It is said that Shizun is a devil

From one little monster to several little monsters, from a dispute in one family to chaos in the world, enlightenment, feelings, and relatives and friends, there will be grievances and hatreds.

Although the cultivation world is large, the monks have lived for a long time, and friends are all over the world. If one person is in trouble, all parties will support him.

Although the monster clan is ferocious, but it is not easy to practice, the clan is the most united, if one monster has an accident, the whole clan is furious.

The retribution of grievances and grievances is like a stone that accidentally rolls down from the top of a snow mountain, and it is difficult to resolve before it reaches the end.

Han Jing feels that since some people want to stand up, there are naturally others who want to make peace, but there is a lack of a strong leader. His divine favor is Little Aries, his Taoist companion is Han Jin, and his cultivation level is not low. It doesn't seem to be presumptuous: "Since the little white sheep and you have a lot of prestige among the monster race and the human race, why don't I take a neutral attitude and be the peacemaker."

Han Jin was just stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that Han Jing would think of Mao Sui to recommend himself, but the next moment, Han Jin said firmly: "No."

Han Jing failed to succeed in his apprenticeship and was hit. Thinking of his previous reputation and being the "murderer" who killed the current Xiawei Sect Master's teacher, the little courage he mustered was gone.

Seeing his face pale for a moment, Han Jin realized that his attitude was wrong, and carefully held Han Jing's hand and said softly: "It's very difficult to be the leader. Maybe it will be regarded as a thorn in the side, which is very dangerous."

What Han Jin said made sense, and Han Jing naturally accepted it, but the war between the two races of humans and monsters was about to start, but he couldn't find his own position, didn't know how he could help, and couldn't even choose a position.

"Oh, what time is it?" The little white sheep couldn't see that the two humans were so anxious, stared at the bird impatiently, looked up at the sky, slapped the ground, and suddenly remembered something.

The two sides told each other about the past, the moon set, the sun rose and set again, and two days and one night had passed before they knew it. The little white sheep looked at the sky, and his face changed slightly: "Oh no, no, I have an appointment with Stupid Wolf Fighting, it won't be fighting now."

Han Jing was very troubled by the little white sheep's personality: "You're going around making fights all day long, that's not good."

Little Aries rolled his eyes at Hanjing: "It's not that the painters of the Nongyun sect are so cheap, they painted our monsters like hell one by one, insulting the reputation of our monsters, and they won't do it if we don't teach them a lesson. Know the aesthetics of my monster clan!"

Han Jing realized: "Are you going to fight the monk?"

The little white sheep is gearing up: "No, I have to go quickly, or that stupid wolf will think I'm afraid."

The little white sheep has an astonishing jumping ability in its small body, drawing a dazzling white arc in the air, Han Jing hurried to catch up without thinking, Han Jin naturally followed behind without a doubt, the clown bird was stunned Yes, pronounce it, Quack yelled, spread its wings and tried to catch up, but after all, it was born shortly, and its cultivation level is still shallow, and it can't compare with Mahayana monks. It was just a moment of dazed effort, and the two and one sheep disappeared.The clown bird fluttered its wings blankly looking around, and a wave of water-type spiritual power came from far away in the sky and swept it over.

The clown bird was drawn into Han Jing's arms by the water-type spiritual power, and quickly spread its wings to embrace Han Jing's arms. Looking around, he saw a group of huge animals and a group of people holding brushes in the valley not far away. Chaos.It was the first time for Clownbird to see the demon clan, and it was also the first time to see the battle between humans and monsters. He only felt that the spiritual power was overflowing, and it was very delicious.But it was afraid that Han Jing would disappear again, so it could only nestle in Han Jing's arms, watching helplessly that those spiritual powers were wasted.

The ladyboys fought fiercely, the snow-white hair of a bunny with lop ears was bloodstained with a stylus pen, a little white light fell from the sky from the little white sheep, a black wolf jumped out of the melee, and caught the little white hair ball firmly, Xiaoshan The huge body fell to the ground and stirred up the rolling loess.The little white sheep rides on the back of a wolf and turns into a human form. The sound of the harp is dark and the sobs are hoarse, piercing the sinking sky and falling into the crowd like pieces of moonlight. There were still five or six bloodstains.

Now that the little white sheep has entered the arena, there is naturally a powerful challenge on the opposite side. The monk in green shirt, who looks only in his twenties, holds a white jade pen and walks around with the tip of the pen. He raises his hand to reveal a thick ink mountain and river, facing the little white sheep and the black wolf Pressing down, the little white sheep sneered, and with a point of index finger, Shang Yin left the piano, disturbing the mountains and rivers, and raised his thumb, Gong Yin, like a blade breaking an army, passed through the broken mountains and rivers and rushed straight to the monk in green shirt.

Without thinking about it, Han Jing stretched out his hand to spread a cloud of water mist, and gently swept Gong Yin into his pocket.The little white sheep is Han Jing's godly pet, so naturally it won't hurt Han Jing, the murderous Gong Yin collided with the water mist, like a piece of moonlight caught by a net, quietly shattered into pieces of stars.

The little white sheep turned around and stared at Han Jing: "What are you doing! Don't interfere with my fight!"

