The two figures slowly fell from the sky, and bursts of powerful heat rose little by little, not the Flame Mountain, where was there such a powerful heat.

On the Flame Mountain, a pitch-black earth came into the eyes of the two of them, huge beams, bricks and tiles, all over the ground, a ruin, desolate with a little desolation.

Wen Chong just fell, his whole body knelt down heavily, bent down deeply, and said deeply: "Father, mother, the child is back." ”

The long-lost parting feeling overflowed deeply from his body, his eyes were a little moist, and the scene of that night was still imprinted in his heart all the time.

"Burn. Shujing knelt with him behind him, her hand gently resting on his shoulder, conveying a sense of care.

"That night, Yangmen was robbed, and my father sent all of us out of this dangerous area safely for the sake of the entire Yangmen, and I sacrificed my life to fight against the people of the Demon Dao, and I suddenly felt that I was really useless. Wen Chong said, his emotions gradually getting excited.

"You've always been strong in my heart, and your father will be proud of you, so you have to get stronger. Shu Jingyi's eyes revealed a sense of trust and affirmation for him.

"Well, I'm going to get stronger. Wen Chong said indignantly, he stood up, bursts of heat returned to him, looking at his back, faintly unable to say how powerful it was.

He looked in the direction ahead, in the ruins, a big stone tablet had come into his eyes, his figure disappeared in a blink of an eye, three steps and two jumps, into the ruins, a big stone tablet towered in front of him, indescribably magnificent, but inexplicably with a little desolation.

"This is?" Wen Chong exclaimed, there were no words on it, just a smooth stone slab, only a layer of strange energy fluctuations appeared on it, and a thick breath flowed on it.

Wen Chong was even more surprised, pressing one hand on the stone slab, an inexplicable familiar energy flowed into his body, and he clearly felt that this was created by Yangmen Xuangong.

"Big brother ......." Wen Chong said softly, this tombstone was naturally made by Wen Xu, at this moment, a strange body of fire appeared on the tombstone, and word by word fluttered out in front of his eyes, this is an ancient text, just like the books he saw in his grandfather's cabin, the font is strange but thick, and he soon knew the meaning.

"Yangmen Xuangong, really domineering, is this what the eldest brother left for me?" Wen Chong whispered, and Shu Jingyi also came to his side, shocked by this ancient text, although she couldn't recognize it, but she could feel the surging breath of fire.

"Well, I understand, Jingyi, let's go. Wen Chong said.

"Go there?"

"Where I used to stay. After Wen Chong finished speaking, his body was already barely lucky, pulled Shu Jingyi and flew to the back mountain of Flame Mountain, where a delicate wooden house still stood so safely, no matter the wind and rain, everything has not changed, what has changed is only the passage of time and the traces of time.

"What is this wooden house?" Shu Jingyi said a little curiously, the wooden house was vast, and the aura exuded by the whole room was so indisputable, which made people's hearts calm down instantly.

"This wooden house was built by my grandfather, I used to live here, and now I have found out that the original wooden house is so magical, no wonder I was in retreat here, in just a few years, I can fly straight up, it turns out that there is a wonderful formation here. Wen Chong only saw it at this time, the yang energy on the wooden house slowly gathered, and the breath became so calm here, cultivating here must be three times as much as in ordinary places, only when Wen Chong cultivated like this, he could see it.

"What a magical house, I love it so much. Shu Jingyi said with a smile, her eyes were full of comfort, although there are no beautiful mountains and rivers here, but it is also a little quiet, it is worthy of being a good place for Qing Xiu.

"Tonight, you're going to stay here. Wen Chong pushed open the door, the room was still unchanged, the table was still quiet, and the vast bookish atmosphere of the books was still so strong.

"What about you?" said Shu Jingyi curiously.

"Hehe, I'm going to build a wooden house. Wen Chong said with a smile.

He was on the side of the forest road, collecting wood piece by piece, picking up piles of wood, holding some simple tools, cutting the wood chips neatly and neatly with three planing and two clicks, nailing and mending, and soon a wooden house was built, Shu Jing looked at him on the edge of the windowsill, at this moment he seemed so ordinary, the sweat on his head had oozed out, like a skilled carpenter, working hard, she thought: "If you live your life so peacefully, is it also a beautiful thing." "The night is getting deeper, the wind blows gently, there is no heat as always on the flame mountain, accompanied by the cool evening breeze, or that night, or that day, or as smooth as ever, nothing has changed, but the time has changed.

Under the night sky, a figure stood majestically on the cliff, his eyes were still looking in that direction, as before, his mind gradually looked back, thinking of the snow-white figure, was it still her? Wen Chong was asking himself, and he smiled, all relieved.

Shu Jing stayed comfortably in that quiet wooden house, her thoughts drifted away, was everything here where he had lived? If there were not so many disputes in the world, would everything be better, looking at the new wooden house next door, the lights were still shining like that, but it was empty, she wanted to know what was in his heart, but she never had this plan, as long as she could quietly watch his back, everything was enough.

It's dawn, it's a refreshing morning, that little bit of rain and dew, and gently hit the green new leaves, the new wooden house has long been gone, Shu Jingyi slightly felt that clear morning, knowing that a figure is not far from him, his face is filled with different happiness, like a little woman, boiling water and cooking, this is life.

In the distance, a huge valley, surrounded by hot mountain cliffs, a man has come here a long time ago, the surroundings here are obviously different from the outside world, the powerful heat seems to be burning at any time, this is where Wen Chong practiced.

He didn't know when he arrived here, the whole shirt was already soaked, the sweat was still oozing on his forehead, and the heat was absorbed by him and then spit out, he kept carrying the breath in his body, obviously, here, his skills were quickly restored, and now it is only a short time, the fire qi that was absorbed by the fire dragon in the last battle has also been quickly recovered, and the fire glass is on his chest, constantly absorbing the fire and becoming more red.

Wen Chong kept emitting powerful fire energy, transforming in the air, precipitating in the air, and exploding in the air, just swinging out blow after blow, but it didn't achieve the effect he wanted at all.

"Still can't do it? Wen Chong kept thinking about it, and the yang flames that rose to the sky were like playthings in his hands, controlled at will, but there was still a huge gap between the momentum and the yang flames blooming from Wen Xu.

"Hey, it seems that I only realized the form, but not the meaning, how did the eldest brother break through to such a height. Wen Chong thought and practiced repeatedly, and the fire energy bloomed out on his body again and again, and powerful flames splashed everywhere.

Another hour passed, and he had taken off his clothes, revealing his sturdy body, which looked a little dark under the fascination of this heat, "Since it can't work, let's practice the power of the fire dragon first." Wen Chong said to himself, after all, the power of the fire dragon is so strong that he can't fully control it, as he said, now his Xuan Gong is just a form, but the artistic conception is still too far away, and it is difficult to deal with it when he encounters a master.