At night, a bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the bright moonlight is sprinkled on Cuiyun Mountain, which is bleak and cold. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

On a cliff on Cuiyun Mountain, a young man in white stood alone on the top of the cliff, the cold wind blew the corners of the boy's clothes rattling.

The young man stood tall and existed in this world, but he was lonely and depressed, incompatible with this world, as if he should not be in this world.

"Alas, the dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming. It's August 15 again, damn Mid-Autumn Festival! The young man looked at the moon and cursed the Mid-Autumn Festival in his mouth, but his eyes revealed a touch of sadness and loneliness that could not be concealed.

Long Yunfeng has been in Cuiyun Mountain for nearly half a month, and when he went down the mountain yesterday, he heard the nearby villagers talking about the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the string hidden in the deepest part of Long Yunfeng's heart twitched!

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives.

Long Yunfeng didn't understand this before, but now he understands it, but if he has a choice, he would rather not understand it for the rest of his life.

crossed over, became a little white dragon in the West Sea, and by chance, obtained the ancestral dragon inheritance and reached the Da Luo Golden Immortal, immortality has become a reality, and glory and wealth are at your fingertips.

It's something that many people dream of, and it's something that many people can't get in their lifetime.

In the past, Long Yunfeng was also one of these "many people". But now that he has these things that many people can't get in their lifetimes, he is still sad.

Because of loneliness! Because of loneliness!

What if you become famous? Who is with you? What's the point of achieving something big when all the achievements can only be enjoyed by one person?

Long Yunfeng doesn't think about these emotions in ordinary times, because these thoughts are just asking for troubles, and they don't make any sense. So he subconsciously avoided and didn't think about it.

But today is different, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival! A day when the whole family and He Meimei sat together to eat moon cakes and admire the moon, a festival that was never taken to heart by Long Yunfeng after the age of fourteen.

It's just that now, in different places and at different times, Long Yunfeng feels unprecedented bitterness.

In the decades of leaving Eagle Chou Jian to go to the mortal world to practice, Long Yunfeng is most afraid of these festivals, especially the Spring Festival and the Mid-Autumn Festival, he left the mortal world early to go to Beihai, in addition to not adapting to the customs of the mortal world, more importantly, he is afraid of festivals.

In order not to celebrate the festival again, he fled.

All kinds of things in the past life came to mind, father, mother, naughty but sensible and well-behaved little sister, and a few bad friends, and the faces that I thought I had forgotten but were familiar appeared in front of me.

Long Yunfeng's eyes couldn't help but moisten a little.

"Are you all right?"

"Dad, have you quit smoking? Don't be chased and scolded by my mother anymore. ”

"Mom, don't always worry about who cares, just get by!"

"Little sister, have you made your parents angry? I hope not. ”

"The second, the third, and the fourth, without me, will you become the third 'cheap' guest?"

"The second child, you should be married! I hope you will have a happy life when you step into the grave of love! As for the third and fourth children, I don't know if they have found a girlfriend. ”

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Every sentence is what Long Yunfeng wants to say in the deepest part of his heart now, Long Yunfeng at this moment is not the powerful Da Luo Jin Immortal, nor is he the future Dragon Emperor of the Dragon Clan, let alone the peerless genius who is expected to surpass Pangu Hongjun, now he is just a wanderer who is homesick alone.

Fallen leaves return to the roots, do I still have roots? Maybe there is, but maybe you won't be able to return to your roots in this life!

Even if you become famous, you don't have no roots in this world after all, you are just an outsider and a spectator.

Thoughts are like wine, the longer it is stored, the stronger the mellow aroma of the wine. Long Yunfeng deliberately forgot on weekdays, and at this moment, the pent-up thoughts all exploded at once.

In the past and present life, scenes of memories flashed in front of my eyes, in my previous life, I played tricks in school, secretly watched the restricted English movies in the dormitory at night, or complained and scolded each other with netizens on the Internet. In this life, the night of fighting Jiao on the North Sea, the depth of the weak water is inherited.

Every scene seems so unreal and yet so real.

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou.

Which is true and which is false? Maybe it's all true, or maybe it's all false.

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Long Yunfeng smiled bitterly, took off the wine gourd pinned to his waist, that is, the wine gourd that the Tongtian Sect Master left for Long Yunfeng, raised it towards the sky, and then poured it into his mouth.

When the wine entered the throat, a wonderful sensation suddenly came, the fierceness of the fire and the gentleness of the water seemed to be in this sip of wine, and the wonderful taste spread from the tip of the tongue to the body. From the spring point at the bottom of the foot to the Baihui point on the top of the head, fluttering like a fairy, as if living in a fairyland, not in the world.

It is worthy of the fine wine brewed by the Tongtian Sect Master himself.

It's just that at this moment, Long Yunfeng didn't care about the mellow aroma and taste of this wine, and at this time, he was only drunk in his heart. Although getting drunk and relieving a thousand sorrows is not all about escaping, it is enough for Long Yunfeng to escape for a while!

You don't need to think about it so much, just get drunk. It is naturally good to be willing to be paralyzed, to be sober, but sometimes it is better to be in a coma, it is rare to be confused, it is rare to be confused, and the shrewd I sometimes desires to be confused.

Long Yunfeng was in this situation now, the wine gurgled into his throat, and a part of the wine spilled down his throat to the ground, and Long Yunfeng didn't take it to heart.

Niu Drink Peony, if the Tongtian Sect Master knew that Long Yunfeng treated him like this, he might be so distressed!

Get drunk, get drunk, get drunk and die.

The bleak moonlight sprinkled on Long Yunfeng's body complemented each other, the same loneliness, the same sadness.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

Unconsciously, Su Shi's "Water Tune Song Head" was recited in Long Yunfeng's mouth.

Mingyue, Mingyue, I hope you can really send my blessings to my loved ones.

Long Yunfeng, who was bent on getting drunk, didn't notice that in the darkness not far away, the red-clothed Iron Fan Princess was walking towards him step by step.

I didn't find the Mid-Autumn Festival, such a festive day, but there was no half of the festivities on the entire Cuiyun Mountain, or as always, it was deserted, no, it was more deserted than before!

Princess Iron Fan looked at Long Yunfeng lying on the ground with a complicated face, I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. Good poems, good sentences!

Thoughts couldn't help but fly, and a young but handsome young face and a cold and beautiful woman's face appeared in front of the iron fan.

Maybe it was influenced by Long Yunfeng's words, or maybe it was the mutual attraction of two people who were also sad, and the iron fan was constantly approaching Long Yunfeng. In the end, neither Tie Fan nor Long Yunfeng noticed that the two of them were already sitting together unconsciously.

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