Chapter 189 Cang Ling Sword Discussion (IV)

() The story is divided into two parts. Let’s say that the Hell Front group passed the Yehai Pass and walked along the path. After walking for about half an hour, they arrived at the entrance of the village of Cangling Town.

Along the way, Feng Bujue has been analyzing the situation of this script and discussing with his teammates how to deal with it.

In terms of NPC strength... Based on the previous battle strength of the blue-robed old man, the martial arts masters in this script are undoubtedly relatively strong. If the player competes with them in martial arts, a few lives may not be enough to die. However, players also have their own advantages. Settings such as skills and equipment belong to the category of supernatural things in this world. Even masters of the level of Ye Cheng or Xie San would be shot by firearms without defense. Certain death.

However, Feng Bujue believes that under normal circumstances, it is better not to have any conflicts with NPCs, let alone expose the only advantage of being a player prematurely. Because this is a scenario generated in sleep mode, the process is likely to take a very long time, which means players may have to stay in this scenario for a long time.

There is no doubt that the key point of the plot is the "duel" event, and it is unlikely/possible for the script to end before that duel occurs. Bai Dian mentioned the sentence "Duel in three days." This message appears in the opening CG, which is an obvious reminder. Players who notice this sentence will naturally have some concerns in their hearts.

After waiting another two or three hours, it will be dawn, and the "first day" will officially begin, and the day of the duel will be on the third day. Assuming that Ye Cheng and Xie San plan to find a place to admire the moon and drink the northwest wind at seven or eight o'clock in the evening on the third day, then there are still about sixty-five hours before the duel.

At night, after Feng Bujue exited the non-sleep mode and fell asleep in the game cabin, he set the login time to 12:10. As for the preparation time before entering the script, it can be ignored, and it only takes more than two minutes in real time.

Judging from the situation of this script. If they want to finish the game, it will end at almost seven o'clock in the morning. If nothing else, they will only be able to play this one scenario that night.

"So... it's settled, I am the master of Pojian Tea House, and you are all my guests." Feng Bujue came to the entrance of the village and finally confirmed with everyone: "Try not to conflict with others, even if In the event of a conflict, don't take out your gun unless absolutely necessary. Modern weapons are our trump card. As long as we use them once and are seen by others, it will be difficult for the other party to come at us with the gun pointed at us again. A great situation.”

When they said this, a ruined wall made of wooden stacks and bricks appeared in front of the five people. The entrance to the village looks very simple. It is built against a mountain wall, with three characters engraved on the wall - "Cangling Town".

The three characters are written vertically from top to bottom, with the highest point two feet above the ground and the lowest point parallel to the person's line of sight. The characters are three feet long and as wide as a shoulder. Anyone who practices martial arts can tell by looking at it from here. This character is neither carved with a chisel nor carved with a weapon, but is used as a pen to release the true energy. Written in one go.

These three characters have an upright and strong shape, like a dragon and a leopard, and their meaning is majestic, sincere and powerful. The senior who wrote this word has high martial arts skills. It's incredible, even if they are two peerless swordsmen who are going to duel this time. He is far from being a match for this person.

Of course, this word was written as early as the time when Cangling Town was first built. The senior is no longer alive, but his feats remain here to amaze future generations.

"Oh, we're here, right?" Xiao Tan looked at the name of the town on the mountain wall with the help of the moonlight, "It's so strange. Didn't the introduction say that this is just a small village, but the name of the town is actually engraved in such a ostentatious way? Quite impressive.”

"Do you think that only illegal armed groups like Huaguoshan Shuiliandong can carve place names on mountains?" Feng Bujue joked.

Young Master Atobe interrupted at this time: "Although I don't understand these very well...but these words don't look like they were carved on them, do they? Could they have been carved by some master with sword energy?"

"Hey! It's possible." Xiao Tan said immediately: "Maybe someone who came to watch the duel deliberately showed off his tricks at the entrance of the village, hoping to give everyone in the martial arts community a chance to show off."

"That's not right." Xiyu denied calmly, still speaking with the same care for words.

Xiaotan and Atobe both looked at her, but she had no intention of explaining. She just turned her head and gently touched Feng Bujue's shoulder with the back of her hand.

"What are you doing? Do you have social difficulties?" Feng Bujue looked at Xi Yu and asked.

Xiyu stared at Feng Bujue with cold eyes. There was no emotion on her face, but this gave people an invisible sense of oppression, "No."

