One Sword to Heaven

Chapter 51
Wang Yan almost forgot that there was another person in the field. He and Xia He followed the sound almost at the same time, and saw a graceful woman in a purple gauze dress, like a purple flower just blooming. Jasmine stood quietly in the autumn wind, with the ribbon fluttering around her waist, this woman seemed to be dancing with the wind.

This woman is naturally the lady Yingyu, who was kidnapped by Wei Xiaofeng from the Chunxiao Tower. Although she and Wang Yan are separated by more than ten meters, and the hair ornament was untied by Wei Xiaofeng, she just casually let it go. Shoulder, but even so, the amorous feelings revealed by this woman's words are enough to make people's hearts sway, no wonder Wei Xiaofeng is so obsessed with it, and took the risk of taking her away.

However, Wang Yan, who had already seen Miss Fourth's celestial appearance, didn't feel much. What was in his eyes was more appreciation for beauty and style.

As for Xia He, this guy not only didn't have the slightest feeling for Ying Yu's amorous feelings, but also added a bit of disgust in his indifferent eyes, slowly raised the knife in his hand, and shouted: "You who entertain people with beauty and body, dare you!" Mess with me?!"

Before he finished speaking, Xia He slashed at Miss Ying Yu with a single point of his foot. This girl never expected that Xia He would throw a knife violently, and her face paled immediately. Closing eyes, a line of clear tears fell from the corners of the eyes, while the body trembled slightly, and whispered softly in the mouth: "I was pity for people, but I strayed into Yinghua's place. I wanted to wrap my clothes to resist the wind and dust, and I only lamented the suffering of the world."

I don't know whether Ying Yu is chanting words or songs, but the appearance of her under the sword can't help but make people feel a little bit of pity.

Hearing a 'ding' sound, Xia He's long knife was blocked by the sword in Wang Yan's hand when he was cutting off Dou Tou. Xia He turned his head and looked at Wang Yan with a slight frown and said: "Brother Wang, what do you mean? This woman is nothing but an illusory existence, and keeping her today will only add to the trouble between you and me."

Xia He was extremely determined, but Wang Yan didn't back down this time, he just said indifferently: "If brother Xia thinks that the people and things in this world are illusory, why waste time here? If you don't have any idea about this world in your heart Bondage and sustenance, why are you so obsessed with life and death?"

Xia He's eyes flickered slightly, and the long knife in his hand was slowly retracted. Seeing this, Wang Yan turned his head to look at Ying Yu and said, "I have three questions. If you satisfy me, I can let you leave this place but you can't go back to Tianmaji; If you don't satisfy me, even if brother Xia doesn't kill you, the long sword in my hand will take your life."

Between life and death, fate turned around, Ying Yu stopped the tears, gave a little blessing to Wang Yan, and said, "Excuse me, my lord."

"Do you have a past?"

Wang Yan seemed to be asking Ying Yu, but he was also asking himself. Unfortunately, his answer was very clear, no!He has no past, his past is only one sentence, the so-called parents mentioned in the words and the time before the age of 12 are all blank in his mind, so Wang Yan really wants to find out whether other NPCs are also like this. Opportunity, but today the opportunity came.

Ying Yu nodded, and then began to talk about her past. Since she was born in a small mountain village, she was abandoned because she was a girl. Later, she was rescued by kind people. she survived
With Ying Yu's eloquence, her past unfolded like a picture scroll. In the picture, there were only rough roads and Ying Yu's helpless lament. Wang Yan fell silent. It was obvious that Ying Yu was different from him. Yes, Ying Yu has a complete past, and the narration is also very graphic. At least Ying Yu's past is stored in his mind like a picture, but he has nothing.

After a long time, Ying Yu finished talking about her past, and Wang Yan said again: "Just now you closed your eyes and waited to die. Apart from the lyrics and music you sang, what other things were in your mind?"

"I thought about it."

"Thinking about what?"

"Thinking about the past, I lament my own misery; thinking about the future, I look forward to a better future, but it's a pity that my soul dies in an instant, and everything is gone. I only complain about 'there are too many ruthless people in the world'."

Speaking of this, Ying Yu raised his head to look at Xia He, with an indescribable resentment in his eyes, Xia He met his eyes, and couldn't help but dodge his eyes, but then he tightly grasped the handle of the knife, as if there was a battle between heaven and man in his heart.

Wang Yan nodded, and finally asked: "If you are allowed to leave today, what do you want to do in the future?"

