Chapter 35 I forgive you
Yin Shi Moment.
The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the fields are quiet. You can still vaguely hear the suppressed cries coming from the bedroom next door. It is a good time to kill and bury the body.
The two disciples sat opposite each other, with the bamboo slips they just got today and the copied bamboo slips in their hands.
Liu Xiaoqiang is a thin boy. He is usually submissive, but now he is looking up and crying.
Ding Dazhuang is a big-boned man. Although he is only seventeen years old, his beard makes him look very mature.
Different from his rough appearance, he is also crying now.
Looking up, tears the size of peas kept dripping out, making the two people sit opposite each other, but they looked up at the top of their heads together.
After a long time, Ding Dazhuang knelt down in front of Liu Xiaoqiang and said solemnly: "Brother Qiang, I can't help you this time."
"It's good that you know." Liu Xiaoqiang said with tears.
"I shouldn't have copied the bamboo slips to you."
"It's fine if you know."
"But you have to believe that I never meant to harm you, I just wanted to talk to you Just share Mr. Fang Wai’s new work together.”
“I know, but I can’t forgive you anymore.”
“I’m sorry that I did such a thing to my brother. I am ashamed of you. Tomorrow, I will leave Wanfa Sect and spend the rest of my life to atone for my sins.”
"Go ahead, the shadow in my heart will take a lifetime to save."
Wanfa Sect's dormitory is shared by two people, but occasionally other people will come over to borrow books or ask questions.
At this time, there was another disciple standing at the door, looking at the two people in front of him doubtfully.
"What are you two doing?" Zhang Ting asked doubtfully, "By the way, Ding Dazhuang, I heard that you got a bamboo slip from Mr. Fang Wai today. Bring it to me to see."
"No." Ding Dazhuang shook his head and said, "I have already harmed a brother, I can't harm him anymore."
"Don't be so stingy. The worst I can do is to help you with your homework for two days. But in exchange, you have to sign in for me. I'm going to skip school for two days to play with my new work."
"Don't be like this." Liu Xiaoqiang lamented, "The new game doesn't take long, you can finish it in one night."
"That's it..."
Hearing this, Zhang Ting suddenly felt very depressed.
It’s too short and may not be fun enough.
Some people are particularly prone to being addicted to games, and Zhang Ting is one of them.
I feel uncomfortable if I don’t play games for one day, ants climb up trees if I don’t play for two days, twitch in place if I don’t play games for three days, and I feel too tired to lead the way if I don’t play games for four days.
Logically speaking, no one in the outer sect should be able to play the normal version of the Fangwai game now.
But Zhang Ting is not an ordinary person.
He is a man who can write such wonderful articles as "My Grandfather, the Sect Master".
Most of the disciples of Wanfa Sect have no status, let alone the sect leader. Even if the sect leader's grandfather comes over, he still has to spray when it's time to spray.
But as long as there are a few people who pay attention to their status, then Zhang Ting will receive a little preferential treatment.
There was a Foundation Establishment disciple in the inner sect who happened to want to curry favor with him, so he obtained a copy of "Right Path Survivor" through the inner sect, but he could only play it secretly, and could not lend it to others, nor let it be given to others. People copy.
However, no matter how fun the game is, after playing it for a long time, you still want to try something new.
Especially after he discovered that copying bamboo slips can actually copy game saves together, the once exciting trip to the underworld became an ordinary grind, allowing him to pass the level quickly.
Therefore, after knowing that there was a new work, he immediately came over to find two people who were familiar with him and prepared to have a good time.
Although he was dissatisfied with the short process of this game, he still stretched out his hand to Liu Xiaoqiang: "It doesn't matter, lend it to me. I will return it to you after copying it. If you are a brother, lend it to me."
"Brother Zhang, just because you and I are brothers, I can't lend it to you." "Okay, borrow it, borrow it, borrow it, at worst, I will help you with your homework for three more days, and I will return it to you later. ”
Taking the bamboo slips from Liu Xiaoqiang’s hand, Zhang Ting immediately copied them.
He didn't even want to go back to experience it, so he just put his thoughts into the bamboo slips here and couldn't wait to play.
Looking at Zhang Ting like this, Liu Xiaoqiang only had time to say "Hey", and then he could only sigh helplessly.
Good words can't persuade the damn ghost, that's all.
Zhang Ting, who sank into the bamboo slips, naturally saw the two lines of game prompts, but he didn't take them seriously.
Clearing the progress in the bamboo slips, he entered the game and soon saw the quiet background and the name of the game: "Mountain Travel".
"Mountain Travel...is it a mountain climbing game? Kill monsters all the way up?"
The first game had a great impact on people, and was influenced by "Sword Master" and "Righteous Survivor" Zhang Ting, who had passed the game, had the impression of the game in his mind that he was fighting monsters and upgrading, and he was completely unaware that he had stepped into the web woven by Lin Yuan.
He was still looking for a way to draw the sword, and then he heard a cold voice ringing in his ears: "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
Looking up, he saw A woman with an indifferent face stood in front of him, and then a translucent option box appeared in front of him.
"Option 1: Your escort. Option 2: Passing by by chance. Option 3: Silence. What do you mean?"
After looking at it carefully for a while, Zhang Ting made a casual choice and picked the third option, silence.
"Don't tell me, forget it, you don't look like a bad person. I want to go to the mountain, and you seem to be a somewhat capable person. Please come with me."
The girl's attitude made Zhang Ting a little unhappy.
After all, it’s a little too familiar to ask someone to accompany you as soon as you meet.
And the attitude is not good, a bad review among bad reviews.
However, after being dissatisfied, Zhang Ting became surprised again.
Did the other party speak?
Looking carefully, Zhang Ting found that the girl was obviously just an ordinary phantom, but she would make movements and expressions such as yawning and being impatient from time to time, making the girl in front of her very lively.
If the painting were better, Zhang Ting believed that the other party would be more attractive.
The new discovery made Zhang Ting regain his interest in the game and continued to play it.
The delicate writing is not sloppy, and a few lines establish the image of "Ye Qingyuan". The indifference and precaution when they first meet are just the other person's armor. After taking it off, you can see the softness and fragility inside.
Although he came here to kill monsters at first, after a quarter of an hour, Zhang Ting was completely immersed in the interaction with "Ye Qingyuan", and gradually improved his affection for "Ye Qingyuan".
It would be great if there was such a woman in reality.
The occasional physical contact made Zhang Ting feel itchy, and the girl who gradually became more cheerful became more and more attractive. Although he didn't get what he wanted, the combination of the text and the characters still made Zhang Ting feel the charm of the beautiful girl game, and he started to show strange giggles from time to time.
However, the happier he smiled, the harder the knife struck.
There were actually omens in the story, but Zhang Ting, who was immersed in the story, did not notice this.
Perhaps he had already discovered it, but he was obsessed with eating sweets and selectively ignored it. The end result was that he was stabbed in both sides by the knife, and he covered his chest and couldn't get up for a long time.
"I'm sorry, I made your trip in vain. I'm already dead, a hundred years ago. If I could have met you earlier...I'm sorry."
It's obviously Pu It was an ordinary sentence, but when "Ye Qingyuan" said it at this time, it was as if there were a million demon cultivators stabbing Zhang Ting crazily, making him cry with tears.
Looking at Zhang Ting's current appearance, Liu Xiaoqiang suddenly felt that he didn't feel so uncomfortable anymore.
Sure enough, the way to make yourself happy is to find someone who is unhappy.
Feeling that his mood had recovered a lot, he looked at the nervous Ding Dazhuang and said seriously: "I forgive you."
(End of this chapter)