Full-time Mage: I am Mo Fan's sister

Chapter 212 is confusing!

The hillside is covered with red.

There were braziers set up in front of every household, and Mo Yingge felt that the temperature in the entire village had risen by several degrees.

"Aren't you afraid of an accidental fire if you set up the brazier like this?"

Mo Yingge asked Dashan, she herself was naturally not afraid of fire, and taking a lava bath was no problem for her.

But the buildings in this village are all made of stone and wood. If a fire breaks out, it will be a huge disaster.

"It's okay. The wood for our house is all taken from the fire wood in the back mountain. It is very heat-resistant and generally won't burn." Dashan replied.

"If it really catches fire, it will be a blessing from the fire spirit!" These are the words of Dashan's wife. She seems to care even less about the house burning down.

Mo Yingge smacked her lips slightly. This might be their custom. It would be difficult for outsiders to understand.

"Aunt, let's go see Huo Huo!"

Xiaoshan didn't know that his mother was happy to burn down his house. He happily ran around Mo Yingge's legs, then ran away excitedly.

The word "Aunt Sister" was also created by the little guy himself. Dashan asked him to call Mo Yingge Auntie, but Mo Yingge herself forced him to call her sister, and then he was confused.

"Hey, hey, hey, run slower!"

Mo Yingge held little Yan Ji in his arms and trotted after them.

In the middle of the village, there is a circle of tall stone platforms, covering an area of ​​several hundred square meters and nearly two meters high.

Even more shocking than the stone platform is the tree growing in the middle.

A giant tree with a black trunk and golden leaves!
The tree was not straight but winding, with a huge crown spread out like an umbrella. Mo Yingge counted it and found that there were nine branches, each of which was longer than an adult's waist.

It would take several people to hug the tree trunk.

At first glance, Mo Yingge looks a bit like a combination of a ginkgo tree and a maple tree, but upon closer inspection, it is not the case at all.

“This is probably what they call the fire wood. It really looks magical, with leaves as golden as flames and a dark trunk as if it had been burned.

Moreover, this tree can slowly absorb the fire element in the air. I'm afraid this tree is a natural treasure!" Mo Yingge couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, many people have come to the scene. They are all wearing the most formal and simple costumes and gold and silver jewelry, which makes Mo Yingge a little dazed, as if she has returned to a distant era.

"whisper!"

Little Yan Ji opened her eyes wide and looked around. She had the mind of a child and found everything new and interesting.

Mo Yingge moved closer and found that someone was placing some fire crystals on the stone platform. As the pattern continued to be outlined, she could see clearly that this was the flame pattern on the door railings of every household.

As the ancient ceremony was being prepared, more and more people came, and some were already praying with their families.

Dashan told her that the real ceremony would begin at noon, when the sun was at its strongest.

At the same time, Mo Yingge looked at the calendar. In two days it would be the Great Heat, the middle of the dog days of summer, when the weather would be the hottest.

"Om~~~~~~~"

Invisible waves emanated, and the Fire Tree seemed to have received some kind of blessing. Its ability to absorb fire elements suddenly increased a lot, and a thin red mist could be vaguely seen in the air.

"this!!"

Mo Yingge's eyes narrowed in surprise.

This level of fire element concentration is comparable to when she releases high-level magic. It's incredible. How could a tree do this?!

"It seems that this village is not ordinary!"

She observed carefully and was surprised to find that those people who had just placed the fire crystals were surrounded by a fire elemental aura. They were obviously fire magicians. Some of them were even at the intermediate level!

Don't underestimate the mid-level magician. If the primary magic is still limited to a single person and can only destroy a room at most, then the influence range of the intermediate magic is expanded to a street. The influence range of the higher-level magic is as large as a small urban area!
Like the high-level fire magic released by Mo Yingge - Sky Flame Funeral, the core range of its falling fireworks alone is over a hundred meters in radius, not including the splashing rain of fire and the flowing flames.

In fact, a mid-level magician is enough to bully people in a small city. For example, in Mo Yingge's hometown, Bo City, the main leaders of those big organizations are just mid-level magicians. There is only one high-level magician, Zhan Kong, in the whole Bo City.

So don't look down on mid-level magicians. Not every place has a top university. It's just a cognitive illusion caused by the gathering of top talents from all over the country.

From the perspective of Mo Yingge's circle, this village is naturally nothing, but it is really extraordinary that such a remote area can cultivate so many magical talents.

"I feel like if we pull out all the magicians in this village, they can wipe out our entire Bo City." Mo Yingge complained silently in his heart.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!..."

One brazier after another was carried to the designated place and lit.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The drums were beaten by shirtless men, and each sound shook the sky.

"I'm coming!"

“Ring, ring, ring!!”

Mo Yingge stood aside holding the excited little Yan Ji. The sun was almost at its highest point, and she was looking forward to what surprises this festival would bring her.

Little Princess Yan pointed at the Firewood Tree and said it looked like the tree from which she was born.

"They really are a bit similar, both are flame trees." Mo Yingge smiled and touched the little guy's head.

Little Yan Ji didn't feel homesick at all. She just felt that the tree contained great fire energy, and it would be very comfortable if she stayed there and saw it.

"Be good, that's someone else's baby, we can't be willful~"

“Ring!”

Xiao Yanji nodded, indicating that she was a good girl and would definitely listen to her mother.

There is also a stone sundial as big as a millstone next to the square. Years of wind and sand have eroded the patterns originally engraved on it, but the stone needle can still point out when the sun is at its highest.

To the sound of ancient music, a tall and strong old priest walked slowly along the cobblestone road with a large group of people.

Today he was no longer as unkempt as before. He was wearing his most formal exclusive attire, holding a scepter that was neither gold nor wood in his hand, and wearing many gold and jade ornaments on his body.

Ancient and majestic!

Mo Yingge seemed to see one of the most ancient wizards walking slowly out of the dusty history. The heaviness of the ancient history almost suffocated her.

Every step the old priest took seemed to be on the rhythm of human heartbeats. His image was infinitely magnified in her eyes. The echo of his footsteps seemed to resonate between heaven and earth, shaking the clouds.

"No, that's not right, this is a mind illusion?!"

Mo Yingge struggled mentally for a while, and her eyes finally regained clarity. She raised her head and looked forward, and found that the old priest was also looking at her.

It's still as peaceful as before.

She looked around again, but found that no one was abnormal, as if she was the only one who had hallucinations.

"That was definitely not an illusion. What on earth were you trying to do?"

Mo Yingge suddenly felt that things were not going to be simple. She originally thought it was just a special festival celebration, and later she just sighed that this place was beautiful and had many talented people. However, the old priest's behavior just now made her feel as if she was caught in an inexplicable vortex.
I wish all my book friends good health and longevity!

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(End of this chapter)