Chapter 133: Game (Part 2)

In the lake, Zhang Yuelu's figure was also floating up and down. Dark water plants sprouted under her feet at some point, and they were extending toward her silently.

In his delirium, Zhang Yuelu could not remember what happened at the foot of Five Elements Mountain. He only vaguely remembered that he was dead and died in an earth energy riot.

But this guy's face is getting clearer and more real.

Dying at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain is a lie, and naturally cannot shake the Grand Master's obsession. But the leap above the Kunlun Pass was real.

Zhang Yuelu looked around. The Zixiao Palace, which was originally very lively, suddenly stopped. Everyone's color slowly faded away, leaving only pale white, like paper figures.

Then everything around him became blurry, as if a moon in the water was disturbed.

Zhang Yuelu murmured: "When the fake becomes the real, the real is also fake. There is nothing but nothing."

She paused for a moment, then shook her head and said, "What is true will always be true, and what is false will be false after all."

If she had not had such an experience, she would really be trapped in a state of delusion.

But having said that, this is indeed a flaw left intentionally by Xuanji. If she had not left any flaw, she could have replaced Master Cihang with a lively, gentle and considerate Qi Xuansu, and even given her a child. In this way, to use a more vulgar expression, Zhang Yuelu is the happiest woman in the world, with a successful career and a harmonious family. Even if she finally wakes up, it will be far beyond the one-hour limit.

Zhang Yuelu's eyelashes trembled slightly.

The black water plants that were already close to Zhang Yuelu's ankles seemed to be frightened and cowered away.

Zhang Yuelu slowly opened his eyes.

The water plants disappeared without a trace in an instant like frightened birds.

In front of him was the man who claimed to be the remnant soul of Lord Chen. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes again.

Zhang Yuelu resurfaced.

But outside the water is no longer the wilderness and the starry sky, but a women's boudoir. Just in response to the spring boudoir in the second prompt.

At this time, Zhang Yuelu was sitting in a wooden barrel used for bathing. There were even many petals scattered on the water, which could be said to be very interesting.

This is the third world.

Zhang Yuelu was already wearing clothes, so he had no scruples. He came out of the barrel and looked around.

This boudoir is very different from Zhang Yuelu's boudoir. The "aura" of women is very strong, and many women's exquisite thoughts and details can be seen everywhere. As for Zhang Yuelu's boudoir, it is difficult to even call it a boudoir. At first glance, it seems to be the same as Qi Xuansu's residence. There is not much difference, it is plain and simple, with some occasional details, which are not unique to women.

Zhang Yuelu walked around a screen, walked out of the bathroom, and came to the sleeping place. The first thing that caught his eye was a bed with curtains. At first glance, it looked like a small square house. There are tents hanging on three sides, leaving only one side for entry and exit. It is very closed and completely different from the kang in the north.

This is obviously a bedroom, so there are no bookshelves, desks, etc., nor tables and chairs for entertaining guests. Instead, there are matching dressing tables, ebony carved lattice cabinets, a small round table and two embroidered piers. There is a purple sand tea set on it.

There is also an exquisite incense burner placed next to the tea set, with a stick of incense inserted in it. When the smoke is lingering, you can see that the cyan incense head has lost its red color and only one-third of its length is left.

At this moment, Xuanji's voice finally sounded: "Congratulations to Zhang Gaogong for breaking through the delusion realm. I have to say that you are getting closer and closer to me, and I am a little nervous. Now I am hiding in this boudoir, you You can’t leave this place, this is the last test, and I will give you the last tip.”

Zhang Yuelu still didn't know where Xuanji was, but he knew that Xuanji could definitely hear what she said and said, "Xuanji Star Lord, please speak, don't waste time."

Xuanji smiled: "The third tip: the mountains look colorful from a distance, but the water is silent when up close. The flowers are still there after spring, and the birds are not surprised when people come."

Zhang Yuelu didn't know how to write poetry, but he had read a lot of poetry books. He immediately knew that this was "Painting" by the Poetry Buddha, and the answer to the mystery was painting.

She quickly scanned the room and found that there were several paintings here, one was the Three Friends of Suihan, one was a picture of a lady on the screen, and the other one was more embarrassing.

There is a small room separated by a screen in the corner for getting up at night. There is a curtain hanging between the screen and the wall. There are no landscapes, vegetation or famous poems by poets on it. Instead, it is a long scroll "full of spring spirit". This painting is the "Secret Play of the Spring Night" by the previous dynasty. As the name suggests, it is Half an erotic picture.

The reason for this is that according to folklore, the goddess of fire is an untouched woman. When she sees the spring book, she will naturally blush and run away shyly. The fire will not burn. This picture is used to prevent fires.

Zhang Yuelu was also a virgin, but instead of running away shyly, he thought about the differences between the three paintings.

Now it seems that three paintings mean three choices. If you choose the wrong one, you will probably not be able to look back in terms of the remaining time.

Judging from Ziguangshe's behavior, there is no doubt that the third painting is the most likely. Thinking from Xuanji's point of view, Xuanji will also be sure that Zhang Yuelu is a virgin and has not been exposed to human affairs, so she is "uneasy" in this regard. I didn’t dare choose this painting.

