Sitting alone on the top of Peach Blossom Mountain, overlooking the ethereal peach blossom miasma, Chen Feng's anger in his heart couldn't be vented, and his mood became more and more dull. 【Latest chapter reading. The previous cultivation has been smooth, but this time, no matter how you sort it out, you can't control the operation of the secret power in your body.

In his mind, what kept flashing were his grandfather, grandmother, and parents who never appeared in his memory.

In this world, there is a constant staging of division and merger. People who go to other places, their dreams are sometimes very simple, and when Chen Feng was in the fishing village, he also had many dreams, some grand and some humble. Now in the secret realm, his cultivation is growing day by day, and what awaits him is a great future. But if he was given a choice, he would rather be an ordinary person and stay with his grandparents and parents.

In the secret realm, he struggled hard, and his motivation was a little different from that of other secret people. His efforts are certainly driven by revenge, but also by a reason for missing. I miss my loved ones, so I dream that one day, I can use my own strength to pursue the beauty of the past.

Because of the distance between life and death, because of the distance, his emotions cannot be released, and can only be accumulated in his heart.

In the secret realm, ask a random secret: "What is your pursuit?" The vast majority of secret masters will say without thinking: "Strong strength, including cultivation, including secret treasures, including power." "Subconsciously, most people want to be a strong guarantee, to satisfy their desire for immortality and lust. In the eyes of many people, being with family is only a lowest-level need, not the highest ideal. It is precisely because of this that they have the courage to leave their warm family and go to the end of the world to pursue strength.

But what is the point of power if it is not used to protect those closest to it, not to realize those dreams that have always been engraved in the heart?

The universe is vast, and people are like mayflies. Most people have only been parasitic here for a hundred years, and the secret one is just a little more time. No matter where you settle down, you are still a passerby in the infinite time and space.

Throughout the ages, the pinnacle of the scenery of the secret realm has been sung and I have appeared, but how many people have finally gained immortality? Once the body dies, even if it is a secret venerable or even a secret saint, it will return to dust and dust to earth.

Chen Feng has gone deep into the mundane and experienced the red dust. What those ant-like beings need is to determine an unchanging homeland for their souls, a place to live where they can feel grounded.

However, many people are not destined to live in one place for the rest of their lives. Even the fawns born in DX have to jump between cliffs along the ups and downs of mountain roads.

Is the place where you grew up being home? How many people can stay with their hometown for the rest of their lives? Life is full of uncertainties, not to mention running for a living, and we don't know where our next place will be.

However, no matter where you go, your hometown is in your heart and in your dreams. Chen Feng read a poem by a poet in the Northern Han Dynasty: "If you want to become a hundred billion, scatter to the peak and look at your hometown." "No matter where he goes, the wanderer's heart is full of the mountains and rivers of his hometown, which are inseparable and constantly cut.

But where is the hometown? Where is the other country? Many people call their home away from home, but home in their hometown is distant and unfamiliar. In my memory, there is only a vague silhouette of my hometown.

Chen Feng also had to admit that only part of the daily and every night he experienced as a child could be engraved in his memory. With the passage of time, although there are some things that he can never forget, there are some things that he cannot remember. Like his parents, he didn't have any impressions.

He had become a mystery, and he could no longer live as a mortal. The home of mortals is probably the place where their parents lived and where they were born. In that home, many people lived for more than ten or twenty years at best, and then, duckweed entered the sea and drifted away with the water. One day, in another place, I also found a similar home, and my hometown retreated to memory, and it was no longer the only place to go to in my heart. Because my parents are still there, because there are footprints I have stepped on, I still think of it from time to time, and deliberately regard it as my hometown to comfort my heart. But as the years passed, there were fewer relatives there, and the number of times I went back gradually decreased, until I never went back again.

But people have feelings, and they always have to determine a direction for themselves to go back. Surviving outside, fighting for too long, the heart will be very tired, always hoping that there is a way back, and there is a place to soothe the wrinkles and sorrows on the heart. There are hot meals, warm beds, warm greetings and delicate advice from relatives.

How many times, Chen Feng dreamed of returning to a small fishing village by the sea. In his days in the Southern Tang Dynasty, he also often thought of Red Maple Island. But once he returned, he had to admit that he would be a passer-by. The ancient poet said that "the hometown is more timid, and I dare not ask pedestrians", but I am afraid that "children do not know each other, and ask where do guests come from?" The fishing village contains Chen Feng's emotions, but in the future, there will be many things outside the fishing village, which will also affect his nerves.

It turns out that the non-secret is ruthless and ruthless, just to move forward, he has to hide his tenderness in his heart.

Unknowingly, Chen Feng stayed at the top of Peach Blossom Mountain for a long time, and no one came to disturb him. He saw the intersection of plains and hills, the combination of grassland and woods, and the soft and masculine scenery of Red Maple Island. In the cycle of the four seasons, it is either full of vegetation or vast, but what remains unchanged is the fishing song by the sea and the love of the people in the mountains and wilderness.

Standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the white clouds in the blue sky, Chen Feng seemed to be dreaming. After walking through thousands of mountains and rivers, I found that the most charming thing is my hometown.

Revenge and finding his father's whereabouts are Chen Feng's goals in the future. It's just that so many years have passed, and now, Chen Feng faintly feels that he may never see the person who gave him half of his life in his life. He didn't want to have this kind of hunch, but every time in the past, the hunch came true. He was glad in the past, but this time he really hoped that his hunch was wrong.

In any case, no matter how long it takes, Chen Feng will still embark on a journey after the matter of Red Maple Island, but his soul has already been engraved here with every flower, grass, mountain and water, and sand.

In Chen Feng's heart, Red Maple Island is a descending from heaven to the world.

Looking at the peach blossom miasma all over the mountain, the sleeves of Chen Feng's robe fluttered, and the wind surged.

At the foot of the mountain, Qi Wu, who was selling tea, opened his eyes and found himself lying on the ground. Around him, there was a mess, and even the inn that Du's shopkeeper had opened was gone, leaving only a ruined land.

Is it a dream? He shook his head and pinched his thigh randomly.

Raising his head, he was surprised to find that the peach blossom miasma that had enveloped Peach Blossom Mountain for many years was slowly disappearing. In the depths of Peach Blossom Mountain, there seems to be a whirlpool, and the long whale sucks water, and the peach blossom miasma floats towards this location and then disappears.

When he was sure that he was not in a dream, he knelt on the ground suddenly, kowtowed to Peach Blossom Mountain, and kept muttering: "The mountain god has a spirit, the mountain god has a spirit......"

The aroma of wine is biased into a dream, and the flowers fall and are emotional. When I wrote this chapter, I thought too much, and unconsciously, I turned my nostalgia into these fragmented words. Thanks to Xin (]-. -[) Lord's tip!

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