Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 467 The Pit Depth 096 Meters Test (2)
"It's not fair!"

She mumbled and walked towards the instrument stand.

The fragrance of tea is wafting, and the musical instruments made of ancient notations are as exquisite as antiques, with a faint antique flavor. Mo Jiu can't say why, but he just likes such things.She stroked them lightly with her eyes one by one.The seven-stringed guqin, the pear-shaped xun, the big and small zither, the peach-skin zither, the guzheng, the hole flute, all the types of ancient musical instruments she knows, are available here... It's a pity that there are no problems with these instruments.

The whole house, every place, can't be more ordinary, and it can't be more simple.

There is a time limit for sticking an incense stick, and people's psychological pressure will be much greater.

Mo Jiu walked from one row of musical instrument racks to another row of musical instrument racks, his eyes wandering, unaware of his emotions.

She has seen countless organs, and has read countless books on organs, and she has extensive knowledge of organ techniques.However, whether it is the mausoleum anti-theft mechanism, the crossbow or crossbow machine used for weapon combat, or the locks and shackles and other supplies used in real life, they are actually just a part of the machine, using the principles of springs and mechanics.The door lock of the mechanism also basically forms the principle of leverage, and it is used to control, and there must be components that are visible to the naked eye.But there is nothing here, just a clean house... Is it really just a rudimentary agency house?
No wonder Dongji said, just let her come and play.

The two female disciples stood on the left and the right like door gods, looking at her expressionlessly.

They won't affect her or help her, but they put pressure on her for no reason.

In this pressure, there is another one from the lounge, from Xiao Liulang in the lounge.Thinking of the countless people staring at her, Mo Jiu's heart grew stronger and stronger.Especially when she boasted in front of Xiao Liulang earlier, if she couldn't even get past the elementary school, how could she be ashamed to see him?
She doesn't have to win in the end, at least she can't fall in the first round.

If not, even she herself would feel that she has no destiny to be a Mohist tycoon, and would not be able to be a Mohist tycoon.

There is a lack of self-confidence, which will be more serious in front of certain people.

Xiao Liulang's sharp eyes flickered in her mind from time to time.

Xiao Liulang's words "you can't win" also made her feel uneasy for no reason.

No matter what happened to her, she was very indifferent, but she was measuring the mechanism room with her steps. She was pacing up and down, but she was restless like never before, rubbing her forehead from time to time, "Where will the door... the door be?"

Seeing the stick of incense burning down little by little, she stood still suddenly.

On the ground in front of her, there were the shadows of two female disciples.

She looked up, but there were no lights, only a few bright tiles on top of her head.

Almost instantly, she thought that this room was for "Li".

Li in the Eight Diagrams, symbolizes the sun.

It seems that the layout of the eight rooms is not all the same, it is related to the location and also varies according to the location.

She set her eyes on the pot of water, raised the corners of her lips slightly, sat back down again, poured a glass of water in her hands calmly, sat unsteadily on the chair, and slowly closed her eyes , drink slowly one mouthful at a time.

The two female disciples looked at each other, completely unable to understand her behavior.At first she was anxiously trying to think of a way, they thought she would persevere no matter how bad she was, but now she looked like she had given up.But if you give up the competition, you shouldn't be so leisurely, right?

A female disciple pursed her lips and stepped forward nervously, "Girl, don't you want to continue looking?"

"No hurry." Mo Jiule opened his eyes happily, gave her a light glance, and then lay reclined again, as if he was sipping a cup of top-quality famous tea, extremely at ease.At the end, two more female disciples stared at me dumbfounded, took out a small porcelain bottle from their pockets, put it on their noses, and sniffed it slowly, their expressions were extremely calm, without any hint of nervousness.

(End of this chapter)