After noon, the people who participated in the birthday banquet of the concubine were already in a special sedan chair and lined up outside the palace gate.

There are eleven sedan chairs in total, and nothing else.

Neither princes nor nobles nor meritorious courtiers are eligible to attend the birthday banquet without an invitation.

The long wind blew the sails on the palace wall, this should have been an extremely lively day, but it seemed to be covered with a hint of depression, and the entire Shenjing seemed to press the pause button at this moment for the birthday banquet of the concubine.

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

The life of the goddess begins only after the sun has set.

With a creaking sound, there was a cold air coming out of the palace gate.

The original majestic and atmospheric imperial city of the ancient kingdom seemed to be covered with a layer of cold frost at some point.

A group of palace people wearing small yellow vests walked out of the palace gate.

Their steps were silent, their toes not touching the ground, and they looked more like they were floating.

The palace people who walked lightly and exaggeratedly with exaggerated steps, wearing yellow vests, said 'hey' at the same time, and then lifted eleven sedan chairs, and walked into the depths of the palace one by one.

Every step deeper in, the coldness in the air becomes heavier.

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

Yang Shou was always holding the spell of escaping the illusion in his hand at this moment, and at the same time, the jade sword given by An Feng and the wooden card given by the middle-aged woman of the Nie family were also in a state of preparation.

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

After that, there was no movement.

Yang Shou sat quietly in the sedan chair, without impatience, without asking, closing his eyes and waiting.

"Eleven people, no movement, no sound?"

"It's unlikely!"

"I guess they were placed in different places."

"Are there still tests?" Yang Shou actually used the spell used to contact his teammates to send the message.

Fortunately, Huang Xiaolou's spell is very reliable.

Even in the palace where the large array is alternately isolated, it can still work, but there is a delay in the transmission and reception of information.

"There should still be a test."

"I remember that there was a successful example of being tested in painting." Jade Rabbit replied.

"I remember that, too! Four successful examples, they passed the tests of martial arts, spells, painting, and endurance. Yang Shou typed word by word.

Since it was a team of people, the information they had before entering the illusion was almost the same.

As for the information they obtained after entering the illusion realm, Rose did not get as much information as Yang Shou.

Many things were relayed to them by Yang Shou through spells.

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

Yang Shou listened attentively.

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

Syllable!

The palanquin was torn apart by a large number of flower vines.

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

It is surrounded by vines that spread and churn like giant pythons.

And the giant flowers, delicately blooming, exude a refreshing fragrance.

Yang Shou could even feel that the speed of mana had become a little faster.

Between the vines and flowers, a few paths loom from time to time.

It seemed to guide and test him.

Yang Shou boldly stepped on the road, and between the flickering figures, he pulled out a overlapping shadow.

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

These petals turned into sharp blades again, and they slashed like a crackle all over the world.

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

The speed is at full speed, and Yang Shou's shadow is almost all over the 'garden'.

After a few breaths, he tried the right path and walked out of the garden.

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

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

But all the 'qi' seems to have frozen.

They are thick and solid, but they are inactive, as if they were dead.

Such an aura seems to indicate that the goddess who is about to meet... It's not a serious concubine.

Even if it is not a crazy batch of large-scale blood sacrifices directly, it is definitely that kind of weird and refined goods.

There were no dangers along the way, and when I came to the end of the road, I naturally saw an extremely ancient and quaint hall.

Its shape looks more like an ancient temple.

But in its enclosed environment, it looks like a prison.

imprisoned the concubine who lived in the temple.

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

Moss and vines seal the only gate of the main hall.

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

One monk, the other and a noble son wearing a white robe and a jade crown.

The three of them saw Yang Shou arrive in the fourth.

The monks were expressionless, but it was the noble son, who showed a look of surprise.

Yang Shou also looked at the noble son, this person was not an outsider, it was Sima Qi who had a deep entanglement with Yang Shou before.

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

But it also makes sense.

After all, although Sima Qi's reputation at this time was stinky, he was also very famous before, and his name was not purely notoriety.

