In the Banished Immortal City, a carriage has quietly entered the city.

The cart was pulled by two sleek horses, with handsome and strong bodies. The horses' hooves struck the ground powerfully, sending up bursts of sand mist, which made the surrounding people cover their mouths and noses and hide far away, but there was no trace of them.

People dare to complain.

Because the rich and magnificent carriage looks very luxurious, it is wrapped in silk on all sides, and the wood carvings on both sides are inlaid with gold silk dragons. The gold-inlaid Baode windows are covered by a curtain of light yellow crepe, which makes the carriage look very luxurious.

One cannot clearly see the passengers in the carriage, but it is enough to understand the noble status of the owner. This must be a carriage from the imperial city, and the owner of the carriage must also be a high-ranking official.

The carriage had been circling around the city for several times. Finally, when it turned a street, the Zao Liang horse made a cry from its nose, exhaled a breath of white air, let out a long neighing, and slowly stopped.

Four legs.

"Your Highness, the Immortal City has arrived, but the Pavilion of Response to Requests that His Highness said has never been found." A general in black armor who was leading the carriage turned over and jumped off the horse, kneeling respectfully on one knee in front of the carriage.

A faint scent of incense wafted from the carriage, and it seemed as if a graceful girl was sitting in the carriage, which made people think about it. The breeze blew up the silk curtains, and a man's delicate voice came from inside.

"If I can't find it, I won't ask for directions. Do I have to get out of the car alone?" The voice in the carriage sounded particularly dissatisfied.

"I know I'm wrong. I'm going to ask for directions right now." The black-armored general backed up repeatedly, got on his horse again, and led the carriage into a crowded street.

"Old man, may I ask if there is a response pavilion in this city?" The black-armored general turned to ask an old man who was picking cabbage.

"The Pavilion of Response to Requirements?" The old man held a plump and flawless cabbage as white jade in his hand, with an alert look in his eyes.

"Yes, where is it?"

"There is a house on the left three streets ahead. It is said that Mr. Murong inside is knowledgeable about all things and can respond to requests. But today the request is closed." The old man stroked the cabbage in his hand, as if he was stroking a white and fat one.

doll.

"Closed?" The black-armored general was stunned.

"Yes, the Response to Request Pavilion here is different from the Tianji Pavilion in Tiandu City." The old man's eyes were sharp and vicious, and he could actually see where the carriage came from at a glance.

"It only opens for an hour at noon every day, and only one person can get the guidance of the pavilion master every day. If you want to enter the pavilion, you must first pay a hundred thousand taels of silver. It may not be your turn, so I advise you to go to hell.

Let’s go to the capital!” The old man waved his hand, took out two coins and threw them on the vegetable stall, then left with the cabbage he just bought.

"One hundred thousand taels of silver, just to get into the pavilion, isn't this a scam?" General Heijia said to himself, perhaps this is the reason why the Pavilion of Response to Requests is not as famous as the Pavilion of Tianji.

"Your Highness, what do you think we should do about this?" He thought for a moment, then turned around and asked the people in the sedan.

"Go." In the sedan, Yan Jinqi, who was wearing a purple and gold python robe, narrowed his eyes slightly. He had listened to every word of what the old man said just now.

"No!" The black-armored general kowtowed.

Take orders.

A group of cavalry wearing black armor slowly appeared in front of a compound.

There is a magnificent door plaque hanging in front of the door, with several large characters engraved in gold on it, Murong Mansion.

"Is this the Pavilion for Responding to Requests?" The leading black-armored general looked at the plaque hanging in front of the door and said to himself suspiciously.

"You don't know how to go down and ask, why do you want me to invite you alone?" Yan Jinqi's extremely impatient voice came from the sedan again. He pushed open the door curtain and glanced at the small watchtower in front of him.

It is comparable to his mansion, especially the two tall jade lions at the door, which is enough to show how much entry fees the Murong family has collected over the years.

The sun is no longer so strong, and is slowly tilting towards the west, and the bright sky looks like it has a touch of red at the moment. It is almost midnight, and if it doesn't hurry up, there will be no tomorrow again, and Yan Jinqi doesn't want to see it again.

Damn it, he wants to know the whereabouts of Rakshasa Hall now.

Bai Ruoli left six words for him that day, Rakshasa Hall, Heiluo Fang, but he also added that if you want to enter Heiluo Fang, you can only go through the Pavilion of Response to Requests.

What's more, no one knew about Heiluofang along the way, so Yan Jinqi probably had no other choice but to respond to requests.

He has been waiting for too long, and now he can't wait to hear their plan. No matter it is one hundred thousand taels, or even one million taels, he will find Heilaofang and Rakshasa Hall today.

