Chapter 285: Master of Tianji Pavilion (34)
Unfortunately, Yan Qing’s peaceful life was broken again after just a few days.
An accident occurred on Zhaoyang Sword Master's side.
Yan Qing once gave Zhaoyang Jianzun a jade pendant with her spiritual sense that could be used to contact her, making it convenient for Zhaoyang Jianzun to contact her.
And now, Yan Qing felt that the spiritual consciousness was touched.
It was not the kind of touch that occurred during contact. If Yan Qing felt correctly, the jade pendant was attacked, and the attack was so powerful that it affected the spiritual consciousness contained in it.
Yan Qing's gray eyes moved slightly, she closed her eyes, raised her hands and began to make hand gestures. A green light lingered around her fingertips, rapidly changing position along with her slender fingertips.
After a while, Yan Qing stopped calculating. She opened her eyes, and a hint of deep thought flashed across her eyes.
The hexagram indicates a very bad omen.
She originally wanted to calculate it more clearly to see what happened to Zhaoyang Sword Master.
But all I could see was a fog.
This was the first time such a situation had occurred since Yan Qing had been playing the role of Wang Shu and making calculations and deductions. Not even a single clue could be seen, and the front was completely obscured by thick fog.
She lowered her eyes and pondered for just a second before deciding to create a clone to follow the spiritual consciousness she left in the jade pendant to check on Zhaoyang Sword Master.
Yan Qing immediately sat down cross-legged, his white clothes piled up, the stars above him twinkling, and his destiny intertwined.
Her eyes were closed, and her consciousness had already passed through the divine sense to the place where Zhaoyang Sword Master was.
When Yan Qing opened her eyes again, the scene in front of her had changed. It was no longer the familiar scene in the Astrology Pavilion, but a fog that she had seen when she was fortune-telling before.
She raised her hand and touched her eyes, which were immediately covered with a piece of white silk to conceal the secret. Only in this way could Yan Qing's clone walk outside.
Covered by the white silk, Yan Qing frowned, somewhat surprised that she did not appear beside Zhaoyang Sword Master. Logically speaking, through that mark of spiritual consciousness, she should have appeared directly around the jade pendant, that is, around Zhaoyang Sword Master.
And now, Yan Qing raised his eyes and looked around. Through the white silk, he could vaguely see that the surroundings seemed empty under the cover of fog.
Yan Qing looked more serious and was about to look around, but after she took a step, the fog slowly faded away, revealing the real scene that was obscured by the fog.
Red silk was fluttering, wedding characters were hung high, and the hall was filled with guests, making it very lively.
What I saw before me was a wedding scene.
Yan Qing frowned slightly. She looked around and found herself among the guests who came to congratulate her.
But if you look closely at the guests, you will find that their facial features appear harmonious from a distance, but blurry up close. The only thing that is clear is perhaps the blood-red corners of their mouths that appear to be grinning with joy.
This situation and this scene are full of weirdness.
Yan Qing's heart sank. Just as she was about to explore again, she heard a high-pitched suona sound behind her, interrupting all her thoughts.
Yan Qing looked back.
The tightly closed door in the yard opened wide, and a strong wind blew outside, causing the red lanterns hanging on the eaves to sway from side to side.
A group of unclear figures were moving slowly towards this side, and a sedan chair could be vaguely seen among them.
Wherever the group of people passed, there were loud gongs and drums, high-pitched suona music, and white paper money scattered all over the street. The strong wind picked it up and it floated into the air.
Yan Qing's eyes suddenly became solemn.
Such a strong ghostly aura.