Chapter 20: It's Not Difficult

When Ding Hao broke out, he was happy, because he was the only one who broke the problem in these three rounds so far, and he really wanted to see Li Chu Cheng see him for a while. Well, it's better not to see it, because it's better if he's just eliminated.

Ding Hao is very resentful, and he still remembers that he was obsessed with the first thing that happened.

After breaking two questions in a row, Ding Hao couldn't help but start to be proud, it seems that not only Pu Lingru and Daosheng are illiterate, Li Chucheng is estimated to be a scumbag, and his line is fine, but he has not been able to come out of this level, and it is estimated that he is still very inferior to himself.

He has already directly classified a few people, as for Yuwen Wushuang, good men don't fight with women, and it's okay to let her do it yourself.

Guarding the three doors of books, paintings and Taoist characters, Ding Hao began to wait patiently.

He has solved two problems in a row, and has begun to figure out the routine, and if he wants to solve the problem, he must get to the point of the idea in the question. For example, in the first problem of the word counting door, the method of solving the problem is the most important, with the method, no matter how the problem changes, it can be easily solved.

This should be a test of thinking.

The same is true for the Fazimen, judging the case according to one's own heart, not being confused by the form, and directly seeing the essence of the problem, what should be tested is the original heart.

These ten gates should correspond to the ten qualities or abilities.

He hadn't entered the other doors, and he didn't know if he was right.

Perhaps, the next question can be finally confirmed.

If it weren't for the fact that he was in the midst of a trial, he would even want to go to every door to see and appreciate it.

After passing a few levels of trials, he was very curious about Emperor You, what kind of character has such talent?

Book word door.

Li Chucheng is practicing calligraphy, practicing calligraphy in a down-to-earth manner.

His father was a world-renowned calligrapher, and he was very interested in calligraphy since he was a child.

However, his father was so famous that he was the world's greatest calligrapher, and he was inspired to surpass him from an early age.

Once, he felt that his handwriting was also very good, so he went to ask his father, "Father, is it good enough for me to practice my handwriting for another three years?"

Father shook his head and said nothing.

After three years, he ran to his father and asked, "Father, is it good enough for me to practice my calligraphy for another five years?"

My father remained silent.

After another five years, he ran to ask his father again, and this time, his father pointed to the eighteen large water tanks in the courtyard and said, "When you finish writing these eighteen tanks of water, you will have a skeleton of your handwriting, and you will be considered to be the first to enter." ”

He was not convinced, so he showed his father his handwriting.

The father didn't say a word, just nodded a little on one of the words.

He showed it to his mother, who looked at it for a while and said, "My son is very good at handwriting, and this is already like your father." ”

After speaking, he pointed to the point that his father had just added.

Li Chu admitted that he was ashamed, and finally calmed down and practiced calligraphy again.

After several years of practice, he finally finished practicing all the eighteen jars of water, and at this time his handwriting gradually improved, and he gradually began to become famous.

Once, when my father was out of business, he wrote a few words on the wall, and when his father left, he erased the words on the wall and wrote a few words in the same place.

A few days later, my father came back, looked at the words on the wall, and said to himself, "Hey, I was really drunk when I was leaving, and I wrote such words." ”

Li Chucheng heard it on the side and was speechless in shock.

Only then did he realize what he was missing.

After that, after another 20 years, Li Chucheng devoted himself to practicing calligraphy, and he no longer dared to be pretentious.

Until one day, he passed through a mountain forest, looked at a bare cliff on the mountain, and suddenly became interested.

He took out his pen and wrote the word "Li" on the cliff.

Then, throw down the pen and laugh.

When the word "Li" was finally written, it seemed to suddenly have spirituality, and it was directly hidden on the cliff.

The power of one word is like three points of stone!

At this point, the problem is solved, and the door is broken.

Li Chucheng stood quietly, and there was an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

In the painting door, Yuwen Wushuang was also standing quietly, and his heart was extremely moved.

She was a child from a poor family, but she loved to draw very much, but unfortunately, she could not afford to buy pen and paper.

Therefore, she can only use the ground as paper and the branches as pens.

As long as she has time, she will paint quietly, she paints birds in the sky, fish swimming in the water, butterflies in flowers, and pedestrians in a hurry.

As long as she sees it, she is willing to draw it.

It's just that she still doesn't have a pen and paper.

She doesn't care, she thinks that it doesn't matter if she doesn't have pen and paper, she loves to paint, and she can still draw beautiful pictures without pen and paper.

Her drawings are indeed very beautiful, very similar.

A painter passed by, saw her painting, nodded and exclaimed, "This painting is already in shape." ”

Unfortunately, the heavens did not go as planned, and one year, she was blind and she could no longer see anything.

She cried for a long, long time, but unfortunately, she still couldn't change this fact.

She couldn't paint anymore.

However, she still didn't give up, she didn't want to give up.

She began to feel the whole world with her hands, with her ears and nose.

Some people laughed at her and dissuaded her, but she didn't give up.

She is still painting, but her paintings are no longer so beautiful, and the more she paints, the uglier they become.

Someone was puzzled and asked her why, but she smiled and didn't answer.

Until one day, the painter passed by again, saw her painting, and couldn't help but sigh: "This painting is already like a god." ”

She continued to paint, getting uglier and more terrifying.

In her paintings, there are man-eating monsters, decapitated demons.

Her paintings have boundless darkness and coldness.

In the eyes of others, she is the demon in the painting.

People began to ostracize her, insult her, beat her, drive her away.

She was submissive and never resisted, but even so, she did not give up her paintings.

When the painter saw her again, she was already dying.

The painter looked at her and sighed, "Why don't you give up?"

With difficulty, she squeezed out a smile and said in a hoarse voice, "Because, I'm drawing a world." ”

The painting door is broken.

After the third round, the last three remained, Ding Hao, Li Chucheng and Yuwen Wushuang.

Seeing that the two of them seemed to be still reminiscing, Ding Hao coughed, interrupted the two of them's contemplation, and said, "Why are you so slow, is it difficult to solve the problem? ”

Glancing at him, Li Chucheng finally ignored him, as if he had begun to accept Ding Hao's weirdness.

Yuwen Wushuang's beautiful eyes shone brightly, and there seemed to be something crystalline, which made Ding Hao startled, thinking, I didn't say anything, why did I beat her to tears?

"Then move on to the next round. Li Chucheng said calmly: "Now there are three people left, each of whom gets two points, and the remaining politics, economics, and Taoism are three, so there is no need to be entangled in this round, and everyone can choose one each." ”

Ding Hao thought to himself, I also know, the key is that there are only three doors, and it is estimated that he will be bullied again.

Sure enough, I heard Li Chucheng say: "I elect the political word." ”

Then I heard Yuwen Wushuang's cold voice coming over: "I choose the scripture word door." ”

Ding Hao collapsed his face and said helplessly: "Then I can only choose the word door?"

"Naturally. ”

"Not bad. ”

The two responded in unison.

Ding Hao wailed, and could only silently accept this fact.

He looked over and seemed to see a narrow smile in Yuwen Wushuang's eyes.

He couldn't help but feel a wave in his heart.