But just because the third picture was the most likely, Zhang Yuelu hesitated a little. The third level might not be that simple, right? Was it so easy for her to guess where Xuanji was hiding? Unless Xuanji decides to let go.

So Zhang Yuelu went to look at the other two paintings.

The picture of the lady seems to be consistent with Ziguang Society. Ziguang Zhenjun is also known as Ziguang Lady.

The picture of the Three Friends of Suihan corresponds to the weather. It is now the twelfth lunar month in the middle of winter.

After thinking about it carefully, the three pictures seem to have some related meanings, but they all seem to have little relationship. It is really difficult to choose.

At this moment, Zhang Yuelu suddenly remembered the first prompt, which was also a very simple guessing riddle. The answer was the moon. However, when she planned to look for the moon, she was misled by Xuanji and lost two moments of time. The real answer is to go one step further on the basis of the moon. In fact, the moon is reflected in thousands of rivers.

So the third prompt, is the answer really a painting?

Xuanji's words were both reminders and misleadings.

What if these three paintings are all deceptions? No matter how you choose among the three wrong answers, the result will be wrong.

Zhang Yuelu looked around the room again and thought quickly.

The further step of the moon is the moon sealing thousands of rivers, so what is the further step of painting?

Zhang Yuelu recalled the first two levels again, and then she concluded from the first two levels that they had one thing in common, that is, truth and falsehood.

In the first level, the moon in the sky and the moon in the water are both true and false. In the second level, Qi Xuansu and the Grand Master were both true and false.

It can be seen that truth and falsehood are the root of this "game".

More real than painting, it will never be the Taoist art of taking photos.

Thinking of the art of taking photos, Zhang Yuelu felt a flash of light in his mind. Her eyes suddenly locked on the dressing table.

There is a mirror on the dressing table.

This also reminded Zhang Yuelu of another riddle: "I am not a painter, I paint whatever comes. Painting without a brush is better than a real painter."

The answer is simple, it's the mirror.

More real than a painting is of course a mirror.

Zhang Yuelu has the answer.

She came to the dressing table and looked at it carefully. It was a glass mirror that originated in the West. It was originally a secret of Westerners and was very expensive. However, now that the technology has been cracked, the price has dropped sharply. Even for ordinary people, Affordable too.

Compared with ancient bronze mirrors, glass mirrors are naturally clearer and show every detail.

Zhang Yuelu looked at the eyeliner again and sat in front of the dressing table. Her face was clearly reflected in the mirror.

She reached out and touched the mirror. There was nothing unusual. She frowned slightly and looked at herself in the mirror.

Zhang Yuelu raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

She in the mirror also raised her lips and smiled.

Zhang Yuelu pursed his lips and looked more reserved.

She also pursed her lips in the mirror, looking reserved and dignified.

Zhang Yuelu raised his eyebrows again, his red phoenix eyes that impressed Qi Xuansu were somewhat condescending.

The same was true for her in the mirror, without any change.

Zhang Yuelu frowned, with a look of confusion on his face, then lowered his head slightly, his eyes lowered, no longer looking at himself in the mirror, and fell into deep thought.

Zhang Yuelu in the mirror also frowned, lowered his head, but raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a strange smile.

At this moment, Zhang Yuelu suddenly raised his head: "It is indeed you."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yuelu smashed the mirror in front of him with a punch, and Zhang Yuelu in the mirror was also shattered.

Zhang Yuelu in the mirror was still looking at Zhang Yuelu, and then Zhang Yuelu in the mirror began to slowly change. He was no longer Zhang Yuelu, and gradually turned into Xuanji.

At this moment, the mirror becomes interactive and is no longer a dead object.

Zhang Yuelu grabbed Xuanji who was hiding in the mirror and dragged her out of the mirror.

Xuanji is not a living person, she is like a spirit. She is dressed exactly the same as Zhang Yuelu, but her face is different. Even though Zhang Yuelu grabbed her by the collar, she still smiled and clapped her hands: "You found me, congratulations, this You won this game. Zhang Gaogong is indeed Zhang Gaogong. I admire you.”

Zhang Yuelu still grabbed Xuanji's collar and said in a deep voice, "You must abide by the agreement."

"This is natural." Xuanji said with a smile.

At this time, the incense stick finally burned out and turned into a pile of ashes.

A piece of paper appeared in Xuanji's hand, and Wu Feng spontaneously ignited.

When the documents were burned out, Zhang Yuelu suddenly felt that his hands were empty, Xuanji disappeared, and then everything in front of him turned into nothingness.

When Zhang Yuelu regained consciousness, she found that she was still standing in the alley, with a pair of black doors in front of her, and she was still holding the green embroidered door knocker in her hand.

Zhang Yuelu suddenly realized that she had already signed a contract with Xuanji when she grabbed the door knocker.

Fortunately, she won, and now it's up to Xuanji to fulfill the agreement.

At this moment, the black door was opened from the inside. Behind the door was not bottomless darkness, but an ordinary courtyard. Xuanji, dressed as a woman, walked out of the door and said with a smile: "Please come in and talk in detail." ”