Chapter 513

Since then, there has been a steady stream of guests.

Xia Qingchen has no time to ask several presidents.

The moon pearl, who received the gift, gently hooked the corner of his mouth and whispered, "it should be coming soon."

Tianyue Lingdong.

In a long canyon.

Red wedding procession, gongs and drums rise to the sky.

In a sedan chair in the middle, the white lotus Saint withdrew her usual plain clothes.

The Phoenix crowns and the red lips.

A beautiful red dress outlines the graceful posture.

Her eyes were slightly closed and her expression was as indifferent as ever.

Suddenly.

The sedan chair stopped.

"What's up?" The white lotus Saint closed her eyes and said.

Next to the sedan chair, a maid seeing off the relatives stared at the front with surprise: "Miss, there is heavy fog ahead."

But right in front of the canyon, there was a thick faint yellow fog.

The white lotus Saint opened the car curtain, looked outside and frowned: "going to Sanli is the valley mouth. It's windy all year round. How can there be fog condensation?"

The sending off team also hesitated.

This fog is really strange.

"Miss, do you need a detour?"

The white lotus Saint pondered, shook her head and said, "no, pass slowly."

Another detour will delay half a day.

It must delay the good day.

This canyon is called the East Rift Valley.

After leaving the valley, it is the holy land of sword cliff.

Eight thousand miles south is the holy land of nebula.

Their trip should be north.

"Yes, miss."

The procession carefully entered the fog.

The white lotus Saint sat in the sedan chair.

He could not help holding the soft sword in his hand.

Whenever there is any change, she will do it.

The sending off team moved forward with vigilance.

Suddenly.

A scream came.

The whole sending off team stopped immediately.

The sedan bearers drew out their weapons and were vigilant around.

The sedan chair had to be put down.

However, they are vigilant around.

Without realizing it, four people in deep robes of different colors stood silently overhead.

They were shrouded in fog and were particularly mysterious.

At the moment, the four fell silently.

God unknowingly lifted the sedan chair on the ground into the air.

Then he put down another sedan chair.

There was no movement in the whole process.

Even the white lotus saint in the sedan chair did not feel the slightest shaking of the sedan chair.

She thought the sedan chair stayed where it was.

I had no idea that my sedan chair had been carried in mid air.

Without knowing it, the sending off team carried the replaced sedan chair and continued to set off.

"The danger is relieved and leave immediately." The sending off team cheered.

The team immediately left the fog and left from the valley mouth.

They don't know.

The front foot of their team left, and out of the fog came another line of seeing off.

And their direction is, nebula Holy Land!

Sword cliff holy land.

At noon on Sunday.

There are 100 banquet tables on the main peak, but only 10 tables have guests.

The rest of the banquet table was empty.

The wedding scene, which should have been lively, was deserted.

Only red lanterns were left, floating alone in the breeze.

Yu Qingyang stood on the reception platform, and a shadow appeared on his calm face.

Less than one tenth of the invited guests from tianyueling came.

The Lord of sword cliff comforted, "maybe they are still on the road. Wait patiently."

Yu Qingyang looked at the noon sun and shook his head slightly: "don't comfort me, they are all at Xia Qingchen's wedding!"

In his eyes, there was a sharp twinkle: "he, some more than I was surprised."

Everyone thinks that Yu Qingyang's wedding must be more grand.

However, the opposite is true.

Since when did the humble dust have the qualification to surpass itself?

At this time.

A big blue bird came.

On it stood a man in black with a bald head. He was meticulous and gave people a very serious feeling.

He was followed by a large number of young people.

Young people wear uniform clothes.

On the clothes, there is a woman's head.

That's the sign of tianyueling temple!

Yu Qingyang brushed away the darkness on his face and greeted with a smile: "the old man came in person and killed the younger generation."

The bald man in black in front of me is the black emissary of Tianyue temple, with a high status.

At the beginning, he gave the king of feather Qingyang badge.

Toward the old unsmiling face, squeeze out a smile: "you're married, how can I not come?"

After he fell down, he looked at the empty banquet table and said, "where are the other guests?"

Yu Qingyang didn't care and said, "it's better not to come to a group of three teachings and nine streams, which will hinder Chao laozhan's view."

In his eyes, including the four aristocratic families and the eight holy places, can be described as three religions and nine streams.

It doesn't matter whether you come or not.

As long as a few heavyweights are present.

Nod to the old man and sit down.

Soon after, a young smile came through.

"Brother Yu, how can you marry the first beauty in the world without my Yuwen Taiji?"

On the steps, a 19-year-old boy in a wide green robe climbed up.

His sword eyebrows and starry eyes make people feel extremely fierce.

It is Yuwen Taiji who ranks second in the list of heaven and moon.

In front of him, there were several elders of Yuwen Shenmen.

Yu Qingyang smiled again: "brother Yuwen, please, predecessors."

Yuwen Shenmen and Tianyue temple are the top forces of Tianyue mountain.

With them, the wedding is not lonely.

But it is not them that Yu Qingyang cares about most.

Chirp——

Suddenly.

A sword roared through the sky.

From a distance, a middle-aged man in blue, stepping on a broad sword and flying in the air!

Chao Lao and the elders of Yuwen Shenmen got up together and their eyes showed a trembling light: "flying with the sword, this is a strong man in the middle moon!"

Sword flying is a kind of flying in the air.

It's what the middle moon can do.

At present, in addition to the temple, only the ancestors of the two Shenmen can fly in the air.

Yu Qingyang thoroughly smiled on his face and came forward to greet him: "younger generation, Yu Qingyang, see the Lord of the imperial palace."

Chaolao and the people of Yuwen Shenmen saluted one after another: "welcome the palace master!"

Under the command of King Liang, there are ten palaces.

Each palace has a palace master with high power and transcendent status.

It is the existence overlooking the world.

Tianyue mountain is just a tiny place.

He is willing to come all the way to support Yu Qingyang, which shows his attention to Yu Qingyang.

Sonorous——

The Lord of the Imperial Palace received the sword and fell down, wearing blue clothes.

He was gracious and gave a gift: "Congratulations!"

Yu Qingyang bowed down and thanked: "thank you, palace master!"

"Hehe, since I have known your father for many years and you are married, how can I not come?" The Lord of the Imperial Palace smiled and naturally sat in the VIP seat.

The rest were accompanied.

Just at this time.

The sound of firecrackers came from the foot of the mountain. It was the arrival of the family seeing off team.

Yu Qingyang smiled and arched his hands to the guests: "take it easy, everyone. I'll go to meet the wedding."

He led a group of selected handsome men and women to the foot of the mountain gracefully.

"When the bridegroom arrives, the bride leaves the sedan chair." The maid shouted with a smile.

Put down the sedan chair.

From inside came a graceful woman.

The head has been covered with a red cover, and I can't see my face clearly.

"Cher!" Yu Qingyang gazed at her beautiful figure and felt a burst of eagerness and longing in her heart.

Finally wait until this day.

Jiang Xuexin, it's hers!

I don't know how Xia Qingchen feels now?

One watch tonight, five tomorrow night.