A middle-aged man with an elegant appearance came to a small shop, "Three stacks of talisman paper, half a catty of cinnabar, a hundred consecration red threads, fifty five-element copper coins, a bowl of Zhengyang pure chicken blood..."

"Master Zhang, please take a seat, I will prepare it for you."

Zhang Mingde smiled slightly. Someone had already wanted to introduce him to his eldest brother. As a result, his eldest brother believed in Lama Bahang Gelong more than in the excellent tradition of magicians of the Han people. In addition, the situation in the court was volatile.

, he met the eighth prince one year later than in history.

But, in the end, someone introduced him to Ba Age. This was a road leading to the sky. He needed to calm down, draw some advanced spells, and make some small magic weapons, so that he could show off his appearance.

I asked my servants to take the things and went to the place where I usually drink morning tea. A waiter whom I had known for a long time greeted me politely and said with a charming smile, "Master Zhang, please come in."

Zhang Mingde went up to the second floor and was led into a box. Here were his old acquaintance Prince Cheng and several young noble men in casual clothes.

"It's polite to outsiders." Zhang Mingde has always been a very high-ranking person.

"Master Zhang, there is no need to be polite. Xiao Wang will introduce you to a distinguished guest. Let's not tell you who he is for now. Let Master show the guest's face."

Prince Cheng brought Zhang Mingde to the three distinguished guests.

The one in the middle has the best appearance, the one on the left has a murderous look on his face, and the one on the right is calm and his clothes are more ordinary.

Zhang Mingde smiled. These brothers are still quite wary, but they don't understand. No matter how they pretend, he has actually seen their pictures before, and it is easy to recognize who is who, okay?

He read the faces one by one in order, because he knew who was who, so he would definitely be accurate in deceiving them.

Seeing the last young man with ordinary clothes, Zhang Mingde calculated for a long time, with a look of extreme shock on his face, "A noble man is rich in spirit, pure and elegant, benevolent and kind, has a long life, and is honest and noble!"

The man said calmly: "Oh."

"The best of the best is unattainable. Noble people, noble people will definitely rise in the future..." After Zhang Mingde finished speaking, he stood up, looking extremely surprised.

With his fluttering clothes and immortal spirit, he really looked like an immortal. Prince Cheng smiled and said, "Master Zhang is indeed a master. His vision is extraordinary."

Several people got to know each other again, and of course the person Zhang Mingde had been praising for a long time was the eighth prince.

People and words that are pleasing to the eyes, ears, and hearts always make it easier for people to believe it, not to mention that Eighth Prince urgently needs to believe such words now.

A smart person who pretends to be a fool is more stupid than a fool.

A common purpose and a combination of interests are stronger than anything else.

At least Zhang Mingde's words quickly spread among the Eighth Prince team.

Words such as the Eighth Prince, who is a real dragon and the Son of Heaven, will definitely achieve great things in the future, are also spread from ear to ear. The saying of the Eight Wise Kings and the Eight Wise Kings soon appeared in teahouses and hotels.

The eighth elder brother also frequently invited Zhang Mingde.

Mr. Zhang has a fairy-like appearance, but his words have the aura of an old gangster: "The crown prince is violent. If you meet me, I will assassinate you."

He boasted that he had sixteen martial arts masters, and that he only needed to recruit one or two of them to remove the crown prince Yin Reng's head without anyone noticing.
Chapter completed!