The sad spirit on the side didn't know what he saw, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Okay, let me explain." Feng Bujue shrugged, turned to Xiao Tan and the others and said, "The writing on the mountain wall is obviously not a product of this era. If you look carefully at the moss and the cracks on the rocks, you can tell the writing. It has been carved for several years. As for the purpose of the engraver a hundred years ago... maybe that person was the one who named this place." He paused and seemed to have thought of something: "Hmm... interesting, maybe... …It’s not because of this duel that Cangling Town becomes extraordinary, but because of the secrets hidden in the town itself.”

"Hey, there's a guy over there, he seems to have noticed us." Sadling suddenly said, and pointed in the direction of the village entrance.

Everyone looked there and saw a figure sitting on the ground more than thirty meters away from them.

Feng Bujue was the first to bear the brunt and went up. After all, he is eloquent and reacts quickly. It is most efficient for him to negotiate with NPCs.

After crossing the dilapidated barrier, the five of them officially entered Cangling Town, and the system prompt came:

In the menu, there is a check mark next to the task.

The new tasks are also displayed:

When he saw the content of this task, Feng Bujue immediately thought of one word in his heart: "Fuck!"

For him, this task is much more troublesome than the task of "going to the ruined temple in Zhenbei to investigate the truth about the evil spirits", because the so-called "truth behind the duel" may be anything, and it may be with Related to the imperial court. Maybe it can be related to the haunting of this village, maybe Ye Cheng is an alien, maybe Xie San and Ye Cheng are gay friends...

Everyone knows that there is some kind of conspiracy behind the plot, but the content of the main mission suddenly changed from a very specific behavior to a non-directional thing. Doesn't this mean that the players are completely free to express themselves?

While he was thinking about it, Feng Bujue had already walked up to the figure sitting on the ground. At this distance, he could see it more clearly.

That's an old beggar. He is about the same age as Ye Hai, with a gray face and shabby clothes. He was holding a meat bone in one hand and a wine gourd in the other. While eating and drinking, he raised his eyes to observe Feng Bujue and the others. Wait until Brother Jue approaches.

He then said: "These days, there are a lot of people coming on the path, but I, the old beggar, know all those people." He smacked his mouth and swallowed a mouthful of meat; "It's really strange today. There are a few new faces here. Haha... Why did that old ghost Ye Hai let you little kids sneak in? "

"I am his illegitimate son." Feng Bujue replied with a serious face.

"Poof!" The old beggar almost choked to death on a sip of wine. After coughing until tears came out, he regained his breath, opened his eyes wide and said, "What did you say?"

"Haha... I'm just joking with my senior." Feng Bujue cupped his fists and raised his hands: "Junior, the master of Pojian Tea House, Feng Bujue. These are all my friends, and they are guests in the dormitory on weekdays..."

"I've never heard of it." The old beggar waved his hand and interrupted him: "I think you, a junior, are quite polite. I would like to advise you to go back quickly. Don't go into the town to get into this muddy water."

How could Feng Bujue leave? He was smiling. He said politely: "You haven't asked me your senior's name yet?"

"Oh?" The old beggar looked puzzled: "Don't you know who I am?" As he said that, he waved the hand holding the gourd in front of Feng Bujue. It was a gourd with vermilion paint, and the old beggar said The beggar's right hand had a broken little finger.

Feng Bujue thought: Hong Qigong? It's impossible... Hong Qigong's one is a big gourd, and the index finger is broken...

"Uh... I, my junior, have poor eyesight, but my senior, I am an expert in this world, I forgive you..." Feng Bujue was interrupted again.

"Hahahahaha..." the old beggar laughed: "Boy, you really don't know me! Hahahaha!"

Of course, this old man is not Hong Qigong, but he is indeed the leader of the Beggar Clan. This man is known as the Beggar King and his name is Meng Jiu. Seven years ago, Meng Jiu was defeated by Xie Sanjian and had one of his fingers cut off. Everyone knew about this. There is even a gangster who claims that Meng Jiu is destined to commit the crime of nine, and this battle is a doomed one. The most outrageous thing... is that this statement has been widely circulated and recognized by the masses. It's as if people don't think about it... According to this logic, Xie San should have seven fingers cut off.

Meng Jiu is the leader of the largest gang in the world, and with his easy-to-remember nickname and the finger incident, it is really difficult to find people in the world who don't know him. It is said that there are many old beggars who chop off their fingers and pretend to be him to eat and drink, which shows their popularity.

"Either you are pretending to be stupid or..." Meng Jiu suddenly stopped laughing, grabbed Feng Bujue's wrist and pinched his veins. The old beggar's originally cloudy eyes also flashed with a sharp light: "Hmph... you have no internal strength at all, how can you pass Ye Hai's test? Tell me... how did you get here? Did you find out? What hidden path?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a cold sword edge placed on Meng Jiu's neck.