The black-armored general stepped forward and knocked gently on the door of Murong's mansion.

The clear knock on the door echoed on the huge wooden board. After a long time, the door was slightly opened a crack, and a child who looked like twelve or three years old poked his head out.

"Excuse me here..."

"Today's guests have all been met. If you have anything to ask our Mr. Murong, please come back early tomorrow!" Before General Heijia finished speaking, the boy had already answered first. The Murong family is really magical. Is it true?

Is there really a mysterious place like Tianji Pavilion in this world that can understand all things?

After asking questions along the way, some people said that Mr. Murong was pretending to be mysterious and actually had no skills. He just paid the entrance fee and no one had seen his true face. Others said that those who received Mr. Murong's guidance had sneaked out through the back door.

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Few people have seen their traces, and naturally there are no rumors about whether Mr. Murong is well-informed. Perhaps this is the reason why the Pavilion of Response to Requirements is not as good as the Pavilion of Tianji, but this is fine, so that no one knows about his whereabouts during this trip.

Already.

Yan Jinqi sat on the carriage, listening to the child's words quietly, thinking to herself, and after hesitating again and again, he stood up, opened the door curtain, and walked out.

"Hey, our young master came all the way from the imperial city just to meet the master of the pavilion. We have plenty of money. As long as your master is willing to meet our young master, we will definitely give him a hundred thousand taels of silver notes." General Heijia.

As he spoke, he took out ten banknotes from his pocket, each worth ten thousand taels.

This time Yan Jinqi went out with a million taels of silver notes, all of which were guarded by the black-armored general.

"Oh, one hundred thousand taels of silver is usually enough to enter the gate of our Murong Mansion.

, If you want to meet our young master, I'm afraid you are not qualified enough." The boy sneered, but glanced disdainfully at the few silver notes in the hands of the black-armored general. He had seen too many such scenes, one hundred thousand taels of silver.

He had already dismissed the tickets.

The black-armored general looked a little embarrassed. After all, he was also the captain of the Guards in the imperial city, but he was despised by a child. However, he did not dare to get angry. The few silver notes in his hand were handed over.

, it’s not like taking it back. It seems that what he is holding is not a hundred thousand taels, but just a few copper coins.

The child said and was about to close the heavy door again. He just regarded the group of people in front of him as ignorant guests.

When the door was about to close, it was blocked by a slender hand. This hand was white and slender. At first glance, it looked like the jade hand of a rich man. At this moment, it seemed like it was dying. It was lying between the gates. As long as the child moved for a moment.

If you use too much force, your hands, no matter how beautiful they are, will be shattered into pieces.

The child quickly stabilized the door and pushed it open a crack again, but this time the crack was slightly larger.

"What are you going to do again? Didn't I teach you to leave?" The child frowned his light and delicate eyebrows, raised his head and looked angrily at the person in front of him who was several heads taller than him, with a sullen look on his face.

"I heard that you can only enter the pavilion with one hundred thousand taels, and you can't see Mr. Murong face to face?" The person who spoke was no longer the black-armored general, but the owner of the jade hand, a richly dressed young man in silk.

He was dressed in plain clothes, his features were pretty and handsome, but there was an indescribable coldness to him, and his voice was as gloomy and weak as his appearance.

"Your Majesty... Young Master." The black-armored general did not expect that Yan Jinqi would get out of the car in person, and quickly clasped his fists to apologize.

The boy nodded and pouted his bulging cheeks. He was young and fearless. No matter whose young master the dignitary in front of him was, Mr. Murong was not afraid anyway.

"If one hundred thousand taels of silver can't enter this door today, then what about one million taels?" Yan Jinqi didn't pay attention to the black-armored general's apology, and just raised her eyebrows and winked at him.

The general quickly took out a thick stack of banknotes from his pocket and held it in his hand.

Finally, the child swallowed softly and slowly, looking straight at the thick stack of banknotes in front of him.

"If one million taels is not enough, what about two million taels?" Yan Jinqi raised her hand. The black-armored general was stunned and took out a stack of banknotes in his hand.

"This." The child hesitated, put his index finger in his mouth and bit it.

"Three million taels." Yan Jinqi's eyes slowly narrowed. He brought a total of five million taels of banknotes on this trip.

The black-armored general's burly body froze. He suspected that His Highness was crazy, but he did not dare to question it.

"Okay, okay, I'll let you in, but I can't say whether you can see my young master or whether our young master would like to see you." The boy looked at the banknotes in the general's hand that he could barely grasp.

, finally opened the door with a bang, and the young hands were scratching each other.

"Thank you." Yan Jinqi smiled lightly and strode into the door worth thousands of dollars.
Chapter completed!