General, there is a demon [Rebirth]

Pingkangfang, an alley.

In the quiet alley, the hustle and bustle of the main street can be heard from time to time.

The alley is deep, and only half of the sunlight can shine in. The snow has not yet melted in the shadows, and the hustle and bustle of the main street is not real.

The air was damp and cold.

Huo Changying stood in the sun, waving his long sleeves, and a yellow shadow rolled out of the sleeves entrained by the air current.

The weasel spirit fell to the ground, barely rolled over a few times before stabilizing his figure, lowered his front body, and assumed an attacking stance, his bright eyes flashed crimson.

The yellow fur all over his body was stuck to the mud on the ground, and he was embarrassed and hideous.

It shrank in the shadow covered by the wall, baring its teeth and staring at Huo Changying vigilantly.

One person and one monster confront each other.

Suddenly, the weasel spirit glanced at one side of the square wall quickly, and his figure swayed there. When Huo Changying was about to catch it, his slender body turned suddenly in the air, and rushed towards the other side .

Huo Changying chuckled, but coldness appeared in the corners of his eyes. He didn't move, but with a sudden force on his wrist, the folding fan rushed towards the back of the weasel that jumped up the wall.

In an instant, the weasel spirit felt several strong air currents rushing towards it from all directions with scorching heat, and the powerful force irresistibly ripped it off the wall.

"--squeak!"

The Weasel Spirit fell to the ground with a bang, and let out a cry of pain. Before he could react, he heard a soft snap of his fingers, and came towards the huge charm chain net with his back.

It was covered under the net, unable to move, its eyes were staring at the person in front of it viciously, and its sharp fangs were exposed.

Huo Changying glanced at it, didn't take it seriously, squeezed a tactic, and the folding fan returned to his palm, and it flickered around, the enchantment enveloped the alley, instantly isolating all sounds.

After finishing all this, Huo Changying leaned against the wall with his arms folded, and said slowly: "I often hear that weasels are cunning, but I usually see some little guys who like to steal chickens. Although they are greedy, they don't do anything good. Come to the stage, "

He glanced at the weasel spirit with fangs and red eyes, snorted and said, "Now I can be regarded as seeing a spirit, oh yes,"

As he said that, he seemed to think of something suddenly, with a little interest in his eyes, he moved closer and asked: "I heard that you Huang Pizi are the most repaying, but you are also the most vengeful—"

The suddenly elongated tone made the weasel's desperate struggle pause. Although its cultivation level is still low, it is not something that ordinary Taoists can subdue, and the man in front of him, who looks like a teenager, has such cultivation level.

The weasel was horrified at the thought.

"Let's talk," Huo Changying leaned back against the wall, closed his folding fan, tapped his shoulders intermittently, looked at the weasel with upturned eyes, and said lazily, "Why did that person offend you? If it's justified, I will Help you vent your anger, if it is unreasonable..."

As he spoke, his lazy expression suddenly stopped, his face was as cold as ice, and a yellow talisman was picked up between his fingertips.

Shouted sharply: "Say no!"

The moment the weasel's bright eyes touched the yellow talisman, it flickered in fear, and its body instinctively shrank back. When it hit the wall of light, a burning tingling instantly spread from its back , let it cry out in pain.

"squeak--"

It gritted its teeth and said in a muffled voice: "I say!" It glared at Huo Changying with resentment in its eyes.

"That man killed my wife and child." When it said this, its crimson eyes were full of hatred.

Huo Changying folded the fan in his hand, "Why?"

The weasel ground its sharp teeth and made a harsh clucking sound.

During the heavy snow season, the sky is cold and the food in the mountains is cut off.

In the cave, the bonfire warmed the dry straw, and a weasel with snow-white fur curled up and slept on it. It had a peaceful face and a big belly, obviously pregnant.

A burly weasel came running from outside the cave. It stopped in front of the straw pile and turned into an adult man.

The man squatted down and called "Ma'am" softly. The snow-white weasel opened his eyes, looked at the man in front of him tenderly, and said with a smile, "Have you found the food?"

The man shook his head apologetically.

"It's ok."

Hearing his wife's gentle tone, the man felt uncomfortable. He rubbed his face suddenly and said, "I also know a place where I can find food."

"...be careful."

The man agreed, turned around and turned into a weasel, and rushed out quickly with his wife's gentle instructions, submerged in the wind and snow.

"But when I came back from looking for food," the weasel bound by the spell chain suddenly choked up, "the lady disappeared. I searched like crazy all night, and finally, at..." He said as if It's hard to remember, and it's painful to say.

"What did you see?" Huo Changying asked softly.

The weasel curled up in pain, "At the market, I saw... I saw the lady's fur." ​​When he said this, his eyes lit up, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I hate it so much, I hate it so much!" !"

"Madam is still pregnant, how can they do anything! It is said that we are notorious, but we are a husband and wife who are dedicated to cultivating the Tao and have never done anything harmful to nature!"

Huo Changying sighed in his heart, "So, you are going to drag innocent people to hell?"

