That day in Jinping City, Bi Huan swallowed the red pill, and then turned to leave, combined with the words I said before, what is a hundred years of time and a hundred years of dry bones, I can understand a little.

That pill, called a hundred years of dry bones, after taking it, only a hundred years can live, and after a hundred years, you will definitely die, it can be said to be a kind of poison. However, what I didn't expect was that the "hundred-year-old dry bones" that Bi Huan swallowed would be so vicious!

In the first year after leaving, Bi Huan wandered in Younan, looking everywhere for clues, as long as there were strange and suspicious people, he would be pursued to the end, just to be able to find the real culprit. However, on the last day of the first year of swallowing the poison, the toxicity set in.

As a wisp of soul, from the inside out, I can naturally see the changes in Bi Huan's body very clearly, but it is the elixir, after Bi Huan swallowed it, it directly turned into a layer of red mist around the elixir, and invaded the limbs with the flow of spiritual power, usually latent, without any effect and effect, and when it comes to the last day of the year, the red mist that has been integrated into the meridians will burst out violently, and it can corrode the spiritual power in the body and even the flesh and bone marrow, this poison is not something that a monk can seal or suppress with his own cultivation, because spiritual power or yuan power is the way for its diffusion, don't use the fire to extinguish the fire.

In the first year, I watched Bi Huan grit his teeth and endure the pain of eating away at the flesh and bones, even if the sweat wet his clothes, even if the silver teeth oozed blood, he did not say a word, and endured it silently.

In the second year, the red mist corroded more and more intensely, Bi Huan's expression became more painful, his face was already distorted, it was hard to imagine what kind of pain he was bearing, but he still gritted his teeth, did not say a word, and forced himself to endure it.

In the third year, the fourth year and the fiftieth year, Bi Huan did not find any mastermind about the massacre, but the poison in the body is getting deeper and deeper, every time he attacks, he can't bear it anymore, he can only roar and roar to vent the pain in his body, and each time the pain has to endure a day and a night for twelve hours, and after each subsidence, Bi Huan's whole person has lost a lot of weight, and he can only breathe silently and use spiritual power to recover again.

Seventy years later, yelling can no longer be used as a way to vent, Bi Huan is desperately beating the ground or trees every time, rolling all over the ground, tearing the clothes and flesh on his body in pain, and even tearing off a large piece of flesh and skin, he can't bear this inhuman pain.

Until the ninety-ninth year, Bi Huan finished looking for all the surrounding countries, Shenyu Country, Mohu Country, Damon Country, Ju Country, and this Qingfeng Country. The battle of the immortals and demons had already begun, and the main force of the 200,000 immortal soldiers who hesitated to hoard in Jinping City was destroyed, and all supplies were damaged, so the demon clan quickly broke through the twenty-six battle paths defended by Nanyou Kingdom, but although Bi Huan heard about it, he didn't pay attention to it, and just blindly searched for it.

There are big and small countries, but the smallest country is millions of miles away, and a hundred years of life can find it, Bi Huan is indeed desperate.

Maybe the time of death is approaching, Bi Huan has given up, and in the last few days, the signs of poison are becoming more and more obvious, Bi Huan is getting thinner and thinner, and his spiritual power is no longer much, so step by step, maybe it is also fate, he actually arrived in such a remote and desolate Shaxi Village, and it is not right to reunite with Xing Gan, it should be said that it is an encounter, after all, the two have not met head-on.

Xing Gan saw Bi Huan, as if he had seen the scene of the innocent people in Jinping City being ruthlessly slaughtered, his expression changed, and he staggered back a few steps before he staggered and barely stood still.

"What's wrong with you, sir?"

Xing Gan has never revealed his own name, so others call him Mr. Lao, and he has been called this for a hundred years, and when he sees him like this at this moment, everyone looks at him worriedly, but they all mean it sincerely, without the slightest pretentiousness.

"It's okay, you go out first, I'll save this person. ”

Xing Gan had already spoken, and everyone retreated respectfully without hesitation, leaving Xing Gan and Bi Huan alone.

Xing Gan sighed softly, looked at Bi Huan's eyes, full of pain, sighed again, Xing Gan stretched out his finger and put it on Bi Huan's dantian.

But when Xing Gan's finger came into contact with Bi Huan's skin, it turned into thousands of extremely slender branches and drilled into his skin, but not half a drop of blood flowed out, which was really amazing.

Xing Gan's face changed again and again, and after a while, he withdrew his fingers very solemnly, condensed a ball of aura, and pointed into Bi Huan's forehead, but he saw that Bi Huan's face gradually improved, and the wrinkles gradually faded, and he returned into the handsome and chic appearance he had before, but at the moment, his hair was scattered and his clothes were ragged, but it had nothing to do with chic.

