Chapter 580: Death Bell
"Special?" Yun Qingqing was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Feng Yin shook the bronze mirror in his hand:
"It was the Mingling Mirror that just revealed to me that it was necessary to tell the fortune for the Regent. Don't worry, since it is the one who is going to tell the fortune, it will make sure that I am fine."
"I see." Yun Qingqing nodded, "Thank you very much."
Feng Yin nodded happily and handed the small bronze mirror to Xiao Changheng:
"Please hold it firmly and lay it flat. Make sure it is steady."
Xiao Changheng held the mirror with his hand as instructed. Feng Yin took out a jade bottle from his arms, opened the lid, and a fresh breath overflowed from the bottle.
Feng Yin once again reminded Xiao Changheng to hold the mirror level, then pour the liquid in the bottle onto the mirror, and then make hand gestures and mutter something.
The liquid spread evenly on the surface of the bronze mirror, and the surface suddenly glowed faintly, gradually revealing a picture.
Yun Qingqing moved closer to Xiao Changheng and looked into the bronze mirror in his hand. She saw a palace located among the mountains.
The palace is built against the mountain, with flying eaves and pointed corners, white walls and green tiles. The courtyard is dotted with exotic flowers and plants, and the environment is quiet and peaceful.
Yun Qingqing looked at the bronze beast guarding the eaves that flashed by in the picture, and her eyes flickered slightly.
Suddenly, the young Taoist priest Feng Yin said softly:
"this……"
He had just said a word when he saw the light on the mirror suddenly became dazzling, followed by a crisp cracking sound, and the mirror surface of the bronze mirror actually cracked.
The light disappeared, and no liquid was left on the mirror.
"Hiss... How could this happen!" Feng Yin was startled and immediately took the mirror back into his hand.
At almost the same moment, Yun Qingqing grabbed Xiao Changheng's wrist and pulled his hand in front of her to examine it.
Xiao Changheng looked at the nervousness in her eyes, curled his fingertips slightly, and whispered:
"I'm fine."
Yun Qingqing frowned, pinched his wrist with one hand, grasped his fingertips with the other hand, spread out his palm, and found that his palm was slightly red.
Although it is not obvious, it is indeed a sign of burning.
"…It's okay, it will be fine soon."
"Don't move!"
Xiao Changheng frowned slightly and wanted to pull his hand back, but was stopped by Yun Qingqing.
A faint light appeared on her palm, and she covered Xiao Changheng's palm with her palm. Their palms were pressed tightly together, but Xiao Changheng felt a coolness, and the skin that had been burned by the bronze mirror immediately felt much more comfortable.
After a moment, Yun Qingqing withdrew her hand and watched his palm return to normal before letting go and her expression returned to calm.
Yun Qingqing turned to Feng Yin with a serious expression.
The young Taoist priest was looking left and right in the bronze mirror, with a painful look on his face:
"Oh my, I knew that the Mingling Mirror would bear the consequences of my divination, but I didn't expect the backlash would be so severe! This is a treasure passed down by our Changliu Mountain's founding ancestors. Now I'm going to be scolded to death by my masters and uncles..."
Yun Qingqing interrupted him and said:
"Did you get anything out of that divination just now, Taoist priest? Is there any problem with that place?"
She clearly heard Feng Yin's surprised voice when he saw the image in the mirror.
"That place is not problematic..." The little Taoist priest looked at the broken bronze mirror, sighed, put it in his arms, leaned back on the chair, and said, "That is the forbidden area in the back mountain of our Changliu."
Yun Qingqing was slightly stunned, and looked at Xiao Changheng, as if thinking about something.
Feng Yin looked at the two of them and said:
"According to the revelation of the Mingling hexagram, it seems that the Regent has some connection with our Changliu Mountain. In my opinion, you should go to Changliu Mountain. Perhaps the hexagram will give you an answer then."
Yun Qingqing frowned slightly, thinking without saying anything.
She understood that what Feng Yin said made sense, but the hexagram was about Xiao Changheng. Whether or not to go depended on his own decision.
However, Yun Qingqing found it difficult to persuade him to take this trip when she thought of all the grievances and criticisms he had suffered in the Seven Stars Palace.
Although Xiao Changheng's current strength is such that few of the younger generation of Xuanmen can be his rivals, Yun Qingqing also understands that if the people of Xuanmen are xenophobic, they will not care about his true strength at all.
The mere fact that one has no natural roots is enough to be regarded as an alien by those people.
