Chapter 682 Why is her mirror different?

The view on the third floor suddenly opened up.

Different from the mysterious starry sky below, this place is a circular jade platform. The whole piece of spiritual jade on the ground is carved with a map of the stars in the sky. There is a lamp every seven steps, and the flames seem to be still and moving, like solidified star fragments.

Yun Qingqing's eyes narrowed slightly - ten feet ahead, there were already three people surrounding a bronze mirror.

After the two of them entered, as the bronze door closed behind them, a jade platform silently emerged not far away. On the platform was a similar bronze mirror, and the dragon pattern on the mirror frame still emitted a lingering glow.

"What a coincidence," Qi Mo said softly as he and Yun Qingqing walked side by side. "The rarity of the Langhuan Order is comparable to that of a top-grade magic weapon. To think we could meet another group of people here."

Yun Qingqing didn't feel anything and walked straight towards the newly appeared jade platform.

The three people who arrived first were wearing crimson robes with cloud patterns and red copper talismans hanging around their waists. They were obviously from the same sect.

The leading man was about thirty years old, with a handsome face and a bit of reserve that comes from being in a high position for a long time. When he saw the new guest, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He straightened his sleeves and took three steps forward. When he bowed, a green jade ring appeared on his wrist.

Yun Qingqing recognized at a glance that the ring was a magical weapon to protect the gods, but according to the current grade classification, it could be considered a top-grade one. It seemed that a sect that could send three disciples into the Langhuan Secret Hall at the same time would not be weak.

"Excuse me, fellow Daoist," the middle-aged man said with a gentle voice and a friendly smile. "I am Zhao Chengming, the chief disciple of the Zhengyang Sect. I didn't expect to meet you two here. It's truly fate. Where are you two Daoists from?"

He said this to Qi Mo.

Although the two people in front of him both had outstanding temperament and appearance, Qi Mo looked a few years older and was a man, so Zhao Chengming subconsciously regarded him as the dominant one between the two.

As he spoke, Zhao Chengming glanced at the two men's attire - there was no gate emblem or waist badge, and Qi Mo was also wearing plain clothes today. This simple attire actually made him pay attention to it.

It should be noted that the more a person in the Xuanmen sect returns to nature, the more likely he is to be a hidden master.

Qi Mo's folding fan quickly opened to cover the lower half of his face, revealing only a pair of smiling eyes curved like crescent moons. He took a half step back calmly.

Zhao Chengming's expression paused slightly.

The other party was clearly indicating that the girl in front of him was of higher status and was waiting for her to speak. He could only smile awkwardly.

Yun Qingqing didn't care about these things, and nodded slightly:

"Tianming Pavilion, Yun Qingqing."

The Zhengyang Sect was one of the major sects on the same level as the Seven Stars Palace. Yun Qingqing had made up for the common sense of the modern Xuanmen sect, so she naturally knew this.

However, Zhao Chengming's smile froze when he heard her answer. How come he had no impression of this sect?

As he was hesitating, the round-faced junior brother behind him suddenly exclaimed:

"Is it the Tianming Pavilion in Liang State that specializes in fortune-telling for mortals?" The round-faced junior brother raised his chin and smiled meaningfully. "I went to Liang State on business a while ago. The folk there say it's incredibly famous. It's extremely reputable."

Feng Wuya was stunned for a moment, and his eyes suddenly relaxed.

It turned out to be a newly established small sect. No wonder I had never heard of it. It was obvious that it had no strength and could not even qualify for the Xuanmen Conference. It actually came to the mortal world to show off in order to gain fame.

I'm afraid I must have been extremely lucky to get a Langhuan Order.

When he spoke again, his voice was still gentle, but his back had straightened three points.

"I never thought your pavilion could enter the third floor of the Langhuan Palace." Zhao Chengming unconsciously stroked the jade ring and chuckled softly, "It seems the rumors are true."

This was said cleverly, pointing out that the other party was just a name with some false reputation in the secular world, and also implying that his foundation in the Taoist sect was shallow.

The two fellow apprentices behind him understood what he said, looked at each other, and a sarcastic arc appeared on the corners of their mouths.

Seeing that the others were already looking down on her, Yun Qingqing lost interest in conversation and just glanced at his green jade ring, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"I can't control myself anymore."

She spoke a few words in a light tone and then walked towards the jade platform.

Zhao Chengming's expression changed several times and he froze in place.

His mind was full of thoughts about whether the little girl had really seen something, or was just bluffing and happened to come true.

"Big Brother, what did she say that she couldn't be calmed down?" The round-faced junior brother asked in confusion.

Zhao Chengming suppressed the turmoil in his heart, restrained his expression and walked towards the other side of the jade platform:

"Who knows what nonsense he's talking about? He's just a guy seeking fame and reputation. Is he worth bothering with?"

"That's true!" The round-faced junior brother had no doubt at all, and they returned to the jade platform talking and laughing.

On the other side, Qi Mo was quietly sending a message to Yun Qingqing:

"Master is still too kind to even advise that kind of person. That guy clearly thinks highly of himself... Humph! Who does he look down on?"

Yun Qingqing was calm and also transmitted a voice:

"He knows best what his inner demons are like. I'm not suggesting anything, I'm just asking him to consider his own worth."

Qi Mo was stunned for a moment, then reacted and his mood improved immediately:

"As expected of Master, you won't fight without bloodshed."

Yun Qingqing smiled calmly, tapped the bronze mirror with her fingertips, and the Thousand Thoughts Formation unfolded silently.

In an instant, thousands of threads of spiritual consciousness poured down like a galaxy, causing ripples on the mirror surface.

The tomes in the entire space vibrated at the same time, and golden runes danced around her like fireflies, forming a brilliant light curtain around her.

The three people from Zhengyang Sect were startled by the strange sight and turned their heads together.

"Big Brother, look!" The round-faced junior brother's eyes widened. "Her mirror can actually trigger a resonance in the classics!"

Zhao Chengming's pupils shrank slightly.

The bronze mirror in front of them was as calm as water, but the clear surface of the mirror was covered with golden patterns and the words in the classics were as clear as engravings.

He subconsciously touched his mirror, only to find it cold and rigid, and the difference between them was immediately apparent.

"I did hear that there's a top-grade magical treasure in the deepest part of Langhuan Palace..." The short and fat junior brother lowered his voice, "How come she had such a bad luck to actually find it?"

The round-faced junior brother also said, "Her mirror is obviously much faster. If we could have this thing to help us, wouldn't it be..."

Although Qi Mo's eyes were on Yun Qingqing, he heard the conversation between them clearly and couldn't help but sneer softly.

"You're a bunch of clueless bastards. Does my master rely on magical instruments? It's just that his spiritual awareness is a thousand times stronger than yours, okay?"

Although his voice was low, it was loud enough for the other party to hear clearly. The round-faced junior brother's face changed, and he pointed at Qi Mo and said angrily:

"you!"

Zhao Chengming grabbed him, signaled him to be quiet with his eyes, straightened his clothes, and strode forward.

Looking closely at the flowing light of books around Yun Qingqing, he was even more astonished, and a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

"Pavilion Master Yun," Zhao Chengming said, his voice deliberately gentle. "I would like to exchange the Nine-Colored Illusionary Ganoderma for this index mirror from your pavilion. Could you please grant me a favor?"

As he spoke, he took out a black ice jade box from his arms. The moment the lid of the box was opened, a nine-colored Ganoderma lucidum emerged. The body of the ganoderma was crystal clear, and nine halos of light flickered like breathing.

Qi Mo blinked his eyes slightly and chuckled softly.