Ying Yu seemed to have a plan for the future, and said without even thinking about it: "Ying Yu often heard that the Holy Sect of the White Lotus saved the world from fire and water, and now a white lotus master came from Lianyue City to the west, and Ying Yu wanted to go see it." , I only wish to be rescued by that great master Bailian, from now on I can get rid of the wind and dust, learn some martial arts, and have some ability to protect myself in this troubled world."

Hearing Ying Yu's words, Wang Yan couldn't help shaking his head and said, "People can only save themselves after all."

After saying this, he didn't wait for Ying Yu's reaction, so he turned his head to look at Xia He and said, "Brother Xia has the answer in his heart?"

Xia He didn't answer, just put the long knife back into its sheath, then stood still with bowed head, not knowing what he was thinking.Seeing this, Wang Yan looked back at Ying Yu, and then took out a dagger from the spoils he got before and handed it over, saying: "Go on your own, I hope you can do it yourself in the future."

Ying Yu's figure trembled slightly, as if she hadn't expected that Wang Yan would give her a dagger, after receiving it, she immediately bowed to Wang Yan and said, "Ying Yu thanked benefactor for giving her the knife."

After finishing speaking, she stood up and gave Xia He a glimpse, then turned around and walked towards the distance. Soon, she disappeared into the night.

"I should leave too."

After everything was over, Wang Yan naturally didn't want to wait any longer, but Xia He raised his head at this moment, looked in the direction where Ying Yu left, and said, "Brother Wang, I will keep your advice today in mind for Xia He. I really wanted to Forked.

Although there are many low-level NPCs with simple cyclic intelligence in this game, their experience is no different from other games, but high-intelligence NPCs are different after all, they have their own logic, thinking and conscious behavior, etc. In their eyes, it is real. They were born here and grew up here. They firmly believe in martial arts and love their own lives. These NPCs are not illusory. The emotions and thoughts they inadvertently express can make people feel real I feel that it is wrong to deliberately ignore their existence. "

Speaking of this, Xia He's eyes became darker, and he murmured: "I don't know if Brother Wang has noticed that low-level NPCs are actually very easy to deal with. The martial arts they use are completely based on routines, and even the attack lines are It was preset in advance and completely traceable.

But high-intelligence NPCs are different. They engrave martial arts into their bones, and all their moves come out in response to the opportunity, but due to their own abilities, their strengths vary. However, no matter whether Wei Xiaofeng or the old man in Qiming Building, Their martial arts are by no means routine, and only from this point, these highly intelligent NPCs are fundamentally different from others.

And I think the martial arts of players are more similar to the skills of other games. Although they can be used when the time comes, they can be used as they please, but they are too rigid after all, and they may not really integrate into this world. Extremely skilled. "

It is not the first time that Wang Yan has heard players classify NPCs into high and low, but it has never been analyzed from Xia He's perspective before. For example, Fang Jiannian, Liu Xiangyi, etc., seem to always repeat certain words, do certain things over and over again, and occasionally compete with others in the martial arts arena, and they go back and forth in the same way. Is this the so-called simple circular intelligence? Everything you do is set in advance?So are they lifeless?
With this idea born, Wang Yan only felt that his cognition of this world became clearer.As for the essence of martial arts mentioned by Xia He, Wang Yan has his own opinions. After receiving the guidance of Grandma Long, Wang Yan felt that martial arts is a manifestation of the rules of the world, and the use of martial arts is the rule itself. The reason why superior martial arts are powerful is because the rules involved in superior martial arts are more extensive and less easy to be understood, so it requires extremely high comprehension.

Thoughts came up in his mind one after another, Wang Yan only felt that he had become extraordinarily clear, and vaguely, he felt the strange feeling of dancing swords in the woods after he got away from Wang Mocheng and the horse thieves that day.Feeling this, Wang Yan didn't delay anymore, and after agreeing with Xia He on the time and place to meet again, he started to move towards the distance with his lightness kung fu.

Although Wang Yan trusted Xia He's character, he did not tell Xia He where he was going, and the place where he agreed to meet was not in the same direction as Shanxia Village.And since Wulipo left, Wang Yan also turned around for a long time, and finally headed towards the village under the mountain. He just waited until he reached the foot of Mengzeqian Mountain, but he didn't notice that there was always a person in the distance behind him. The shadow haunts him in the distance, like a ghost in the dark night.

(End of this chapter)