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Chapter 156 - System vs. System (VI)
Chapter 156 - System vs. System (VI)
Chapter 156 - System vs. System (VI)
061 Alarm bells went off in my heart.
…… is not good!
Yan Jinhua is equipped with a system that is consistent with his own attributes and is closely linked to the main character, Duan Shujue, who is to be raided.
In other words, it is theoretically capable of updating and even accurately surveying any change in Chi Xiaochi’s data in real time!
061 Relying on its own filter convinced that it has nothing to do with Chi Xiaochi’s acting skills.
His Xiaochi has already raised Duan Shujue’s negative 500 rating for Yan Jinhua to zero by acting, and is a very good boy who works hard.
However, 061 also did not hesitate to capture the anomalous brainwave signals, quietly interfering and modifying them to penetrate the system and determine its usual format for transmitting information and data.
For the system, the operation was no less delicate than a surgical operation.
As a system, 061 understands that the biggest advantage he has at this moment is that he has not yet been discovered by the other side.
Once his presence is detected, Xiaochi will have no choice but to fight Yan Jinhua.
He should have given Xiaochi more room to move around and use his good offices.
This is the responsibility of 061, and also of Lou Ying.
Chi Xiaochi noticed that Yan Jinhua had heard something, looked slightly stiff, looked different and stopped complaining about the ungrateful Ye Jiming, so he felt something was wrong and asked 061, “What’s wrong?”
061 is mixing a small Trojan horse into the information flow, silently importing it into Yan Jinhua’s system.
The movements are as discreet and careful as extracting mosquito blood from amber millions of years ago.
It’s a good thing he’s had plenty of practice preparing for the battle of wits with the AIs that chased him in the last world.
As he worked, he said gently, “It’s okay, don’t worry.”
Right now he shouldn’t distract Xiaochi, keeping him in a calm state of mind is the most important thing.
Chi Xiaochi knew something had to be wrong.
But since 061 he is told to be at ease, he can be at ease.
…… because it was 061 who told him to “be at ease”.
Within a short time, 061 had acquired enough data.
When the other system sent another detection signal, 061 managed to intercept the flow in the middle and sent a forged copy of the data.
What followed was a tense and silent wait.
Also nervous was Yan Jinhua.
He returned to the mountain this time, counting the time of the Jingxu Sword Meeting, which he intended to bring Duan Shujue to and take the opportunity to seek the qi that belonged to him.
In the original, Duan Shujue was already a young man and a warrior when he travelled the world with the old Taoist at large. He won the first prize in the Jingxu Sword Tournament, capturing the sword in the stone and the thousand-year-old sword intent it contains, and from then on he was on the road to greatness.
Yan Jinhua is not an old Taoist with a pure heart and a clear mind, nor is he a Thunderbolt, so he should receive some reward for having raised Duan Shujue for so many years.
But if Duan Shujue had found out about what happened back then ……
No way, right?
He’s doing that thing so stealthily.
Duan Shujue Parents will die sooner or later at the hands of those demons who covet the Sailor Pearl, it’s just their destiny, but just a few years earlier ……
Despite this reassurance, Yan Jinhua could not help but feel his heart beating like a drum.
Luckily, a few minutes later, his system gave a clear reply, “Drop, host, I am very sorry, there was an error in the data passed earlier, it has been corrected now, the favorability level of the raid target to you is still 100, please don’t worry!”
Yan Jinhua breathed a huge sigh of relief, but couldn’t help but chide him, “Next time, investigate clearly before you scare me.”
It was only after this hiccup was resolved that he told Duan Shujue of his intentions.
As expected, Duan Shujue agreed without hesitation.
Once Yan Jinhua’s mind is clear, he can’t be bothered again.
He had heard that the ninth master had taken in a female disciple, who was 28 years old and very beautiful. The Jingxu Sword Meeting will be held in 20 days, so there is plenty of time for him to go out with this beauty and have some fun.
In the world he came from, Yan Jinhua was not a good-looking man, but he had a quick tongue and a quick brain, and most of the men and women in the world were so stupid that a few sweet words could make them go back and forth.
These men and women don’t have the patience to observe each other’s words and actions for long, they just want to see the flowers and chocolates delivered to them and hear the fresh, hot words of love, and they say “live in the moment” and “don’t care if it lasts forever”.
