Broken Night - Chapter 495

[Chapter 489 ─ Fire in July]

Broken Night

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Chapter Four Hundred and Eighty-Ninth ── 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 junior brothers have brought it here.”

“Yes.” Seven-star Taoist’s voice quickly sounded, and he waved his hand: “Let’s go back first.”

“Yes, teacher.” Song Zhixuan saluted again, facing Xu Yan and Jin Qianji smiled and walked along the way.

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

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 bored, they could only look at the clouds and mist 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, the hearts of the two 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 at Jin Qianji, he 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.

“You guys have a good look at it.” Seven Star Taoist still turned his back to the two, but the worn-out robe on his body slowly floated up without wind.

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If an outsider looked at the scene in front of him, he would definitely feel like he was in a daze and 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 of them didn’t 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 standing in the void, only 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 two mountains, three mountains.

Mountains rose from all directions, surrounding Jin Qianji.

Jin Qianji was fascinated by the mountain formed by the interlaced lines.

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 this [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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Xu Yan’s eyes are suddenly different.

Looking into the eyes is full of 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 flowed down from the seven rounds of the meniscus, and it seemed to be a coveted fruit.

But Xu Yan could clearly feel the terrifying power contained in those seven rounds.

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 a hot summer in July, and there is fire.”

“Fire in July.”

The moment the sound just sounded, the seven rounds of flames and crescent moons suddenly collided with each other toward the center!

boom!

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

Then Xu Yan, like Jin Qianji, fainted when his eyes darkened.

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Seven-star Taoist sighed, as if the pit patterns on his face became deeper, and a few more white hairs were left 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 time, 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 he was carrying two chickens and disappeared between the mountain roads.

Seven Star Taoist sat back on 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, their minds were filled with pain.

Whenever I try to recall the past, I seem to think of something, but it seems that there is nothing.

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

In Yunfu, Daoist Seven Stars 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 long known 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, “Senior brother, I don’t understand.”

Jin Qianji also shook his head and agreed: “I don’t understand either.”

Song Zhixuan chuckled, “Why don’t you understand?” The

two of them looked at each other silently, but they couldn’t get to the point.

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 Unarmor], 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, and patterns?

That’s why they all say – don’t understand.

Because there are some fragments that really fall in 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 falls directly in their minds. ”

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

And Jin Qianji was thinking of those countless mountains, and finally the big green mountain at his feet.