General, there is a demon [Rebirth]

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Part-time food blogger Tang Ruyu has traveled to ancient times. Not only is the food scarce here, but he also suffers from strange illnesses. He loses all his hair in autumn and kills mosquitoes with the fragrance in summer. He always talks to the air.

His father doesn't love his mother, and his relatives treat him as a different kind. He doesn't have enough food and clothing, and the only one who depends on him is the kitten picked up from the mountain.

When the cat picked it up, it was covered in blood and was dying, but it was very fierce, and it bared its teeth at him, revealing its sharp claws

Until the tempting fragrance wafts from the pot...

The hungry kitten lifted his paws to cover the back of his hand, and turned his head awkwardly

Later, precious ingredients appeared in his stove every now and then, and the door to a new world opened

But Tang Ruyu didn't know that on the day he picked up the cat, nine thunderbolts fell from the sky to kill Xie Chong... Soon after the new emperor ascended the throne, it was the prince who was appointed to be Xie Chong and would become a tyrant, and the people were outraged!

On the first day Shui Xuancheng was deposed as a tyrant, he did not kill people or collect money, but went to pick up someone

One day, the tyrant appeared in a well-known wine shop, pinched the little boss's chin, his eyes were red

Tang Ruyu was neither humble nor overbearing, staring at the tyrant's eyes and shouting: "... Cub?"

Those who are jealous of the wine shop business secretly rejoice, waiting for the end of the little boss

The tyrannical and ruthless Majesty in the rumors lowered his eyes and said aggrievedly: "Queen, won't you go home with me?"

Shui Xuancheng knew that everyone was afraid of him, hated him and wanted to kill him, but Tang Ruyu was not afraid, not only not afraid, but also dared to rua his white belly...

And only in front of Tang Ruyu would he show his fluffy ears and shake them unconsciously

CP: Pretend to be a pig, eat a tiger, hide a knife in a smile, people are as light as a chrysanthemum, and people are violent in front of others, and they are spoiled and jealous

1v1, master and receiver, delicious food, cute things, and sugar! !

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Wende eight years, winter, heavy snow.

It was dusk, and the howling wind blew the copper bells on the eaves of Zichen Palace.

Crying, shouting and fighting filled Cheng Yong'an, the former prosperous capital of Great Yin. The flames of war raged, and the people fled in all directions.

"Empress! The gate of the palace can't be guarded," the aged head of the housekeeper anxiously urged: "The traitors will be able to invade the Zichen Palace immediately, take the little prince away!"

"I won't leave!"

The graceful woman of Fengguanhua Mansion cried her eyes red, "This palace and the emperor share the same life and death with this Zichen Palace!" She grabbed the old servant's arm and said urgently: "Li Dezhong, are you two? Veteran court official, the emperor has been with you since he was a child, hurry up! Take him away quickly! Don't look back!"

"Mother—" The seven-year-old little prince screamed in despair as he was taken away by the old servant.

The sky was full of wind and snow, and the towering and majestic Zichen Palace ignited a raging fire.

"It's gone, it's gone." Li Dezhong patted his thigh, his wrinkled face was full of painful tears: "If there is a general Changfeng in this world, Da Yin will not perish so quickly."

The little prince cried and knelt on the ground, his head was covered with heavy snow, his eyes were empty and blank, he murmured: "General Changfeng, General Changfeng..." Every time he said it, his heart seemed to gain more strength.

He gradually clenched his fists, unwillingness and anger filled his crying red eyes: Da Yin must not perish!

The outskirts of Yong'an City are full of snow, as if it will never run to the end.

"Your Highness, run!"

Not far behind the two, dozens of rebel cavalry cheered with their knives as if teasing their prey.

The little prince was thinking of "General Changfeng" in his heart and ran desperately with the old servant, but they were exhausted, how could they escape the pursuit of the horses.

Whizzing--

The cold arrow came through the air, and the old waiter fell to the ground with a loud sound, dying with regret.

The bandit laughed loudly and stepped on the little prince's back, spitting hard: "Hey, you're still General Changfeng, you've been dead for hundreds of years!"

The little prince's pupils constricted, and he swung down the icy long knife mercilessly, splashing blood all over the ground. The blood of the Great Yin royal family was cut off from then on, and Guo Zuo, who had been around for nearly 300 years, died out.

