I created countless illusions

Chapter 131 The Banquet of Longevity (ask for subscription, ask for monthly ticket)

After noon, the people who participated in the concubine's birthday banquet were already riding in special sedan chairs and lined up outside the palace gate.

A total of eleven sedan chairs, nothing else.

No matter whether they are princes, nobles or meritorious courtiers, they are not eligible to participate in the birthday banquet without an invitation.

The long wind blows the sails on the palace wall. This day, which should have been extremely lively, seems to be covered with a trace of depression. The whole Shenjing seems to have pressed the pause button for the birthday banquet of the concubine at this moment. .

Yang Shou sat in the arranged sedan chair, waiting for the night to fall.

The longevity of the concubine did not officially begin until after the sun had set.

Accompanied by a creaking door, there seemed to be a chill coming out from the palace door.

The imperial city of the ancient country, which was originally majestic and majestic, seemed to be covered with a layer of bleak frost at some point.

A group of palace men in yellow vests came out from the palace gate.

Their footsteps were silent, their toes didn't touch the ground, and they looked more like they were floating.

With light and flamboyant steps, the palace people in yellow vests made a 'hey' sound at the same time, then lifted up eleven sedan chairs, and then jolted into the depths of the palace.

Every time you take a step deeper, the coldness in the air becomes heavier.

However, the people in the sedan chair couldn't feel it at all.

In Yang Shou's hands at this moment, he is always clasping the spell to escape from the illusion. At the same time, the jade sword given by An Feng and the wooden plaque given by the middle-aged woman in Nie's family are also in a state of ready to go.

After walking for about half an hour, the shaking sedan chair suddenly stopped.

There was no movement after that.

Yang Shoujing sat in the sedan chair without any impatience or questioning, just closed his eyes and waited.

"Eleven people, there is no movement, no sound?"

"This is unlikely!"

"It should have been arranged in different places."

"Is there still a test?" Yang Shoushi used the charm used to contact his teammates to send the message.

Fortunately, Huang Xiaolou's spell is very reliable.

Even in the depths of the imperial palace, which is alternately isolated by large formations, it still works, but there is a delay in the transmission and reception of messages.

"There should be a test."

"I remember that there was a successful case where the drawing ability was tested." Yutu replied.

"I remember this too! Four successful examples, they respectively passed the test of martial arts, magic, painting and endurance." Yang Shou typed each word.

Since they are a group of people, they have almost the same information before entering the illusion.

As for after entering the illusion, Qiangwei and the others obtained less information than Yang Shou.

Many things were passed on to them by Yang Shou through spells.

Outside the sedan chair, there seemed to be some rustling sounds.

Yang Shou listened intently.

Then, under the warning of the crisis attached to the exclusive title, he jumped out of the sedan chair in an instant.

Snapped!
The sedan chair was torn apart by a large number of flower vines.

A giant blooming delicate flower is opening and closing where Yang Shou originally stood on the sedan chair, like a giant mouth, greedily wanting to eat.

Surrounded by flower vines that spread and tumbling like giant pythons.

And the blossoming giant flowers are in full bloom, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

Yang Shou could even feel that the running speed of mana had increased a little.

Between the flower vines and the flowers, sometimes there are a few paths looming.

It seems to be guiding and testing him.

Yang Shou boldly embarked on the road, his figure flickering, pulling out overlapping shadows.

Suddenly, a large number of flower petals fell on the road he was on.

These petals turned into sharp knives again, hacking like overwhelming heaven and earth.

Yang Shou's figure was hit, but his real body had jumped into another figure.

With full speed, Yang Shou's shadow almost covered the entire 'garden'.

In just a few breaths, he tried out the correct path and walked out of the garden.

After walking out of the garden and walking along the road, there seemed to be many pairs of eyes watching him in the dark shadows.

Yang Shou watched the sky and the breath flow under his feet.

But all the 'qi' seemed to have frozen.

They are thick and rich, but inactive, as if dead.

This kind of aura seemed to indicate that the concubine she was about to meet... was by no means a serious concubine.

Even if it wasn't a crazy critique that directly carried out a large-scale blood sacrifice, it was definitely that kind of weird and refined stuff.

There was no danger along the way, and when we reached the end of the road, we naturally saw an extremely old and simple hall.

Its shape looks more like an ancient temple.

But judging from its closed environment, it looks like a prison.

The concubine who lives in the temple is imprisoned.

At this time, the main hall was entwined with ancient vines and trees, and with the help of the night, the dense vines appeared extraordinarily thick and oppressive.

Moss and vines closed the only gate of the hall.

In front of the gate, there were three people standing.

There is a monk, a monk, and a noble son in white clothes and a jade crown on his head.

The three of them saw that Yang Shou was the fourth to arrive.

The monks and Taoists were all expressionless, but it was the noble young master who showed surprise.

Yang Shou also looked at Young Master Noble, this person was none other than Sima Qi who had been 'troubled' deeply with Yang Shou before.

Sima Qi also got the invitation, which was a bit of a surprise.

But also reasonable.

After all, although Sima Qi's reputation at this time is notorious, he was also famous before. His reputation is not purely a bad reputation.

Facing the 'enemy' of 'Nan Gong Lin', Sima Qi behaved very gracefully, and even nodded slightly.

