With a wave of the sleeves of the man in brocade, the stone forest disappeared, the style of painting changed, and in the bright space, a large table was spread with a piece of cloth.

Luo Wusheng was thinking about what was being tested in this level, his head turned around in a circle, and found that there was nothing special, so he walked towards the table step by step.

When he got closer and saw the embroidery on the cloth, Luo Wusheng raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, "Is this level of embroidery?" Before the brocade man could answer, she immediately said: "If you come to cross-stitch, I can give you a random embroidery, embroidery, forget it." I give up!"

"I don't want to do embroidery. The brocade man swallowed the white foam that was about to spit out in his mouth, don't tease, if the person who comes to his scholar pavilion needs to take the embroidery test, then what else does his scholar pavilion do, just change his career to an embroidery workshop.

"Oh~~~~" Luo Wusheng looked somewhere in the air, "That's okay, let's talk about it, pass the requirements." ”

"The theme of this painting is 'Hot Summer', and according to this theme, the painting is complete. ”

"How do you make it up? Do you put it in your head to complete it?"

The man in brocade lowered his head and held his forehead, regretting why he followed this girl into the illusion world every minute, and replied speechlessly: "Didn't you see anything else besides painting?"

"Is there anything else?" Luo Wusheng skimmed the painting on the table, "There is nothing else on the painting." ”

The man in brocade felt that he was going to be forced to vomit blood by Luo Wusheng, if he could, he really wanted to go down and press Luo Wusheng's head to the paper cutting and ask her if there were two holes under her eyebrows. The man in brocade took several deep breaths, and said in a particularly 'calm' manner: "You... Handful... You... Target... Hand... Put... At... Draw... Above... That... 'Summer'... Word... Target... Under... Face... Touch!"

The tone of the brocade-clothed man's voice made Luo Wusheng's whole body tremble: Is this girl possessed by a zombie? After that, he put his hand on the painting, touching the painting like rubbing mahjong, "Huh~~~" Luo Wusheng looked at the paper cut under his hand: there were four or five paper figures, two or three clouds, one round and red should be the sun, and a few dragonflies, a few bees and a few flowers. "Oh~~~ Isn't it just the right place to put these paper cutouts in the corresponding position on the painting?"

When the brocade-clothed man heard Luo Wusheng's words at this moment, he felt that his little heart was comforted, "Hmm." But ......" Before he finished his next words, he saw that Luo Wusheng had already started to add paintings.

The painting is embroidered with a courtyard, in the upper left corner next to the word "summer" is a row of horizontal and vertical rooms, outside the courtyard of the room, there is a garden, in the garden, a hundred flowers are vibrant, the embroidery is very beautiful, as if it is real. Next to the garden is a pavilion with teacups embroidered on the stone table, as if someone had just drunk tea and talked.

Luo Wusheng muttered in his mouth, "How can it be considered a hot summer without the sun?" said, the red sun was placed in the middle position by her, and she was thinking about "There is a gazebo, a stone table, and tea, it must be to put a few people in to add some popularity", but something magical happened, the sun she just placed in the middle was gone, she put the paper-cut figure in her hand on the painting at random, and looked up at the sky," Hey, why is the sun I put on it just now gone, are you idle and don't want me to pass the level?"

The man in brocade coughed clearly, choked on Luo Wusheng's words. It seems that he wanted to tell her about the precautions just now, but she started chattering before he could say it, can you blame him?" "It's because you didn't ask the rules clearly, and now you're embarrassed to blame me?"

Luo Wusheng retorted angrily: "That... That... That's also your dereliction of duty!"

The man in brocade looked at Luo Wusheng's blushing face, and felt a little unbearable in his heart: he was a big husband and such a weak woman, and he couldn't be reasonable. "Okay, okay, I'm derelict in my duty, I'm derelict in my duty. ”

"That's pretty much it. Luo Wusheng pursed his lips.

