【Knowledge High School】(Library)

Wen Zhong: That's what ...... The power of artistic conception? …… (My perception inhibits all of this...... ）

A huge black hole appeared in the sky, a swarm of pitch-black whirlwinds, crows hovering in the sky, Yang Yuetian floating in the distance, wandering like a ghost, Wen Zhong looked at all this darkness thoughtfully......

Yang Yuetian: What's wrong? Are you scared by this magical version of the artistic conception? Hehe......

Bun Zhong: (My feet start to shake in fear...... But...... I can't hold back) this ...... Can the scene of bad taste also be called an artistic conception?

Yang Yuetian: Is it a bad taste? Hehe...... This is one of the many books I've read...... The artistic conception of the book......

The crows hovering above began to swoop down to the earth one after another, attacking Wen Zhong. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wen Zhong: Ah! …… No...... (Holding his head in his hands and struggling with the crow's peck)

Yang Yuetian: Even if you can see through my ...... The artistic conception of darkness is also useless, because the artistic conception is infinitely imaginable...... And your knowledge is limited, and it only needs to be obliterated in this beautiful illusion......

Wen Zhong: It's all ...... Illusion! (Suddenly Moon Zhong looks up!) The eyes are shocked with sharp energy)

Yang Yuetian: Oh? Aren't you scared? (Floats around in the air in the form of a ghost)

Wen Zhong: I'm afraid...... I'm scared...... But! It's mine...... My feelings will never deceive me...... Can I refrain from ...... I was able to overcome ...... Your mood! (Resolutely rushing in the direction of Yang Yuetian)

Yang Yuetian: Hehehehe...... I thought you were a man with brains...... I didn't expect to rush over so boldly in this illusion...... Is...... I can't help but want you to die here. (The number of crows began to increase and constantly attacked Wen Zhong, and the black hole in the sky gradually became larger)

Wen Zhong: Huh! …… (How dare the pain of being pecked by a crow be so real...... But...... I would never be ...... like this The dark mood is repelled...... (Wen Zhong suddenly has an extra torch in his hand and waves it to knock all the crows back)

Yang Yuetian: In my artistic conception...... Create your own ...... It's impossible, you have this ability.

Wen Zhong: My perception is ...... No, my ability to feel...... It's not just about being able to have a hunch about the real...... It was also cracked in the battle between the mercenary group and the commander of the White Stone...... Replicated illusions.

Yang Yuetian: Hehehe...... So what? This only means that you can escape illusion a limited number of times, but it does not mean that you can survive the illusion every time.

Wen Zhong: ...... Truly...... So, but, in the midst of this infinite fear...... I may ...... It brought out the true potential of my ability to feel...... Combined with previous experience of feeling...... I can survive the illusion you created! (Throws the torch at Yang Yuetian)

Yang Yuetian: Hehehehe...... (The torch was thrown on Yang Yuetian's body, and Yang Yuetian's whole body was set on fire and burned to ashes...... ）

Wen Zhong: It worked...... (All the scenes have been restored to the original appearance of the library, and Yang Yuetian is still sitting on the chair)

Yang Yuetian: ...... Really...... I don't know how to appreciate the beauty of artistic conception, I thought you and I were the same kind of people.

Wen Zhong: ...... I don't remember...... And you're the same kind of person...... But all I know is ...... You hurt our classmates...... They even want to kill us.

Yang Yuetian: What can you feel in the artistic conception I create? Just in the form of a crow-like moth that has just burned the fire...... Do you think you're all right?

Wen Zhong: No...... I was able to ...... Recreate!

Yang Yuetian: Re-creation? What is that literary name? Could it be ......

Wen Zhong: My ability to feel...... With your artistic conception ability...... In which I can use it in a double way...... In reality, I can use the ability to feel...... I can still use feelings in your false world...... and the ability to feel unreal...... That is, to create!

Yang Yuetian: Talking nonsense, let this dark artistic conception ...... No, poetic scenery is for you! Raven Night Strike...... Three thousand worlds!

