Pawn Crossing the River

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 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, and 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 the cyan incense head. The red color has disappeared, and only one-third of the 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 Master, 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 because 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 painting of ladies seems to match the Purple Light Society, and Purple Light True Lord also has another name for Lady Purple Light.

The painting of Three Friends in Winter corresponds to the time of day, and now it is the twelfth month of the year in midwinter.

Thinking carefully, the three pictures seem to have some meaning, but they also seem to have little to do with each other, so it is really difficult to choose.

At this moment, Zhang Yuelu suddenly remembered the first clue, which is also a very simple riddle. The answer is the moon, but when she was about to find the moon, she was misled by Xuanji, so she lost two quarters of time. The real answer is to go one step further on the basis of the moon, which is actually the moon reflecting the rivers and streams.

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

Xuanji's words are both a hint and a misleading.

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

Zhang Yuelu looked around the room again, thinking quickly at the same time.

The moon goes one step further and is the moon reflecting the rivers and streams, so what is the painting going one step further?

Zhang Yuelu recalled the first two levels again, and then she summed up a common point 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 one true and one false. Qi Xuansu and the great master in the second level are also one true and one false.

It can be seen that true and false is the root of this "game".

More real than painting, it can't be the Taoist art of keeping pictures.

Thinking of the art of keeping pictures, Zhang Yuelu felt a flash of inspiration in her 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, and those who come are painted by me. Painting without a pen is better than a real painter."

The answer is very simple, it is a mirror.

Of course, more real than painting is a mirror.

Zhang Yuelu has the answer.

She came to the dressing table and looked at it carefully. This is a glass mirror originated from the West. It was originally a secret of Westerners and was very expensive. However, now the technology has been cracked and the price has dropped sharply. Even ordinary people can afford it.

Compared with the ancient bronze mirror, the glass mirror is naturally clearer and every detail is visible.

Zhang Yuelu glanced at the incense stick again and sat down in front of the dressing table. Her face was clearly reflected in the mirror.

She reached out to touch the mirror and saw nothing unusual. She frowned slightly and examined herself in the mirror.

Zhang Yuelu raised the corners of her mouth and smiled.

She in the mirror also raised the corners of her mouth and smiled.

Zhang Yuelu pursed her lips and looked more reserved.

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

Zhang Yuelu raised her eyebrows again, and her pair of phoenix eyes that impressed Qi Xuansu showed a bit of condescension.

She in the mirror was the same, without any change.

Zhang Yuelu frowned, with a puzzled look on her face, then lowered her head slightly, her eyes lowered, and she stopped looking at herself in the mirror and fell into deep thought.

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

At this moment, Zhang Yuelu suddenly raised her head: "It's you." Before she finished speaking, Zhang Yuelu smashed the mirror in front of her with a punch, and Zhang Yuelu in the mirror also shattered. Zhang Yuelu in the mirror still looked at Zhang Yuelu, and then Zhang Yuelu in the mirror began to change slowly, no longer Zhang Yuelu, and gradually became Xuanji. The mirror at this moment became interactive and no longer a dead object. Zhang Yuelu grabbed Xuanji hiding in the mirror and dragged her out of the mirror. Xuanji was not a living person, but a spirit. She was dressed exactly like Zhang Yuelu, but her face was different. Even though Zhang Yuelu grabbed her collar, she still smiled and clapped her hands: "You found me, congratulations, you won this game. Zhang Gaogong is worthy of being Zhang Gaogong, I admire you, I admire you." Zhang Yuelu still grabbed Xuanji's collar and did not let go, and said in a deep voice: "You must abide by the agreement." "That's natural." Xuanji said with a smile. At this time, the incense stick finally burned out and turned into a pile of incense ash. A piece of paper appeared in Xuanji's hand and burned without wind.

When the paper burned out, Zhang Yuelu suddenly felt that her hand was empty, Xuanji disappeared, and then everything in front of her turned into nothingness.

When Zhang Yuelu regained consciousness, she found herself still standing in the alley, in front of a black lacquered door with green embroidery in her hand.

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

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

At this time, the black lacquered door was opened from the inside. Behind the door was not the bottomless darkness, but an ordinary courtyard. Xuanji, dressed as a woman, walked out of the door and smiled, "Please come in, Zhang Gaogong, and talk in detail."