Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?

This Hehuan Sect disciple was shaken so hard that he felt dizzy, but Ye Qingyuan didn't notice that he was about to be shaken apart, and still shouted excitedly: "Hehuan Sect is saved!"

After coming to his senses, this disciple immediately gestured to the disciples who came after hearing the news, and the other party nodded in understanding. Several people rushed forward, held down Ye Qingyuan and dragged him down.

Holding down the struggling Ye Qingyuan, a disciple said dissatisfiedly: "What is there to save! All things are illusions, you are obsessed!"

"I am not obsessed, I am not crazy, there is really a way to save her!"

"You don't repent, right! Find some mud to smear her bear face, and see if she is still crazy!"

Finding that he couldn't make sense, Ye Qingyuan also became ruthless.

The rainbow-like magic weapon was thrown out, and it turned into thousands of silks in the air, wrapping up other disciples.

Seeing Ye Qingyuan like this, other fellow disciples shouted: "You said you were not crazy, but you started to attack fellow disciples!"

"You don't want to listen to me, right?"

The farce lasted for half an hour, until the sect's eldest sister was splashed with cold water to sober up, and then she persuaded everyone to calm down.

Let the wounded people sit down, the eldest sister hiccuped and asked the whole story, then nodded and said: "Okay, I understand. Ye Qingyuan."

"Sister, I'm here." Ye Qingyuan looked at the eldest sister excitedly, ready to make her happy.

"I don't care if you dream, but it's wrong for you to mix everyone into your gameplay. I apologize to everyone, and this kind of gameplay will only be enjoyed by yourself when no one is around."

"Huh?"

"Actually, I've played this kind of game before." The eldest sister lay on the wine jar, and her long hair covering her eyes slid to the side along the wine jar, vaguely showing some of her charm in the past.

But now, he is just a drunkard who likes to drink.

"Thinking back then, I often fantasized that the Hehuan Sect was saved, the righteous atmosphere was reversed, everyone's practice was progressing by leaps and bounds, and I also found a good husband who was well-matched. In the imaginary world, I also have three children, each one is cuter than the other."

Thinking of this, the eldest sister covered her face to block her tears and cried, "But fantasy is fantasy after all, and the reality after waking up will be even more bleak. So, promise me, don't play this kind of game in the future."

"No, elder sister, I mean it."

"Okay, okay, I understand you. Sometimes if you play too hard, you really can't tell the difference between reality and fantasy. Be good, go to bed, otherwise it will be very embarrassing when you wake up."

With a long sigh, Ye Qingyuan handed the bamboo slips to the eldest sister and said seriously: "Just think of it as being deceived by me, you try it."

The eldest sister also sighed, then picked up the bamboo slips and sank the thought into it.

A quarter of an hour later, the eldest sister put down the bamboo slips and burst into tears.

Holding Ye Qingyuan, she cried and said, "Qingyuan, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

"Eldest sister, it's okay, just believe me."

"Qingyuan~"

"Eldest sister!"

Looking at the two crying and hugging each other, the other disciples began to look at each other.

Is this hysteria contagious?

But at the same time, they also copied and distributed the bamboo slips with a glimmer of hope and began to read them.

Although they didn't quite believe that a small bamboo slip could save the Hehuan Sect, they were already miserable enough, and it wouldn't get worse anyway.

Then, they were completely broken.

Lin Yuan only created a story line for Ye Qingyuan, but the graceful text made the character very three-dimensional, and with the moving illusion, the image of "Ye Qingyuan" was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

The emotionless girl and the taciturn boy met by chance in a deserted area. The two of them walked towards a deep mountain together, and many interesting stories happened.

Although they were a little silent at first, the boy became more cheerful after getting familiar with each other, and the girl's empty heart was filled with the boy's smile.

Inexplicable emotions grew between the two, and the sweet and shy little interactions made the disciples who were playing the game twisted into a ball from time to time and screamed meaninglessly.

But as the game progressed, the atmosphere was a little wrong.

Inexplicable flashbacks began to emerge in the girl's mind, and at the same time made the girl realize that she didn't seem to know why she was heading into the mountains.

She didn't even know who she was in the past, and her instinct was also making her avoid the truth.

Even though she knew the truth would definitely come, she still coveted the warmth the boy gave her and didn't want to recall the pain of the past.

The boy who had been cheerful before also became silent again, and his expression of wanting to say something but stopping made the disciples vaguely aware of something, but they continued to advance the plot with a glimmer of hope.

The guy who wrote the story is definitely a genius. He has a very good grasp of despair and hope, and his control of emotions is very precise.

Hope and despair appear alternately in the story. When the disciples feel that they are doomed, the story will have a little turn. And when hope seems to be just a little bit away, greater despair will come roaring.

Their moods are played on the author's applause, and they become captives of the author's words and stories, sinking deeper and deeper into this sweet quagmire.

Unknowingly, they have fallen into the quagmire of the story and can't get out no matter what.

Finally, the expected knife comes.

Even though they know that this knife is the inevitable ending, they are still stabbed with blood and can't even cry.

Putting down the bamboo slips, the disciples were all stunned.

They wanted to say something, but they couldn't say anything.

The expected knife was too cruel and painful. Even breathing could feel the cold wind blowing through the wound on their chests, making them almost suffocate.

They looked at Ye Qingyuan in silence, their hearts were completely captured by "Ye Qingyuan", and it seemed that they could no longer have any joy or sorrow.

Finally, a senior sister burst into tears: "Qingyuan, you died so miserably."

"Yes, I really died so miserably." Ye Qingyuan also cried.

"Who would have thought that you have been dead for hundreds of years? The hero is just a monk who sent your soul home, and he can't save you no matter what. But when you think about it, the hero is more miserable. After all, he knew you were dead when they met, but he still fell in love with you. This story is so painful, but it's still so cool!"

"That's right... huh? Wait."

The other disciples also looked at the disciple who was speaking in confusion, and then said in confusion: "Strange, the story I saw is not like this. Ye Qingyuan is obviously a living sacrifice who voluntarily was swallowed by the sacred mountain, but he just forgot his identity. The whole story actually discusses the interests of individuals and groups."

"Mine is different. In my plot, Ye Qingyuan is the mountain god."

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

After summarizing it together, they were surprised to find that the story in the bamboo slips actually had multiple different endings.

In different endings, Ye Qingyuan's identity is also completely different. Sometimes he is a dead soul, sometimes he is a living sacrifice of the sacred mountain, and sometimes he is directly a mountain god.

It looks messy, but for some reason, it always makes people feel that there seems to be some connection between them.

After summarizing for a while, they found that there are different choices in the game, and different choices lead to different endings.

And every time you pass an ending, a seemingly inconspicuous flower will have an extra petal in the opening screen of the game. I wonder if there is any deep meaning in it.

"Every time you pass an ending, a petal will be born. If we collect all the endings, will there be a different result?"

"You mean, go through all the stories? Spare me."

Although she said so, the disciple was eager to try.

After all, the game in this bamboo slip is very knife-like.

But it's really cool.

It hurts and it's cool.

A brand new world, just like that, makes them start to experience tragedies one by one.

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