The library rotation is transformed into a moonlit scene, with sparse night crows singing a song of sorrow under the dots of a full moon.

Wen Zhong: Compared to the previous ...... A scene with no sense of artistic conception, this ...... Much better.

Yang Yuetian: I hope so...... The night is silent and the night crow rises...... The night rests and the night is silent, and the silent night falls...... Night Ravens Rise! Black Wings! (Black raindrops fall from the sky and slam into the ground like pins and needles at breakneck speed)

Wen Zhong: ...... Poetic...... (Black raindrops are gradually approaching) snow, flying willow banks, night crows, parting red line broken! (Wen Zhong's eyes widened, white snow seeped out of the ground, and white snow drifted in the sky, Wen Zhong stood in the middle, his arms open to feel the cold winter scene)

Yang Yuetian: You...... Changed my vision? (The snow drifts and the black raindrops collide, Wen Zhong calmly opens his arms and stands in the middle, the white snow around him is smeared with layers of black stains, only the ground where Wen Zhong is standing is clean)

Wen Zhong: Looking forward to the red glow and the slanting sun drunk the sky, and then pick up the feather coat and light the eyebrows...... (Wen Zhong put on ancient women's clothes, his sleeves fluttering) (Wen Zhong turned around and stretched out his slender fingers in the direction of Yang Yuetian)

Yang Yuetian was stunned for a moment, the moonlight turned into a red sky, and the dusk scene seemed more poetic than the night light.

Wen Zhong: That's what ...... The poetic ...... I want to express (Wen Zhong, who is dressed in ancient women's clothes, looks more feminine, and ruthlessly says that she is simply a peerless beauty)

Yang Yuetian: Hehehehehe...... That's your ...... Artistic conception...... It's so interesting, if we're not enemies...... I really want to sit face to face with you...... Taste the fragrance of jasmine and talk about poetry and songs.

Wen Zhong: Excuse me...... I decline your invitation, I used to ...... It's all for Xue Shen to protect them...... I'm going to ...... myself this time Defeat the enemy yourself...... In my own way!

Yang Yuetian: That's a pity...... Don't forget, no matter what the mood is...... It's all under my control.

Wen Zhong: ...... Whatever the illusion, my "re-creation" will help me.

Yang Yuetian: I'm a little excited...... Finally someone ...... You can compete with me in a different way! Thunderstorm! (The sky at dusk suddenly thundered, and the raindrops increased little by little, and it began to pour down.)

Wen Zhong: Thunderstorm...... When lightning and thunder roared...... Vice...... All the crimes of the past will be returned to Skyrim......

Yang Yuetian: Accept the thunderous sanction for the crime of hindering the intellectual group! (A blue lightning bolt strikes at Bunzhong)

Bun Zhong (eyes closed): Bead curtains...... Dancing in a dream, the drizzle is crisp, I see the green poplars outside the smoke, go with the wind...... (Blue lightning strikes Wen Zhong's sleeve, and the ancient women's clothing gradually collapses)

Yang Yuetian: It's too late...... The second act of the thunderstorm...... Black Night...... Then I will let you die in your sins.

Wen Zhong: The Breath of Spring...... There has to be a step-by-step process...... (Green bamboo shoots begin to grow on the ground, and flowers gradually bloom)

Yang Yuetian: It's over...... Act II! (Black lightning strikes at Bun Chung)

Wen Zhong: Drizzle moisturizes! (A towering tree grows up, and instead of Wen Zhong, he is struck by black lightning)

Yang Yuetian: Don't think that's the end of it...... Thunderstorm Act III...... Finale ...... Judgment on sin! (Several golden lightning bolts slashed towards Wen Zhong)

Wen Zhong: The finale should be ...... Reunion of husband and wife after an enforced separation or rupture! (The golden lightning struck dozens of big trees, and all the trees were split and set on fire, burning the tender grass on the ground, and the ground gradually turned fiery red, and the whole thing was burning the prairie with a burning momentum)

Yang Yuetian: This is the so-called self-destruction, you will be buried in the sea of fire in this "spring".