"--what!"

Huo Changying woke up suddenly, his chest was heaving and heaving, and his breathing was about to slow down after a while. He raised his hand and rubbed his throbbing forehead, and his arm felt a sharp pain when he pulled it.

"Hiss—" Huo Changying gasped, and the cold moonlight shined on his muddy body through the wooden window of the inn. The clothes on his right arm were scratched and bloody, and it could be seen carefully that it was scratched by a ferocious beast.

Sprinkle the hemostatic wound medicine, and there was a sharp pain that pierced the heart and lungs. The bear demon he caught today was not high in cultivation, but had great strength. past.

The noisy voices from downstairs in the inn came faintly, the moonlight was cold, only his own slight panting.

It was a dream, and it was also a memory from his previous life.

Huo Changying rubbed his throbbing forehead, raised his hand to caress the folding fan, the uneasy humming and trembling of the sharp blade in the fan gradually calmed down under his palm.

More than ten years ago, when he opened his eyes again, the nightmare has been entangled with him. In the dream, traitors captured Yong'an City, slaughtered the Zichen Palace, his father died in battle, and his mother died in love. As a young man, he escaped from the palace with his old servant , but failed to escape the traitor's blade.

Da Yin finally died.

The censor Zhongcheng who left all kinds of mysteries in the history of Great Yin, Huo Yuan became his father, and he became the Huo family's youngest son, Huo Changying.

But why would he be reborn?

Huo Changying couldn't figure it out no matter what, he only knew that it was 200 years ago - Gao Zongyuan and three years ago, and Great Yin was in a prosperous and prosperous age.

Pulling out a pen from the sheepskin roll, he crossed out the word "bear demon". Huo Changying stared at the long list of demon hunters and glanced at his mouth.

Nine years ago, the memories in his mind were chaotic. Before he could figure out the reason for his rebirth, he was thrown by Huo Yuan to a friend of the common people, a disciple with a foreign surname in the direct line of Longhu Mountain, and a Taoist of Qingxuan.

So, when he was young, he followed his master from Yong'an to the Western Regions, from the Western Regions to the desert, and from the desert to Anxi, pretending to be ghosts all the way, no...it was hunting monsters and fighting ghosts.

It took him two lifetimes to realize that even a bench can transform into a human being, talking and laughing with you.

However, at the beginning of this year, the master suddenly disappeared, leaving only this long list of monsters. He chased the monsters all the way back to Yong'an City, but the master was still missing.

After tugging at the clothes that were rolling in the mud, Huo Changying shouted downstairs in disgust: "Water, hot water!"

With the internal force, the sound was transmitted directly to the shopkeeper's ears across the noisy crowd.

Downstairs, when the shopkeeper heard the deafening roar, he was so frightened that he miscalculated.

Hurrying to send Xiao Er to the back kitchen to pass the water, Xiao Er complained in a low voice as he walked: "It's worse than Yan Wang's urging. It's a spoiled guest to take a bath every day in the cold winter and lunar month. It's said that women love cleaning. This one is really, tsk tsk..."

"Shopkeeper, can you be accommodating? You are the only inn in the suburbs of Yong'an City," the honest oil seller stood in front of the counter with four barrels of oil. Tomorrow the temple fair will earn some expenses, and the whole family is waiting for this money to live."

The shopkeeper cracked his abacus and didn't lift his head: "The guest room is full during the day, only the horse shed and woodshed are left. Don't worry, you may not be able to sell the oil at the temple fair tomorrow."

"The firewood house is also possible, as long as there is a place to stay!" The oil seller hurriedly responded, scratched his head after thinking for a while, and asked: "Isn't the temple fair tomorrow the most lively time? I used to sell freshly ground oil." Well done."

The shopkeeper took the money and didn't want to talk to this person any more. The grocer next to him said casually, "I heard that this temple fair welcomes Master Jingyuan's Buddha bone relics back to Jiming Temple, and holds rituals to pray for the prince."

In the corner of the lobby, the teacup in the hands of the green-shirted scholar who was silently drinking tea fell to the ground with a "crash".

He suddenly stood up, frowned and said in surprise: "A few days ago, Master Jingyuan passed away while practicing Buddhism in Luocheng. Luocheng is far away from Yong'an, how can the Buddha bones arrive in time?"

