C151 (2/2)
Immortal Extreme Moon was a tactful person. Perhaps he knew that it was already too much for him to take such a step, so he nodded his head and took out a red pill and handed it over to Immortal Yang.
Immortal Yang took the pill as if it were extremely heavy. Step by step, he walked in front of Bi Huan, sighed, and asked: ”Have you really thought this through? These bones of a hundred years are not so easy to bear! ”
Bi Huan nodded resolutely. He took the pill from Immortal Yang and swallowed it in one gulp. Without looking back, he turned around and left the Jin Ping City.
Xing Gan's expression darkened the moment the green-clothed man died. Although he hadn't vomited any blood, he had aged ten years in an instant. He was now like a sixty year old mortal, hunched over as his hands dug into the earth.
When Bi Huan had left Gold Level City, Xing Gan had also escaped. He had left the underground area of Gold Level City and arrived in an extremely desolate area. Only then did he emerge and sit on the ground in dejection. The two deities, Yang and Extreme Moon, didn't notice him, but it seemed as if he was disappointed. At this moment, he was lying on the ground and looking up into the sky. He was like a child who had done something wrong.
I don't know how much time has passed, but Xing Gan probably doesn't know either. After countless days and nights have passed, he finally closed his eyes, took out the wooden flute from his chest, and slowly blew into it.
The melody of the flute was still that of peace, as if he only knew this song. It was melodious and faint as it drifted away, slowly dissipating and landing in the distance …
In the distance, Bi Huan was still trudging and visiting the area. He seemed to have a feeling in his heart as he looked at this place, which was tens of thousands of miles away. His expression was sorrowful, but his gaze was incredibly resolute.
One was for his people, while enduring indescribable pain in his heart, while the other was helplessly committing a monstrous crime. The other was also for his people, and at this moment, they were also enduring pain that ordinary people could not bear, and they were constantly pursuing the main culprit.
After playing the peace tune, Xing Gan seemed to have made some sort of decision. He stood up and walked in a certain direction with heavy footsteps.
Qingfeng Country was even larger than You Nan Country. There was a small border town in Qingfeng Country, and although it wasn't too big, it was still much bigger than the largest city in Di Country, called Yangcheng. Yang City was thousands of miles away from You Nan Country, and it was very far away, over two hundred miles away, there was a small village with only a thousand people living in it, called Shaxi Village, Shaxi Village.
Actually, almost a hundred years ago, this was not the case. Sand Creek Village is famous for being a village of thieves. The people here are either hoodlums, robbers, or bandits. However, a hundred years ago, an old man appeared. The old man seemed to be around sixty years old, and he had a benevolent smile on his face.
When the old man saw that the people here did not say anything, he chose to stay at the inn, where the thieves used their money to look around, and when he returned, it was all just rocks. The old man used the medicine from the black shop, but it was not a problem for the old man to take it all, but the old man did not seek to do anything, he just silently endured everything, defending the bandits, receiving the punishment from the black shop, even if he was beaten up all over by the people from the other villages, he would still smile and use his body to give someone a chance of survival.
In the end, all of his emotions turned into reverence, and he revered this old man like a god. Especially for the past hundred years, this old man, even though his white beard was floating in the wind, he still looked lively and energetic, making everyone in the village think that he was a deity that had descended to the mortal world to save them.
The villagers also no longer did anything bad, and began to grow their own fields, plow their own fields, and to support themselves. The children often listened to the old people's stories, reason, tune, kindness coming from the heart, and their smiles often never lessened. After that, the children grew up, and also had children. The surrounding small villages all came to pay a visit to this old man. They would often discuss for a few hours, and then they would leave full of respect and admiration, becoming the wise people of their own villages that were admired and respected.
The old man, Xing Gan, seemed to be doing this to atone for his sins. Step by step, he came to this remote area to educate the people, doing many good deeds. No one knew that he, who was so kind and generous during the day, would be like this at night. They only revered him as a god and would ask him how to do any difficult things. After receiving his instructions, they would suddenly understand a lot of principles and knowledge, and thus, they would all become even more respectful.
On this day, another old man came to Shaxi Village. The old man hobbled over while leaning on a piece of wood, the passage of time did not leave much of a mark on his face, but his eyes were somewhat cloudy, and he appeared to be extremely old. If one looked carefully, they would discover that this old man was actually not that old, but his deep exhaustion only caused him to look much older.
However, three days had passed, and the old man had not shown any signs of waking up. No matter how nice he was, no one knew what kind of sickness he had, and so, in frustration, the villagers went to the thatched hut at the end of the village to invite Xing Qian.
Xing Gan walked over, glancing at the old man for a moment, then softly exclaimed, ”Eh?!” He gently lifted the old man's hair that covered half of his face. After staring blankly for a moment, he let out a long sigh and muttered, ”Bi Huan …”