"You..."The brocade-clothed man sighed and didn't go down to Luo Wusheng anymore, but went straight to the topic, "This level requires you to complete the painting, but you have to supplement it according to the theme, not according to your wishes." If the requirements are not met, what you just used will disappear consciously. ”

Luo Wusheng's eyes widened, "What? consciousness disappears?" Suddenly, she thought of something, and then looked down at the place where she had just put the paper-cutter on the painting, and the paper-cutter was indeed gone.

"Hmm. ”

"Then I tried to the end, all the paper-cutting positions did not meet the requirements, and the things were gone, how else could I pass the test?"

"Figure it out for yourself. ”

"Figure it out yourself......?"

"You're going to give up again?"

Luo Wusheng's eyebrows raised high, "Deflated?" No, no, no, I don't do such uncivilized things, you can let it go, I don't mind." With that, he quickly lowered his head and began to study the painting.

The man in brocade was messy in the air: Where is it uncivilized to give up? I didn't say give up......

The incense incense in front of the brocade-clothed man burned out one after another, he looked at the eighth incense stick that was about to burn out, and then looked down at Luo Wusheng, holding the only remaining paper-cut flower in his hand, and his hands were comparing them everywhere on the painting, "How long will it take you to finish?"

In the quiet space, the words of the brocade man suddenly shocked Luo Wusheng, who forgot himself, his hand shook accidentally, and the paper-cut flower in his hand fell onto the painting, she watched the last paper-cut disappear, and she suddenly felt an inexplicable fire burning in her heart, "Don't you know that people are scared to death?!"

Luo Wusheng's voice could be described as a hissing roar, which made the man in brocade sit cross-legged and shrank back, and then said cowardly: "Actually, I just reminded you that it's almost eight hours, and your time is almost up." He didn't know why he was so weak when he said this, and his tone was so weak, obviously the time limit of this level was one hour, but this aunt actually took eight hours, wasn't she tired? She wasn't tired, he was tired, but ......

"Ah~~~" Luo Wusheng shouted, lowered his head and picked up the painting, and bit it.

The man in brocade looked at Luo Wusheng's appearance, and the expression on his face could be regarded as extremely rich, as if Luo Wusheng was not tearing and biting him, but him.

Luo Wusheng, who was crazy, threw the painting to the ground, stepped on it a few times, and finally spat the blood in her mouth on the painting with a 'bah', she said impatiently into the air: "Okay, I failed, let me out." ”

The man in brocade in the void looked at the painting that was gradually disappearing on the ground, and his eyes widened, and his eyes were about to fall out: This can also be regarded as satisfying the requirements? The flowers in the garden in the painting are all torn and erected, as if they are competing to spit out. The lines that were torn off stood dead on the stone table in the pavilion in Luo Wusheng's few feet just now, like the master of the pavilion who was lazy and drunk in the summer. In the end, Luo Wusheng spat at the mouth of blood, most of which was slightly to the right in the center of the painting, shaped like a scorching sun or two in summer, struggling to spread his heat to the earth, and a small part of the blood spit turned into specks and dots on the top of the flowers, like busy bees and dragonflies dancing among the flowers. The brocade-clothed man's throat rumbled up and down, "You've passed." ”

"What?" Luo Wusheng's originally angry mood suddenly became extremely shocked.

"You've passed. The man in brocade repeated what he had just said.

"But......" Luo Wusheng looked down at the painting he threw down, where else was there any painting on the ground? "Huh~~~ What about the painting?"

"If you pass the level, the painting will disappear on its own. ”

"How did I get through?"

The man in brocade would not tell Luo Wusheng that she would tear it casually, and pass the test with a casual spit, just kidding, how can he still mess around in Liangguo if he wants to say this?" "Go on, or give up?"

Luo Wusheng, who was waiting for the answer, wanted to continue to ask, but after thinking about it, maybe this person was so frightened that he didn't pass the test and felt guilty in his heart for showing mercy to his subordinates? ”

Only then did the man in brocade see that Luo Wusheng's hand was strangled because of tearing the embroidery painting, no wonder the spots on the flowers were not like just blood spitting.