"I heard that His Majesty sent out the commander of the imperial army around him for the sake of the crown prince." Someone replied.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar.

At the same time, in the dry forest thirty miles away from the outskirts of Yong'an.

The sun slanted westward, and the north wind howled.

"drive!"

More than a dozen men dressed in black costumes rode their horses and galloped all the way, and the horseshoes splashed countless snow foam.

The man in the lead looked cold and solemn, handsome in the moonlight, his facial features were carved like knives, he was wearing a black cloak, carrying a long sword, and he was slightly prostrate on the black horse, galloping with his whip.

"General Xiao, why does the emperor ask us to pick up the Buddha's bone?" A young guard with a long face beside the man asked tentatively.

"What do you know!"

The guard with a square face on the left side scolded, looked anxiously at the moonlight: "The road has been blocked by heavy snow these days, I'm afraid it will delay the time."

The horses have been running around without sleep for several days, and they have almost reached their limit. If they do not rest and replenish, no matter how good a horse is, it will not be able to sustain it.

Suddenly, Xiao Duo raised his hand and made a silent movement, the long sword on his back buzzed and vibrated at this moment, as if it was about to be unsheathed.Xiao Duo frowned, held his breath and concentrated, signaled everyone to be alert, held the rein with one hand, and quietly touched the hilt behind his back.

Swish-

Countless sharp blades suddenly came through the air from behind the crowd. Xiao Duo hooked his feet tightly into the stirrups and crawled down suddenly. With a "clang", the sharp blade was nailed into the tree trunk, shining with a poisonous green light.

"Array!"

"Yes!"

Everyone shot down the sneak attack weapon, and dozens of black shadows suddenly appeared in the empty withered forest.

The quiet dry forest is suddenly full of murderous threats.

At this time, the inn thirty miles away was noisy and peaceful.

"Xiao Duo, Commander of the Forbidden Army?!" The green-clothed scholar sat down calmly, a red light flashed in his slender eyes.

Someone asked in surprise, "Isn't that the eldest son of the Duke of Jin, the close minister of the emperor?"

"Xiao Yicheng only knows how to travel around mountains and rivers, how can he occupy the title of Duke?"

"You don't know that, the Xiao family is the mother family of the royal family in the previous dynasty. If it weren't for Gaozong's meritorious service in the founding of the country, how could the Xiao family survive to this day?"

Everyone was silent at this point.

After a long while, the old man who thought he was well-informed stroked his beard and said: "I never thought that although Duke Jin of this generation is mediocre, his son is extremely competitive. When he was young, he followed the general to put down the Goguryeo rebellion. Everyone praised Wu You Xiao Duo, Wen has Nie Xiang."

The old man's words instantly made everyone find something to talk about again, "That's right, our great Yin, with a loyal and good prime minister, we can live in peace for a long time."

Everyone said yes.

The country of Great Yin was open-minded, and since the founding of the country, Emperor Gaozong has been open to the public, and the people often regard it as a custom to be able to talk about government affairs.

"What a good minister!"

The scholar in green shirt said angrily: "The government is controlled by one person. The whole court and even the local officials are all partisans of Prime Minister Nie. Last year, the Turks invaded and plundered the border. To the point, even if it is deducted layer by layer, it will not be delivered to the common people, this is the handwriting of Nie Xiang!"

"You kid! Even Yong'an City issued a notice saying that the border is safe, and the garrison general even wrote a letter asking for commendation to Prime Minister Nie, you!" A middle-aged man was held down by Tong Xing's friend just as he was about to speak again.

Hearing this, the scholar's eyes flickered with anger, his fingers pinched the celadon tea cup, his knuckles turned white.

No one in the inn noticed the strangeness of the scholar, they echoed the Prime Minister's wisdom and accused the scholar of ignorance.

When the fourth person pointedly scolded, the scholar slapped the table and stood up suddenly, his eyes were red.

"Why do you still want to fight?" the rough man rolled up his sleeves and stood up angrily.

The scholar stared at the man for a while, then sneered suddenly, a red light flashed in his eyes, "Ignorant bastard!" He left angrily.

At this moment, Huo Changying, who was dressed fresh after bathing and changing clothes, was sitting on the second floor of the lobby. Looking at the people who escaped from the barbarians' sword, they died of hunger and cold in the end, but there was nothing they could do.