Wen Zhong: Have you read Qian Zhongshu's "The Siege of the City"? This fire burns the prairies...... The people inside want to get out...... The people from outside want to come in, the shelter of the besieged city...... (Huge walls rise from the ground, extinguishing all the fiery red)

Yang Yuetian: What...... Actually...... I have reached a level of knowledge similar to mine...... Able to alter illusions in a wide area......

Wen Zhong: ...... (I can't be passive...... I'm going to attack this time...... With my senses! ）

Wen Zhong: Stormy! (A violent storm hits Yang Yuetian)

Yang Yuetian: Hehehehe...... (Under the baptism of the storm) really felt too naïve. (dissolves into a puff of smoke)

Wen Zhong: You can't hide either...... You can't escape your own artistic conception! I...... Won't lose to you.

Yang Yuetian: (Suddenly spirals into the air) Since I can't rely on these ordinary artistic conceptions to defeat you! Then ...... Use the other senses to bring you to your knees!

Wen Zhong: (She...... Is there any other trick? It feels weird...... ）

Yang Yuetian: Try this confusing artistic conception! Qiang Bamboo Forest! Qiang flute music! (A scene of a bamboo forest appears, and a piercing whistle hits Wenzhong's ears like a cone)

Wen Zhong: Ahhh......hh It's so uncomfortable...... What a nasty ...... (Covering ears in pain)

Yang Yuetian: Hehehe...... It's better to surrender, if you don't want to be so uncomfortable......

Wen Zhong: No...... In a pig's eye...... (A buzzing sound surrounds Wen Zhong, who is too uncomfortable to kneel on the ground) Ahhhh The voice...... Too...... Cacophony!

Yang Yuetian: It seems that auditory interference also interferes with your recreation...... Then the next thing is to die, hehehe, Qiang bamboo forest, bamboo carved with a strong imprint, interpreting the nobility of life, bamboo preface--- bamboo thorns! (Suddenly, all the bamboos are broken, floating into the air and forming a green barrier, and the sharp parts are all pointing to the ground, as if they are ready to go)

Wen Zhong: (It's uncomfortable...... How do I feel...... Received such a severe ...... Interference aaaa Ahhhhh

Yang Yuetian: The charm and anthropomorphism of bamboo, feel it with artistic conception! (With a wave of his hand, all the bamboo spears were pierced to the ground at the same time, like breaking bamboo...... The ground even had white smoke from friction due to the continuous stabbing of bamboo guns)

Yang Yuetian looked at the hazy white smoke and sighed.

Yang Yuetian: A lot of time has been wasted...... But in the end, it was solved, so let's go to Newton to see the mood of the world changing......

Wen Zhong: You...... No...... Let's run away like that...... Artistic conception creates people?

Yang Yuetian: What?! (Looking at Wen Zhong with a shocked expression, he saw that Wen Zhong's trouser legs were partially stabbed by a bamboo gun, but there were no external injuries to his upper body)

Wen Zhong: This is ...... My "re-creation", Babao umbrella...... (Holding a gorgeous oil-paper umbrella with many holes punctured by bamboo guns)

Yang Yuetian: How is this possible...... How can it be a mere oil-paper umbrella...... Beat my mood!

Wen Zhong: Is it ...... Can beat you...... Let me...... Feel! (Put away the oil-paper umbrella and rush to Yang Yuetian)

Yang Yuetian: It's useless...... Your pathetic "re-creation" attack has no effect on the artistic conception in the slightest...... (Floating in the sky in the form of a ghost)

Wen Zhong: This is to deal with the falsehood of the falsehood...... Oil-paper umbrellas! The fragrance of cloves explodes!

Yang Yuetian: How is this kind of attack possible...... Well? (There is no reaction after his ghost form is slashed by Wenzhong's oil-paper umbrella)

Wen Zhong: That's what ...... My fight! (A large amount of cloves floated out and there was a big explosion!) ）

The next section "Perception with Heart"

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