Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97 Underworld Frontline passed Ye Hai and walked down the path for about half an hour before they reached the entrance to Chang Lin Town.
Along the way, Feng Bujue had been analyzing the scenario and discussing how to deal with it with his teammates.
In terms of NPC power … based on the power of the blue-robed elder, the martial artists in this scenario were undoubtedly quite strong. If the players were to compete with them in kung fu, they would not survive even if they had several lives. However, the players had their own advantages. Things like skills and equipment were considered supernatural in this world. Even for experts like Ye Cheng or Xie San, if they were shot by a gun when they were caught off guard, they would definitely die.
However, Feng Bujue believed that under normal circumstances, it was best to avoid conflict with the NPCs and not expose the only advantage that they had as players. Since this was a scenario generated in sleeping mode, the process might take a long time. This meant that the players might have to stay in this scenario for a long time.
Without a doubt, the key to the plot was the 'duel', and the scenario would not end before the duel happened. Bai Dian had mentioned 'the duel in three days', and this message appeared in the introductory cinematic. It was an obvious hint. The players who took note of this sentence would naturally have their own thoughts.
In another two to three hours, the sun would rise, and the 'first day' would officially begin. The day of the duel would be the third day. Assuming Ye Cheng and Xie San planned to find a place to enjoy the moon at 7 pm on the third day, then there would be sixty-five hours until the duel.
At night, Feng Bujue exited from the non-sleeping mode and went to sleep inside the gaming hub. The log-in time was set at 12: 10 am. The preparation time before entering the scenario was negligible. In real life, it would only take about two minutes.
Based on the situation of the scenario, if they wanted to clear the scenario, it would end at around 7 am. If there were no accidents, they would only be able to play this one scenario for the rest of the night.
"So … it is decided. I am the owner of Broken Sword Chahitsu, and you are all my guests." Feng Bujue walked to the entrance of the village and confirmed with the rest. "Try not to get into conflict with others. Even if you do, do not take out your gun unless it is absolutely necessary. Modern weapons are our trump card. As long as we use it once and it is seen by others, the next time we use it, it will be hard for the other party to rush at us. "
When he said that, a dilapidated wall made of bricks and wooden stacks appeared before the five. The entrance to the village looked simple. It was built against a mountain, and there were three words carved on it — Chang Lin Town.
The three words were written Lin Feng Bujue Editor: Lucas Bujue's Book Chahh. of the characters were Bujue's Book. As long as one was a martial artist, they would be able to tell at a glance that these characters were not chiseled on with a chisel, nor were they engraved with a weapon. Instead, these characters were written in one go by using one's finger as a brush and releasing one's true energy.
These three words were tall and strong in shape, and they carried a majestic, simple, and forceful meaning. The martial arts of the senior who wrote these words were unimaginably high. Even the two peerless swordsmen who were going to duel this time were far from being a match for this person.
Of course, these words had been written when Chang Lin Town was first built. The elder was no longer with this world, but his magnificent feat was left behind for future generations to admire.
"Oh, we're here, right?" With the help of the moonlight, Xiao Tan looked at the name of the town carved into the wall. "This is so strange. Didn't the introduction say that this is just a small village? But the name of the town is carved so conspicuously."
"Do you think only illegal armed groups like Huaguo Mountain and Curtain Cave can carve the name of a place on a mountain?" Feng Bujue joked.
Atobe-sama then chimed in. "Even though I don't know much about these things … these words don't look like they were carved, right? Could it have been carved by an expert's sword? "
"Eh! That's possible. " Xiao Tan immediately said. "Perhaps someone who came to watch the duel purposely showed this at the entrance to intimidate every martial artist who entered the village."
"That can't be right," Passing Rain denied calmly. She was still a woman of few words.
Xiao Tan and Atobe both turned to look at her, but she had no intention of explaining. She turned around and used the back of her hand to touch Feng Bujue's shoulder.
"What's wrong? Do you have a social disorder? "Feng Bujue looked at Passing Rain.
Passing Rain used her cold gaze to stare at Feng Bujue. There was no emotion on her face, but this gave off an invisible pressure. "No."
Laughing Soul, who was standing to the side, seemed to have seen something because she suddenly laughed out loud.