Because the number of people is...too many.

Well, it seems that the court distributed relief food, anyway, he and Master didn't see it.

Suddenly, a strong breath meandered and circled from the turbid crowd in the lobby, Huo Changying paused in turning the teacup's hand, and turned his eyes to the scholar who got up angrily.

After squinting his eyes, Huo Changying gave a clear smile for a while, and seeing the man leave the table angrily with his sleeves flung, the folding fan in his hand paused, and he dodged to chase after him.

After the scholar left, everyone in the lobby seemed to have found a common topic, and they were condemning the scholar with one word. Suddenly, the door that was closed due to the cold was pushed open with a "hula".

The north wind howled in.

The commotion stopped suddenly, and everyone followed the prestige to look. At the air vent, a man in brocade clothes with a serious face and a black cloak was standing with his sword in his arms. Behind the man stood a few guards in black clothes with swords.

"The treasurer,"

The man in brocade clothes glanced at the counter, and said in a cold and indifferent voice, "Stay here."

The shopkeeper shuddered, hid the purse in his hand behind his back, stuttered and said: "It's full, only the woodshed and stable."

Xiao Duo frowned, paused slightly, and followed Xiao Er who was waiting beside him with a frightened expression, and walked towards the backyard.

A one-faced man among the guards threw the rent money on the counter: "My master knows that the guest rooms at the temple fair will be tense tomorrow. There is only one thing to do. Feed the horses of the brothers, otherwise..." The long knife was placed in front of the shopkeeper with a "bang", It is the forbidden army with the knife.

The shopkeeper was dripping with cold sweat, nodding and bowing his head repeatedly saying yes.

The winter night is all still, and the new moon is in the sky.

Outside the backyard of the inn.

"It's such a beautiful day, how can you be a thief?"

With a smile on his lips, Huo Changying casually tapped his shoulders with a folding fan, his chin slightly raised, under the cold moonlight, his eyebrows and nose showed a unique beauty, and he was lazily pacing towards a person.

If one ignores the talisman paper held between the white and slender fingers, even a young man from an aristocratic family in Yong'an City can't match his graceful demeanor.

On that side, outside the partition wall in the backyard of the inn, was standing the scholar in green shirt who had been arguing with someone in the lobby just now.

The gentle and delicate scholar, at this time, stretched out countless vines from his wide sleeves, and the cyan vines were full of barbs, firmly trapping the two struggling desperately in midair.

Looking carefully, the person who was tied up into a rice dumpling was the person who had just slandered the scholar and defended the prime minister.

The thorns of the green vines cut through the clothes of the two of them and pierced into the flesh. Blood dripped down the vines, and the vines seemed to be tightening.

"Tsk tsk, if it's a young woman with light Luohua clothes, it's suitable for this kind of night."

Huo Changying shook his head, glanced at the person who was entwined with rattan and hung in mid-air, regretful: "It's really a disgrace for you to get two rough guys!"

The two people who were bound were struggling desperately when they heard someone coming, but at this moment, they were so angry that they almost lost their breath.

"If you are sensible, leave quickly!" the scholar said angrily.

The boy lowered his head and snorted, "Coincidentally,"

Turning the folding fan in his hand, he said with a smile, "What I'm good at is ignorance!"

After saying that, Huo Changying bowed and jumped up with a serious expression, and flew away with the yellow talisman in his hand mixed with internal force.

Inadvertently, the scholar was burned by the talisman paper, and stepped back several times, the vines loosened their tension.

"you wanna die!"

The scholar glared at Huo Changying, his eyes turned red immediately, his whole body was full of evil spirits, strange patterns appeared on his clear face, covering most of his face like cyan vines.

The two people who were tied up breathed a sigh of relief when they opened their eyes and saw the appearance of a monster in front of them, they rolled their eyes and fainted from fright.

"Hmph!" Huo Changying glanced at the two people on the ground with disgust, rolled his eyes and sneered, "If you have the guts to chew your tongue, you'll faint from fright right now." His hands kept moving, rushing towards the demonized scholar go.

Backyard horse shed.

Xiao Duo was pacifying and patting the tired black steed when the long sword on his back suddenly buzzed and trembled.