Broken Night

Chapter 489 ─ Fire in July

When Song Zhixuan was talking, the mountain road that was not too difficult had come to an end.

On the top of the mountain, the old figure was still facing the cloud and mist on the edge of the cliff, the fishing rod in his hand was hanging down, and nothing was hooked.

"Teacher, the two brothers and sisters brought it here."

"Yeah." Seven-star Taoist's voice quickly sounded, and he waved his hand: "Go back first."

"Yes, teacher." Song Zhixuan saluted again, smiled at Xu Yan and Jin Qianji, and walked along the way.

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When Song Zhixuan left for a long time, the whole atmosphere remained silent.

The Seven Star Taoist did not turn around, but turned his back to the two of them, and did not intend to put down the fishing rod in his hand. They were a little puzzled, but they didn't dare to say a word, enduring the change in their mood at the moment.

Gradually, the two of them looked at each other, and when they were bored, they could only look at the clouds and mists where there was nothing.

Clouds and mists are between the virtual and the real. Although you can see them clearly, when you really touch them, they can only be false.

With the tranquility on the mountain and the slowly fluttering clouds and mists, the hearts of the two of them gradually calmed down.

At this moment, Daoist Seven Stars stood up, with the fishing rod in his hand resting on the stone beside him. Looking closely at Jin Qianji, I even noticed that there was a small mark on the stone, just enough to place the fishing rod in that position, and the wind would not move.

"Take a good look and see clearly." Seven-star Taoist still turned his back to the two of them, but the worn-out robe on his body slowly floated up, automatically without wind.

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If an outsider looked at the scene in front of him, he would definitely feel that his head was watered and he couldn't figure out what was going on. I saw Taoist Seven Stars still looking at the clouds and mist on the mountain, and the three did not speak or move. But Xu Yan and Jin Qianji's eyes were full of shock.

In Jin Qianji's eyes, the whole world disappeared.

He looked around, but found that there was nothing around him, as if he was standing in the void, only the clouds and mist entangled him.

Then, something rose from the void.

That is a mountain.

But it doesn't look like a mountain.

To be precise, it suddenly looks like a mountain, but when you analyze it carefully, it is actually a mountain that is intertwined and intertwined with each other. His eyesight seemed to become endless, and the orientation of each entanglement of thin lines was so clear.

Seeing a mountain is not a mountain, seeing a mountain is still a mountain.

Then there are two mountains, three mountains.

Mountains rose from the ground in all directions, surrounding Jin Qianji.

Jin Qianji was fascinated by the interlaced mountain.

It seems that all the mountains in the world are hidden in it, and finally at the foot of Jin Qianji is the Daqing Mountain.

A voice sounded, but it seemed to be whispering in Jin Qianji's heart: "Thousands of mountains are not as good as one mountain in my heart. Let's call it [Daqingshan]."

Boom!

A big green mountain appeared out of thin air in Jin Qianji's sea of ​​consciousness, as if he wanted to burst his sea of ​​consciousness! His eyes darkened and he passed out.

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There was a sudden difference in Xu Yan's eyes.

Looking into the eyes, there are monstrous flames, or a sea of ​​fire.

And Xu Yan was floating in the sea of ​​fire, but he didn't feel uncomfortable.

Xu Yan, who was immersed in the sea of ​​fire, felt a burst of intense feeling pouring into his heart from every pore on his body. He could feel every bit of fire emotion.

This is a rather mysterious artistic conception, but the feeling that arises in his heart at this moment is moving.

Feeling the emotion of the sea of ​​fire, he was filled with infinite emotion.

Just before he could savor it.

In the sea of ​​fire, it rose and rolled.

What caught my eye was a crescent moon slowly rising from the sea of ​​​​fire.

A little bit of fire like water droplets flows down from the seven-round meniscus, and it seems to be a coveted fruit. But Xu Yan could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in those seven rounds.

It's terrifying, but it came in an upright and upright manner.

A voice sounded out of thin air, coming directly from the bottom of his heart: "It's the hot summer of July, and there is fire."

"July is on fire."

The moment the sound just sounded, the seven flames and crescent moons in front of them suddenly collided with each other towards the center!

Boom! !

What finally caught Xu Yan's eyes was a red full moon with flames!

Then Xu Yan, like Jin Qianji, passed out when it got dark.

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Taoist Seven Stars sighed, as if the pit patterns on his face had become deeper, and a few more strands of white hair had fallen out on his head. He turned to look at the two teenagers with a trace of pity on his face.

Is it the age of blooming flowers?

It's just that the world is dangerous, and the world is full of wind and rain. Which one can thrive, and which one can stand to the end?

At this moment, Song Zhixuan appeared silently and saluted the Taoist Seven Stars.

"Send the two junior brothers down."

"Yes, teacher." Song Zhixuan said respectfully, holding the back collar of the other with one hand, as if carrying two chickens before disappearing into the mountain road.

Taoist Seven Stars sat back on the side of the mountain again and picked up the fishing rod.

The cold and lonely back seemed to be getting older.

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Seven washes have passed.

When Xu Yan and Jin Qianji woke up again, their minds were filled with pain.

Whenever I reluctantly want to recall the past, I seem to think of something, but it seems that there is nothing at all.

The two discussed for a while, and finally had to ask Song Zhixuan for help.

In Yunfu, the seven-star Taoist has a very special status. Although he takes the name of a teacher, he actually never teaches anything directly. Whether Qu Xuan, Wang Qi, Xu Shichang and others encountered any confusion, they would go to Song Zhixuan directly, and then Song Zhixuan would solve their confusion.

At this moment, Song Zhixuan seemed to have known for a long time that the two would find him. Tea had already been made on the desk, and when the two of them just sat down, the tea was still warm enough to be eaten.

Jin Qianji took a sip, Xu Yan poured the tea into his mouth like an old cow chewing wax, and said impatiently, "Elder Senior Brother, I don't understand."

Jin Qianji also shook her head and agreed, "I don't understand either."

Song Zhixuan chuckled: "Where do you not understand?"

The two of them looked at each other silently, but they were a little out of touch.

Seeing this, Song Zhixuan laughed loudly, and stopped teasing the two of them: "What do you think of the master class taught by the teacher?"

Xu Yan opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't say anything. After all, the so-called unique skills, like Wang Ba's [Overlord Removing Armor], are definitely a powerful unique skills. It is also like the [Blood Fighting Fist] that Zuoxue Zhan relies on to walk the world, and it is also a unique skill.

But the Daoist Seven Stars showed them only fragmentary pictures. How could there be any unique skills, tricks, or patterns?

That's why they all said - they don't understand.

Because there are some fragments that really fall into my mind, but there is no way to start.

Song Zhixuan also replied with a serious look on his face: "The teacher will only teach unique skills, but not directly. In short, what the teacher gave you is a seed."

"This seed fell directly into their minds."

Xu Yan suddenly remembered the monstrous sea of ​​flames and the seven crescent moons of flames hanging high.

And Jin Qianji is thinking of those countless mountains, and finally the big green mountain at the foot.