There is Definitely Something Wrong with This Game

Chapter 75: Lingyunzhi

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"Withered vines, old trees, crows everywhere, small bridges, flowing water, and people's homes."

"The ancient road is windy and the horse is thin, the sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is far away."

... ... Don't get me wrong.

There is actually no point in reciting this poem.

It was only because he found himself standing in the empty mountains and wilderness after closing his eyes and opening them again that Gu Moli couldn't help but recite this poem.

"But looking at the background introduction this time, it should be a martial arts style script?"

“It’s beautiful!”

The martial arts style is good! Carrying an Uzka submachine gun, wearing a modern magic outfit, before the ammunition is used up, enter this martial arts style scenario, then it is not a matter of killing people and Buddhas, no matter how many world-class martial arts you have, I will shoot you and you will call me daddy.

It’s really a great opportunity to bully the weak ones!

"It's another multiplayer scenario this time, but not as many as last time."

The last time, there were six players in "The Golden Treasure of Naberis: The Second Part", but this time it is different. There are only three players joining the game.

But coincidentally, these three are acquaintances.

Current number of players: 3/3

Players have no faction distinction in their initial state

Players participating in the game: Fireworks are easy to cool, MIT, Beidouxingjun

It was really a flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple.

"According to the hatred level in the last script, I won't be besieged this time, right?"

"It's a ghost."

While complaining, Gu Moli looked around at the wilderness. There was no doubt that this place should be the Western Qinling Mountains mentioned in the background introduction. It was also the site of the great battle between the righteous Xiaoyao Sect and the evil Snake Worship Sect. However, judging from the scene of the battle, it seemed that they had already finished fighting.

At this moment, a string of system information suddenly popped up.

Player identity verification in progress... ..

You are a unknown wandering cultivator. One day, you happened to pass by the West Qinling Mountains, but accidentally ran into the battle between Xiaoyao Sect and the Snake Worship Sect. The leaders of both sides are elders of their own sects with profound martial arts skills. In the end, both sides were injured and scattered in different places.

After you found them,

Decided to save...

Xiaoyao Sect elder Li Changfeng/Snake Worship Sect elder Mo Xinling

The information on the system panel stopped here. In addition, a system map was also attached. One had to admit that the public beta and the internal beta were different. On the system map, Gu Moli could clearly see a long sword logo and a cobra logo.

The two signs were not far apart, and he was standing in the middle of them.

I see.

"This is the background arrangement of the system. It lets me decide whether to save the elder of Xiaoyao Sect or the elder of the Snake Worship Sect. This should determine whether I will join Xiaoyao Sect or the Snake Worship Sect in the end. After that, I should work hard to find an opportunity to become a disciple in these two sects..."

Gu Moli muttered as he looked at the map.

“I don’t know if the other two players encountered the same choice as me.”

"Forget it, just do your own thing first."

Nodding, Gu Moli put away the system panel, and then strode towards the direction of the elder of Xiaoyao Sect.

... ... ... ... ... ... ...

In a small wood in the western Qinling Mountains, following the bright red bloodstains, you can see a figure leaning weakly against a big tree, holding his chest and gasping for breath.

When I looked closer, I found that it was a middle-aged man with a handsome face, a firm expression, and a majestic look between his brows. This appearance alone was enough to make people feel good about him. However, this handsome middle-aged man was not in a very good condition now, and he was obviously fatally injured.

The wound was on the left chest, and the blood had dyed the white robe red. It was obvious that even the heart was pierced. If the middle-aged man had not been so skilled in martial arts and had not used his own internal energy to connect the broken blood circulation and temporarily maintain blood circulation, he would probably have become a heartless corpse by now.

The Immortal Sword Li Changfeng.

In the martial arts world, he is a well-known figure and the second in command of the Xiaoyao Sect's Hall of Elders. His inner strength has reached a level that is passed down from generation to generation and is incomparable to ordinary people. He also has the ability to maintain his youthful appearance. Although he is already sixty years old, he looks only about thirty years old.

"... ..Is it possible that I, Li Changfeng, will die here today?"

“Tsk!”

Li Changfeng sighed, but was powerless. All his internal strength was now being used to sustain his life. Even if it was just to delay his death, he was still struggling hard, not wanting to die like this. But if this happened, he would have no energy left to move around.

In other words: the more you walk, the faster you die.

unless... ..

"Elder Li, don't panic!"

"I, Gu, am here to lend you a helping hand!"

“… ..Ugh!”

The moment the voice came, Li Changfeng, who had a gloomy face, suddenly raised his head, his eyes shot out a dazzling light, and his expression revealed a look of extreme surprise.

"Which expert is willing to lend a hand to Li?"

"It's me!"

As the words came, the branches and leaves of the forest were pushed aside, and a dusty young man strode into the woods. He had a righteous look on his face, and was no more than twenty years old. It was obvious that he was a rookie who had just walked out of home and had no experience.

But what Li Changfeng wants now is this kind of young hero!

"Young man! Young man Gu!"

"You've come just in time, please save Li's life!"

"Hahaha!"

Gu Moli burst into laughter upon hearing this: "Don't panic, Elder Li. I was passing through the West Qinling Mountains when I learned that your sect is fighting demons and defending the Way. I was extremely happy and hurried here to lend you a hand. As the saying goes, timely rain in the martial arts world, and the righteous path calls for justice, this is exactly what I, Gu, am talking about..."

"Young man!"

Seeing that Gu Moli was about to brag without thinking, Li Changfeng interrupted him immediately. He looked pale and said weakly, "Saving people is like putting out a fire. Since you are willing to lend me a helping hand, do you have any magic medicine that can save my life?"

"ah?"

Hearing this, Gu Moli shook his head honestly: "No."

"... ... What?"

"I was born in a poor family, and I am just a wandering cultivator. How can I have any panacea? I do have some golden wound medicine here. Do you think I can use it, Elder Li?"

Li Changfeng: “… ”

Golden wound medicine

I have a cut on my chest, and the golden wound medicine is of no use!

“Ahem!”

Li Changfeng took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and continued to speak while circulating his internal energy: "Since Young Master Gu has stepped forward, he must have a plan in mind. Even if there is no magic medicine, there must be a way to relieve Li's injuries. Please act quickly, Li can't hold on any longer..."

“Huh?”

Gu Moli was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head, with an honest smile on his face: "Elder Li, you misunderstood."

"...Hmm? Misunderstanding?"

"yes."

"I can tell from your injuries that you are doomed to fail. I mean, if you have any last wishes, or any extremely important treasures or unparalleled magical skills, please give them to me immediately. I swear that I will help you return all those treasures and last words to Xiaoyao Sect!"

Li Changfeng: “???”

Looking at Gu Moli who had an honest face, Li Changfeng opened his mouth wide, and felt a stream of blood rushing up from his chest to his heart.

Fortunately, he has profound skills.

Otherwise, he would probably die of anger on the spot.

"Puff!" (sound of spitting blood)