Although the Hospitality Pavilion of the Great Qin Royal City is only a remote corner of the royal city, if it is placed in the monarchy of the vassal states, it is simply a beautiful city.

The road paved with white jade, criss-crossed, the magnificent buildings are lined up one after another, all kinds of attic pavilions and pavilions stand upright, the golden brilliance, the buildings are connected, the palaces and pavilions are connected with the bridge, all show the domineering and noble.

At this time, the Guest Pavilion, because the VIPs of the vassal states are all here, the Great Qin State has strengthened its defense, and the guards are fierce, and the generals of Jin Dan Xiuwei patrolled it, not only to ensure the safety of the VIPs of the vassal states, but also on the important day of the wedding ceremony of the prince and the lord of Wanhua County, naturally there can be no accidents.

Zheng Yu'er, as the monarch of Zheng State, was arranged to rest in one of the main halls like other princes and monarchs, accompanied by the three marquis and Mo Wentian, in case any accidents occurred.

The Marquis of Dingjun is the true monarch of Wansheng, who was named the Marquis a year ago, and the Wanshengmen is headed by the two protectors of heaven and earth, and he is the Marquis of his own carefree.

When Zheng Yu'er and the others were resting in the main hall, two uninvited guests came outside.

One was a fat man with a fat head and big ears, wearing a tattered hat on his head, a tattered robe, and a rag bag pinned to his waist, and his fat was trembling all the way over.

The other person was a white-haired old woman, hunched up, dressed in a blue carved robe, and holding a one-foot-sized pair of gold scissors in her hand, which looked extremely incongruous with her rickety body.

These two, apparently, were five years ago. The two Jindan masters who once followed the eighth prince to Zheng Guo, the fat man in front was Mr. Budai, and the old woman in the back who was about to die was the golden paper mother-in-law.

In front of passing by the main hall where Zheng Yu'er and the others stayed, the two suddenly stopped, and the golden paper mother-in-law raised her orange-peeled old face, looked at the plaque of the hall with cloudy eyes, and let out a hoarse dry laugh.

"Old rags, it should be here."

Mr. Budai immediately followed the prestige, but saw the plaque on the top of the main hall, which was written with the words 'Zheng Guo'. His small eyes immediately narrowed together. A mockery swept over his face.

"There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell to come, these turtles of Zheng Guo will fall into the eyes of the eighth prince as soon as they enter the royal city. It's a pity that it's inconvenient to kill Binge. ”

Mr. Budai let out a disdainful laugh. Reach out and grab the pocket around your waist. Shaking lightly on the ground, he said coldly: "Live here today, let these turtles sleep and eat." ”

As soon as the words fell. Immediately, there was a rumbling sound, and a magnificent hall poured out of the pocket, and immediately rose on the ground, blocking the front of the main hall where Zheng Yu'er and the others settled, and the palace shook violently.

This Mr. Budai, who actually poured out his pocket at will, poured out a majestic hall, like a trick, which is a little incredible.

"Too much deception!"

The three marquis led by the Marquis of Wansheng first swept out of the main hall, their faces were a little unsightly, and they actually built a palace next to the main hall where the monarch rested, which simply did not put Zheng Guo in his eyes.

And the three of them have already recognized that it is no one else who came to look for trouble, it is the two subordinates of the eighth prince, who had a festival five years ago, and the Marquis of Wansheng may not know the details, but the Marquis of Shengxian and the Marquis of Dingjun were present back then, and they knew that these two were not simple Jindan Zhenjun.

At this time, Mo Wentian and Zheng Yu'er walked out together, and when the two saw this situation, they immediately glanced at each other, and their brows couldn't help frowning, but they didn't expect that not long after entering the royal city, the eighth prince had already found trouble.

"The old dilapidated hall is very magnificent, and the old body has prepared some subordinates to serve the prince and sleep in peace."

The hoarse voice of the golden paper mother-in-law laughed dryly, grabbed the golden big scissors with her left hand, touched a piece of white paper in her arms with her right hand, folded it a few times at will, and cut the big scissors a few times.

The old woman stretched out her hand and shook it casually, and immediately more than 20 patterns of palace maids appeared in the main hall, and then a few scissors went down, and some paper figures that looked like guards were also cut out by him.

After doing this, the golden paper mother-in-law blew on these paper figures, and those palace maids and guards with spears instantly moved, as if they had become living people, these people walked in the empty hall, and began to work in an orderly manner, which seemed to be amazing.

Mo Wentian frowned slightly beside him, this magic power surprised him very much, this golden paper mother-in-law had not made a move back then, and he had never been able to figure out the depth of this person, he didn't expect her to have such a strange magical power.

For this reason, he deliberately used insight to take the opportunity to check, those paper-man-like maids and guards actually have the cultivation of the early stage of Jindan, if this old woman keeps cutting paper figures when fighting with people, wouldn't it be able to create a steady stream of Jindan Zhenjun?

But before he could think about it, a bell immediately sounded in the distance, and a monk dragged the ancient bell to step over, and a large pink sedan chair actually floated from a distance without the carriage driver.

At this time on the street, there was a Jindan general who was in charge of the inspection, but when he saw this pink sedan chair, although he frowned, no one stepped forward to stop him, obviously afraid of the people in the sedan chair, and did not dare to come forward to interrogate.

Mo Wentian and the others frowned, obviously already knowing who was in the sedan chair? As soon as he entered the royal city, he was approached by this person, which was really bad luck, and it was quite troublesome to deal with.

Behind the pink sedan chair, there was a Taoist priest covered with talismans, his whole body stiffened and he didn't point to the ground, flying behind the sedan chair, as if he was an inch of guards, this person was the zombie Taoist, another Jindan subordinate of the eighth prince.

The monk who rang the bell in front of him didn't see any spells, just walked normally, but the speed was extremely fast, and he appeared in front of everyone's eyes in an instant, he let out a bell-like laugh, bowed with one hand, and smiled with a smile on his face, as if he had met a friend he hadn't seen for several years.

This monk is a monk who sends Zhong to the end, which means to send others to the end, one of the four great Jindan masters of the eighth prince, who fought with Mo Wentian and others back then, and suffered some losses in the fighting method, and the festival is naturally very deep.

But I haven't seen him for five years, this monk seems to have forgotten the lessons of the year, and there is no malice at this time, and he bows down with a smile, even Mo Wentian feels very strange, and he only feels a little incomprehensible.

But who would have thought that the monk who sent the bell was extremely sinister, and at the moment of bending over, he flicked the bell with his lightning-like fingers, and a bell sounded like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, suddenly exploding under his fingers, and the sound waves rushed out like lightning, pouring towards Zheng Yu'er like a tide. (To be continued......)