A hundred years ago, the city was inexplicably massacred, and the peach grove outside the city was burned to ashes overnight, but only one old peach tree remained. A hundred years later, the peach grove was as lush as ever. When he woke up, he had almost forgotten everything in the past. He only vaguely remembered the peach blossom forest, the vague figure, and the promise of ten jars of peach blossom brew every year. . . Just forget about your past, just forget about your past, travel around the world with that little peach demon, be free and happy, meet all kinds of people, gods and monsters along the way, mix in other people's affairs, watch the excitement, and mind other people's business. However, you want to forget about your past, but someone reminds you of the tragic massacre of the city a hundred years ago, the heart-wrenching pain, each scene comes to mind again. . .