So Yan Jinhua went along with their wishes.
He was already a man or woman, a meat and potatoes man, helping them or them to live in the moment while living fast in the crotch himself.
Whenever you’ve had enough and leave these people, none of them have the same dashing energy they had when they were in love, each crying and begging to get back together, and looking at them with an inexplicable sense of pleasure.
So Yan Jinhua is a perfect match for the system and for the world of bad books.
Most of the characters in Bad Wen are below the normal human level of intelligence, but most of them are stunningly beautiful.
In front of a group of men and women as dumb as pigs and as beautiful as gods, Yan Jinhua enjoys having the script at his fingertips.
At the moment, however, he is not very interested in Duan Shujue.
After all, Duan Shujue had not long had his legs turned out, and Yan Jinhua still remembers his original big, beautiful fishtail well.
Duan Shujue is particularly impressive, but he is not interested in or in a position to go grass-fishing.
Duan Shujue is just an ATM to him, and one that he doesn’t have to worry about and that takes care of itself.
He threw his ATM into the mountains again and went on the loose, and was able to take the pain out of sending his little brother on the run in the process.
Once he left, Ye Jiming stayed near the Fisherman’s Pool instead.
In his words, I have to watch you, lest you get into any trouble.
Chi Xiaochi knew that he didn’t want to leave Duan Shujue, so he didn’t poke at him and just followed Duan Shujue’s old habits, practising his sword, cultivating his qi and meditating under the waterfall.
In a previous life, the sword that belonged to Duan Shujue was taken by Yan Jinhua, who had to infuse the sword with the qi of a shark in order to use the sword that belonged to a shark.
As a result, Duan Shujue unknowingly became his mobile rechargeable battery, and his spiritual energy was deteriorating and nearly depleted.
Duan Shujue was not aware of this, but thought that he was a fool and therefore slow to progress as an adult, so he tried to make up for it with hard work.
…… because he knew Duan Shujue would be useless to learn.
The principle is simple: even a good engine without oil is nothing.
But now, for Duan Shujue, whose spiritual power has not been taken away from him, these former secrets are like a deep foundation, enough to make a ten-thousand-foot building rise from the ground.
After practising day and night, the various sword strokes have been deeply ingrained in his bones and Chi Xiaochi is already able to relax and release them with ease after only a brief refresher.
But he did not rest on his laurels and practised hard every day, trying to make this young body do more and get more.
As a shark, Duan Shujue’s spiritual energy gathers with water and mist, so when he dances like a flying sword, he looks like he is in an ink painting, with his clothes in the wind, as bright as a fairy.
Ye Jiming, chewing on his pipe, sits in a tree and watches him as he did when they were growing up as childhood sweethearts all those years ago.
However, Ye Jiming is not a man of leisure after all.
After staying for two days, he had a craving for wine again.
Since Duan Shujue’s death, he has been addicted to strong wine to calm his heartache.
After a set of sword dances, Chi Xiaochi goes to bathe under the waterfall.
Ye Jiming shouted, “Hey, little fish …… surnamed Chi!”
Chi Xiaochi turns his head to look at him.
Ye Jiming straightened up, “I’m going to get the wine from that old man’s cellar in Red Cloud.”
…… says it almost as naturally as if it were a visit to your own basement.
Over the roar of the waterfall, Chi Xiaochi asked knowingly, “What are you telling me for?”
He was not asking Ye Jiming, but trying to enlighten the Duan Shujue within.
–Ye Jiming, who had always been a man of his own accord, now had to tell him to pick a fruit because he was afraid of parting, always suspecting that once he was gone, it would be like that hasty meeting in the mountains of Pashu, never to be seen again.
After hearing Chi Xiaochi’s reply, Ye Jiming pursed his lips and snorted, “Boring.”
He slid down the tree and took a step to leave.
Chi Xiaochi suddenly felt a surge of power inside him, so he guessed that it was Duan Shujue inside him who had something to say, and consciously let go of his hands.
With his right index and middle fingers together, he used his pure spiritual energy to form a sword pointing gesture and wrote a few words on the cliff wall behind the waterfall.
