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 a horse, I saw that it was a fox with a soft and snow-white coat, curled up and shivering, with a bone hairpin stuck in its calf, and bleeding.

"Huh, isn't this the bone hairpin on the head of the blue-robed old man? How could it be stuck in the leg of this little fox......? Is this a fox demon?"

Han Cheng wanted to get off the horse to check it out, but when he thought that this fox with snow-white fur and cute appearance might be a fox demon who could harm people with witchcraft, he suddenly hesitated.

The 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 in it, as if there were tears looming, it would not flow, it whispered and wailed, pitiful.

Han Cheng originally turned his head and wanted to leave, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his heart.

"That's it, just pull out the bone hairpin inserted in its leg, whether it can escape from the blue-robed old man's hands depends on its own creation, I just hope it's not a harmful fox demon. ”

Han Cheng turned over and dismounted, step by step, cautiously moved to the white fox, seeing 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, 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, there was no obvious rejection and resistance, but he was shaking all over, and he didn't know if it was because of serious injuries or because of fear, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

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'm going to help you pull out the hairpin, it may be painful, bear with it a little!"

After speaking, Han Cheng freed up one hand and wanted to hold the bone hairpin, but as soon as the hand touched it, it was bounced away by a countershock force gushing out of the bone hairpin, and the surface of the bone hairpin was bright and flowing, and it disappeared in a flash.

"It's a hairpin?"

Han Cheng didn't expect that this seemingly inconspicuous bone hairpin would be a magic weapon, it seemed that the power was not small, and he suddenly felt a little big.

He carefully put the white fox on the ground, and decided to use his true qi to give it a try, so he silently used the "Taiyi Heart Sutra", poured fifty percent of the true qi into his hands, and held it to the bone hairpin again, who knew that this time the power of the shock was greater, and directly shook Han Cheng back dozens of steps, and the qi and blood in his chest were tumbling, and he had already suffered some internal injuries.

The failure of two consecutive operations triggered a trace of stubbornness in Han Cheng's character, thinking that he had a cultivation in the late stage of Qi training, and he couldn't even fight a magic weapon from others, and he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated in his heart, and more angry.

As soon as the stubborn energy came up, he moved the idea of destroying this hairpin.

Han Cheng circled around the white fox on the ground a few times, and suddenly pulled out the Frost Jiao Sword from behind, as soon as the sword was unsheathed, it emitted a soft treasure light, this was the second time Han Cheng used the Frost Jiao Immortal Sword after the "Flying Thunder Secret Path" took the sword.

When the true qi was continuously poured in, the Frost Jiao Sword immediately burst out with a dazzling golden ray, with cold light all over the body, terrifying hair, and a hidden dragon roar, unpredictable, mysterious and extraordinary.

Han Cheng grabbed the frost Jiao tightly and slashed towards the bone hairpin on the white fox's leg!

The bone hairpin also seemed to be aware of the danger at this time, and the hairpin body trembled violently, and a cloud of colorful streamers burst out on the entire hairpin surface.

"Bang!"

The sword and hairpin intersected, the brilliance flashed, and after a loud noise, the bone hairpin was split into two sections by a sword, and the brilliance became lighter and faintered, and slowly faded completely.

Han Cheng was not happy, the tiger's mouth was cracked open, his abdomen was overturned, the corners of his mouth slightly showed a trace of blood, and even the brilliance with the frost Jiao became a little dim.

At the same time, dozens of miles away, the blue-robed old man was holding the hand of the green-clothed girl and walking against the wind, rushing towards the direction where the white fox was, and suddenly spurted blood, and his face was a little pale all of a sudden.

Seeing this, the girl in green hurriedly asked with concern, "Grandpa, are you okay?"

"Don't worry, grandpa is fine. ”

The blue-robed old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his face was incredible.

"That fox demon is obviously seriously injured, how can she still destroy the old Dao's multicolored hairpin? Could it be that she has found a helper again?"

When the girl in green heard that her grandfather's hairpin was destroyed, she puffed out her face and said angrily: "That fox demon sister is so bad, not to mention stealing grandpa's golden pill to become enlightened, but also ruining grandpa's hairpin, when Ning'er catches her, she must teach her a good lesson for grandpa!"

"The hairpin is destroyed, and the breath of tracking is broken, Ning'er don't say it, follow Grandpa quickly, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up if it's late." ”

The blue-robed old Taoist took the hand of the green-clothed girl, and did not hesitate to consume a large amount of true qi to use the immortal magic power of the Qi Volley, and his speed increased greatly, and he disappeared in place in the blink of an eye.

......

After Han Cheng pulled out the half-cut hairpin from the white fox's leg, he took out some of the best gold sore ointment that he had bought in the Fucheng pharmacy before leaving, and carefully applied it to its calf wound.

Then he took out a piece of gauze from the package he was carrying with him and bandaged the ointment-coated wound.

After doing all this, he turned and returned to his mount, stepped on the stirrups, and jumped up.

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

Turning around and glancing at the white fox, Han Cheng no longer hesitated and urged the horse to gallop away. Although there was a faint reluctance in his heart, he did not regret making this decision, let him take a fox demon with him, he didn't have the courage yet.

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.