After a while, Bi Huan coughed lightly, woke up faintly, and saw such a kind old man with a white beard and white eyebrows in front of him, and said weakly: "Am I dead?"

"Not yet, young man, and besides, you won't die. ”

"Hehe, won't die?" Bi Huan smiled self-deprecatingly, closed his eyes and breathed deeply, "I also hope that I won't die, so that there will be enough time to find the real culprit." ”

"Is the truth really that important?"

"Yes!" Bi Huan said categorically, without the slightest hesitation, "For the sake of dignity, the truth must be found out!"

"Alas" Xing Gan sighed, sat on the bamboo chair next to him, and said gloomily: "If you find the truth, what can you do?"

"Kill, kill him!"

"Killing, but you can't save the past, why are you so persistent?"

"This is not an attachment, this is a promise, it is my promise to the 200,000 brothers who died and tens of millions of innocent monks!"

Xing Gan opened his mouth, but he didn't speak, and he was silent with Bi Huan in the painful memories of the past, which lasted for a long, long time.

"You're a monk, who are you, you saved me?"

In the end, it was Bi Huan who broke the silence and knew that he was not dead, so he began to ask questions.

"Almost, save you, I can't talk about it, I haven't been able to help you solve the poison on your body. ”

"Do you know the poison in me?

Nodding slightly, Xing Gan stepped out of the room, came to a small hillside at the head of the village, looked at the clouds on the horizon at this moment, and after a while, Bi Huan also came out, stood next to him, glanced at him, and followed to the horizon.

Today's weather is relatively cloudy, there is no glow, and the sunset is only a very vague outline, exuding a dim light that is not dazzling or soft, but Xing Gan looks very seriously, so serious that it seems that it is his lover, at this moment, Bi Huan stopped beside him and did not disturb.

After a long time, Xing Gan finally spoke, and in a slightly magnetic voice, he sighed and told a story from a long, long time ago.

"A long, long time ago, perhaps, so far ago that even my memory is a little blurry. At that time, I was still a child, and she was the person I was closest to and admired the most. ”

"She is beautiful, gentle, empathetic, and considerate of others, and the people love her, not because she is the daughter of the patriarch, but because she is just like us, ordinary, but so extraordinary. She helped those in need every day, laughed and had fun with them, and sang to a group of us children in her spare time. ”

Xing Gan paused, as if he was really immersed in his memory, Bi Huan didn't bother, but sat quietly, looking at the darkening sky, his face was also immersed, and he seemed to be stuck in some kind of memory.

A happy smile appeared at the corner of Xing Gan's mouth, perhaps only childhood was his most unforgettable past.

"She loves to sing, and the beauty of her singing voice is the best of all the people, and when I was a child, I asked her, 'Why do you sing so well?' and she said, 'Because I have a good heart!' Peace, because there is no strife, no killing, no bloodshed, everyone is like a family, caring for each other, taking care of each other, what a wonderful world!"

For this dream, she embarked on a journey and never returned. Before leaving, she taught us the last song, telling us that she was going to make the whole world peaceful by her own strength, and we waved goodbye to her with tears in our eyes, but we did not hold back, because we knew that for the dream, she was happy, and we wanted her to be happy, just as she wanted all of us to be happy. ”

"Time, little by little, we didn't hear from her again, many times, a group of us children, like to stand on the mountain when the morning sun sets, that is, when she leaves, looking at the snow-white figure. When she left, she chose this time, when the night was coming, because she said that she would rush into the darkness alone and bring dawn to the whole world. ”

"When we heard from her again, it was the warrior who had returned from the battle, and they told us that in that battle that she had never seen before, she appeared, and a snow-white figure, really as dazzling as the dawn of dawn, illuminated everyone's eyes and hearts. ”

In that battle, it was the last place where she appeared, she sacrificed her life, saved all the people who died, whether it was a clansman, or an enemy, whether it was injured or dead, she saved them all with her own strength, she hoped that her sacrifice could calm the war, so that everyone could realize the horror of war and death, and then warn her descendants, so that the war would end here. ”

"But she was wrong, she sacrificed the people she saved, but she fought again, because of resentment and anger, caused greater and more tragic casualties, but she couldn't see it, and we hope she can't see it, because we're afraid that she'll be sad, we're afraid she's desperate. The dead have passed away even if they remember her, and some of the people who are alive are grateful to her and respect her, but there are more people who complain that she saved the enemy, and resentful that she gave her hope and erased it, but everyone remembers that in that war with only red, there was a touch of white, and they once hoped for the best ending. ”

The sky was already completely dark, Bi Huan raised his head and looked at Xing Gan, his lips moved slightly: "She, what's her name?"

Xing Gan smiled, and a touch of sadness appeared on his face.

"Her name is White"