After another ten minutes, a total of seven people stood at the gate.

The door that was originally dusty was suddenly opened.

"It seems that there are four more people who have been eliminated!" The monk in half armor said, with a strong bloody smell on his body, it is obvious that he has earned his reputation all the way.

The other six were silent.

The main hall burned, and suddenly the lights went up.

Illuminate it brightly.

Then a melodious Guqin music sounded from the hall.

Then there are drums, singing and various sounds, mixed together.

A group of dancers with scrambling figures and stunning looks rushed out of the hall.

They dance around seven people.

The graceful dancing posture, swaying figure, snow-white skin, and the golden bells hanging on the waist and ankles are like invisible chains of love, trying to bind the desires of the seven people.

Taoist priests pinch their voices and recite purely, while monks chant scriptures without hearing or moving.

Sima Qi, who looks like a noble son, has soft eyes, just admiring, without any desire.

As for Yang Shou, the way he looked at these dancers was full of contempt and disdain... Heh!That's it?

Did he look down on Yang Shou, the little silver dragon of Dazhi Street?
The music gradually softened, and the dancers also looked at the crowd with shy and expectant eyes, and then slowly retreated into the hall.

The half-armored monk was still a little reluctant, followed after two steps, but stopped hastily, and retreated back into the group of seven.

When the reluctant gaze of the last beauty completely disappeared at the door, the music in the hall seemed to rise to a new level and become passionate.

The seven looked at each other.

Then they stepped forward at the same time and walked into the hall.

The light in the hall instantly became more magnificent.

Every dark corner is covered by light.

And when the light hits the place, the originally mottled rock walls also become golden and jade carvings.

In the empty hall, the pool was suddenly filled with spiritual wine.

On the left and right tables, there are many delicious delicacies.

The dust in the temple turned into gold powder, and the cobwebs and spiders all became the beauty who tuned the piano.

From the gloomy cold palace to the magnificent and extravagant palace, there is only a difference between the left eye and the right eye.

Everything changes and changes so naturally and quickly.

At the same time, the touch and feeling of every place is so real.

This is not illusion, but real change.

In one thought, everything in the entire palace changed fundamentally according to the owner's thoughts.

The music became more intense.

In the empty hall, many people suddenly appeared again.

At first they seemed to be a mass of vague shadows, and then they took on a concrete image.

After that, the expressions on their faces became vivid, and the conversation began to be so natural and appropriate.

Everyone lives!
It's like they have been active all the time, and they all came to this birthday banquet.

They were very lively.

Just look at their dress, but it is different from today's time.

Behavior and style are also more heroic and unrestrained.

The main character of the banquet... Concubine Shen has not yet appeared.

Or they have already appeared on the stage, but they are just hiding in the lively crowd, waiting for the "destined person" to discover.

Yang Shou had obviously thought of this.

So he searched for all 'suspicious' targets in the hall.

In the crowd, there was a tall, handsome and handsome female son, dressed as a man with a mustache, playing and dancing with a pretty little girl.

In one corner, there is a plump and charming beauty who is drinking alone, looking extraordinarily independent from the world.

On the high platform, a snow-white silver-haired girl is dancing a sword, lonely but beautiful.

In the middle of the dance floor, a lively and clever beauty is beating the tambourine, driving the crowd to dance happily.

They are all so eye-catching, no matter what, they cannot be ignored.

So, among them, could some of them be concubines?

What if I choose the right one?
What if I choose the wrong one?
The seven of them obviously also thought of something with Yang Shou.

They are all picking 'targets'.

Of course, some people think more, for example, what if the concubine is not so conspicuous and attracts attention?
Or maybe the concubine was more wicked, disguised as a man, hid in the crowd, and watched the good show?

Everyone was hesitant to choose, but Yang Shou walked out first.

He walked to the center of the dance floor first, beside the girl who was shaking the tambourine, leading the crowd to dance together, and danced with her.

Full of modern style dance steps, but also has a unique charm and magic.

Stepping on the drums, Yang Shou danced happily.

The girl seemed to be also attracted by Yang Shou's novel dance steps.

Just when he was about to say hello to Yang Shou.

But Yang Shou turned and twisted to the side of the graceful beauty who was drinking alone, brought a lot of different fine wines, and showed off his fancy wine mixing on the spot.

Afterwards, Yang Shou quickly jumped to the edge of the dance floor, and played with the heroic girl in men's clothes, playing the same beauty.

Going up to the high platform again, he held a sword and competed with the woman in white.

Such a direct 'all inclusive' operation by a scumbag stunned the other six people.

"Isn't the answer obvious?"

"A divine concubine gives birth to all living beings with one thought. Everyone here may seem different, but in fact they are all divine concubines."

"Here is the memory of the concubine, and it is also the past of the concubine."

"Women's appearance, demeanor, and clothes will change, but based on my experience of reading thousands of mountains, these women... are actually the same. They are all a certain part of the past experience of the concubine." Yang Shou said to himself He has absolute confidence in his eyes. He may not be able to see through a woman's heart, but he will definitely not misread the appearance of a woman's heart.

　Today, the baby has been vaccinated against MMR and is always uncomfortable, whimpering, and has been helping to take care of her.

　　The update is a bit late, sorry for that!
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