"The spring breeze blows through the fields, the earth is full of green branches, the smile on your face is even brighter, and you go barefoot into the distance, in the direction of the rising sun. The people in the field smiled and asked, "Where are you going?" you say, "Go to the purest world in your heart." The blue wind, the blue water, the white clouds of the heavenly steps, never regret it, you set foot on every piece of land with your life, in exchange for our eternal peace"

Xing Gan's wooden flute slowly blew, with a touch of melodious warmth, and a trace of nostalgia, fluttering throughout Shaxi Village, the simple villagers heard this, their faces were flushed with a trace of calm, and they all stopped the affairs in their hands, with a pious smile, and gently closed their eyes, as if they were enjoying it, as if they were baptizing.

Bi Huan naturally heard the sound of the flute, but there was a trace of melancholy in his eyes, as if he thought of his dead brother, as well as his own murderous life of chasing fame and fortune, he actually lamented softly, and slowly closed his eyes, immersed in this beautiful but sad flute sound.

The night has completely enveloped the whole village, the villagers have already raised the fire, one by one around the fire, roasting sweet potatoes and corn, drinking rice wine and tea, talking and laughing, as if the hand is a delicacy, is the elixir and jade dew, some even sing and dance by the fire, the folk songs are passionate and simple, high-pitched and full of enthusiasm, it is a long time ago Xing Gan wrote for them.

At this moment, Xing Gan and Bi Huan were also sitting by the fire, neither of them spoke, quietly watching all this, Xing Gan was always smiling, Bi Huan was like wood at first, but gradually, his face relaxed, and he began to drink wine and eat corn, and integrated into the environment.

The woman in the village was generous and with a hint of shyness, she actually stepped forward to invite Bi Huan to dance, Bi Huan refused, but finally complied with the request, although she couldn't dance, but the dance in the village was simple and hot, ordinary but full of enthusiasm, just like the bonfire in the middle, crackling and burning, and the light and warmth released infected everything around.

Bi Huan was drunk inside, a little forgetful. Perhaps it was deliberate, because tonight is the time of poison, and then he will surely die. Being able to enjoy life well before he dies may be a luxury for him, but I know that he will not die, because next to him, there is Xing Gan who is looking at them with a smile on his face.

Bi Huan was a little drunk, really a little drunk, leaning on the wooden pier, his mouth kept pouring crude rice wine, not intoxicating, but he was drunk. The villagers have dispersed, and it is time for them to work tomorrow morning, only Bi Huan and Xing Gan are silently watching the bonfire, and after the passion has passed, it is a little lonely and lonely.

"Do you like it here?"

Bi Huan took a sip of wine, his eyes were a little confused, and he nodded leisurely.

"Actually, they weren't like that before. ”

"Before, what were they like?"

"In the past, they liked to kill and strife, maybe not out of their hearts, but they all chose this path. ”

"You changed them?"

"Sort of. Xing Gan smiled, "It doesn't matter if it changes or not, I just awaken the hidden peace in their hearts, but they like this kind of peace, and they like this kind of free and unfettered life." ”

"yes. Bi Huan propped himself up and sat staggering not far from Xing Gan, diagonally facing each other, "If I hadn't had so many ambitions and ambitions before, at this moment, maybe I would have sat here with my brothers and enjoyed the tranquility of life." ”

"The dead can't be changed, but hope is always there. ”

"Really?" Bi Huan smiled self-deprecatingly, his eyes suddenly condensed, and he stared at Xing Gan, "Then you, why did you erase my hope? Why did you kill so many innocent people?"

Xing Gan was not surprised by Bi Huan's questioning of himself, when he explored the toxins in Bi Huan's body, he could only use demonic power, and the thousands of silk strips turned into fingers were the similar demon methods that the puppet had performed in Jinping City back then, Bi Huan would never forget it, so it was reasonable to recognize it at the time, but why did Bi Huan delay until now to reveal it, isn't his hatred full of body and mind?

"Mission, for the sake of more people, I can only do that, I also want to die, but I am unwilling, I want to pay for my sins, I want to make up for my mistakes, even if I know, I can't erase this stain in my life, even if in the clan, I am a hero. ”

Xing Gan's tone trembled, full of self-blame and pain, but it revealed a firmness and a sense of responsibility.

"Mission, hehe, it's just an excuse. Bi Huan's tone was surprisingly calm, he poured a large sip of wine into his mouth again, and sighed: "Who are you, who was that person in Jinping City?

"I, I am a member of the Southern Tree Spirit Clan, and my name is Xing Gan. The person in Jinping City, it can be said that he is a puppet, it can also be said that he is a vine demon, a vine demon clan, parasitic on my clan, every member of the tree spirit, a vine demon will be parasitic on the body, as the tree spirit grows and slowly grows, we can control it to help us do things, they also draw the nutrients and cultivation resources we need from us, they die, our vitality is greatly damaged, we die, they will also die. In Jinping City, that vine demon resides on me, and I still thought about using it to restrain the evil eye, but I didn't expect it, but I overestimated my own strength. And that evil eye is the patriarch of my clan, using the resentment in the battlefield of the second and third battle of immortals and demons, combined with the eyes of the dead clan of my tree spirit clan, it can be said that it is the most evil thing. ”

"What about yourself, why don't you fight? The vine demon parasitic on you is already so powerful, I believe that your cultivation is not much better than that of the Immortal Monarch. ”

Xing Gan shook his head, "In the entire tree spirit clan, only me and the patriarch can use the vine demon to control the evil eye, the patriarch can't leave, so only me come, slaughter the city, it's enough to have the evil eye, but I didn't expect that the Immortal Emperor was actually not there, so no one can control the completely released evil eye." The story I told you before, the white cloth, is the daughter of the patriarch of my clan, who died in the second battle of fairies and demons, she is a hero in my eyes, but in the eyes of the demon clan, she is a traitor. ”

"I know!" At this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of Bi Huan's mouth, with a hint of admiration, "Her story, I have heard, at the beginning of her withering, even the Immortal Emperor shed a tear for her, she is not a hero in our human race." ”

Xing Gan showed a bitter smile, looked up at the dark night sky, and slowly asked, "What about you, why didn't you rush up to me for revenge?"