"Fine, let me explain." Feng Bujue shrugged and turned to Xiao Tan's group. "The words on the wall are obviously not from this era. Look closely at the moss and the cracks on the rocks. You can see that the words have been carved here for quite some time. With regards to the purpose of the carver from one hundred years ago … perhaps that person was the one who gave this place its name. " He paused like he was reminded of something. "Hmm … interesting. Perhaps … it is not because of this duel that Chang Lin Town has become so special. Instead, it is because of the town's hidden secret that this duel is happening. "
"Hey, hey, there's someone over there. He seems to have noticed us," Laughing Soul suddenly said and used her finger to point at the entrance of the village.
The group turned to look, and about thirty meters away from them, they saw a figure sitting on the ground.
Feng Bujue was the first to rush forward. After all, he was a good talker and had fast reflexes. He was the most efficient person to deal with the NPC.
After crossing the old barrier, the five officially entered Chang Lin Town, and the system announcement came.
"Current quest changed. Main quest updated."
In the menu, there was a tick next to 'Enter Chang Lin Town'.
The new quest also showed up. "Investigate the truth behind the duel."
When he saw the content of the new quest, Feng Bujue cursed. "F * ck!"
For him, this quest was much more troublesome than 'go to the ruined temple to investigate the truth behind the evil spirit' because the so-called 'truth behind the duel' could be anything. Perhaps it was related to the court, perhaps it was related to the haunted village, perhaps Ye Cheng was an alien, or perhaps Xie San and Ye Cheng were gay friends …
Everyone knew that there was some kind of conspiracy behind the plot, but the content of the main quest suddenly changed from a very specific action to something without any direction. Didn't this mean that the players were completely free to play?
While he was thinking, Feng Bujue walked to the figure sitting on the ground. At this distance, he could get a better look.
It was an old beggar, about the same age as Ye Hai. His face was covered in dust, and his clothes were tattered. He held a meat bone in one hand and a wine gourd in the other. As he ate and drank, he raised his eyes to observe Feng Bujue's group. When Brother Jue got close, he opened his lips to say, "These few days, there have been quite a lot of people on the path, but I, this old beggar, know all of them." He licked his lips and swallowed a mouthful of meat. "Today is so strange, there are a few new faces. Haha … That old Ye Hai, why would he allow a bunch of kids to sneak in? "
"I am his illegitimate son," Feng Bujue replied seriously.
"Pfft!" The old beggar almost choked on the wine. He coughed until tears came out of his eyes. When he caught his breath, he widened his eyes and asked, "What did you say?"
"Haha … I was just joking with senior." Feng Bujue cupped his hands. "This junior is the head of Broken Sword Chahitsu, Feng Bujue. These are my friends. They are usually guests in the chahitsu …"
"Never heard of them." The old beggar waved his hand and interrupted him. "I see that you are quite polite. Let me give you a piece of advice. Hurry up and go back. Don't get involved in this mess."
Of course, Feng Bujue would not leave. With a smile on his face, he asked politely, "May I know senior's name?"
"Oh?" The old beggar looked confused. "You don't know who I am?" As he spoke, he waved the hand holding the gourd in front of Feng Bujue. It was a red gourd, and the old beggar's right hand had a broken little finger.
Feng Bujue: Hong Qigong? Impossible … Hong Qigong had a big gourd, and it was his index finger that was broken …
"Er … My eyes have failed me. Senior, you are an elder, an expert beyond this world. Please forgive me …" Feng Bujue was once again interrupted.
"Hahahaha …" The old beggar laughed. "Kid, you really don't know me! Hahahaha! "
This old man was obviously not Hong Qigong, but he was the head of the Beggar Sect. He was called the Beggar King, and his name was Meng Jiu. Seven years ago, Meng Jiu was defeated by Xie San, and one of his fingers was broken. This matter was known to all. There were even some charlatans who claimed that Meng Jiu was fated to meet his fate. The most ridiculous thing was that this claim was widely spread and accepted by the masses. It was as if people didn't use their brains to think … According to this logic, Xie San should have had seven fingers cut off.
Meng Jiu was the head of the biggest sect in the world. His name was easy to remember, and the finger incident happened. It was hard to find anyone in the world who didn't know him. It was said that there were many old beggars who chopped off their own fingers and pretended to be him to eat and drink. It was clear that he was famous.
"If you are not pretending to be stupid, then …" Meng Jiu suddenly stopped laughing. He grabbed Feng Bujue's wrist and pressed his pulse. The old beggar's originally turbid eyes also flashed with a sharp light, "Hmph … You don't have any inner strength at all, so how can you pass Ye Hai's test? Tell me … how did you get here? Did you find some hidden path? "
Before he finished speaking, a cold sword tip was already placed on Meng Jiu's neck.
