As the experience talismans were withdrawn one after another, the number of people on the ice was also rapidly decreasing.

After a while, only a few people were left.

In an instant, the thin Qiu Cunmo also became the target of pursuit and was targeted by two people.

"Zhao Chengli?"

"Silent killing?"

Both of them tentatively asked Qiu Cunmo's name, but the man with a donkey face guessed it right and won the first prize.

Of course, Qiu Cunmo would not admit it even to death!

She immediately shook her head: "No, no, I, I am..."

After a pause, she thought carefully and raised her voice.

"I am Cui Wusheng!"

Not far away, a man suddenly turned to look at her, his eyes full of horror and confusion.

It was this glance that reassured Qiu Cunmo: "Cui Wusheng!"

That man is Cui Wusheng!

Cui Wusheng sensed something was wrong and quickly continued to chase his target, but Qiu Cunmo was even faster. He quickly ran in front of him with a few flash steps, grabbed his raised hand with both hands, opened his mouth and bit his wrist hard.

.

"ah……"

Cui Wusheng screamed in pain and pushed Qiu Cunmo away.

"Are you a dog? How do you bite?"

Immediately, he realized something was wrong. Looking at his bleeding wrist, he realized something.

"Training talisman? My training talisman!!"

A smile appeared at the corner of Qiu Cunmo's mouth, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The shining experience talisman mixed with the blood was extremely dazzling.

In an instant, Qiu Cunmo's figure gradually turned into a ray of light.

The light flashed and she appeared in Yunzhuan Tower again.

Chun Fuyue looked at her, pursed her lips, and motioned to her: "Wait over there!"

"Husha, this way!" Meng Dongliu waved from the corner.

Wei Wutong was also there, they were all people who had passed the second experience.

Several people stood still, and after just saying a few words, Chun Fuyue coughed: "Okay, the training is over, the eliminated disciples will be sent away by someone, and those who have advanced will follow me!"

He led everyone to the door of a side hall.

"Are you ready?"

Everyone immediately raised their spirits and pricked up their ears, for fear of missing the key words of the third experience.

But Chun Fuyue didn't say anything, but waved her hand to signal the disciples to open the palace door.

Inside the palace gate was not a space as they thought, but a painting.

This is an ink painting with a very pastoral style, with endless green mountains, leafy east forest, white waterfalls, and naughty shepherd boys riding bulls...

"Senior Brother Chun, what does this mean?"

"Yeah, what are the rules of this experience?"

"Is it possible that we just stand here and look at the paintings?"

"..."

Chun Fuyue didn't say anything, didn't even look at them, she just stood there silently, with her eyelids lowered, her eyes looking at her nose, and her nose looking at her heart, motionless.

"What is this for? You don't really just want us to look at paintings, do you?"

"It's just a painting, what's there to see?"

"Could it be that there is something else going on in this painting?"

"..."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone's doubts were once again stimulated and mobilized. They all looked at the painting carefully, trying to find out the "world" in it.

But soon, everyone gave up.

This is a painting!

An ordinary painting!

If a picture doesn’t even have aura!

"Senior Brother Chun?"

Some people wanted to ask again, but when they saw Chun Fuyue's appearance, they couldn't help but swallow back what they said.

As time passed, everyone went from being nervous and excited at first to standing there nonchalantly, with a few people even whispering.

"Senior Brother Chun, it's time!" A disciple guarding the hourglass reminded loudly.

At the same time, the palace door suddenly closed.

Everyone's hearts were instantly lifted.

"Is this the third round of training?"

"What exactly do you want to experience?"

"..."

Everyone felt unsure and looked at Chun Fuyue nervously.

He clasped his hands behind his back and spoke slowly: "Who can tell me how many farmers there are in the painting?!"

"……farmer?"

"Is there a farmer in the painting?"

"Yes, there is a terraced field!"

"Isn't it more than one place? Why do I remember it seems like there are several places!"

"There seem to be a few places, but..."

"..."

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Although they all looked at the painting, they all passed it perfunctorily. Who would have thought that the things in this painting would still be tested!?

"No one knows?" Chun Fuyue's face darkened.

"..."

"If no one knows, then you are all out!"

"..."

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, one person said: "Three, three, there are three in the painting!"

"Four, right? Didn't you say there are several farmlands?"

"No, it's six, at least six!"

"Well, I guess there are eight!"

"I guess seven!"

"..."

Everyone is basically in a blind guessing mode now.

If you're lucky, you might be able to guess right with a blind guess, which is better than saying you don't know!

Chun Fuyue sneered: "Whether you are making random guesses or you really know it, once this number is determined, it will never be better, so think about it and write it down on the paper over there!"

Someone has already prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones, one for each person.

Qiu Cunmo picked up the pen, wrote a number on the paper, folded it, and handed it to the waiting senior brothers. They took a step back after receiving the note, waiting for Chun Fuyue to accept it.

After Chun Fuyue looked at them one by one, she waved her hand and eliminated a few.

"Now, the second question, how many of these farmers are wearing long shirts, one is wearing shorts, and how many are not wearing shoes?!"

"...You still ask like this?" The few remaining people, who had not let go of their luck, were raised again.

What is the problem?

Too perverted!?

When appreciating landscape paintings, who would pay attention to the farmers in the paintings, what kind of clothes they are wearing, and whether they are wearing shoes?

But that's the problem. Those who stay can only bite the bullet and write.

After the answers came out, a few more people were eliminated, leaving only six people on the field.

Except for Qiu Cunmo, Meng Dongliu and Wei Wutong, another young man named Pang Rui stood there in an mature manner, as if he had a barrier on his body, isolating others.

"Now, the last question, if you can answer it, you will be considered an official disciple of our Yunzhuan Tower! Do you know what kind of farm tools a farmer holds?"

"...Senior Brother Chun, don't do this!" Even Wei Wutong was desperate.

In a landscape splash-ink painting, people usually focus on the majestic mountains and rivers. Who would ask what farm tools a farmer uses?!

"As a friendly reminder, some of these farm tools have been seen before, and some you have never imagined... So, let's start writing, and don't waste our time!"

Qiu Cunmo picked up the pen and wrote something on the paper in a leisurely manner.
Chapter completed!