This time, Duan Shujue wrote the lines, and Chi Xiaochi, with his professionalism as an actor, naturally relayed them exactly as they were written.
He raised his voice to Ye Jiming and said, “…… don’t steal it again.”
Ye Jiming stopped in his tracks and tipped his tongue against his left cheek, saying disdainfully, “You think you can control this monarch with this face? He may not even be able to control me.”
Anyway, it’s a little tussle between the two, and Chi Xiaochi is waiting for Duan Shujue to write him another line.
Duan Shujue harnessed the finger of his sword and brushed and carved two more whitish words on the cliff face: “Sorry.”
…… what sorry?
Before Chi Xiaochi can react, Duan Shujue drops his hand and pinches himself on the thigh.
Chi Xiaochi : “……”
He was originally a sword practitioner, and his finger and wrist strength were all superior.
Chi Xiaochi’s teary-eyed eyes finally figured out what Duan Shujue meant.
…… It seems that Duan Shujue is not the lover he thought he was either.
He leaned down and reached out, groping at the bottom of the spring.
When Ye Jiming saw that he couldn’t say four, five or six, he snorted coldly and was about to leave, but before he could take six or seven steps, a blue shadow landed beside him.
Ye Jiming was impatient: “What the hell do you want to do?”
Chi Xiaochi does not answer, but only brings his right hand up to his eyes and opens it.
…… In his right palm lay a shark’s pearl, so flamboyantly bright that it pierced Ye Jiming’s eyes.
Ye Jiming : “…… What is this?”
The man in front of him asked, “Is that enough?”
”Enough of what?”
Chi Xiaochi looked up slightly and stared into Ye Jiming’s eyes, his voice and expression actually coinciding strangely with Duan Shujue’s, “…… went down the hill to buy wine.”
Ye Jiming’s heart snapped and his face changed, “Don’t blame me for not warning you not to speak like him.”
Chi Xiaochi shrugged his shoulders in amusement and clutched his palm with a shark’s bead, “Are you going?”
Ye Jiming : “To what, down the hill?”
Chi Xiaochi : “Yeah, together?”
Ye Jiming : “…… You need to stop tarnishing his image. Over the wall and fleeing the mountain, he’s not like that.”
Chi Xiaochi said, “If he didn’t do it, what’s the harm? Besides, it’s good to take him out to see more of the world, isn’t it?”
By some miracle, Ye Jiming was convinced by Chi Xiaochi.
Ye Jiming was already an expert skulker, and Duan Shujue had lived on Jingxu Mountain for some time and had a memory of the layout of its roads, so the pair easily avoided the disciples guarding the gate.
After creeping along for a while, Chi Xiaochi nudged Ye Jiming, who was walking ahead of her: “Run.”
So the future White Sailor Immortal Monarch and the Black Scorpion Demon Monarch ran wildly up and down the small mountain path.
The shadows of the trees on either side swayed and dappled the light, casting heavy shards of broken gold on the pair.
Ye Jiming turned back quietly as he ran.
…… He knows that the person in front of him is not him, yet his body is hiding him.
What would a real minnow say now.
Ye Jiming thought about it for a long time, and then turned his head back and stopped looking at the man.
He still doesn’t know what the hypocrite really thinks of him, it’s so infuriating.
The pearl was of good quality and was exchanged for a hundred taels of silver at a pawnshop.
In his previous life, Duan Shujue was not the young Taoist priest who travelled the world at such a young age in the original book, he was so over-bred by Yan Jinhua that he even felt a little ignorant of the world.
After getting the heavy silver bag, he writes on the palm of his left hand with his right hand and asks online, “Is it enough.”
Chi Xiaochi replied to him with his left hand in his right palm, “And if that’s not enough, you’re going to choke on a new leg?”
Duan Shujue was a little embarrassed: “I’m afraid I can’t afford it.”
Chi Xiaochi returns, “It’s enough to buy a wine shop.”
Sure enough, for twenty ryo, they were able to get ten jars of fine aged wine, which they smuggled into the mountains by the same route.
Along the way, Duan Shujue asked Chi Xiaochi many questions about gold, silver, jade, flowers, birds and fish, and he asked the prices of all of them.
On the way up the mountain, Ye Jiming thought about what he had just done and became more and more frustrated, so he called Chi Xiaochi, who was washing his hands, “Drink with me.
