Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

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Above the vast expanse, the goshawk is circling,

The wings stretched out and hovered in the sky, blocking the hot and dazzling sun in the sky.

The scream was sharp and long, piercing the thin and cold air and echoing throughout the valley.

The huge valley is actually split open.

There are high cliffs on both sides, and a wide canyon nearly a hundred meters wide stretches across the center.

The forest below the canyon is densely covered with weeds. From time to time, long centipedes crawl across and leave paw prints.

In this silent canyon, the goshawk kept hovering in one place, shouting excitedly.

The shadow fell on the ground and passed quickly, leaving no trace behind.

Deep in the forest, the sound of fighting continued, and the fierce power directly broke many trees, showing a tendency of leaving a bare patch in the middle.

As the goshawks flew in the sky, the fighting on the ground became more and more intense.

The dust is rising in the dust, and the dark patterned robes are flying.

A man with a delicate mask on his face quickly landed and sat on the sedan again.

Three thousand black hairs hung down at his side. He leaned on the chair, hooked his long hair, slowly followed it, and smiled softly.

The voice was soft and long, like a poisonous snake, male and female could not be distinguished, and the laughter echoed in the canyon.

"These little bastards have sent so many people here, and here they are?"

The exquisite mask is made of sterling silver, full of light and shining in the sun.

Surrounding the sedan were four beautiful women, dressed as maids, and they all smiled mercilessly.

He covered his lips and looked at the scarred so-called decent man opposite him, with a look of merciless pride on his face.

Squeeze the shoulders and legs of the man on the sedan, and by the way, wipe away the dust that was accidentally stained.

There is no sense of urgency like a battle, more like an outing.

Compared with the people opposite who were wearing simple cloth, the clothes here were gorgeous and the colors were bright.

The man's body is made of a piece of Jiangnan Yunjin, which is exquisitely carved, and the threads are golden and evenly polished.

Wearing it on the body, the clothes are half exposed, revealing the white chest. It is romantic and coquettish, and every gesture is evil.

This is the greatest protector of the Mingyue Sect—An Chi.

Because he has practiced evil arts since he was a child, his body has long since become neither androgynous nor male.

His body was soft, he leaned on the chair with one hand, yawned, and raised his hand.

"Boring, let's go."

"Yes, sir."

The maids who pressed his legs and shoulders immediately withdrew their smiles, lifted up the sedan with expressionless expressions, used Qing Kung Fu, and left the place.

A group of disgraced people were left in the canyon, smoke rising everywhere, coughing and adjusting their breath.

Nie Shiye, the head of Jianzong Pavilion, sat on the ground with a sword on his back, suppressed the blood rising in his throat, and slowly adjusted his breathing.

The disciples behind him didn't look much better. They were supporting each other and couldn't speak at all.

Today, the two sects of Jianzong Pavilion and Haoran Taoist Academy came to Fusang Valley aggressively. As a result, the master of Fusang Palace only sent one great protector, and they were all rendered helpless.

Weng Linqing, the Taoist priest of Haoran Taoist Temple, was seriously injured and fell into a coma. Although Nie Shiye seemed to be fine, in fact he still suffered internal injuries.

A group of people came in force, but were beaten like dogs in water. They were disgraced and their morale was greatly reduced.

The disciples were in low spirits and coughing, so they slowly helped Nie Shiye up.