In the lake, Zhang Yuelu's figure was also floating and heavi, and at some point a pitch-black aquatic grass grew under her feet, which was quietly extending towards her.

In the delusional realm, Zhang Yuelu couldn't remember what happened under the Five Elements Mountain, but vaguely remembered that he was dead, dying in the earthly qi riot.

But this one, his face is getting clearer and clearer, more and more real.

Dying at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain is fake, and naturally it can't shake the obsession of the Great Palm Sect. But the leap above the Kunlun Pass is real.

Zhang Yuelu looked around, and the Zixiao Palace, which was originally very lively, suddenly stopped, and everyone slowly faded their colors, leaving only a miserable white, as if they were paper people.

Then everything around it became a blur, as if it had disturbed a round of water moons.

Zhang Yuelu muttered: "When the fake is true, the truth is also false, and there is nowhere to do nothing." ”

She paused slightly, then shook her head and said, "What is true is true after all, and what is fake is fake after all." ”

If she hadn't had such an experience, she would have been trapped in a delusional situation.

But then again, this is indeed a flaw deliberately left by Xuanji, if she doesn't leave a flaw, she can completely replace Cihang Zhenren with a lively, gentle and considerate Qi Xuansu, and even give her a child. In this way, to put it mildly, Zhang Yuelu is the happiest woman in the world, with a successful career and a harmonious family. Even if she did wake up, it would be far beyond the one-hour limit.

Zhang Yuelu's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Those black aquatic plants that were already close to Zhang Yuelu's ankles seemed to be frightened and cowered.

Zhang Yuelu slowly opened her eyes.

The aquatic plants are like frightened birds, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

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.

But beyond the water, there was no longer a wilderness and a starry sky, but a woman's boudoir. It is in response to the spring boudoir in the second prompt.

At this time, Zhang Yuelu was sitting in a wooden barrel for bathing, and there were even many flower 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 she naturally had no scruples, and came out of the barrel directly and looked around.

This boudoir is very different from Zhang Yuelu's boudoir, the woman's "breath" is extremely heavy, many women's exquisite thoughts and details can be seen everywhere, as for Zhang Yuelu's boudoir, it is even difficult to call it a boudoir, at first glance, it seems to be not much different from Qi Xuansu's residence, simple and simple, with occasional details, and it is not unique to women.

Zhang Yuelu bypassed a screen, is out of the bathing bathroom, came to the place to sleep, the first thing that catches the eye is a hanging curtain of the stepping bed, at first glance it looks like a boxy house, you can hang the tent on three sides, only one side is left in and out, very closed, and the kang in the north is completely different.

This is obviously a bedroom, so there are no bookshelves, bookcases and other things, and there are no tables and chairs for hospitality, but there are matching dressers and ebony carved lattice cabinets, as well as a small round table and two embroidered piers, on which a set of purple sand tea sets are placed.

There is also a delicate incense burner next to the tea set, in which a thread of incense is inserted, and in the smoke, you can see the cyan incense head, which is no longer red, 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 delusional realm, I have to say, you are getting closer and closer to me, and I am a little nervous." Now that I'm hiding in this boudoir, you can't leave this place, this is the last test, and I'll give you one last hint. ”

Zhang Yuelu still didn't know where Xuanji was, but she knew that Xuanji would definitely be able to hear what she said, and said, "Lord Xuanji, please speak, don't waste time." ”

Xuanji smiled: "The third tip: look at the mountains from afar, and listen to the water silently." The flowers are still in spring, and the birds are not surprised. ”

Zhang Yuelu can't compose poems, but there are not many poetry books that can be read, and he immediately knows that this is the "painting" of the poetry Buddha, and the riddle is the painting.

Her eyes quickly swept over the room, and found that there were several paintings here, one was the three friends of the old and cold, one was a picture of the lady on the screen, and one was more embarrassing.

In the corner there is a small room separated by a screen for the night. There is a curtain hanging between the screen and the wall, there is no landscape, grass and trees, and there is no poet's name, but it is a long scroll of "full of spring", this painting is the "Spring Festival Secret Drama Map" of everyone in the previous dynasty, as the name suggests, it is half of the Spring Palace.

The reason why this is so is because of the folklore that the fire god Niangniang is an untrained woman, seeing the spring book, naturally blushing and red, and running away shyly, the fire can not be burned, this picture has the purpose of fire prevention.

Zhang Yuelu is also a virgin, but she did not run away with shyness, but pondered the differences between these three paintings.

Nowadays, it seems that three paintings mean three choices, and if you choose the wrong one, you will probably not be able to turn back for the rest of the time.