When he turned his head, there was another picture of a hundred flowers blooming on the opposite side, and the petals seemed to be able to see the morning dew, but the black wolf did not let the beautiful petals get close, and jumped away nimbly up.

Because the black wolf is witty, the little white sheep is very relieved: "I agreed to be neutral, you are helping them by stopping me like this, and you are helping them because you want me to die, do you want me to die!"

Han Jing hurriedly said: "Of course not!"

"Then don't stop me!" The little white sheep glared at Han Jing ferociously, demanding Han Jing's guarantee.

There are hundreds of people and hundreds of monsters in the valley, all of them are red-eyed, and it is difficult to stop them all by one's own strength, not to mention that the person facing the little white sheep is also a Mahayana monk, Han Jing can't easily stop the little white sheep and In the fight between the blue-shirted monks, Han Jing was at a loss for words, and couldn't think of any way to protect both sides.

The black wolf flickered around, and the little white sheep held the piano and looked at Han Jing: "Han Jing, you humans often say that if you are not of my race, your heart must be different. Do you still remember the little bamboo shoot demon in Wangyuan City?" ?”

Han Jing nodded, that little demon was only in human form, and he couldn't speak human words well, but because he was close to humans, he was the first person to be suspected when something happened.

"he died."

Han Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at the little white sheep in disbelief.

"He was homesick. In order to encourage him to practice, the pavilion master told him that as long as he has the ability to go home, he is allowed to go back to his hometown every year to worship. The [-]-mile road from Nanlu to Wangyuan was led by a big demon at first. But the big demon has a lot of affairs, and when he was familiar with the road, he let him go on the road with a small bamboo shoot. He was carrying his small package. He was short and small, and he couldn't speak human well. He left the painting pavilion. , the Yuan Lantern of Homecoming Pavilion goes out."

For a moment, Han Jing didn't know how he felt.

"People who are not of my race must have a different heart. In fact, it is not only the human race, even the demon race. When the little demon dies, the first person to suspect is the human race." The strings of the little white sheep caught the moonlight, silver and dazzling, Jing, different races, different standpoints forever, but there was still a semblance of peace in the past, this war was not started by your master, your master may have added fuel to the fire, but the firewood, from the beginning, the two races gradually accumulated grievances. of."

Cold and speechless.

The nations of the human race are still suspicious of each other, and they have set up defense lines and hoarded heavy troops, let alone the human race and the monster race, which are completely different.The human race is afraid of the sharp claws of the monster race, and the monster race is also jealous of the magic skills of the human race. Even if it is a temporary peace, they can't help but think about how to deal with it if the other party has malicious intentions.

People's hearts are separated from each other, and they are always afraid that the other party will harbor malice, and the malice will slowly grow in their own hearts.

"Thousands of little monsters in my monster clan are taken away by humans every year, just because there are always parts of my monster clan that are beneficial to human cultivation. , you are so stupid, you don't know how deep the grievances are buried under the so-called peace before, so you don't know that once the grievances erupt, all attempts to stop them will be nothing more than mans arms, and it is absolutely impossible for you alone You go, let Han Jin take you and Fuwang to live a good life together."

Because the little white sheep was absent-minded, the monk in the blue shirt holding the white jade pen also stopped. Under the eyes of the black wolf, he stepped into the void and listened to the words of the little white sheep. You think that the monster race only knows about fighting and killing, but you can see it clearly. Unfortunately, no matter how clearly you see, you have your thousands of little monsters, and I have my disciples and grandchildren, otherwise we might be able to be close friends."

The little white sheep looked back at him: "No, you are ugly, I don't like it."

Cultivator in blue shirt: "..." It seems that there is a dirty word to say!

Han Jin gently held Han Jing's wrist from behind and pulled him into his arms, as if afraid of frightening Han Jing: "Let's go find Fuwang." His kindness has nowhere to go, and he can't bear to peel off his innocence. If he can still be like before, like before he met himself, as a person who never goes out because Lu Chi never goes out, nests in his own small world and thinks that the world and Warm, his world will always be happy and carefree.

Han Jing was held by Han Jin's shoulders in a daze, and turned around, but his eyes were always looking at the people and demons fighting together, at the peony flowers splashed in the splashed ink landscape and stained red with the tip of the pen, at the long Rabbits and squirrels bouncing hard in the seemingly endless valley looked at the teenage boy whose cultivation level was still low and his spiritual power could not be sustained.At the place where the breathing stopped, a few wisps of white light, almost invisible to the naked eye, emerged from the corpses of humans and demons, like misty smoke, and flew towards the horizon.

It is the soul of a living being, and it is not so tough to accompany it for a lifetime, but in fact it is just as ethereal as smoke.It's just a big dream in the world of mortals. I don't know if this is a dream awakened or a dream broken?

The smoke was so ethereal that it couldn't be caught by the spiritual sense, and the naked eyes lost their trace even if they were slightly in a trance. However, Han Jing's gaze was firmly attracted, and he never shifted for a moment. He watched those lights fly to the horizon and was passed by a cloud. , messed up.

The creatures in this world are born with light.

Where the light is extinguished, the soul flies away and never returns home.