"innocent?!"

The weasel almost jumped up as if it had heard something ridiculous, and Huo Changying could see a mocking and angry expression on its sharp-mouthed and furry face.

"It doesn't matter if you say others are innocent, but if you say that one," the weasel spirit snorted, and said fiercely: "A dog bites a dog!"

The corners of Huo Changying's mouth twitched. Looking at the cynical Weasel Whispering his big tail, for some reason, he always felt that these words... were a bit strange.

Thinking of that young boy's luxurious body, he thought to himself, maybe it was his parents who specified the white fur?

"just kill me!"

The weasel suddenly stiffened his neck and said in despair: "My wife and children are dead, but I can't do anything about it. It's a sin to live alone in the world!"

Huo Changying was silent for a moment, and did not speak. Suddenly, streams of air flow condensed from his fingertips. Before the weasel could react, his fingers swiftly touched the light wall. Dissipated with a bang.

The crimson in Weasel's eyes faded, but there was still despair.

The charm chain was pulled back, and the weasel was still curled up on the ground, unresponsive.

Huo Changying sighed in his heart, waved his long sleeves, and the barrier retreated: "Let's go."

The enchantment dissipated, and the hustle and bustle of the world suddenly poured in. On the main street, I don't know whose mother comforted the crying children, and whose husband gently coaxed his angry wife.

No one would care, curled up in the shadow of a cold alley, there is a little life who lost his wife and children.

Thinking of Huo Changying, he couldn't bear it, and comforted him: "This life is unpredictable, maybe we can be together in the next life. Your wife is kind-hearted and has cultivation, so she must be reborn into a good family in the next life."

The weasel twitched the corners of its lips, but didn't move.

Huo Changying shook his head slightly, turned around and left.

"Bah!"

Suddenly, an old and forceful sound sounded from behind, the stick hit the bone, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Huo Changying turned around in astonishment, and saw the weasel lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

An old beggar in ragged clothes was passing by, standing beside him with a stick in his hand. Seeing Huo Changying looking over, he waved the stick in his hand and said, "The yellow skin just rushed towards your neck. Fortunately, I have quick eyesight and quick hands." .”

Huo Changying looked at the little life that twitched a few times before becoming motionless, and his heart felt cold.

Once trust is broken, can it never be repaired?

With a wave of his long sleeve, he hurriedly received the wisp of remnant soul that was about to drift away into his sleeve.

The old beggar was still yelling angrily: "Bad thing, let you hurt people!"

Huo Changying took off the veil and covered the little corpse, trying to find a place for it to be buried in the ground.

In fact, he knew that it just wanted to kill it.

"Baby, why did you leave without saying thank you?"

The old beggar called to stop Huo Changying, a little angry, but when his eyes touched Huo Changying's face, he paused, and a flash of horror flashed through his eyes.

Huo Changying lowered her eyebrows and opened her mouth. She couldn't say a word of thanks, so she just nodded slightly, which was considered a thank you.

After Huo Changying left, the old beggar still stood where he was, looking at the back that was getting further and further away, his brows were tightly frowned, and he fell into deep thought.

After a long while, the old beggar seemed to have figured something out, his brows stretched, he smiled, his eyes sparkled.

Huo Changying buried the body on the back mountain of Jiming Temple, and asked Master Jingxin to save his soul.

Although Master Jingxin had doubts, he readily agreed.

Huo Changying told Master Jingxin about the weasel spirit, and listened to Master Jingxin's lecture.

Before leaving, Master Jingxin still looked at Huo Changying, and said with kindness and sincerity, "The benefactor has some roots of wisdom."

"Don't, don't," Huo Changying hurriedly waved his hands, and said with a smile, "Three thousand mortals, I'm still nostalgic."

Master Jingxin smiled without saying a word.

Huo Changying didn't lead Da Hong out. During this time, Da Hong might have been bored in the stable all day long, so when he saw him passing by, he hissed and stood up, showing that he was full of energy.

Huo Changying originally wanted to ride the big red to save some energy, but being so scared by it, he was originally afraid of heights, and most of his plans to go out on horseback disappeared.

By the time Huo Changying walked all the way back to Duke Jin's mansion, it was already dark.

Walking around the Chaoshou verandah, in the courtyard, the sound of swords and soldiers clashing was suddenly heard.

Huo Changying paused, and quickly walked towards the sound.

In the martial arts training ground of Duke Jin's mansion, two figures, one large and one small, were holding a small mahogany sword, carefully gesticulating with each move.

Unconsciously, Huo Changying stopped, and Huo Changying stood on the porch and watched for a long time.

The golden crow hangs low, and the tired bird returns to its nest.

The man seemed to have a sense of it, he rolled the sword in his hand, retracted the sword with his backhand, and looked back subconsciously.

The moment their eyes met, both of them froze.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

【General Xiao, who finally saw his wife, has troubles in his heart】

Xiao Duo (clenching fists): I have to resist the urge to hug and hold people high, so as not to frighten Changying!