Chapter 1, A Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission
A hundred voices shouted in unison, echoing through the valleys and peaks, creating an extraordinary momentum. However, the man in the dark blue brocade robe appeared even more rigid. He raised his neck and let out a howl, his single voice, powered by profound internal strength, overshadowing the hundred-strong team.
Especially the two individuals seated on the grand chairs placed on a temporary high platform made of bamboo, one in white and the other in light yellow. They are too far away to discern their features, and through the misty clouds, one can only vaguely perceive their ethereal and graceful demeanor, reminiscent of celestial beings.
You... also... just... look... like... an eagle... don't... you... want... to rob... my... money... don't... you... and... your... sister... will... use... banknotes... to... light... the... fire... in... the... future... it... hurts... so... much... you... you... you...
Xiao Mingyu, you regard me as too mundane! Who wants your money? I want the Xiao family's secret treasure... treasure... treasure...
The faint clouds did not dissipate entirely due to the heat of the sun, drifting gently like silk or cotton, almost imperceptibly swaying with the breeze.
Xiao Mingyu, if I, Gao Tianjing, do not tear you to pieces, it would be in vain to call myself the Eagle of Lingxiao... Eagle... Eagle...
The attendants had originally been carrying Xiao Mingyu and Li Juxin down the mountain, but under Xiao Mingyu's instructions, they turned back again
He was somewhat filled with sorrow and indignation: "Chrysanthemum Heart, why, why must you marry a man who cannot even send a message across a thousand miles... a person... a person?" The mournful tone echoed through the deep canyons and vast wilderness, evoking pity and - illustrations - books.
Old... man... will... not... how... about... it? ... You... just... consider... yourself... deaf... but... still... cannot... hear... clearly... what... the... old... man... is... saying... what... what... what... what...
Emperor Taizu of Song, the 18th year of the Xingguo era
You... why... do... you... not... say... that... my... appearance... is... ruined... yet... it... is... still... stronger... than... yours... stronger... stronger... stronger
Juxin! In terms of talent and martial arts, I am on par with you and your two senior brothers; in terms of reputation and influence, I am not inferior to anyone. Why do you choose him... him... him...
He gazed longingly at the white figures that formed a continuous line across the seemingly bottomless canyon, his lips twitching.
And their leader—a handsome man dressed in a dark blue brocade robe—had a face so cold that it made the sunlight lose its warmth
Lush green, soft white, interspersed with the vibrant colors of wildflowers, the scenery is dreamlike and ethereal, resembling a divine realm.
Sichuan, Ya'an
Old... High... In fact... You... Besides... Not... Want... Face... Also... Count... As... A... Capable... Person... Chrysanthemum... Heart... No... Choice... You... Are... Because... You... Heart... Eyes... Too... Many... Lying... By... Your... Side... Do... Not... Dare... Sleep... Tread... Actually... I... Just... Not... Only... Her... Count... Me... I... Absolutely... Not... Count... Her... Oh... You... Don't... Pinch... Me... I... Just... Not... Only... Her... Count... Me... I... Absolutely... Not... Count... Her... Oh... You... Don't... Pinch... Me... This... Sentence... No... Need... To... Shout... I... Martial... Arts... Not... Good... Reputation... Not... Loud... What... There... Is... Just... A... Piece... Of... True... Heart... Heart... Heart... Heart...
As soon as the white figure waved his hand, the hundred-strong team beneath him erupted into loud cheers
There is... this... matter... you... should... hurry... come over... if it's too late... my... uncle... they... are about to... arrive... already... already... already... already...
Amidst the breathtakingly beautiful expanse of sky and mountains, the hems of the long robes worn by the five men in black fluttered with the wind, sometimes rising and sometimes settling, complementing their robust physiques and exuding an eerie sense of power
The summer sun is already very intense in the morning, and the lush trees on both sides of Bifeng Gorge remain verdant and dripping with moisture under the scorching sunlight, swaying gracefully in the breeze that blows from deep within the canyon
You... are so... malicious... old man! My... martial arts... are not... high... but I have... never... hidden... behind... an old woman... You look up... to the treasures... of the old man... and you still... think about... the old man's... wife... and you dare to... lick your face... and say... such things? Damn it... you... despicable... old man... I... have... some... respect... for you... You... you... you... lick your face... and say... such things? Damn it... you... despicable... old man... I... have... some... respect... for you... You... you... you...
You continue to dream of Laozi and your beloved wife returning, as long as you have passed the trail of the chrysanthemum fairy, everything is negotiable
A formidable enemy is approaching, and this man will only make you protect him! He will only hide behind you! In order to protect his wife and daughter, he can only seek help from other men who admire you. Will you willingly follow him... will you... will you... ...