Chapter 79 The Wordless Book
Situ Boliang's tiger eye widened, and he saw a chessboard suddenly showing a chessboard within a chessboard, with formations within formations, and hexagrams connected to each other, a whole twisted siege!

Whether it's a dot or a line, it's really ugly and messy, but it works damn well!

He had been killed to the point where he could not move and blood had flowed like a river. He had lost!
What if the man told Song Qingwan the method of playing live chess, but it was a game between the two without any predictions or rules?
The result, of course, was that he lost quickly, completely and mercilessly, which was totally unlike that person's style of play.

This is just Song Qingwan's unique style, which shows that she has profound attainments in Qimen Dunjia.

"Hahaha~ I'm convinced!" Situ Boliang suddenly laughed out loud. This was the second young man who defeated him. Being his master was not bad. The days to come would be more fun.

Song Qingwan nodded. Even the constant praise from the audience did not make her feel proud.

Instead, he came to the third level, the book level, with a calm expression.

The person before was a girl who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, but in fact she was already twenty-eight, a very mature woman, named Jiang Ling.

It's just that her skin is kept smooth and pink, and she dresses a little childishly, so people can't tell her real age.

The woman crossed her legs, which were swaying from time to time, and on the table in front of her was an old, simple and heavy book, with the ancient words "Wordless Book" written on the cover.

At this moment, the woman was looking at Song Qingwan with contempt. She did not admire her for having just won two levels, which made her look even more mysterious and arrogant.

“This wordless heavenly book is an ancestral heirloom of my Jiang family. It is the source of all sources, the way of all ways, the mystery of all mysteries, the wonder of all seconds, the king of all kings, the ancestor of all roots, the origin of all methods. It can break anything and attack anything. With just one thought, you can ascend to heaven in one step.

Only the Chosen One can crack it. Little sister, you still have time to retreat now. I won’t charge you the 100 taels fee.”

Jiang Linglian's voice is as clear and sweet as a magpie.

The corner of Song Qingwan's mouth twitched. She certainly didn't know how simple the little experiment of the wordless book was in modern times.

Given the woman's perfect skin, Song Qingwan thought, she must be a medical student, right? There was also a faint smell of herbs on her body.

"Zhizhi, go up and take a look. Is there medicine or poison in the book? In any case, be careful." Song Qingwan felt that Jiang Ling was not as innocent as she seemed.

She first turned a page of the ancient-looking book cover through a layer of clothing, and then released the canary from the bag, letting it watch from close up without touching it.

Canary could analyze drug ingredients, and it didn't take long for her to figure out what was going on. "Hahaha, Wanwan, just as you expected, this is a chemical mixed with toxic substances.

You apply a layer of salt water on it, and then dry it over fire, and then you can see the words on it. "

The canary chirped with great joy. It hadn't laughed like a pig in a long time. What about this heirloom? This human really knows how to have fun.

Song Qingwan understood, and she wanted to see what was written in this wordless heavenly book.
As for salt, she had it in her space, and she also brought drinkable bamboo tube water with her, which was convenient.

Song Qingwan opened the bamboo tube and poured out some water before sprinkling the salt in. Otherwise, if there was too much water, the concentration might not be enough.

He shook the bamboo tube for a while, and waited for it to melt before soaking it with a handkerchief. Just as he was about to wipe the yellowed and worm-eaten paper, he was suddenly stopped by Jiang Ling.

"What are you doing? Whether it's roasting it with fire or soaking it in water, everyone has tried it and it doesn't work. But if you break my baby, how are you going to compensate me?"

She seemed to smell a salty smell, and suddenly she had a bad feeling in her heart. Although it was unlikely, what if it happened? Especially in the end, she couldn't crack it and the book was damaged. Who could she cry to?
"Are you scared?" Song Qingwan smiled and said, "I paid a hundred taels, you can't possibly not let me try, right?" With the sky-high experimental fee, how much money did Jiang Ling make?

Jiang Ling's face suddenly turned sour, "Okay, okay, you try it." Salt can detoxify? Daydreaming, right?
Song Qingwan continued to wipe the salt water onto the pages of the book, of course only one page, and then found a fire to dry it.

Gradually, the handwriting on the book became clearer and clearer, and it was all the words "big fool, big idiot".

"Ha!" You're really good at making fun of people! Song Qingwan couldn't help but give Jiang Ling a thumbs up.

Jiang Ling was immediately struck by lightning. No, "What kind of water did you use?" Could it really cure her poison? It was so depressing.

"Salt water, plus evaporation, the principle is that after the toxin is washed out, it is heated and evaporated, and it will disappear on its own. Don't worry, I also used technology to defeat your poison." Song Qingwan calmly stuffed the handkerchief into the bamboo tube, and these things contaminated with toxins could not be kept.

Jiang Ling was frustrated and said, "You win." Next time she will definitely research a more interesting poison. Even if it doesn't kill her new owner, at least she can play the guessing game.

So far, Song Qingwan has overcome three challenges, which makes everyone on the scene excited and the atmosphere becomes more and more tense. Can she pass all the levels?

The next level is painting.

It's a drawing competition, but the opponent draws in the way of embroidery.

This was a woman with a large spotted face, about 40 years old. But actually her facial features were quite good, except for the large birthmark that ruined her appearance.

Maybe because she was ugly, she had a stern face and looked quite serious and mean. Her name was Xiuniang and she had no surname.

"Draw first. Let's see who can draw the fastest and best within half an incense stick." Xiuniang took out two half-sized sheets of thick paper and prepared paints and pens for Song Qingwan.

On her side, there were needles and colored threads.

The two of them sat at the table, each occupying one end.

Song Qingwan took a quick look and thought that the reason why no one could defeat Xiuniang was probably because her works were three-dimensional and vivid.

In this way, she knew which method she should use to paint.

After the competition started, both of them were silent. Xiuniang was embroidering with flying needles. Her fingers were very dexterous. She could embroider with four needles at the same time. Even if she changed the thread, she still used four needles. The speed was very fast, but it did not affect the quality of her embroidery at all.

Song Qingwan used her own charcoal pencil to draw the structure first, and then applied the paint. It was also layered and looked very complicated.

Half an incense stick of time passed quickly and they both finished their work at the same time.

Xiuniang's paintings and embroideries depict magpies climbing branches. The branches in the pictures are very similar to the real ones, and the magpies look like they are alive. Such craftsmanship is truly ingenious.

However, Song Qingwan's paintings are even more special. She paints three-dimensional, multi-faceted and multi-dimensional peony pictures. The peonies in the paintings are so gorgeous that the butterflies on the flowers seem to be about to fly out of the drawing paper.

This is the front view, but when viewed from the side, one sees a beautiful and graceful imperial concubine, who seems to be able to perform magic.

This made Xiuniang, who was as depressed as a dead water, feel a little excited. "How did you do it? Can I learn from you?"

Needless to say, Song Qingwan won this round. "Of course, but I don't know how to embroider. You can only study it yourself."

The implication is that the picture was given to her.

"Oh my god! Another winner!"

"Genius girl is nothing more than that."

"How can there be such a brilliant person in this world?"

"Who is she? What kind of family can cultivate such a well-rounded talent?"

For a time, everyone either admired or was curious about Song Qingwan, and her fame gradually spread.

But of course this is not over yet, there are still three levels to go in the competition!

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