In the face of the 'enemy' of 'Nangong Lin', Sima Qi behaved very gracefully, and even nodded slightly.

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

And the originally dusty door was suddenly opened.

"It seems that four more people have been eliminated!" The monk in half-armor opened his mouth to speak, his body smelling of blood, obviously a reputation for killing all the way.

The other six were silent.

The hall burned inside, and suddenly the lights lit up.

The illumination of it.

Then a melodious guqin music sounded from the hall.

Then there are drums, singing, and other sounds.

A group of dancing girls with staggered bodies and stunning looks poured out of the hall.

They danced around the seven.

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

The Taoist priest pinched the sound, recited it purely, and the monk chanted the scriptures, not hearing or moving.

The noble son-like Sima Qi is full of soft eyes, just appreciating, not the slightest desire.

And Yang Shou, the eyes he looked at these dancing girls were full of contempt and disdain... Scold! That's it?

Is it to look down on him Dazhi Street Little Silver Dragon Yang Shou?

The music gradually softened, and the dancers all looked at everyone with shy and expectant eyes, and then slowly retreated into the hall.

The half-armor monk was still a little reluctant, and chased after two steps, but hurriedly stopped, and retreated 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 go up to the next level and became excited.

The seven looked at each other.

Then he walked into the temple at the same time.

The light in the main hall instantly became more magnificent.

Any dark corner, covered in light.

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

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

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

The dust in the temple turned into gold dust, and the cobwebs and spiders were turned into beauties tuned for the harp.

From the dark cold palace to the magnificent and extravagant palace, it is only the gap between the left eye and the right eye.

Everything changes and changes so naturally and quickly.

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

It's not an illusion, it's a real change.

In a single thought, everything in the entire palace has undergone fundamental changes according to the master's thoughts.

The music is more dense.

In the empty hall, suddenly many people appeared.

At first they resembled the shadows of a lake of molds, and then they took on concrete images.

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

Everybody is alive!

It's like they've been active all the time, and they're all here for this birthday party.

They were very lively.

Just look at how they dress, but it's different from what it is today.

The style of behavior is also more heroic and unrestrained.

The host of the banquet... The goddess has not yet appeared.

Or they have already appeared, but they are just hidden in the lively crowd, waiting for the discovery of the 'destined person'.

Yang Shou had obviously thought of this.

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

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

In one corner, there is a plump and amorous beauty, who is drinking alone, looking exceptionally independent.

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

In the center of the dance floor, lively and clever beauties are beating the tambourine and driving the crowd to dance happily.

They are all so dazzling, no matter what, people can't ignore them.

So, could any of them be a goddess?

What if I got it right?

What if you choose the wrong one?

The seven of them obviously also thought of one thing with Yang Shou.

They're all picking and choosing their 'targets'.

Of course, some people think more, such as what if the divine concubine is not so conspicuous and attracts attention?

Or maybe the concubine is more of a bad taste, disguised as a man, hiding in the crowd, watching a good show?

Everyone was hesitant to choose, but Yang Shou took the lead and walked out.

He walked to the middle of the dance floor first, shaking the tambourine and leading the crowd to dance with the girl, dancing with her.

It is full of modern dance steps, but also has a unique charm and magic.

Stepping on the drum, Yang Shou danced very happily.

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

When I was about to say hello to Yang Shou.

Yang Shou turned around and twisted to the beautiful woman who was drinking alone, took a large number of different wines, and showed off his fancy cocktail on the spot.

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

He crossed over to the high platform, and drew a sword with the woman in white.

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

"Isn't it obvious that the answer is obvious?"

"The goddess thinks of giving birth to all beings, and everyone here seems to be different, but in fact they are all concubines."

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

"Women's appearance, demeanor, and clothing will change, but from my experience of reading thousands of mountains, these women... In fact, they are all the same, they are all a certain experience of the goddess in the past. Yang Shou has absolute confidence in his vision, he may not be able to see through a woman's heart, but he will definitely not be wrong about the appearance of a woman's heart.