Chapter 8: The Moon Festival (1)

The day when the adult winged people climbed the ancient tree in the center and condensed their wings was called the moon sacrifice day, and the Zhongzhou people worshipped the moon more than the sun, and they believed that the winged people who did not condense their wings on the moon festival day and died were returned to the moon god to reshape their bodies, waiting to be reborn again.

The first moon festival day after White Flame arrived at Sky Castle has finally arrived.

Early in the morning, when Bai Yan was still practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard, he heard someone talking about the news of the Moon Festival, but he secretly waited for a day and didn't see anyone climbing the central ancient tree, is there no one who has reached adulthood this year?

In the evening, the moon gradually climbed into the sky.

Han Fuzi was still full of literature and history, and blurted out, Meteor Frost was sitting in danger, and Bai Yan listened with relish.

"White Flame, White Flame, come on, the Moon Festival is about to begin...... It's started. As soon as Bi Yifei stepped into the Zongheng Pavilion, he met Han Fuzi's cold and hard gaze, and the foot that had just stepped into the threshold was timidly retracted, saying in his heart that he was really a nasty old man.

After Han Fuzi glanced at Bi Yifei, he ignored her and continued to lecture, and Bi Yifei was standing at the door, not daring to enter or leave.

After talking for a while, I saw that Bai Yan was a little absent-minded, and Meteor Frost was not as upright as he was sitting just now, so he pretended to be angry and glared at Bi Yifei, turned back to Bai Yan and Meteor Frost and said, "Okay, okay, hurry up and go to see the Moon Festival Ceremony, I can't learn anything here, and my heart is not here!" ”

Bai Yan was stunned for a moment and immediately reacted, stood up and bowed to the end: "Thank you, Master!" Then he turned to Meteor Frost and said, "Let's go see it together!" ”

Meteor Frost nodded slightly, got up and saluted his master.

"Hurry up, hurry up, it's already started!" Bi Yifei waved excitedly at the door, and before leaving, he didn't forget to turn around and playfully stick out his tongue at the master.

"Hey, this girl!" Han Fuzi said with a smile.

The central square of the city in the sky.

When they arrived, the square was already full of people. Although he had seen it many times, every time he looked up at the ancient tree in the center, Bai Yan couldn't help but admire. The central square is a vast open space, where all the big things of the Wing Clan are held, and the central ancient tree is in the middle of the central square, and the roots of the ancient tree are in the Wing Forest below the Sky Castle, and it is said that the entire trees of the Wing no Forest are bred from the central ancient tree. The girls and boys who participate in the Moon Festival need to climb from the roots of the ancient tree to the top, and then jump down and fly into the sky with their wings condensed.

Bai Yan looked at the ancient tree in the center, there were already tens of thousands of winged people climbing towards the top of the tree, the main trunk of the ancient tree was already densely packed, Bai Yan suddenly remembered the scene of watching a group of ants lining up on the tree in the yard when he was a child.

"Look, look, they're going to jump down, let's go ahead!" Bi Yifei took Bai Yan's hand and squeezed forward in the crowd, and when he saw the air, he walked over, turned around and said, "Hold on to me, this place is very big, and there are many people, don't get lost", Bai Yan turned around and took Meteor Frost's hand again, "Let's go, let's go together." Meteor Frost frowned, but followed.

"Look, that's the Feng family's wind line, hey, and the fire family's fire barrier!"

When Bai Yan and the others finally squeezed to the front of the crowd, they happened to see a group of winged people at the front jumping from a height of thousands of meters, and before they fell a hundred meters, two winged people condensed their wings and flew upward, which should be the wind and fire in the crowd. It didn't take long for the winged people to spread their wings one after another and fly into the sky.

The first batch of wingmen were the fastest and most talented, and they basically condensed their wings before they fell halfway.

"If the Wing Clan is willing to send troops to help the young master, then why fear the princes!" Wei Ke watched from afar as the newborn winged man soared into the sky, covering the sky and the moon.