With his order, the little boy holding the scroll of the divination door stood half a step forward, slowly unfolded the scroll in his palm, and then read aloud: "Divination Qimen, Wushen, Qijiu." ”

The assessment questions of the five and eighteen subjects of the Division are all randomly selected, so even if they take the same subject, the questions encountered by different people are not the same.

Wushen, seventy-nine.

This question has not been drawn for a long time.

Yuan Buqi stood up, his hand raised slightly, and the gossip disc behind him made a "click" sound, and slowly moved to both sides, revealing the appearance behind him.

Behind the discs is a row of huge wooden shelves covered with dense lattices.

His right palm swung slightly, and the lattice numbered Wushen Qijiu was pulled open out of thin air, revealing the contents inside.

Yuan stepped forward and took out this test question that belonged to He Lingjiang.

"This question is not easy, the time limit for three incense sticks, can He Qi Niangzi be ready?" Yuan Bu held the scroll with one palm, looked at He Lingjiang who was standing at the bottom and asked.

He Lingjiang smiled slightly: "The boss is the question." ”

Yuan did not hesitate to bow his head, and with a wave of his sleeves, like a gust of wind, several doors in the hall were closed, and the hall suddenly became dark.

He held the scroll in his right palm and gently sent it forward, and the scroll was suspended in the air, slowly unfolding in the air with the movement of his hand, and glowing faintly in the dim hall.

It was a volume of "The Return of the Wind and Snow at Dusk".

As twilight falls, the mountains and wilderness appear vast and vast, and in the depths of the endless mountain road, a thatched hut peeks out, showing that this place is not empty.

In the heavy snow, there was a woodcutter carrying firewood on his back, and he was trekking hard through the wind and snow on the mountain, returning in the direction of the thatched hut.

Behind him, there is still a little bit of falling, and it seems that there is still a hidden crisis.

Yuan Bu stinged the seal on his hand and pointed at He Lingjiang's forehead.

She only felt a flicker in front of her eyes, and then there was a piercing pain on both sides of her cheeks.

The howling cold wind swept the snowflakes and cut at her face. The snowflakes rushed to her eyes, making her unable to open her eyes for a while.

It's the early summer season, but it's snowing heavily.

He Lingjiang narrowed his eyes and looked around.

The vast twilight, the empty mountains, and the heavy snow.

Is she in the painting?

From where she stood, there was a vast expanse, making it difficult to distinguish the direction. The winding mountain road and the thatched hut in the corner of the previous painting are nowhere to be seen.

Is this to let her find her way home in the wind and snow?

Take the picture as a formation?

But if it is a formation, you have to put on a posture of rest, life, injury, Du, Jing, death, shock, and opening.

Look around, the sky and the earth are dark and vast, and you can't see the grass and trees when you look down, and you can't see the stars when you look up.

Looking around, except for white or white, there is no difference, there is no boundary, she is alone, it is a point between heaven and earth.

He Lingjiang closed his eyes and felt the direction of the wind, and in the empty mountains, the sound of the wind blowing snowflakes was particularly clear.

She couldn't help frowning, the direction of the wind was changing.

The change was subtle, but it was a cycle that could be very different from what she thought she was going in.

He Lingjiang opened his eyes, but suddenly collided with a pair of green eyes.

Above the snowy field, in the darkness, there was a thin and gray-haired wild thing, approaching this way.

It's a wolf.

It turned out that the blurry painting that fell far behind the woodcutter was actually a hungry wolf......

On a snowy night, the appearance of wild wolves seems to be a normal phenomenon.

The woodcutter who returns late, the ferocious hungry wolf, no matter how you look at it, one side will be unlucky.

Yet she stood still, not moving.

The hungry wolf stared at the front tightly, getting closer and closer to her, and finally seemed to be unable to resist the temptation of its prey, and pounced violently in the direction of He Lingjiang.

She didn't blink, and the form of the hungry wolf brushed past her, and she fell to the ground, and then, her eyes turned red, and a trail of blood splattered at her feet.

Not far from her, in the midst of the heavy snow, lay a dead rabbit.

The hungry wolf caught its prey, and began to eat it, and the hare's torn carcass was reflected in her eyes.

He Lingjiang looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes were slightly deep, and then he squatted down and reached out to brush the snow that was splashed with a layer of hare blood.

However, no matter how much she stirred it, the blood stain was floating on the snow.

She reached out to touch the wolf, and her fingers only passed through it.

She couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, this painting is still imaginary?

The position she is currently in is already a fictional world in the painting, but after the hungry wolf appeared, there was obviously such a big living person standing in front of her, and her breath did not change at all, and her behavior was even more soundless, which was extremely strange.

It turns out that it is the superposition of two spaces, the overlapping spaces of the painting scroll, and the visual synchronization tends to be the same, but the sense of hearing is not common.

No wonder, she could hear the wind and snow in her ears, but she couldn't hear the sound of hungry wolves pounceing on hares.

She stared down at the pool of blood at her feet, and it seemed that the scene she was in and the "Wolf Hunting" belonged to two different painting spaces.

He Lingjiang's eyes were slightly deep, since this "Wild Wolf Hunting Picture" was superimposed, could the picture she was in front of her not be the whole picture of "Wind and Snow Twilight Returning"?

She looked around, the endless snow and mountains, and she, from the outside of the painting, was a snowstorm and a traveler.

And the mountain road and thatched hut that have disappeared without a trace, I think it will be in another layer of painting space, right?

"The Twilight Return of the Wind and Snow" and "The Thatched House in the Mountains", two completely different paintings, are superimposed on each other to finally present the shape of the "Return of the Wind and Snow at Dusk".

It's no wonder that there is no boundary in the white expanse here, because this world is the entire space of this painting.

Therefore, no matter which direction she goes from or how far she goes, she will definitely not be able to get out of this snowy field, and she will definitely not be able to find the mountain road thatched hut she is looking for. If she is looking for it here, it is undoubtedly a fish for a tree.

What we need to do now is to think of ways to break down this space.

She looked at the hungry wolf in front of her, who was eating happily.

As a woodcutter in the painting, his magic is limited by the laws of space. She now carries firewood on her back, and a firewood knife hangs from her waist, and when a jackal approaches, she must carry the knife and defend it.

But being in two different spaces, with a knife going down, the hungry wolf has no change, doesn't it instantly expose the fact that the hungry wolf is another layer of virtual scenes?

If so, then this hint is too obvious, right?

He Lingjiang frowned, didn't he put the clues in front of him so clearly?

When they see a hungry wolf, most people's first reaction is to kill it.

Could this picture be the opposite?

The moment the wolf is killed with a knife, the spatial boundary is also broken, and the two pictures merge into one without realizing it.

While killing wolves, the people in the painting will ignore the fact that the two spaces are superimposed......

He Lingjiang looked at the hungry wolf in front of him, and then looked down at the firewood knife on his waist, his fingers moving slightly.

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