He knew that Duan Shujue was a man of cultivation, and that he was a man of pure and unrestrained desire, who never smoked or drank, but he never expected Chi Xiaochi to sit down.
Chi Xiaochi’s reasoning was, “We bought the wine together, so I deserve a share of it.”
Ye Jiming cocked his head.
After a few days together, he didn’t really dislike Chi Xiaochi, he wasn’t clingy, he was straightforward and a good person to be with, but he just couldn’t get on the good side of someone who used Duan Shujue’s skin.
With a hint of hidden anticipation, Ye Jiming tossed him a glass: “Sit down.”
The wine was indeed good, and after three rounds, both men were in high spirits.
Tapping his glass, Ye Jiming passionately insulted Yan Jinhua, “That old bastard, I’ll lift his lid one day!”
Chi Xiaochi: “Bring it to the stew.”
Ye Jiming : “Feed the dogs!”
Chi Xiaochi : “You’re too angry to curse like that, you’re liable to get yourself into trouble for more than you’re worth.”
Ye Jiming leers at him with his eyes.
Chi Xiaochi took a sip of wine: “It’s like this, over there, we curse people more euphemistically, like I eat hot pot, you eat hot pot base; I blow on the air conditioner, you blow on the air conditioner outside.”
Ye Jiming : “If you can’t understand, you are punished with three glasses.”
Chi Xiaochi drinks three glasses.
Ye Jiming was over there again, muttering abuse at Yan Jinhua.
He had a deep resentment towards this man, and when he was energized by the wine, he was even more indignant when he thought about his past.
Chi Xiaochi finishes his three glasses and fills him up again: “He was planning to stay in the world later to have children. And I wonder how he plans to set an example for his children.”
Ye Jiming spat, “Can he have children?”
Chi Xiaochi: “Can he find someone to give birth to his child?”
Such a well coordinated triple play was a hit with Ye Jiming.
He lifted his glass, “Cheers.”
Chi Xiaochi: “Fuck.”
061 who witnessed the whole drinking process: “……”
What is this? A fellow swear word exchange?
When the ten jars of wine were all gone, Chi Xiaochi was not even red in the face, while Ye Jiming fell to the ground, unconscious.
Born again for once, he needed a painful drunkenness.
After drinking, Ye Jiming was so exhausted and weak that he turned into a coil of mosquito incense and slept soundly on the arm of Duan Shujue.
Chi Xiaochi sits back in the spring and transforms into a fishtail. When he has nothing else to do, he transforms his sword into the body of a zither.
Chi Xiaochi is leaning against the wall, resting with his eyes closed, while Duan Shujue strokes the scattered notes with one hand to help Ye Jiming sleep.
And 061 read for him the original Wen of The Sailor Fairy King.
He had already gone through the whole Wen in advance, but even he could not remember where in the original Wen it was written that Duan Shujue had a body that could not get drunk.
So after Duan Shujue had finished playing the piano and had fallen asleep in accordance with his regular routine, 061 closed the book and asked Chi Xiaochi where he had found out about it.
Chi Xiaochi puts down his violin, rests one hand on his knee, his snake-wrapped left arm on the bank, and says, “I don’t know. I just thought that it was time to let him try.”
…… Try getting drunk, try sneaking out of the mountains, try all the things you should try in this world.
”His life is no longer the same as in the book, and the so-called original Wen is nothing more than a reference.”
061 It is true, I think, that when Yan Jinhua arrived, everything changed. His parents had died at least four years earlier, he had lost the chance to be brought up properly, he had been raised to be ignorant of the five grains, to recognize a thief as his father, and to be ridiculed by that thief for opening the door and being a fool.
But if he hadn’t changed the plot and dragged it through the mud, Duan Shujue and Ye Jiming wouldn’t have grown up together like this.”
”Now, everything has changed, he’s not a set-up, he’s not living in a script, he’s a living person with his own loves and hates, he doesn’t necessarily have to go by the book, he has to be the gentleman who never made a mistake in his life.” Chi Xiaochi immerses himself in the slightly warming spring water, “If I’ve never gotten drunk once and indulged once, I’ve wasted my time.”
