The night wanderers present were already very familiar with this voice, and they knew who it was without turning around to look.
"Yi Ji, have you finished your work?" Shen Xiaowei looked at the person coming.
“Yes.” The person coming was none other than Yi Ji.
Originally they came in the same team, but when entering the imperial city, Yi Ji said she had some personal matters to deal with and left temporarily.
Yi Ji walked to the table and continued the topic just now: "The trigger of the rules of this strange talk lies in the literary meeting and painting works here."
"How do you say that?" Shen Xiaoyan asked carefully.
Yi Ji said: "Normally, it is no different from ordinary paintings. Once a literary meeting is held in Juxian Building, its rules will be triggered."
The Night Tour envoys opened their eyes after hearing this. One light.
“Come and try!”
They just do what they say. They are really brave people with great skills.
As the organizer of the cultural gathering, Yi Ji called the shopkeeper who happened to be at the scene and told him that the second floor of Juxian Building would be reserved as the venue for the cultural gathering.
The shopkeeper's face was ashen, and he didn't want to accept the money given by Yi Ji to book the whole show. Unfortunately, he couldn't refuse even though he was so weak. He acted according to the script stiffly like a puppet being manipulated. After accepting Yi Ji's money, he asked the waiter to prepare the script. will be needed.
At the moment when Yi Ji and the shopkeeper reached an agreement, the drawing paper on the table changed.
The Night Travelers discovered it immediately.
“It’s true!”
"Will we be included in the painting?"
The Night Tourists were eager to try, but they were so frightened that the shopkeeper's legs trembled.
However, after waiting for a while, no more abnormalities appeared.
Everyone turned their questioning eyes to Yi Ji.
Yi Ji said: "Since it is a literary meeting and we have to present papers, why not take this opportunity to discuss it with each other."
"Okay!" Everyone agreed.
What follows is a discussion, from deception to war and calligraphy, including some humanistic and social thoughts caused by what they encountered during this period, all of which were taken by the Night Travelers. Come out and say it.
The more they chatted, the deeper they went. They had already unknowingly ignored the existence of strange stories. When they got excited, some people stood up and waved their hands and feet. Fortunately, they knew that the scene was not suitable for using psychic powers, so there was no gathering of talents. Damage to the building.
As for the shopkeeper and the waiter, they hid on the first floor after delivering what they needed.
They looked at each other, each clearly seeing the decline on the other's face.
Time passed, and the shopkeeper and the waiter waited below for a long time. When they saw the sunset, they realized that a while had passed.
It seems that something happened around this time yesterday. This thought flashed through the shopkeeper's mind, he raised his head and glanced at the second floor, thinking: I wonder how those adults are doing.
Second floor.
When the power of the strange rules enveloped the whole place, there was no sound. Even the night wanderers did not realize when they fell into the world in the painting. They only felt that everything in the world had changed in the blink of an eye. In a world of black and white and gray ink lines.
Looking at yourself again, you will be stunned.
"What's going on?"
"I seem to have turned into a leaf."
"I am a stone."
"Is everyone here?"
< br>Faced with this weird situation, the Night Travelers reacted quickly. After the initial shock, they calmed down and revealed their identities and situations to each other.
After a round of discussion, everyone had some understanding of their respective situations, and someone soon discovered an important issue.
“The rules of the Juxian Literary Society are to be identified by outsiders. Who should save us after we have entered the painting?”
If the rules cannot be solved by using the students, The rules must be broken violently.
The latter is tantamount to destroying this weird story.
Just when the night wanderers in the painting realize that the problem is serious, Yi Ji's voice comes from outside the painting, "I am outside and can identify and rescue you."
"Yi Ji?"
"Why are you not included in the rules?"
Yi Ji's calm voice continued to answer everyone's doubts, "This is exactly what I want to tell you next. . I found that [Juxian Literary Society] changed into the painting I just painted "This is a painting of flowers and birds. The flowers and birds painted are actually inspired by my observation of the lives of flowers and birds." Shen Xiaowei, who became an ink bird in the painting, said: "It's the one you just mentioned in the discussion. ?”
“Yes.” Yi Ji said.
"You were not the only one who painted at the cultural conference, so why was it your painting that triggered the rules of strange stories?" Hu Tong said.
Yi Ji said: "I already have some ideas about this, but further experiments are needed."
Shen Buhuan is more concerned about breaking away from the rules, "What we are doing in the painting now They all look like leaves, stones, birds, fish and other miscellaneous things, but the things in the painting don’t move when you look at them from outside. How can you identify us among thousands of leaves and stones?”
“You. You underestimated Yi Ji." But it was Shen Xiaoyan who took the lead.
The teammates on the same team as Yi Ji know and feel the most about Yi Ji’s Shuxiu talent.
Yi Ji said: "Every leaf and stone is different. This painting was painted by me and is the condensation of my inspiration. I can find any difference."
"Then let's start. ." Shen Buhuan said.
"Don't be in a hurry." Yi Ji said.
Offscreen, Yi Ji is alone on the second floor.
She picked up a cup of cold tea in her hand and reached into the teacup with her other hand.
Say to the painting: "I just said that this painting is the product of my inspiration, and every stroke in it carries my inspiration. Now you are integrating yourself into the painting and becoming a member of it, which is equivalent to integrating into my Inspiration, can it be more direct and simple to understand my inspiration in this way?"
It was a question, but Yi Ji had a calm and determined look on her face.
Everyone in the painting was also shocked by her idea, and then they thought about it carefully and found that it was indeed the case.
There were people on the spot who were comprehending themselves and the surrounding scenery.
The world in the painting became quiet.
At this time, Yi Ji counted the time, and then sprinkled her fingers soaked in tea into the painting. The water droplets were dispersed by spiritual power into finer mist and fell into the painting.
It was just a few drops of water outside the painting, but in the painting the world turned into a continuous drizzle.
A few sounds of surprise from the Night Traveler let Yi Ji know what was going on in the painting.
She originally wanted to help her colleagues gain enlightenment, but suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed through her mind. She looked at the image of another world turning upside down as she raised her hand. She had an indescribable feeling that she was just on the verge of inspiration. One kick.
Yi Ji cheered up and understood that this opportunity was not only for her colleagues, but also for herself.
Corridor entrance.
The shopkeeper carefully leaned out half of his body, stretched his head and looked inside.
It had been a long time since I had seen the adults on the night tour. I was worried that something had happened, and I was also worried about being misremembered, so I came up secretly to observe after a long struggle.
At this glance, Yi Ji was the only one left sitting at the table on the second floor.
The woman just threw a glass of water into the painting.
Immediately, the wailing sounds of several people could be heard in the painting.
This kind of wailing from many people is especially weird on the second floor where there is only one person.
In this weird atmosphere, the magic picture appeared in Yi Ji's hand, and the cold Yin Fire floated in the air and threw it at the picture on the table.
A few more screams and curses were added to those wails.
The shopkeeper's eyes widened, and then he met Yi Ji's gaze.
That gaze seemed to penetrate people's hearts and see clearly what they were thinking.
——It’s over!
——I’m done!
——I actually saw the scene where the night traveler murdered his colleagues!
——Is it still possible to kneel down and beg for mercy now?
The shopkeeper had no idea what he was thinking, and it was indeed revealed by the cunning power of his heart.
A spiritual power swept him down the corridor and blocked the entrance to the corridor.
Inspiration is rare.
Now is not the time for leisure, you can joke with others.
The shopkeeper who fell back to the first floor found that he was not injured. Just when he was in shock and didn't know what to do, a voice came into his mind...