It turned out that the moment Meng Jiu made his move, Passing Rain, who was standing closest to the two, immediately reacted. She thought that Feng Bujue had triggered some flag and was attacked. She immediately took out the "Holy Seal" and stepped forward. In the blink of an eye, the cold light arrived.
"Let go." Her words were concise and comprehensive, but they were powerful and resonating.
Meng Jiu looked indifferent on the surface, but he was very surprised. He didn't expect the opponent to have such a move. If he had been prepared, he wouldn't have been held by the sword.
Meng Jiu thought, "This girl is so young, but her movements are so fast. She might even be better than the Falling Plum Sword, Lu Qingning, who is famous for her Lightness Skill. But … this group of people doesn't look like they have internal energy. Their breathing is no different from ordinary people. Even the lowest disciple in the Beggar Clan who has practiced Taizu's Long Fist for a few years shouldn't be like this … "
Of course, he didn't know and didn't understand … as a "player", Passing Rain didn't need to master any internal energy or Lightness Skill. She could reach this speed just by relying on her body. So it didn't matter how old she was or whether she had internal energy.
Feng Bujue caught something from Meng Jiu's expression. He already knew, "Senior." He was still smiling, and his face was kind, "If you have something to say, let me go first." He said, and gave Passing Rain a look. The latter hesitated for two seconds, and then moved the sword away.
"Hmm … this is interesting." The way Meng Jiu looked at Feng Bujue had already changed. Feng Bujue's smile, in the eyes of the Beggar King, became a smile that hid a knife. "It seems that this old beggar misunderstood …" Meng Jiu let go of Feng Bujue's hand. He seemed to inadvertently sit up, and then said, "It's not that you don't have internal energy, it's just that you hid it well."
Feng Bujue was very talented in observing and remembering things. All of the other's subtle movements couldn't escape his eyes. "Well said, well said … Senior, although I don't know you, but …" He said, and consciously looked down.
At that moment, Meng Jiu had changed from his original sitting posture to a cross-legged posture. Feng Bujue purposely used his gaze to point out the truth and said, "I have heard that in the martial arts of the Beggar Clan, the Lower Body Kung Fu is based on the strengths of the various clans. He looked at Meng Jiu's face, "Senior, you call yourself an 'old beggar', and your tone is not ashamed, but proud. Plus, your hair is elegant, and your clothes are free and easy … In my humble opinion, even if you are not the leader of the Beggar Clan, you are still an elder."
Although Meng Jiu didn't completely understand Feng Bujue's words, he still looked at his Brother Jue with an expression that said, "Although I don't understand, I think it's awesome." He slowly put down the wine and meat in his hand, and saluted the young man in front of him, "This … Master. I am the Beggar King Meng Jiu, the current leader of the Beggar Clan. "
"Oh! I've heard so much about you! Sorry for the disrespect! "Feng Bujue replied shamelessly. Even an idiot would know that he had never heard of this name before, or else he would have recognized him long ago. How was he disrespectful?
Meng Jiu couldn't get angry. Just now, he had indeed underestimated the other party and offended him first. Moreover, every word Feng Bujue said, at least on the surface, sounded polite. At most, it was mockery, but there were no vulgarities.
At this moment, Meng Jiu had already regarded the other as a powerful character. He mainly based on two points: First, since the boy in front of him could see that he was preparing to use his martial arts to fight the enemy from his small movement of changing his sitting posture, then he must know martial arts, and must be a master of superior martial arts.
Second, although the female swordsman's skills could only be considered as first-class, at her age, to have this kind of martial arts … if she was not a master of the innate level, then she must have practiced a profound heart sutra. However, she had to listen to the orders of the leader. This proved that this man by the name of Feng Bujue was at least a top expert, or perhaps he was her husband.
"I've misspoken earlier," Meng Jiu said.
This time, it was Feng Bujue who interrupted him. "Hey, what are you talking about?" He waved his hand and said, "It's my fault for being ignorant. How can I blame you?"
Laughing Soul, who was standing several meters away, leaned close to Xiao Tan and whispered into his ear, "Our Master sure is thick-skinned. He didn't say a single word from beginning to end, and his expression was so natural …"
Xiao Tan's lips twitched. "Hah … You can see how thick-skinned he is from this kind of situation? That's because you don't know Brother Jue well enough … " If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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