If you look at the style of the Ziguang Society, there is no doubt that the third painting is the most likely, thinking from Xuanji's standpoint, Xuanji will also be sure that Zhang Yuelu is a virgin, and he is not happy in this regard, so he does not dare to choose this painting.

However, it is precisely because the third picture is the most likely that Zhang Yuelu hesitated a little, and the third level is probably not so simple, right? It was so easy for her to guess where Xuanji was hiding? Unless it's Xuanji who decides to release the water.

So Zhang Yuelu went to see two other paintings.

The picture of the lady also seems to be worthy of the Ziguang Society, and the Ziguang Zhenjun also has the nickname of Mrs. Ziguang.

The picture of the three friends of the cold year corresponds to the time of the day, and it is now in the middle of winter.

If you think about it carefully, the three pictures seem to have some related meanings, but they don't seem to have much to do with each other, so it's really hard to choose.

At this moment, Zhang Yuelu suddenly remembered the first hint, which was also a very simple guessing puzzle, the riddle was the moon, but when she was going to look for the moon, she happened to be misled by Xuanji, so she lost two moments of time. The real mystery is to go one step further on the basis of the moon, which is actually the moon seal Wanchuan.

So the third tip, is the riddle really a painting?

Xuanji's words are both prompting and misleading.

What if all three paintings are a trick? No matter how many of the three wrong answers you choose, the result is wrong.

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

The moon is further the moon and the moon is ten thousand rivers, so what is the painting further?

Zhang Yuelu recalled the first two levels, and then she summed up a common denominator 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 Palm Sect in the second level are also true and false.

It can be seen that truth and falsehood are the root of this "game".

It's more real than painting, and it won't be the art of taking pictures of the Daomen.

Thinking of the technique of taking pictures, Zhang Yuelu only felt a flash of spiritual light in his mind. Her gaze snapped onto the vanity.

There is a mirror on the dressing table.

This also reminded Zhang Yuelu of another riddle: "I am not a painter, I paint those who come." You don't need a pen to paint, and you're better than a real painter. ”

The answer to the puzzle is simple, it's a mirror.

What is more real than a painting is, of course, a mirror.

Zhang Yuelu had an answer.

She came to the dressing table and looked carefully, this is a glass mirror that originated in the West, it was originally a secret of Westerners, and the price was very expensive, but now it has been cracked technology, and the price has plummeted, even ordinary people can afford it.

Compared with the ancient bronze mirror, the glass mirror is naturally clearer and more delicate.

Zhang Yuelu looked at the incense stick again, sat in front of the dressing table, and her face was clearly reflected in the mirror.

She reached out and touched the mirror, there was nothing unusual, and she couldn't help frowning slightly, looking at herself in the mirror.

Zhang Yuelu pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled.

In the mirror, she also pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled.

Zhang Yuelu pursed her lips, looking more reserved.

In the mirror, she also pursed the corners of her lips, reserved and dignified.

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

The same is true of her in the mirror, without the slightest change.

Zhang Yuelu frowned, looked puzzled, then lowered her head slightly, lowered her gaze, no longer looked at herself in the mirror, and fell into deep thought.

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

At this moment, Zhang Yuelu raised her head suddenly: "Sure enough, it's you." ”

Before the words fell, Zhang Yuelu directly 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 this mirror began to change slowly, no longer Zhang Yuelu, and gradually became Xuanji's appearance.

At this moment, the mirror becomes interactive, and is no longer a dead thing.

Zhang Yuelu grabbed Xuanji hidden in the mirror and dragged her out of the mirror.

Xuanji is not a living person, like a spirit, dressed exactly the same as Zhang Yuelu, but her face is different, even if Zhang Yuelu pulls her collar, she is still smiling, clapping with both hands: "You found me, congratulations, you won this game." Zhang Gaogong deserves to be Zhang Gaogong, admire, admire. ”

Zhang Yuelu still grabbed Xuanji's collar and didn't let go, and said in a deep voice: "You have to abide by the agreement." ”

"It's nature." Xuanji said with a smile.

At this time, the incense stick was finally burned out and turned into a pile of incense ashes.

A piece of paper appeared in Xuanji's hand, and it spontaneously combusted without wind.

When the paperwork 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 herself still standing in the alley, in front of a black lacquered door, and she was still holding a green embroidered knocker in her hand.

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

Thankfully, she won, and now it's up to Xuanji to fulfill her agreement.

At this moment, the black lacquer gate was opened from the inside, and the darkness behind the door was not bottomless, it was an ordinary courtyard, and Xuanji, dressed as a woman, walked out of the door and said with a smile: "Please Zhang Gaogong come in and talk in detail." ”