Tibetan poems are a kind of mixed poems.

Read the first word of each sentence together to convey a specific message.

"South Gate Screen Wall" is the answer to the mystery hidden in this poem on the flower paper.

A qualified hidden poem must not be simply embedded in words, but also requires that the poem itself has its own meaning. In this way, those who read the poem will be attracted by the meaning of the poem and inadvertently ignore the embedded words at the beginning of the sentence.

For example, when Xu Wei, a literati of the Ming Dynasty, wrote a poem when facing the beautiful scenery of the autumn moon in Pinghu when he was traveling to West Lake:

"The plain lake has a thousand acres of autumn, the lake is light and the water flows long. The autumn moon is round and the world is rare, and the moon is beautiful and the four seasons are the most suitable for autumn."

Even if it ignores its inlay characters, it is an excellent descriptive poem.

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"I really hate these sour literati!"

When Chu Fengge figured it out, he couldn't help but curse.

He would rather carry his sword to fight with hundreds of evil ghosts than play a damn word game here.

Gu Xu smiled: "Since we know the address, let's go there quickly! If we can't reach the South Gate screen wall in a quarter of an hour, I'm afraid those terrible monsters will appear."

"Let's go!" Chu Fengge nodded.

The ghosts in the haunted house left him with too deep psychological shadows. He really didn't want to see them again.

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So, the two of them followed the path they had walked through the hanging flower door and returned to the screen wall.

At this moment, the gate of Lu's house had long disappeared without a trace.

The walls of the courtyard have long turned into ice sculptures, shining with a bitter cold light.

Gu Xu saw two frozen corpses at the corner of the wall. Looking at the ferocious and desperate expression of the corpse, it should be that he had tried to climb over the wall to escape from the house, but he failed.

Then Gu Xu turned his head and carefully observed the "South Gate Screen Wall".

On the mural on the front, a group of beautifully dressed nobles sat around the long table in the garden, raising their glasses and drinking, chatting and laughing, looking happy.

Gu Xu also recognized some of the identities of them-

The beautiful woman sitting in the middle, with a plump figure, gorgeous makeup and pregnant woman was the mistress of the Lu family and the president of the "Hundred Flowers Poetry Society";

The young woman beside her, dressed in plain clothes, white lips and gentle teeth, and had a gentle smile, was a lady from the Chen family of Xiangyang, named Chen Anzhi. Although she was not outstanding in this portrait, her current identity was the queen of the Great Qi Dynasty, the biological mother of the Fourth Prince and Princess Zhaoning;

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However, the most eye-catching one is Lu Shiyao sitting at the edge of the long table.

Her black hair is like ink, her plain clothes are like snow, and she is extremely beautiful, like a lotus in the water.

It seems to be outlined by black and white ink, and it looks a bit out of place on this thick and colorful mural.

Her eyes were distant and there was no smile on her face, giving people a feeling of keeping others from thousands of miles away.

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Just as Gu Xu was concentrating on how to enter the world of murals, he suddenly heard a strange voice coming from behind: "Are you here to participate in the 'Hundred Flowers Poetry Conference'?"

Gu Xu immediately turned around.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a brocade robe with short beards, slightly white temples, and elegant and handsome, walking towards them with great strides.

This middle-aged man had a cheerful smile on his face, which made people feel good about him involuntarily.

After seeing the man's face clearly, Gu Xu couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

If the information is correct, this person should have died during the search of his home fifteen years ago.

But now, he not only appeared in front of Gu Xu, but also had the aura of true energy fluctuation on his body.

In addition, he did not have any strange reactions when facing Gu Xu's [Spirit Body].

"Is this guy a human or a ghost?"

Gu Xu quietly took out a copper coin and tried to make a fortune.

Then he spread his palms.

The copper coins face upwards.

This obviously shows that the middle-aged man in front of him is a human, not a ghost.

"It's really weird," Gu Xu thought to himself, "I didn't expect that after fifteen years, this man was still living well in this macabre house in Lu's house."

"Who are you?" Chu Fengge next to him asked.

"Tang Hui, the scrupulous envoy in front of the Daqi Exorcist Division," the middle-aged man nodded slightly and said politely, "The two should be monks from our Daqi Exorcist Division, are they?"

He obviously noticed that Chu Fengge was wearing the "Seven Stars Clothes" on his body.

"Tang Hui... haven't you died during the search of the house?" Chu Fengge frowned.

The middle-aged man who called himself "Tang Hui" smiled and said, "I almost died at the beginning. Fortunately, I brought the 'instruction token' given by the emperor, which made me barely save my life. Unfortunately, I was trapped in this haunted house and couldn't get out."

