On Yujing Mountain, under the Seven Treasures Tree.
Eight trees of seven treasures, "climbing the hills and looking in all directions, looking at the stars and seeing the sun and the moon", maintain a distance that is neither far nor near, as if within reach at any time, but in fact difficult to reach, and grow wantonly in Daluotian. The towering trees that block out the sun are lush and green, with swaying branches and leaves, like giants from ancient times, wearing brown fairy robes, holding a green velvet paper umbrella, standing tall in the sun, looking at all directions of the pre- and post-heaven.
Sect Leader Zhao felt as if the sound of his heart, as crisp and sweet as red fruits, was ringing in his ears again.
"The eight directions of the innate are Qian in the south, Kun in the north, Li in the east, Kan in the west, and Dui in the southeast. Er... Dui, Dui southeast. No, no, is it Dui west?" Xinxin can never memorize what comes after Dui southeast, and it's easy for her to mix up the words. Every time she gets to the end, she'll end up almost crying.
The third junior brother who had learned Zhouyi Bagua the best would patiently answer Xinxin over and over again: "Uncle Junior, Duidongnan is correct, and Duixi is the eight directions of the acquired nature."
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