain. He is such a strange man."
"There are very few monks in this world. Who doesn't think they are gifted? It's normal to have some weird personalities."
The woman picked up the wine pot warmed in the stove and took a sip directly from it: "It's a pity that he is not lucky enough to enjoy this pot of good wine."
Zhao Yushu suddenly felt a little regretful. After half an hour, the rain had not stopped. Although the weather was not cold, there was still a chill mixed with the rain, making him feel uncomfortable all over.
I had to keep half of my spiritual energy just in case and couldn't run anymore. Fortunately, a post station finally appeared in front of me (it was called a post station in the Tang Dynasty, but we are just imaginary here, so we will ignore it and just call it a post station).
Zhao Yushu rushed into the post station, where many people were already taking shelter from the rain. Although post stations were generally used by the imperial court and outsiders were not allowed to enter, it was not known whether the law was relaxed or the postmaster was kind-hearted, but when they saw Zhao Yushu coming, someone immediately welcomed him in and served him a bowl of hot water.
"It's cold on a rainy day, sir, drink a bowl of hot water to warm yourself up, be careful not to catch a cold."
"Thank you, old man. Are you the postmaster?"
Zhao Yushu took the tea bowl and thanked him sincerely.
"Haha, the postmaster is not here at the moment, so I will just do the cleaning. Young master, go to the stove and dry your clothes first. Eh?" The old man looked at Zhao Yushu's clean clothes and was stunned: "You are, the immortal?"
The old man had worked at the post station all his life and was well-informed, so he did not lose his composure.
"The cultivation is very low, not worth mentioning."
Zhao Yushu said a few humble words and walked to a fire with the bowl in his hand. There were already a few people sitting there, and judging by their clothes, they were all traveling merchants.
Seeing him coming, several people immediately made room for him to sit.
Zhao Yushu thanked him with a smile, sat down on the spot and joined the group of people chatting nonsense. Well, it felt like the green train in his previous life.
The conversation was nothing more than the recent market conditions in several towns and cities, and occasionally a chat about the military conflict with the Liao Kingdom, or the romantic affairs of a retired official. The room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
Until the sound of horse hooves came;
"Where is the postmaster?"