Chu Fengge is skeptical.

Tang Hui paused for a moment and said, "If I guessed correctly, you should have just entered this haunted house, right? I have been in this haunted house for more than ten years and have a good understanding of it. Maybe I can provide you with some useful information."

Chu Fengge didn't say anything.

But Gu Xu took a step forward and said with a smile: "Thank you, Lord Tang!"

He knew that the information Tang Hui gave them was not necessarily true.

Even the person in front of him is not necessarily the real Tang Hui.

But even false information may hide real clues in it - it is better than fumble with their eyes closed like they are now.

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So Tang Hui cleared her throat and began to introduce:

"You should know that Lu's family heirloom, "Jinghong Bi", has the ability to express the artistic conception of poetry and painting.

"The real Lu Zhai was destroyed by a fire fifteen years ago.

"The haunted house we are in is actually a painting of "Jinghong Bi".

"The front of this painting is a beautiful picture of the Lu family playing and entertainment many years ago; but if you go around the back of the screen wall, you will see a terrifying and cruel picture of the "Ice Hell".

"Whenever the sound of a flute sounds, the contents of these two paintings will be switched, and the environment of the entire Lu House will change accordingly."

Hearing his words, Gu Xu walked behind the screen wall and indeed saw the picture of "Ice Hell" that Tang Hui called.

The painting is surrounded by icebergs and covered with snow.

The characters in the painting are naked, with their beards and eyebrows sucking, their lips and teeth trembled, their hands hugged their knees, and they shrank a ball, making them so cold that their muscles and bones are shrinking.

Next to them, there were many ghost messengers with ferocious faces, holding chains and whips.

At this moment, Gu Xu remembered the words Chen Jisheng said to Chu Fengge when he participated in the promotion assessment last month:

"This haunted house is uninhabited, but it makes strange noises - the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras will be heard during the day, and the howling of ghosts and wolves will be heard at night."

"No wonder." Gu Xu said secretly.

Then he asked Tang Hui: "Master Tang, why did that 'Jinghong Brush' leave such a painting here?"

Tang Hui replied: "Because after the death of its predecessor Lu Shiyao, it is now a masterless thing. It sets many tests with these two paintings to find a new master.

"You should know that when choosing a master with famous instruments, there are all their own standards. For example, the "Tai'a Jian" will look for the strongest among the royal family members, while the "Jinghong Bi" will pass a series of tests to find the most talented person.

"Just just now you should have met a little girl in white - she is the spirit of "Jinghong Bi". When she handed you the invitation to the poetry club, it means that the test has begun.

"'Hundred Flowers Poetry Club' is the first level you will participate in.

“If you pass the 'Hundred Flowers Poetry Society' successfully, you will get clues about the next test.

"If you fail to challenge, you will be trapped in the 'Ice Hell' forever and suffer torture."

"It sounds really scary," Gu Xu complained, "The spirit of this 'Jinghong Pen' is a bit fierce!"

He finally knew where the monk who had disappeared in the Lu family had gone.

It is probably because they failed those tests and were trapped in the "Ice Hell" and could not get out.

Hearing his words, Tang Hui also sighed: "Ah, it was mainly because its former owner died miserably, which made it feel a desire for revenge...

"You must know that among the 'Twelve Famous Tools', the 'Jinghong Pen' should be the most picky one. It would rather not be the master and be left alone for a long time than choose the master at will.

"But, any master it recognizes will be loyal and devoted. If the master is killed, it will try every means to avenge his master."

"It turned out to be blackened." Gu Xu glanced at the cruel and terrifying "Ice Hell" mural and came to the conclusion.

"But you don't have to worry too much," Tang Hui continued, "I built a shelter in the northwest corner of this haunted house with the help of the 'instruction token' given by the emperor, and neither the cold nor the evil ghosts could enter.

“There were many monks who failed to challenge before taking refuge there.

"If you fail to challenge, you can go there too - although I can't send you out of the haunted house, at least I can guarantee your life."

"Then you will have to trouble Lord Tang!" Gu Xu said politely, "In addition, I would like to ask Lord Tang, how should we participate in this 'Hundred Flowers Poetry Society'?"

Tang Hui replied: "It's very simple. Just use your flower paper to gently touch this wall."

Gu Xu did as he did.

Although what this person who calls himself "Tang Hui" said is not necessarily the truth, or it may not be all the truth.

But Gu Xu knew very well that participating in the "Hundred Flowers Poetry Club" was the only choice he could make at the moment.

At this time, the sad sound of the flute sounded again.
Chapter completed!