Since then, there has been a steady stream of customers.
Xia Qingchen had no time to step aside and ask several presidents.
Yue Mingzhu, who was receiving the gift at the side, curled her lips slightly and whispered softly: "It should be here soon."
East of Tianyue Ridge.
In a long canyon.
The red farewell procession ascends to the sky with gongs and drums.
In a sedan chair in the middle, Saint White Lotus took off her usual plain clothes.
The phoenix crown is beautiful, the face is red and the lips are red.
Wearing a splendid red dress, she outlines her graceful figure.
Her eyes were slightly closed, her expression as indifferent as ever.
Suddenly.
The sedan stopped.
"What's the matter?" Saint White Lotus closed her eyes and asked.
Beside the sedan, a maid who was seeing off her bride stared ahead with a surprised look on her face: "Miss, there is heavy fog ahead."
But right in front of the canyon, there was a thick yellow mist.
Saint White Lotus opened the sedan curtain, glanced outside, and frowned: "Three miles away is the valley entrance. There is strong wind all year round, how can there be fog condensation?"
The send-off team was also hesitant.
This fog is really weird.
"Miss, do you need to take a detour?"
Saint White Lotus pondered, shook her head and said: "No need, pass slowly."
If you take a detour, you will be delayed for half a day.
It will definitely delay a good time and auspicious day.
This canyon is called the East Rift Valley.
After leaving the valley, thousands of miles to the north is the Holy Land of Jianya.
Eight thousand miles to the south is the Nebula Holy Land.
Their trip should be heading north.
"Yes, miss."
The send-off team cautiously entered the mist.
The White Lotus Saint is sitting in a sedan chair.
He couldn't help but hold the soft sword in his hand.
If there is any abnormality, she will take action.
The send-off team moves forward vigilantly.
suddenly.
A scream came.
The entire wedding procession stopped immediately.
The bearers drew their swords and were alert to their surroundings.
The sedan also had to be put down.
However, they are wary of their surroundings.
Without any notice, above their heads, four men in dark robes of different colors stood soundlessly in the sky.
They are shrouded in mist and are extremely mysterious.
At this moment, the four people fell silently.
The sedan on the ground was lifted high into the sky without anyone noticing.
Then, another sedan was put down.
The whole process went without any movement.
Even the White Lotus Saint in the sedan never felt the slightest vibration in the sedan.
She thought the sedan was staying where it was.
Little did he know that his sedan chair had been lifted into the air.
The escorting team didn't know anything about it, so they carried the replaced sedan chair and continued to set off.
"The danger is over, leave immediately." shouted the escort team.
The team immediately left the fog and left through the valley entrance.
Little do they know.
Their procession left, and in the mist, another procession came out to see off the bride.
And their direction is, Nebula Holy Land!
Sword Cliff Holy Land.
Morning and noon.
There were a hundred banquet tables on the main peak, but only ten of them had guests.
The rest of the banquet tables were empty.
The wedding scene that should have been lively was deserted.
Only the red lantern was left, floating alone in the breeze.
Yu Qingyang stood at the reception desk, a shadow appearing on his calm face.
Less than one-tenth of the invited guests from Tianyueling came.
Holy Lord Jianya comforted him: "Maybe they are still on the way, please wait patiently."
Yu Qingyang looked at the noon sun and shook his head slightly: "No need to comfort me, they are all at Xia Qingchen's wedding!"
There was a sharp flash in his eyes: "He is a bit beyond my expectations."
Everyone felt that Yu Qingyang's wedding must be more grand.
However the opposite is true.
Since when did that humble speck of dust become qualified to surpass itself?
At this moment.
A giant blue bird flew over.
Standing on it is a bald man in black clothes, meticulous and giving people a very serious feeling.
Behind him were a large number of young people.
Young people wear uniform clothes.
There is a woman's head on the clothes.
That is the symbol of Tianyueling Temple!
Yu Qingyang brushed away the darkness on his face and greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Chao is coming in person to show off this junior."
The bald man in black clothes in front of him is the black-clothed envoy of Tianyue Palace, with a very high status.
In the beginning, he was the one who gave Yu Qingyang the emblem of God King.
Facing the old man's serious face, he squeezed out a smile: "You are getting married, why can't I come?"
After he landed, he looked at the empty banquet table and said, "Where are the other guests?"
Yu Qingyang didn't care and said: "A group of forces from three religions and nine streams would be better off if they didn't come. It will hinder the view of the emperor."
In his eyes, including the four major aristocratic families and the eight major holy places, they can all be described as three religions and nine streams.
It doesn't matter whether you come or not.
All it takes is a few heavyweights to be present.
He nodded to the old man and sat down.
Not long after, a young laugh came through.
"Brother Yu, how can you marry the most beautiful woman in the world without me, Yuwen Taiji?"
On the steps, a nineteen-year-old boy wearing a large green robe came up.
His sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes give people an unusually sharp look.
It is Yuwen Taiji who ranks second on the Tianyue List.
In front of him, there were several elders from Yuwen Shenmen.
Yuwen Shenmen and Tianyue Temple are the top forces in Tianyue Ridge.
With them there, the wedding was not deserted.
However, they are not what Yu Qingyang cares about most.
suddenly.
A sword cry echoed through the sky.
Looking from a distance, a middle-aged man in blue is flying in the air with a broad sword under his feet!
Chao Lao and the elders of Yuwen Shenmen stood up together, their eyes trembling with fear: "Flying with a sword, this is a strong man of the middle moon position!"
Sword flying is a type of flying in the air.
This is something that can only be accomplished by the mid-moon position.
At present, in the entire Tianyue Ridge, apart from the temple, only the ancestors of the two major divine sects can fly in the air.
A smile spread across Yu Qingyang's face, and he stepped forward to greet him: "Junior Yu Qingyang, please see the Master of the Fengwang Palace."
Chao Lao and the people from Yuwen Shenmen saluted one after another: "Welcome the Palace Master!"
Under the command of King Liang, there were eighteen palaces.
Each palace has a palace lord, who has a high position and a transcendent status.
It is an existence that overlooks the world.
Tianyue Ridge appears in front of it, but it is just a small place.
He is willing to come all the way to support Yu Qingyang, which shows how much he values Yu Qingyang.
Palace Master Feng Wang sheathed his sword and dropped it, his blue clothes floating in the air.
He was graceful and gave a gift: "Congratulations!"
Yu Qingyang bowed and thanked: "Thank you very much, Palace Master!"
"Haha, with your father and I having been friends for many years, how can I not come to your wedding?" Palace Master Feng Wang smiled and naturally sat at the VIP table.
The others stayed with me.
Just at this time.
The sound of firecrackers was heard at the foot of the mountain, indicating the arrival of the bride-to-be team.
Yu Qingyang smiled slightly and held his hands to the guests: "Everyone, please be patient. I'm going to welcome the bride."
He led a group of selected handsome men and beauties to arrive at the foot of the mountain gracefully.
"The groom has arrived, and the bride has come out of the sedan chair." The maidservant shouted with a smile.
The sedan was put down.
A graceful woman walked out from inside.
His head was already covered with a red hijab, so his face could not be seen clearly.
"Xue'er!" Yu Qingyang stared at the beautiful figure, feeling eager and longing in his heart.
Finally waited for this day.
Jiang Xuexin is hers!
I wonder what Xia Qingchen is feeling at this moment?