Chapter 31 The knife feels so good
The Hehuan Sect disciple was so shaken that he was dizzy, but Ye Qingyuan didn’t notice at all that the other party was about to be shaken to pieces by him, and still shouted excitedly: “Hehuan Sect We're saved!"
After coming back to his senses, this disciple immediately gestured to the disciple who came after hearing the news. The other disciple nodded knowingly, and several people rushed forward, holding down Ye Qingyuan and dragging him down. Go down.
Pressing down the struggling Ye Qingyuan, a disciple said dissatisfiedly: "What help is there! All potential dharma is a dream, you are trapped!"
"I am not trapped. Xiang, I’m not crazy, I’m really saved!”
"You're not repentant, are you! Find some mud to smear her face and see if she's still crazy!"
Finding that it didn't make sense, Ye Qingyuan also got angry.
The rainbow-like magic weapon was thrown out and turned into thousands of silks in the air, wrapping the other disciples.
Seeing Ye Qingyuan like this, the other disciples shouted: "You still say that you are not crazy, and you are starting to attack your fellow disciples!"
"You don't want to listen to me!" Right! ”
The high-octane farce lasted for half an hour, until the eldest sister of the sect was sobered up by someone pouring cold water on her, and then everyone was persuaded to stop.
Let everyone who was covered with wounds sit down. The senior sister burped and asked about the whole story, then nodded and said: "Okay, I understand. Ye Qingyuan."
" Senior sister, I'm here." Ye Qingyuan looked at senior sister excitedly, preparing to make the other party happy too.
“I don’t care what you dream about, but it’s your fault for getting everyone involved in your gameplay. I apologize to everyone, and from now on just enjoy this kind of gameplay by yourself when no one is around.”
“Eh?”
"Actually, I have played this type before." The senior sister lay on the wine jar, her long hair covering her eyes sliding to the side along the wine jar, vaguely retaining the charm of the past.
But now, he is just a bad drunkard who likes to drink.
“Thinking back to those days, I often imagined that the Hehuan Sect would be saved, the trend of righteousness would be reversed, everyone’s spiritual practice would make rapid progress, and I would find a good husband who is well-matched to me. In the imaginary world, I have three children, each one cuter than the other."
Thinking of this, the senior sister covered her face to block her tears and cried: "But fantasy is just fantasy after all, and the reality after waking up. It will look even more miserable. So, promise me not to play this way again.”
“No, senior sister, I’m serious.”
"Okay, okay, I understand you. Sometimes if you are too involved in playing, you will really not be able to distinguish between reality and fantasy. Be good, go to bed, otherwise it will be very embarrassing when you wake up."
长With a long sigh, Ye Qingyuan handed the bamboo slips to the senior sister and said seriously: "Just think that you were deceived by me. Just give it a try."
The senior sister also sighed, and then took the Pick up the bamboo slips and sink your thoughts into it.
A quarter of an hour later, the senior sister put down the bamboo slips and burst into tears.
Taught Ye Qingyuan, she cried and said: "Qingyuan, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."
"Senior sister, it's okay, just trust me."
"Qingyuan~"
"Senior sister!"
Looking at the crying and hugging people The two of them and the other disciples began to look at each other.
Is hysteria contagious?
But at the same time, with a glimmer of hope, they copied and distributed the bamboo slips and began to read them.
Although I don’t believe that a small bamboo slip can save the Hehuan Sect, they are already miserable enough now, and it will not become worse no matter what.
Then, they completely broke through their defenses.
Lin Yuan only created a story line for the character Ye Qingyuan, but the graceful text made the character very three-dimensional, and combined with the moving illusion, the image of "Ye Qingyuan" was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
The emotionless girl and the taciturn boy met by chance in a deserted area. The two walked towards a deep mountain together, and many interesting stories happened.
Although he was a bit silent at first, after getting familiar with him, the boy became more cheerful, and the empty heart of the girl was filled with the boy's smile.
Inexplicable emotions arose between the two of them. The sweet and shy interactions caused the disciples playing the game to twist into a ball from time to time and make screams of unknown meaning.
But as the game progressed, something was wrong with the atmosphere. Inexplicable flashbacks began to appear in the girl's mind, and at the same time, the girl realized that she didn't seem to know why she was heading towards the mountains.
She doesn't even know who she was, and her instincts are leading her to avoid that truth.
Even though she knew that the truth would definitely come, she was still greedy for the warmth the boy gave him and was unwilling to recall the pain of the past.
The young man who had become cheerful before also became silent again. His expression of hesitation to speak made the disciples vaguely aware of something, but they continued to advance the plot with a glimmer of hope.
The guy who wrote the story is definitely a genius. He has an extremely good grasp of despair and hope, and has perfect control over his emotions.
Hope and despair appear alternately in the story. When the disciples feel that they are dead, the story will take a slight turn. And when hope seems just a little bit closer to coming, greater despair will come roaring back.
Their emotions were played on the author's applause, becoming prisoners of the author's words and stories, sinking deeper and deeper into this sweet quagmire.
Unknowingly, they have fallen into the quagmire of the story and cannot escape no matter what.
Finally, the expected knife came towards me.
Even if they knew that this knife was the inevitable outcome, they were still bleeding from the knife and couldn't even cry.
Putting down the bamboo slips, the expressions of the disciples were all blank.
They wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
The expected knife was really too hard and painful. Even when they breathed, they could feel the biting cold wind blowing through the wounds on their chests, making them almost suffocate in pain.
They looked at Ye Qingyuan in silence, their hearts completely captured by "Ye Qingyuan", and it seemed that they could no longer feel any joy or sorrow.
Finally, a senior sister burst into tears: "Qingyuan, you died so miserably."
"Yes, I really died miserably." Ye Qingyuan also cried. said.
"Who would have thought that you have been dead for hundreds of years. The male protagonist is just a monk who sends your soul home. He can't save you no matter what. But thinking about it this way, the male protagonist is even worse. , after all, I knew you were dead when we met, but I still fell in love with it. This story is so painful, but it’s still so cool!”
"That's right... huh? Wait."
Other disciples also looked at the disciple who was speaking doubtfully, and then said doubtfully: "Strange, the story I saw is not like this. Ye Qingyuan He is obviously a living sacrifice who voluntarily was swallowed by the sacred mountain, but he just forgot his identity. The whole story actually discusses the interest relationship between individuals and groups."
"My plot is different. , Ye Qingyuan is the mountain god."
"Eh?"
"Eh?"
After summarizing it together, they were surprised to find that the stories in the bamboo slips had multiple different endings.
In different endings, Ye Qingyuan's identity is also completely different. Sometimes he is an undead, sometimes he is a living sacrifice of the sacred mountain, and sometimes he is directly the mountain god.
It seems chaotic, but I don’t know why, but it always feels like there is some connection among them.
After summarizing for a while, they discovered that there are different choices in the game, and different choices lead to different endings.
Every time you pass an ending, in the opening scene of the game, an inconspicuous little flower will have an extra petal. I don’t know if there is any deep meaning in it.
"Every time you pass an ending, a petal will be born. So if we collect all the endings, will there be a different result?"
"You mean, go through all the stories. Once again? Please spare me.”
Although he said this, this disciple was already eager to give it a try.
After all, this bamboo slip contains a special knife for the game.
But it's really cool.
It hurts and feels good.
The whole new world just unfolded, making them unable to stop experiencing tragedies one after another.
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(End of this chapter)