At this point, Chi Xiaochi is back to being a force of nature, which makes 061 feel soft and fond.
061 Half-closing the book, he asked, “Still reading, then?”
Chi Xiaochi said, “Read.”
061 : “…… eh?”
Chi Xiaochi said, “I want to hear it.” After all, he needs to know all the chips Yan Jinhua has in his hand so he can place his bets.
061 smiled, “Good.”
061 Having moistened his throat, he began to read again.
The book’s Wen is average, with occasional typos and incoherence, but the Wen wind is quiet and Chi Xiaochi listens quietly.
A full moon sank in the spring before him, the fish’s tail swinging slightly, breaking the moon into ripples, dazzling with broken silver, and within a few moments the reflection was back to fullness.
In fact, Chi Xiaochi wanted to get drunk for himself too.
With the successive role changes and short breaks, it would be a lie to say that he is not tired.
Just who would have thought that it would be hard for a shark to get drunk.
…… seems to have had a bit of bad luck.
It’s a good thing he had six teachers and that voice was like mellow wine, intoxicating enough.
Chi Xiaochi lifted his hand and touched his heart, thinking that, not counting this world, in three more, he would never hear this man’s voice again.
Chi Xiaochi had a suspicion of who he might be, but after several doubts and rejections, he was no longer able to trust himself.
Only in this case, he could not trust evidence, intuition, judgement, anything.
Because of the fear of loss, I dare not have hope.
The only thing that would reassure him would be to have 061 stand up to him and tell himself plainly who he is.
Thinking about it, he called, “Teacher Six.”
061 Stop reading: “What’s wrong?”
Chi Xiaochi paused for a long time, lowered her eyes and said, “…… I’m sleepy.”
061 Then he closed the book, and there was a smile in his voice: “Well, I won’t read anymore. Go to bed early. Will you still be up at that time tomorrow? Or a little later? You’ve been drinking and I’m afraid you’ll be uncomfortable getting up early.”
Chi Xiaochi : “Old time.”
061 Resist the urge to pinch his face, “Okay, go to sleep.”
The next morning, Ye Jiming woke up with a splitting headache and refused to admit that he had died last night while Duan Shujue was unharmed, so he cursed the wine as a fake.
Chi Xiaochi said, “Well, it’s a fake wine, next time add some strawberry to it to flavour it.”
Ye Jiming : “……”
At this stage, Ye Jiming was unable to fight or defeat Duan Shujue, and was so angry that he found a pile of stones to throw at him while he was practising his sword, and not surprisingly, Chi Xiaochi turned them into lime.
Ye Jiming was not convinced and went to buy more alcohol, insisting that he would fight Duan Shujue to the death, only to fall over drunk each time, muttering curses under his breath in defiance.
After a few drinks, Ye Jiming and Chi Xiaochi find that they share a similar temperament, are both foul-mouthed and tenth-grade Yan Jinhua scholars, and gradually become friends.
On the night before Yan Jinhua was due to return, Ye Jiming said to Chi Xiaochi, “Little Fish, and Chi, I’m leaving.”
When he mentioned this, Duan Shujue was practising his sword under the moon.
At these words, Duan Shujue’s hand on his sword gave a start.
But Chi Xiaochi knew this day would come: “Take care, I won’t see you off.”
Ye Jiming wondered, “You don’t ask why my lord is leaving?”
Chi Xiaochi attempts to sheathe his sword, but misses the mark several times, which can be very unsuccessful.
As he bowed his head to his sword, he said, “You are a jiao body, how are you going to cultivate in the mountains? Go to a bigger place, mountain or sea, I will take care of Duan Shujue , if you want to come back to see him, remember to bring wine and I will show you.”
After the words were said, he finally managed to sheathe his sword.
Ye Jiming spat at him, “Fuck you.”
That night, Ye Jiming left the mountain and Yan Jinhua returned.
After fifteen days of relaxation, Yan Jinhua’s depression over the loss of the little black snake had subsided considerably, and as soon as he returned to the mountain, he began to wait excitedly for the Jingxu Sword Meeting to take place.
…… and Chi Xiaochi is also waiting.
Duan Shujue’s tragedy began when he met Yan Jinhua, but it was at this sword meeting that his whole life fell apart.