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The hatchet hanging on her waist was removed, she raised her strength high, and then slashed towards the wolf's head and neck.

The hatchet broke through the wind, but the hungry wolf ate happily.

However, when the blade was about a foot away from the hungry wolf, the space seemed to fluctuate for a moment. The hungry wolf, who was burying his head in eating his prey, suddenly raised his head and looked over vigilantly with a pair of faint green eyes.

The hatchet was a foot away from its head, and it didn't move.

The hungry wolf seemed to have reacted just now. There was a murderous intent in front of him. He could no longer care about the food he finally got. He turned over, avoided the knife, and quickly distanced himself from He Lingjiang.

The hungry wolf rolled over the snow, leaving a rustling sound.

The space is broken.

Two paintings, merged into one.

The hungry wolf glared at He Lingjiang who was not far away, bared his teeth, all the hair on his body stood up, and he looked like he was going to pounce on her at any time to fight her to the death.

He Lingjiang took back the hatchet leisurely: "I won't kill you."

If it weren't for it, I'm afraid I wouldn't realize it for a while, but the picture scroll here is actually made up of several spaces.

The hungry wolf didn't think that the woodcutter was harmless. After all, she was going to cut herself with a knife before!
Its nostrils expanded involuntarily, exuding heat, and the hungry wolf rushed towards He Lingjiang one by one.

He Lingjiang slapped it on the forehead with a palm, and the hungry wolf was violently pushed away and fell heavily on the snow.

"If you say I won't kill you, don't ask for your own death, okay?" He Lingjiang walked up to it, squatted halfway, and looked down at it.

"Okay", with the pressure of Xuanshi.

The hungry wolf, who was about to struggle to rush towards her again, suddenly trembled and did not dare to move.

Although this world has restricted the use of spells, the coercion of the mysterious soul is still there.

She asked this question, didn't she want to make the hungry wolf's heart tremble?

After all, although this painting is a virtual realm, the creatures in it are still transformed by the spirits of the outside world.

He Lingjiang got up and looked at the vast world.

Cold Wind, Snowflakes, Hungry Wolf, Dead Rabbit, and a her.

Since the hungry wolf is the key to breaking the space of the picture scroll, which one is the key in this picture scroll of "The Woodcutter"?

She just slashed at the hungry wolf with a knife, breaking the boundary of that space.

Now, she is the only living creature in the picture of The Woodcutter in the Wind and Snow.

Bu Yuan Si will never ask someone to cut himself with a knife, so that the space can be broken open, right?
He Lingjiang denied it again and again, this setting is too bad.

Just now, she could see the hungry wolf hunting, but the hungry wolf couldn't see her.It can be seen that this scroll space floating on the upper layer cannot see the situation on the next layer.

However, those who are in the lower volume can see the situation of the upper volume. As long as the key is identified, the space can be broken and the two can be merged into one.

Now, she can't see the thatched hut on the mountain road, so she wants to come to the picture scroll space where she is located, which should be suspended above the picture of "The Thatched Hut in the Deep Mountains".

The picture of the hungry wolf hunting, the picture of the woodcutter in the wind and the snow, and the picture of the hut in the deep mountain, these three should be related from top to bottom.

You can see things from the bottom up, and it is easy to break the space.It's just that she is now in the "Blizzard Woodman" volume, where does she go to find the key to breaking through the lower space?
He Lingjiang raised her head, and broken snowflakes fell from the vast sky, landing on her body, face and eyelashes.

The eyelashes blinked lightly, and the snowflakes fell into her eyes and melted, cool.

It turns out that the snow in this painting will also melt.

She closed her eyes and felt this world with her soul.

The wind quietly changed direction, and the snowflakes were also wrapped in the cold wind and changed the direction of falling. There was a sound of wind and snow all around, but there was one place that was extremely quiet.

There was no wind, and the snowflakes just fell quietly and silently.

She opened her eyes suddenly, everything is in the changing space, the only constant is the biggest variable.

He Lingjiang stared at it closely, swept his feet sharply, and then raised his knife and dropped it.

The originally quiet space was shattered in an instant, and the wind from the snowfields whizzed past, rolling up the snowflakes in the heaven and earth, and fluttering in all directions.

Where the wind and snow came, the picture of the thatched hut hidden in the bottom of the mountain was slowly revealed in front of He Lingjiang.

Above the snow field, there is a shallow trail, although most of it is covered by heavy snow, it is still faintly visible, and it is extending into the depths of the mountain field.

In the depths of the mountains, there is a hut showing a corner.

When he came out, He Lingjiang's eyes lit up.

She took the hatchet, continued to carry the firewood, and walked along the mountain road in the direction of the thatched hut.

The hungry wolf had also climbed up at this time, following her far behind, not daring to step forward but not retreating, turning into a vague mass in the twilight.

The wind and snow, the woodcutter, the deep mountains, the thatched hut, and a shadow behind him.

The picture of "The Return of the Wind and Snow" is complete.

I don't know how long it took, and finally came to the hut.

The simple thatched hut stands quietly in the deep mountain wind and snow.

He Lingjiang stretched out his hand and pushed it gently, and with a "squeak" sound, the Chaimen was pushed open.

There was a barking sound, and then a pale yellow figure rushed over, wagging its tail happily, and circling around her feet.

He Lingjiang bent down and touched its head, and then stepped into the yard.

The courtyard is not big, she unloaded the firewood on her back, piled it in the corner where the firewood was placed, and added some food to the yellow dog's food bowl, and then stomped the snow on her feet and entered the house.

Compared with the bone-chilling snow outside, this extremely simple house seemed warmer.

She walked to the table, lit the oil lamp on the table, and the dim room suddenly lit up.

From a distance, the lit thatched hut makes the snowy night in the deep mountains look a little warmer.

The "Wind and Snow Returning at Dusk" floating in the air flickered, and in the blink of an eye, He Lingjiang found that he was out of the picture.

Yuan Buli, who was sitting in the upper position, retracted his right palm in the air, and the unfolded picture scroll slowly closed again and landed in his palm.

"Congratulations, Qi Niangzi, for successfully passing the assessment."

Um?Is it really like this?
When she fell into the picture, Yuan Buli didn't say what she was going to do, and she could only act according to her own feelings.

It turned out that this Qimen assessment really made people discover the mystery of the overlapping picture scrolls, and then broke through the space and truly completed this "Wind and Snow Returning Picture" as a woodcutter...

Yuan Buheart glanced at the incense beside him, the first stick of incense was almost burnt out.

For so many years, those who did not draw this question in the company can solve it successfully, but only one or two out of ten.Not to mention such a fast speed, and the solution is so perfect.

The snow, the woodcutter, the deep mountains, the thatched hut, and the lone wolves adorning her back were all in short supply. She even arranged the firewood on the woodcutter's back and fed it to the yellow dog.

This is not only an extraordinary aptitude and endowment, but even his natural instinct is much beyond that of ordinary profound scholars.

Yuan Buli quietly looked at He Lingjiang, who was standing at the bottom of the head, with a small expression on his face: "I don't know who He Qiniangzi studied under?"