Chapter 489 – There is a fire in July

As Song Zhixuan said on the side, the mountain road that was not too difficult to walk had come to an end.

On the top of the mountain, the old figure still faces the clouds on the edge of the cliff, and the rod in his hand hangs down, hooking nothing.

"Teacher, the two teachers have arrived. 」

"Hmm. The voice of the Seven Star Daoist quickly rang out, and he waved his hand, "Let's go back first." 」

"Yes, teacher. Song Zhixuan bowed slightly, smiled at Xu Yan and Jin Qianji, and walked along the road he had come.

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

The Seven Star Dao people did not turn around, but they only turned their backs to the two of them, and the rod in their hands did not mean to let go. They were a little puzzled, but they didn't dare to say anything, and endured the change in mood at the moment.

Gradually, the two of them looked at each other, and they could only look at the clouds and mist that had nothing to do.

The clouds are somewhere between the virtual and the real, and although they can be seen clearly, they can only be delusional when they really touch it.

With the silence on the mountain and the soothing clouds drifting, the hearts of the two gradually calmed.

At this moment, the Seven Star Daoist stood up, his rod resting on the stone block beside him. Jin Qianji, who was observant of the details, even noticed that there was a small imprint on the stone block, and he was just able to hold the rod in that position, and the wind did not move.

"Look at it carefully. The Seven Star Daoist still had his back to the two of them, but the tattered robes on his body slowly fluttered up, windless and autonomous.

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If an outsider were to look at this scene in front of them, they would definitely feel like they were bubbling up and couldn't figure out what was going on. I saw that the Seven Star Dao people were still looking at the clouds on the mountain, and the three of them didn't say anything or move. But Xu Yan and Jin Qianji's eyes were full of shock.

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

He looked around, only to find that there was nothing around him, as if he was standing in the void, and only clouds swirled around him.

Then something rose out of nothingness.

It was a mountain.

But it doesn't look like a mountain.

To be precise, it looks like a mountain, but when you look closely, it actually looks like a mountain with countless lines intertwined with each other. His vision seemed to become endless, and the direction between every thread was so clear.

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

Then there were two mountains, three mountains.

Mountains rose from all directions, enveloping the golden machine.

The mountains formed by the intersection of the lines were fascinated by the golden thousand machines.

It seems that all the mountains in the world are hidden in it, and finally under the feet of Jin Qianji is the big green mountain.

A voice rang out, but it seemed to echo in Jin Qianji's heart: "Ten thousand mountains, it's better than a mountain in my heart." Let's call it [Daqingshan]. 」

Whew!

A large green mountain appeared in the sea of Jin Qianji's knowledge, as if he wanted to explode his knowledge of the sea! His eyes went dark and he fainted.

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Xu Yan's eyes were abruptly different.

As far as the eye can see, there is a monstrous flame, or a sea of fire.

Xu Yan, on the other hand, floated in the sea of fire, but he didn't feel uncomfortable.

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

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

Feeling the monstrous sea of emotion, what arose in his heart was infinite emotion.

He didn't have time to savor it in detail.

In the sea of fire, the rising tide rolls up.

What catches my eye is the seven moons slowly rising from the sea of fire.

A little bit of flame like a drop of water, flowing down from the seventh moon, seemed to be a salivating fruit. It's just that Xu Yan clearly felt what a terrifying power was hidden in those seven rounds.

Terrifying, but it came in a fair and upright manner.

A voice rang out in the air, coming directly from the bottom of his heart: "It's a hot summer in July, and there's a fire. 」

"July Flames. 」

As soon as the sound rang out, the seven rounds of flames in front of him suddenly collided with each other towards the center!

Whoa!!

In the end, what came into Xu Yan's eyes was a red flame moon!

Then Xu Yan and Jin Qianji, like Jin Qianji, fainted as soon as it was dark in front of him.

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The Seven Star Daoist sighed, as if the pits on his face had become deeper, and a few more gray hairs had fallen out on his head. He turned to look at the two teenagers, a look of pity on his face.

Is it the age when a hundred flowers are in full bloom?

It's just that the world is dangerous, the red dust is windy and rainy, which one can thrive and grow, and which one can stand to the end?

At this time, Song Zhixuan quietly appeared and saluted the people of the Seven Star Dao.

"Let's send the two brothers down. 」

"Yes, teacher. Song Zhixuan said respectfully, holding the back of the other hand with one hand, and disappeared between the mountain roads as if he were carrying two chickens.

The Seven Star Daoist sat back on the side of the mountain again and picked up the fishing rod.

The cold and lonely back seems to be getting older.

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Seven washes have passed.

When Xu Yan and Jin Qianji woke up again, the pain in their heads was incomparable.

Every time I tried to think about the past, I seemed to think of something, but it was as if I didn't have anything.

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

In Yunfu, the status of the Seven Star Daoist was very special, although he was named as a teacher, but in fact he never taught anything directly. No matter if Qu Xuan, Wang Qi, Xu Shichang and others encountered any confusion, they would directly find Song Zhixuan, and then Song Zhixuan would solve their confusion for them.

At this moment, Song Zhixuan seemed to have known that the two would find him. Tea was brewed at the desk earlier, and when the two of them had just finished sitting down, the tea was still warm and ready to eat.

Jin Qianji took a sip carefully, and Xu Yan poured the tea into his mouth casually like an old cow chewing an oyster, and said impatiently, "Senior brother, I don't understand. 」

Jin Qianji also shook his head and agreed: "I don't understand either. 」

Song Zhixuan smiled: "Where don't you understand?"

The two looked at each other silently, but both of them were a little unfocused.

Song Zhixuan laughed when he saw this, and no longer teased the two: "Do you think, what is the absolute school that the teacher has passed on?"

Xu Yan opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he didn't say anything. After all, the so-called extremism, like Wang Ba's [Overlord Removing Armor], is definitely a powerful extremism. It is also like the [Blood Battle Fist] that the Left Blood War Lai has walked the world, and it is also a unique science.

But what the Seven Star Dao people saw to them was just fragmentary paintings, how could there be any extremism, tricks, or patterns?

So they all said – I don't understand.

Because there are some fragments that do fall in the sea of minds, but there is no way to start.

Song Zhixuan also replied with a serious look on his face: "The teacher will only teach absolute learning, but not directly. To put it simply, what the teacher gave you is a seed. 」

"This seed is directly in their heads. 」

Xu Yantong thought of the monstrous sea of fire and the seven rounds of flames hanging high in the moon.

And Jin Qianji remembered the countless mountains, and finally the big green mountain under his feet.