Chapter 479 The Past

When the sun sets and darkness falls, the entire Feixian League Mountain Gate is enveloped in the smell of fairy brew, and everyone is having a great time.

And at this time,

Zhang Qingyuan quietly left the main hall and came to the back mountain, where he saw Xiaoyao Taoist standing with his hands behind his back, looking at the dark night sky in the distance.

The noisy and bustling Shanmen with red lights and green wine behind him seemed to have little to do with him.

"Senior, why don't you come together?"

Zhang Qingyuan's figure walked out from behind the big tree and said softly.

Because he was thinking about the relationship between the Shenxu Forbidden Land, Zhang Qingyuan paid attention to look for the figure of Xiaoyao Lao Dao during the banquet.

But early in the morning, the other party had already disappeared into the crowd.

It seems that he broke away from the crowd very early and came here to stay quietly alone.

"Haha, as I get older, I no longer have the energy of young people. I still like to be alone."

The old Taoist Xiaoyao laughed loudly, touched his chin and beard, and said with genuine enthusiasm.

"Zhang Xiaoyou, what about you, why did you run out?"

"Actually, juniors are basically used to being alone and rarely attend these banquets."

Zhang Qingyuan smiled bitterly and touched his nose.

Something like a banquet,

Those who have memories say that the last time they participated was hundreds of years ago.

At that time, I was only in the Lingyuan realm. In order to build a closer relationship, a senior brother named Zhao Yuanyang would invite the talented disciples of their generation from other schools to hold banquets and get closer to each other, so that they could gain some understanding after entering the inner sect. Take care of each other, and at the same time communicate with each other to exchange cultivation experiences with each other to improve ourselves.

Zhang Qingyuan's eyes were a little confused.

Unexpectedly, some things passed in the blink of an eye for a long time.

Zhao Yuanyang, Shen Hongzhou, Lin Yan...the names of those who were together in the outer sect and inner sect in the past, and the experiences in those years made Zhang Qingyuan feel an indescribable feeling in his heart.

"Many years have passed..."

Zhang Qingyuan murmured in his heart, and his mood dimmed.

If those few friends had not advanced to the Cave Realm, they would all be gone now.

Just like Uncle Thirteen,

He died at the end of his life before he returned to Yuzhou.

Zhang Qingyuan couldn't help but sigh slightly.

The law of heaven is supreme and the great road is ruthless.

Unless one becomes an immortal and transcends heaven, no one can escape the cycle of life and death in this world.

"Do you think they are a little childish?"

The old Taoist Xiaoyao suddenly said,

at this time,

Although night has fallen, the lights in the main hall are still bright, and there are all kinds of people holding hands, guessing and drinking. Whether it is the lofty Dongzhen realm, or the Wanhua realm where one has reached the peak and can be called a giant, it seems that there is no status at this moment. The gap between them has become friends with each other.

This undoubtedly surprised Zhang Qingyuan, which was one of the reasons why he ran out.

It is hard to imagine that here, the aloof Dongzhen, the great power of the realm of all transformations, can actually fight with the ordinary monks of the Feixian Alliance.

Although this was because Xianjiang was drunk, this situation really surprised Zhang Qingyuan.

"No, it's just that I'm not used to it."

"My little friends, don't look at their careless appearance. In fact, behind everyone, there is a story behind them."

Xiaoyao Laodao's eyes seemed to penetrate the void, and he saw the people drinking and boxing in the hall, with a look of kindness in his eyes.

"The Zhou Dynasty has been established for thousands of years, and the top and bottom have long been in a state of decay. The common people living at the bottom are struggling to survive, and there are natural disasters, officials, nobles, and even monsters... For ordinary people, surviving today is not easy. I don’t know what sudden disaster will happen tomorrow that will destroy me.”

"Many years ago, in my hometown, several villages and towns with 100,000 people were massacred by the nobles at the top, and their heads were used for military glory."

"The living people are like grass and grass. Among the Feixian Alliance, there are many stories like this."

"There is a severe drought and famine everywhere. In order to exploit the rare treasures in the mountains, officials can drive hundreds of thousands of civilians into the mountains regardless of the dangers, using their lives to block the dangers in front of them, just to please them with those rare things. The upper class nobles..."

"The common people who live and work in peace and contentment may suddenly have an arrow piercing their heads, just because the upper-class nobles want to enjoy the fun of hunting and killing..."

"When a mortal town turns into scorched earth, it might just be a nobleman's whim to practice a newly acquired spell..."

"Many of our companions in the Feixian Alliance have had similar experiences of one kind or another. They encountered catastrophes and were brought back by the monks in the alliance to become disciples and teach them."

"They have the same past, so they get along well... In fact, they are just poor people who join the group to keep warm, because they no longer have a home, and the Feixian Alliance is their home."

"That's why every one of us has an unforgettable hatred for the imperial court. No matter how powerful the Zhou Dynasty was, we never gave up the idea of ​​overthrowing it."

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There are still 500 words left, so I’ll finish the meal first and then make up for it.