Of course, Tang Tang and Zhang Shang did not stay in the secondary military region for long. After chatting with his brother Tang Sheng about some game-related things, Tang Tang said goodbye to everyone.
Just before leaving, Tang Tang, at everyone's request, left behind one or two simple recipes for seafood and meat. If everyone is interested, they can try to make them.
In the following days, everything returned to normal and peace returned.
Tang Tang and Zhang Shang seem to be busier than when the game was first launched. With the increase in players and the emergence of new gameplay methods, Tang Tang has to make a balance analysis based on the game data and fix game bugs that appear during this period, etc., while Zhang Shang is mainly responsible for answering various questions from players. They are so busy that they can't even leave Star Network for the whole day, let alone go out for meals, lunch breaks, etc.
Fortunately, both of them have relatively high levels of mental strength, so staying in the Star Network for a long time does not have much impact. In addition, the game data that is doubling day by day and has a bright future makes the two of them very excited, which also stimulates the work enthusiasm of Tang Tang and Zhang Shang, and they do not feel tired after working all day.
In order not to affect his efficiency, Tang Tang even got up when he was really hungry, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, drank a bottle of unpalatable nutritional supplement to fill the stomach temporarily, and then rolled back to the star network.
It wasn't until the bonus pool was temporarily closed and the "Guild Token" copies of each sect were launched that players' attention was focused on conquering the copies and striving to be among the top three to obtain the "Guild Token". Only then did Tang Tang and Zhang Shang have some free time.
This also means that the game "Xianxia Qiyuan" has passed the initial novice stage and is gradually getting on the right track.
Just a few days after the Guild Token dungeon went online, something strange yet comforting happened in the home of a famous folklorist and war scientist in a secondary military district.
Before retiring, Wen Changping was a captain of a fairly high rank. Although he was not very strong, he was quite popular among the younger generation of soldiers. Because of his outstanding command experience, he was admired and called a "war scientist."
But later, Wen Changping, who was originally living well in the Federation Center, for some reason left the Federation Center, which was difficult for many people to reach, and settled in the secondary star area. He also became a scholar who was keen on studying folk culture.
Wen Changping himself was quite satisfied with this. After leaving the stressful federal center, his mood became calmer. He occasionally studied the folk history and culture that had been ignored and forgotten. His life was pretty good. The only thing that gave Wen Changping a headache was his incompetent grandson.
Because his son and daughter-in-law are in other military regions, the young grandson Wen Xiaole lives with his grandfather.
Originally, Wen Xiaole admired his grandfather very much, but since moving out of the Federal Center, Wen Xiaole and Wen Changping have had conflicts. He felt that it was because of his grandfather's move out of the Federal Center that he was looked down upon by his acquaintances. As a result, Wen Xiaole was not willing to talk to Wen Changping properly after moving out of the Federal Center.
This gave Wen Changping a headache. His grandson was not his soldier. He was reluctant to beat him, and he was disobedient even when he was scolded.
It can even be said that since moving to the secondary star zone a few months ago, neither Grandpa Sun nor Wen Changping has said a kind word to each other. Wen Xiaole is even reluctant to pay attention to Wen Changping, and even his schoolwork has declined a lot.
Until a few days ago, Wen Changping discovered for the first time that Wen Xiaole had changed his personality. Not only did he start to read the books he was reluctant to read, such as "Offensive and Defensive Strategy" and "Battlefield Command", he even took the initiative to come to him and ask about the habits of certain strange beasts and how to attack effectively.
Wen Changping was very surprised and thought that his grandson had finally come to his senses. However, he later discovered that his grandson was flipping through those books not because the school required him to do so, but because he wanted to complete a dungeon in a game called "Xianxia Qiyuan".
"The monsters in this dungeon are so hard to beat. My friends and I, who were trying to form a guild together, have been playing for almost three days now, and we still haven't been able to clear this dungeon! Forget about pushing to the big monsters! We only managed to get to a third of them before we were wiped out by the smaller monsters. It's so difficult, so I'm trying to figure out if there's something wrong with our playing style..."
Wen Xiaole said this angrily, and it was obvious that he was tortured badly by the monsters in the dungeon.
But no matter how angry they were, Wen Xiaole and his friends who met in the game did not give up. Instead, they focused on how to beat this dungeon. Because the monsters in this dungeon were modeled after some kind of exotic beast, Wen Xiaole thought that his grandfather, a war scientist, should know some key points, so he ran out to ask.
At first, Wen Changping was confused by the questions. It took him a while to understand what his grandson meant. He then told him the weaknesses of the strange beast based on his own experience.
But because he was so curious, he had also heard of "Xianxia Qiyuan". Recently, everyone on the Star Network seemed to be discussing this game. Wen Changping originally had no interest in games, but he didn't expect that this game would have content like actual combat with exotic beasts. He couldn't help but ask curiously:
"Xiao Le, can Grandpa play this game? Grandpa can go in and play with you, okay? Maybe if I go with you, I can understand why you can't beat me."
"Grandpa is coming too?"
Hearing this, Wen Xiaole couldn't help but feel a little conflicted. It always felt weird, but there were no restrictions on the conditions for players to play the game in "Xianxia Qiyuan". Even a very weak Omega could play the game well.
Recently, many Alpha and Beta players have purchased equipment from the Omega players of Emei Sect, saying that the equipment they make is not only good-looking and beautiful, but also has improved attribute data in the later stage. It is better than the weird armors of the two big guys, Kunlun Niuren and Wudang Xingkong.