"Or, let's wait a little longer..." Yun Qingqing was silent for a while and said softly.
Once she finds a way to reshape Xiao Changheng's bones, it won't be too late to explore his relationship with Changliu Mountain.
But before she could finish her words, Xiao Changheng asked Feng Yin:
"Excuse me, Taoist priest, where is your sect?"
Feng Yin saw that Yun Qingqing didn't seem to want to go, and was secretly worried. When he heard Yun Qingqing's question, he quickly answered:
"Our Changliu Mountain is located at the junction of Lianzhou and Fangzhou in the northwest. This is the topographic map of the two states."
He took out a feng shui map made of silk from his pocket, handed it to Xiao Changheng, and pointed to a place and said considerately:
"This is Changliu Mountain... Oh no! We have been in seclusion for a long time, and the mountain gate is very strict. I have to give you a token..."
Feng Yin slapped his forehead and felt around his body for something that could be used as a token of trust, but after searching for a long time he couldn't find anything.
Finally, he simply took out a piece of yellow paper, took out a pen and started writing and drawing on it. After a while, he had drawn a talisman that was so sloppy that it was dazzling.
"Here, take this. When you get to the mountain gate, just say you're my guest." Feng Yin pointed his thumb towards himself and said, "If anyone dares to stop you from entering the mountain gate, light this talisman on the spot. I promise that the person who stops you will regret it~"
Yun Qingqing looked at the talisman, curled the corners of her mouth, and two big words popped up in her mind.
What a loss.
Xiao Changheng was about to put the talisman away, but he keenly noticed Yun Qingqing's eyes and paused:
"how?"
Yun Qingqing answered the question irrelevantly and returned to the previous topic:
"There's no rush to go to Changliu Mountain. Why don't you wait a little longer? I'll go with you after I finish some things."
She planned to reshape Xiao Changheng's bones, which required special treasures from heaven and earth. Although she didn't know where to find them now, she still had a backup plan if it didn't work.
But no matter which method you use, it takes time.
Feng Yin suddenly said:
"Ah... I forgot to mention something just now. There is another point in the information in the Mingling Mirror. If the Regent wants to go to Changliu Mountain, it is best to do so before the Xuanmen Conference begins. The longer this matter is delayed, the greater the disturbance to the hexagram will be, and it will be inaccurate."
Yun Qingqing frowned slightly, calculated the time in her mind, and asked:
"Aren't the Xuanmen conferences held in the middle of the year? If it's in June or July, it's still okay..."
"Eh? Don't you know yet?" Feng Yin suddenly asked in surprise, "The previous Xuanmen Conference was indeed held in June and July, but the time has been changed this year."
"Changed?" Yun Qingqing was stunned for a moment, "When was it changed? Why did they change the time?"
"This is the first time that Changliu Mountain is participating in this conference, and we don't know the basis for setting the time, but I can confirm the changed time." Feng Yin said.
“On February 2, the dragon raises its head!”
"February 2?" Yun Qingqing was shocked. "Doesn't that mean there's only half a month left?"
Feng Yin nodded:
"So if you ask me, how about you two come back to Changliu with me later?"
Xiao Changheng turned to look at Yun Qingqing, seemed to have made a decision, and was about to speak.
Suddenly, a bell rang, and several people turned their heads to look out the window and listen attentively.
The sound insulation tape that Fengyin put on the door is one-way, which only prevents the sound in the room from leaking out, but does not affect the people inside from hearing the outside sounds.
The young Taoist priest listened to the sound of the bell and was a little curious:
"What's this?"
Xiao Changheng's expression was serious:
"It's the Jingyang Bell in the Imperial City. If it rings, something big will happen. Let's first listen to see how many rings it has..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the fourth bell rang. This last bell seemed to last particularly long, and Xiao Changheng's expression changed slightly.
"It's the queen. She's dead."
As he spoke, Yun Qingqing's expression suddenly changed. She stood up abruptly, walked to the window and pushed it open. A clear light flashed in her eyes, and her gaze swept across the street and then turned to the sky.
Xiao Changheng and Feng Yin also stood up immediately and walked to the window.
"What's wrong?"
"No..." Yun Qingqing frowned and said in a deep voice, "Although the queen deserves her punishment, the emperor promised me, and I have left some tricks in the palace... She should never die at this time. And..."
She turned to look at Xiao Changheng, her eyes flickering and her expression becoming more solemn:
"Daliang's luck has declined again."
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