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Nanzhu Kingdom, the forty-third year of Emperor Jingyuan, Weiling Valley in the southwest. A young man with handsome features and a gray gown was walking hurriedly on the rugged mountain road. His name is Chen Qi, and he is from Chenjiazhuang, dozens of miles away. On this trip, he came to see a spirit girl from Wei Ling Valley. Weiling Valley is not difficult to find, but finding people is difficult. Over the years, people have only heard from their elders that there is a Weiling tribe in the Weiling Valley, but no one has ever seen anyone here, let alone a spirit girl. The mountain roads here are rugged and the carriage can only go to the foot of the mountain. An old coachman accompanying him wanted to follow him into the valley, but he stayed in the car. It was early summer, with the scorching sun in the sky. Chen Qi wandered around the valley for two hours and was already panting from exhaustion. He stopped and looked up. In front of him were rolling mountains and forests, and at his feet was the winding river. "Aunt Mu Xia! Aunt Mu Xia! My master Chen Rufeng wants to see you..." The young man's slightly childish voice echoed in the valley. Exhausted, he sat on a bluestone by the river and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves. "Master, don't blame me. I can only find it here. After walking for a long time, I haven't seen a single house. This valley is so big, I will definitely get lost if I continue to search. It is Shenshi now, and it will be dark in a while. Who knows if there are any wild animals in this mountain forest." Chen Qi murmured a few words, raised his eyes and looked into the distance, holding his palms in the shape of a trumpet by his mouth: "Aunt Muxia! My master, Chen Rufeng, wants to see you. If you hear me, show up!" His echo echoed in the valley, which seemed empty and lonely. "If you don't show up, I'll leave!" Chen Qi stood up, flicked his long sleeves, and strode down the mountain...