If you think about it this way, it seems like someone like his grandfather can also come in and play games? Moreover, seeing his grandfather's curious and expectant eyes, Wen Xiaole couldn't bear to refuse for a moment. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded and said:
"Okay, Grandpa, come in and play. I'll help you buy the game and create an account. But after that, you can choose your sect and appearance yourself after entering the game. I can't help you choose. After you choose, I'll give you coordinates. Grandpa, just follow the coordinates and you can come here."
"Oh, by the way, the martial arts school I play is Shaolin, Grandpa, remember to choose Shaolin later!"
After saying that, Wen Xiaole picked up Wen Changping's laptop, bought the game "Xianxia Qiyuan" for his grandfather, created an account, and taught him how to operate it.
Wen Changping is considered a veteran at his age. Although his mental strength is not low, his reaction is not as fast as that of young people. After entering the star network and struggling for a while, he finally entered the "sect selection interface" as his grandson said.
Originally, he wanted to follow his grandson's advice and directly choose the "Shaolin" sect to enter the game, but after seeing the words "Sect Impression" listed next to "Shaolin Sect", out of the instinct of a folk culture researcher, Wen Changping couldn't help but become curious, so he didn't rush to choose a sect, but clicked on "Sect Impression" to take a look.
The impression of this sect was presented in the form of a holographic CG game. The next moment, Wen Changping found himself standing on a battlefield where people were living in dire straits and there was war and slaughter everywhere.
In front of him, there was a group of bare-headed Shaolin disciples who bravely fought against the enemy and protected civilians. They were young, brave, and caring about the world, just like a group of young Fighting Buddhas. When the world was pacified, the reputation of Shaolin martial arts also shook the world.
"When the war subsided, we really thought that everything was over and everyone would be able to live in peace and happiness. But is that really the case...?"
At this moment, an old voice came from the ear, and what appeared in front of him was an old monk who was nearly a hundred years old, with wrinkles all over his face, and even needed the help of a cane to walk. From the two red moles on his forehead, it was not difficult to recognize that this old monk was one of the group of young monks before, and he was the monk who performed very outstandingly and was very powerful.
The old monk just sat there quietly leaning on his cane, staring intently at the most glorious moment of his youth.
"The war is over, everyone is alive, the enemy is gone, and the prosperous era we've been waiting for will finally arrive, right? That's what everyone in Shaolin thought back then."
The old monk said this.
However, the war was over and the enemy was gone, but what was gained was not a peaceful and prosperous world, but a more terrifying world of power struggle. The number of deaths was even greater than the number of sacrifices on the battlefield. Despair descended silently on this land, but this disaster was a disaster that their Shaolin could not save them from.
And in the next moment, the scene in front of him changed again. The young monk with two red moles on his forehead had turned into a middle-aged monk, but he accidentally broke his leg while going out. The person who found him, brought him out and saved him was none other than the enemy left behind by the enemy army.
"At first, I was very cautious. I thought that as soon as my legs recovered, I would kill him. He was my enemy, and I didn't want the suffering of the past to happen again!"
"At first, I really thought so, but then I realized that although he was my enemy, he was also a human being! A person just like me! Because of famine and poverty, in order to survive for himself and his family, he had no choice but to take up arms to fight for his and his family's living space. He just wanted to live. And didn't we also kill his comrades? Those people also have innocent family members. Who dares to say that we are completely innocent?"
"At that time, I was confused." The old monk said leisurely.
"Because I suddenly realized that this isn't as simple as who's at fault. No matter who the enemy is, in essence, they're the same as us. They all have friends, families, and reasons to survive. If only this world were full of happiness and contentment, free of suffering..."
Then, the scene in front of him changed again. As the middle-aged monk grew older, he saw a lot of suffering. There were people who were stubborn and refused to change, people who were trapped in poverty but still optimistic, and people who were standing on the shore of the lost road and needed someone to help them.
When he was nearly a hundred years old and set foot on this land again, war broke out again. But this time, they were the first to send troops and were enemies of the innocent civilians on the opposite side.
But this time, the old monk, who was no longer young, did not carry any weapons. He just leaned on a cane and buried the dead one after another, whether they were enemies or friends.
An ant accidentally crawled onto the old monk's body along the loess, but the old monk did not take any action. He just raised his hand slightly and let the tiny creature return to the earth through his fingertips.
The final sentence that appeared on the game CG screen was:
"All living things are equal, every blade of grass and every tree is a living being. Can we ever wait for the day when the world is at peace and free of suffering?"
As he watched, Wen Changping felt his eyes become moist at some point. These scenes reminded him of the last major battle he participated in when he was young. A comrade who was more outstanding and talented than him fell in that battle. In the last moment of his life, he, who was stronger than anyone else, held his hand tightly and cried to him.
He said he didn't want to die, he wanted to live.
Old Wen, I don’t want you to help me see the peaceful world of the future. I want to see it myself, with my own eyes - the peaceful world of the future.
Wen Xiaole waited at the coordinate point for a long time before his grandfather came out after choosing a sect.
However, when he saw his grandfather appear at the agreed coordinates, Wen Xiaole was shocked. Not only because his grandfather, whose age he had always been very concerned about, suddenly looked like an old monk, but also because Wen Xiaole was surprised to see that his grandfather's eyes had somehow become red!
As he walked over, his eyes were red as he cursed, "Fuck! Who is the designer of this game? It's really well made! But it's really mean to always cheat on the old man's tears. Don't you know that crying too much will hurt his eyes?!"
Wen Xiaole: “???”
Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Are you praising the game designer, or scolding him? Oh, no, it's just choosing a sect, why are you crying all of a sudden?! Did he miss something?
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