It turned out that at the moment when Meng Jiu suddenly took action, Siyu, who was standing closest to the two of them, reacted immediately. She thought Feng Bujue had triggered some FLAG and was being attacked. When she was alerted, she immediately took out the "Sage". , and stepped out. In an instant, the cold light has arrived.

"Let go." Her words were concise and concise, but they spoke loudly.

Meng Jiu was indifferent on the surface, but he was extremely surprised in his heart. He did not expect that the other party had such a skill. If he had been prepared in advance, he would not have been held with a sword.

Meng Jiuxin said: This little girl is so young, but her body skills are so fast. I am afraid it is even worse than Lu Qingning, the "Luo Mei Sword" who is famous for his light skills. But... I see that none of this group of people seems to have internal strength. Their breathing is no different from ordinary people. Even the lowest disciples of my Beggar Clan who have practiced Taizu Changquan for several years are not like this. …

Of course, he didn't know or understand... As a "player", Xiyu didn't need to master any internal strength or light skills. She could achieve this speed simply by relying on her physical fitness. So it doesn't matter how old she is or whether she knows internal strength.

Feng Bujue caught something from Meng Jiu's expression, and he already knew something in his heart: "Senior." He was still smiling and had a kind face: "If you have something to say, please let me go first." He said, Chao Siyu winked, and the latter hesitated for two seconds before moving the sword away.

"Hmph... This is interesting." Meng Jiu looked at Feng Bujue and his eyes had changed. Feng Bujue's smile, in the eyes of the Beggar King, also became a smile hiding a knife, "It seems that he is an old beggar. I misunderstood him." ..." Meng Jiu let go of Feng Bujue's hand, sat upright seemingly casually, and then said, "It's not that you don't have inner strength, but that you hide it deeply."

Feng Bujue is very talented in observing and remembering things. All the subtle actions of the other party cannot escape his eyes. "It's easy to talk...Senior, although I don't know you, but..." he said , consciously move your eyes downward.

At this moment, Meng Jiu had changed from lying down to sitting cross-legged. Feng Bujue deliberately pointed out this matter with his eyes, and said: "I have heard that in the martial arts of the Beggar Clan, the lower body kung fu is the most important. The directors of each family are very good." He looked at Meng Jiu's face again: "Senior calls himself an 'old beggar', and his tone of voice is not shameful but proud. In addition, his hair is elegant and his clothes are free and easy... In my humble opinion, Even though you are not the leader of the Beggar Clan, you are still an elder in the Clan."

Although Meng Jiu didn't fully understand Feng Bujue's words, he still looked at Brother Jue with an expression of "I don't understand, but I feel strong". He slowly put down the wine and meat in his hands, cupped his fists and cupped his hands to the young man in front of him and said: "This ...The leader of the building. The old beggar king Meng Jiu is the current leader of the beggar gang.”

"Oh! I've admired you for a long time! I'm sorry, I'm disrespectful!" Feng Bujuetian replied shamelessly. Any idiot knows that he has never heard of this name before, otherwise he would have recognized him long ago, so why would he admire him for so long? Why is it disrespectful?

It's not easy for Meng Jiu to get angry. He really underestimated the other party just now and took offense first. What's more, every word Feng Bujue said sounded polite at least on the surface, and sarcastic at most without any curse words.

At this time, Meng Jiu already regarded the opponent as a powerful character in his heart. His basis was mainly based on two points: first, since the boy in front of him could see from the small movements of changing his sitting posture that this was to prepare for using his skills to fend off the enemy. Then he must know Kung Fu, and he is also a master of superior martial arts.

Secondly, although the female swordsman's skill can only be considered first-rate, but for her age to be able to have such skill... she is either an innate master, or she must have practiced profound mental techniques. But she had to listen to the words of the host, which showed that this man named Feng Bujue was at least a first-rate master, or he might be her husband.

"I made a lot of mistakes just now..." Meng Jiu said.

This time it was Feng Bujue who interrupted the other party: "Hey~ what are you talking about?" He waved his hand and said: "This junior is ignorant and ignorant, how can I blame you, senior?"

Sadling, who was standing a few meters away, leaned into Xiao Tan's ear and whispered: "Our hostel is really thick-skinned. He didn't say a word from his heart from beginning to end, and his expression was always so natural..."

The corner of Xiao Tan's mouth twitched: "Ha... you can tell that you are thick-skinned in this kind of scene? That's because you don't understand Brother Jue..."