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 died in an earth energy riot.
But this guy's face is getting clearer and more real.
Death at the foot of Five Elements Mountain was a lie, and naturally it could not 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 have been trapped in a state of delusion.
But having said that, this is indeed a flaw that Xuanji left deliberately. If she had not left any flaw, she could have replaced Cihang Zhenren with a lively, gentle and considerate Qi Xuansu, and even given her a child. In this way, with
To put it in a vulgar way, 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 still the man who claimed to be the remnant soul of Chen Zhenjun. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes again.
Zhang Yuelu resurfaced.
However, outside the water is no longer the wilderness and the starry sky, but a women's boudoir. It corresponds 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, so 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 and walked out
After bathing in the bathroom and arriving at the sleeping area, the first thing that catches the eye is a bed with curtains. At first glance, it looks like a small square house. You can hang curtains on three sides, leaving only one side for entry and exit. It is very closed.
, 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 swirling, you can see that the green 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 next."
Zhang Yuelu still didn't know where Xuanji was, but knew that Xuanji could definitely hear what she said, and said, "Xuanji, 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. When spring comes, the flowers are still there, 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 waking up at night. A curtain hangs 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".
This painting is the "Secret Play of the Spring Night" by the previous dynasty. As the name suggests, it is half of an erotic painting.
The reason for this is that according to folklore, the God of Fire is an untouched woman. When she sees the Spring Book, she will naturally blush and run away shyly, so the fire will not burn. This picture is used to prevent fires.
Zhang Yuelu was also a virgin, but instead of running away shyly, she thought about the differences between the three paintings.
Now it seems that three paintings mean three choices. If you make the wrong choice, 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 dare not choose this painting.
But precisely because of the third picture
The possibility was the highest, which made Zhang Yuelu hesitate a little. The third level might not be that simple, right? It was so easy for her to guess where Xuanji was hiding? Unless Xuanji decided 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 all seem to have some related meanings, but they all seem to have little to do with each other. It is really difficult to choose.
At this moment, Zhang Yuelu suddenly remembered the first hint, which was also a very simple guessing riddle. The answer was the moon. But when she planned to look for the moon, she was misled by Xuanji, and lost two moments of time. Reality
The answer is that it goes one step further on the basis of the moon. It is actually the moon that imprints itself on thousands of rivers.
So for the third hint, 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.
If the moon takes a further step, it means that the moon is imprinted on thousands of rivers. So what is the further step of the painting?
Zhang Yuelu recalled the first two levels again, and then she concluded one thing in common from the first two levels, that is, true and false.
The moon in the sky and the moon in the water in the first level are both true and false. In the second level, Qi Xuansu and the Grand Master are also true and false.
It can be seen that truth and falsehood are the root of this "game".
More real than painting, it is not the Taoist technique of taking photos.
Thinking of the art of taking photos, Zhang Yuelu felt a light flash 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.
Of course, what is more real than a painting is 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,
It’s also affordable.
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 clearly reflected in the mirror.
She reached out and touched the mirror without any hesitation
He was so unusual that he couldn't help but frown slightly and looked at himself 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 doubt on his face, then lowered his head slightly, lowered his eyes, stopped 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 deserves to be Zhang Gaogong, I admire him, I admire him."
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 it spontaneously ignited without wind.
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. In front of her was a pair of black painted doors. 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."