Bi Huan laughed at himself: "Revenge? Look at me, I look like a waste person at the moment, what use can it be? Soon, I will die in pain, since I can't kill you, die at your hands, send me to see my dead brother." ”

"Also," Bi Huan put away his smile and continued: "All my life, I basically spend my life in orders, I don't have my own thoughts, even if I have, I can only hide, but before I die, I want to follow my own choice, I think you, not the kind of person who is a big traitor, the misfortune of Jinping City, you have your suffering, from the sound of your flute, I can feel the sadness in your heart, release the eyes of resentment, slaughter so many people, you should be very uncomfortable, right?"

"It's very uncomfortable, more painful than death, but it can only be borne silently. ”

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that the person who has been clamoring to avenge his brother is now talking and laughing with the enemy here, drinking wine and roasting the fire, like friends. ”

"Friend, if there is no misfortune in Jinping City, we may not know each other, but now, although we know, it is impossible to become friends, you and I know each other, it is fate, and it is also a trick of fate, so let's play the last song for you. ”

Xing Gan took out the wooden flute and played it slowly again, the flames fluttered, as if dancing with the sound of the flute, Bi Huan also slowly closed his eyes, and his right index finger gently tapped his thigh, humming along with the beat.

This night was extremely quiet, except for the crackling of the bonfire, it was the sound of the flute, which was heard far away, but did not disturb the sleeping villagers.

Suddenly, with the sound of the flute, Bi Huan opened his eyes violently, and opened his mouth to spew out a red mist, but he saw that the skin and flesh quickly dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his eyes began to sink deeply.

Bi Huan endured tremendous pain, like withered branches of his hands weakly tearing his hair and flesh, his legs were also kicking the ground indiscriminately, a trace of blood oozed from his eyes and nose, his expression was extremely hideous, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Quick, kill me!"

Xing Gan ignored it and continued to play, the poison of a hundred years of dry bones would last for a day and a night, and Bi Huan would die, but the pain in the middle was unimaginable.

In the time of half a pillar of incense, Xing Gan finally finished blowing, slowly stopped, and glanced at Bi Huan next to him. At this moment, Bi Huan has completely lost his previous appearance, his face is withered, extremely haggard, his eyes are bloodshot, deeply sunken, and the dim blood coagulates on his face, which looks extremely terrifying. The whole body has also lost a lot of weight, as if it will fall apart at any time.

"Kill me!"

A tearing voice burst out of Bi Huan's throat, Xing Gan walked over with a light sigh, and said in a low voice: "This wooden flute is for you, the peace song just now, I hope you can remember, I can't ask you for anything, after all, I am not qualified, I just hope that in the future, you can kill less and love more, this world can no longer withstand too much war, peace, since it is just a luxury, then, let me take a last look at the world in a beautiful extravagance." ”

After Xing Gan finished speaking, he put the wooden flute aside, stretched out his right hand, and pointed his two fingers at Bi Huan's dantian, but he could see that his two fingers were like tree roots, slowly extending from Bi Huan's navel, and a trace of red mist gradually invaded his two fingers, and was slowly sucked into his body by him!

The red color gradually spread, and it had condensed to Xing Gan's own dantian, but he didn't mean to stop at all, Bi Huan's pain was much less at the moment, he was just lying on the ground panting, but he couldn't move, he could only look at Xing Gan worriedly, and he couldn't even speak.

After a while, Xing Gan was already gritting his teeth, his face was full of sweat, and his entire right arm had completely turned pink, gradually spreading to his whole body, Xing Gan's expression became more and more painful, and his body started from the fingertips of his right arm, slowly turning into dead wood, spreading inch by inch to his whole body, tea time, but the whole person turned into half of the wood-like body, but he still did not stop, all the mist was inhaled into his body until the last wisp

Xing Gan was like a wooden man at the moment, completely dehumanized, calmly looking at Bi Huan, who was unable to move on the ground, and said with difficulty: "This is the cause of my planting, and I should bear such a fruit, I only hope that I can use my death to atone for my sins."

Xing Gan trembled step by step, step by step, slowly walked to the small hillside at the head of the village, looked at the sun that had not yet risen in the distance, and muttered in a low voice: "Dawn, it will always come"

Slowly closing his eyes, Xing Gan endured all the pain of Bi Huan, but with a smile on his face, the whole person completely turned into wood, and fell silent forever, but two words appeared on his body inexplicably: "Peace." ”

Peace Village, after that, the people of Shaxi Village renamed the village with reverence, called Peace Village, and Bi Huan, in the early morning of the next day, used spiritual power to recover a little, knelt down in front of Xing Gan's dead wood, holding the wooden flute in his hand, although a little jerky, but without any interruption, he finished blowing the whole peace song