After eating, the thunderstorm almost stopped, Han Cheng packed up the package, rode out of the wine shop, and continued to move forward.

After the thunderstorm, the official road made of rammed earth is a little muddy and difficult to walk, the closer to the border of Guizhou and Guizhou, the more scarce pedestrians become, and the few that are occasionally seen are mostly first-class swordsmen from the rivers and lakes.

The sky was dark and gloomy, covered with clouds and mist, the water vapor was hazy, and the front was gray.

Han Cheng urged the horse to gallop when he suddenly saw a white thing passing by, almost crashing into his mount, the horse was frightened and neighed, braked suddenly, and suddenly stopped, and his hooves rose suddenly.

Han Chengjing, who was on the horse, shrugged at this moment, and his body bounced off the horse, and he was about to be thrown off the horse.

In a hurry, he firmly grasped the horse's reins with both hands, and then sank into the dantian, and his legs suddenly forced, and once again tightly clamped the horse's belly, which turned the corner.

After sitting for a moment, Wu Zi was stunned, and when he looked up, he saw that the white thing that had just crossed the road was now parked in a bush not far away.

When I rode in on my horse, I saw that it was a fox with a soft and snow-white coat, curled up and shivering, with an arrow stuck in its calf, and bleeding.

"Hey, it's a little fox that was wounded? This fox has been hit by an arrow, is there anyone trying to hunt for its fur?"

The little white fox seemed to be seriously injured in the leg, it lay in the grass, trembling, when it raised its head timidly, it could see that there were some hazy eyes, there seemed to be tears looming, it was not flowing, it whispered and wailed, pitiful.

Han Cheng felt pity, turned over and dismounted, walked to the white fox, and saw that the white fox was still lying motionless in place, and did not flee in fright, but stared at him intently with small black eyes, the tip of the small pink nose trembled slightly, and a trace of panic and fear could be seen in his eyes, and it kept whispering, as if begging Han Cheng not to approach.

"Little white fox, I have no ill will towards you, you don't have to be nervous, and you don't have to be afraid. ”

Han Cheng didn't care whether the white fox understood his words or not, stretched out his hand, and suddenly hugged it into his arms, seeing that it was lying in his arms very tamely, without obvious rejection and resistance, just trembling all over, I don't know if it was because of serious injuries or because of fear.

Han Cheng stroked his palm, wanting to dispel the white fox's fear through a kind gesture, sure enough, after stroking for a while, the white fox finally stopped wailing, it gently "uh-huh" a few times, as if coquettish drilled into his arms, lowered his head, and licked Han Cheng's fingertips with the tip of his soft tongue, making him numb and itchy, and couldn't help but chuckle a few times.

"I'll help you pull out the arrow in your leg, it may be painful, bear with it a little!"

After speaking, he freed one hand, pumped hard, and pulled out the arrow, and the little white fox screamed in pain.

Han Cheng hurriedly took out some of the best gold sore ointment he had bought in the Fucheng pharmacy before leaving, and carefully applied it to its calf wound.

Then he took out another piece of gauze from the package he carried with him and bandaged the ointment-coated wound, which stopped the bleeding, and the little fox stopped calling and looked much more energetic.

"Little fox, that's all I can help you, and the rest is up to you. ”

After doing all this, Han Cheng lightly touched the tip of the little white fox's nose, laughed, turned around and returned to the mount, stepped on the stirrups, and jumped up.

Turning back to look at it again, he didn't hesitate any longer, and urged the horse to gallop away. Although there was a faint reluctance in his heart, he did not regret making this decision, this time he went to Fengdong Mountain to find Bai Yang Zhenren's entry secret "Bai Yang Illustrated", there must be many unknown risks along the way, and it was really inconvenient to take an injured fox with him.

In the thunderstorm, Han Cheng rushed for another two days and almost reached the foot of the mountains.

At this time, it was already dusk, the lead clouds in the air were rolling, the thunder was rolling, the lightning was rushing, the wind was howling, and the surrounding darkness was desolate, and there was silence.

Han Cheng rode his horse and walked slowly, and when he saw a canyon in front of him, he couldn't help but speed up his horse and head towards the canyon.

"There is no village in front of here, there is no shop behind, and I don't know if there is a wine shop or post station on the other side of the canyon for people to rest, this ghost weather, there is not even a figure for several miles. ”

Han Cheng withstood the howling wind and walked forward.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and my heart was getting heavier and heavier.

A flash of lightning struck through the dark and gloomy canyon.

Both sides are full of mountain rock cliffs dozens of zhang high, the cliffs are bare, almost no grass, which makes people feel very depressed.

"Drive! Drive......

Han Cheng's turban was flying, and the cyan robe on his body was blown by the strong wind, he just wanted to get out of this canyon quickly, and the horsewhip kept waving.

"Boom, boom!"

From time to time, a few lightning flashes flashed in the dim sky, like a silver snake dancing wildly, accompanied by the sound of rolling thunder.

The wind was getting stronger, and the towering canyon obscured the little light in the sky, and the surroundings were almost pitch black.

After the wind and thunder, a rainstorm came as scheduled, and the raindrops the size of beans fell on his clothes with a bang, and a stream of coolness penetrated through his clothes, and there was no dry piece on his body, like a chicken in soup.

Attacked by the cold and strong wind, Han Cheng sneezed several times in a row, and just as he was about to be tormented by this ghost weather, he suddenly saw a faint red light not far ahead, flickering in the darkness.

Han Cheng was overjoyed in his heart, there is nothing to describe the joy of seeing a light in this harsh environment, it is so moving, so kind.

As if the spirit had returned to his body, Han Cheng hurried away.

The closer you get, the clearer the light becomes, swaying and changing like a lamp, bright with a hint of weirdness.

At this time, another lightning bolt swept by, instantly illuminating the dark night sky, with the strong light of the lightning instant, Han Cheng saw that there was a temple not far from the mountain road, with red walls and black tiles, small in scale, and it looked a little dilapidated, and the bright light like a lamp came from the temple.