616: I also remembered a poem

He looked at the System panel in front of him.

Indeed, a second software application had appeared on it.

The software icon was no different from the dialer software icons commonly seen in his previous life, making it instantly recognizable!

However.

Ning Buxiu turned to look at the jade slip in his hand.

No new software appeared on it.

If he wanted to have the dialer software, he still needed to manually drag out the software Clone.

Thinking of this, Ning Buxiu frowned slightly.

When there was only the Small Grass Map before, he hadn't considered this point.

Now that he thought about it, if he were to sell the telephone in the future, would he have to make those who bought the telephone come to him to install each new software for them?

This method, not to mention being inefficient, would not even cover such a situation even if he spent all his time on it!

"Can't these telephones have an automatic download function?" Ning Buxiu muttered to himself.

"Ding~ Given the Host's current situation, the System suggests that the Host build a server terminal to serve the telephone devices."

"Without a server, the System can process information exchange for a maximum of one hundred devices for the Host."

Ye Tian's voice appeared again.

And these words made Ning Buxiu slightly enlightened.

Server, that's right, he had always overlooked this thing.

Whether it was the map or the dialer, information exchange and update processing were indispensable, and these all required a server to be implemented.

The telephone was just the manifestation of information; the server was what truly stored information and performed complex calculations!

For example, when two people chat online, it seems like point-to-point chatting, but in reality, the information from both people must be processed through an intermediate server to be exchanged normally.

"So I still need to build a server... But how do I build a server? I don't have the relevant technology." Ning Buxiu realized that his idea of selling telephones was indeed a bit ill-considered.

If not for the System's reminder, if he were to sell the telephones, only a hundred of them would be able to function normally.

Such a small quantity was simply not enough to do anything.

"Given the current era's environment, the Host can select special items such as Ghost Weapon, Demon Soldier, Holy Soldier, demon blade, Divine Soldier, Dao Artifact, etc., and transform them into servers."

"The Host only needs to pay a certain amount and be in contact with that special item for a period of time, and the System can complete the transformation for the Host."

"After the transformation is complete, the external appearance of the special item itself will not undergo any changes."

Ye Tian's concise words allowed Ning Buxiu to clearly understand the situation.

It was to have the System help him build a server, provided he supplied the Materials and money.

This was easy... No, it wasn't easy.

Ghost Weapon, Demon Soldier, Holy Soldier, demon blade, and even Divine Soldier, Dao Artifact, these things could be said to be the greatest treasures that ran through the entire novel in the original work!

Every time there was information and contention regarding these things, it would lead to countless battles!

Demons were irresistible to ordinary people.

Even the strongest Martial Artist could not deal with them.

There was only one way... And that was these weapons! Only those who possessed such weapons could cause harm to demons, and even have the possibility of killing them!

And even the weakest among them, the Ghost Weapon and Demon Soldier, were enough to attract the high attention of the entire prefecture!

The only thing he could offer now was his perfect mastery of the Cangying Leg.

With such limited ability, it was impossible to come into contact with a Ghost Weapon or Demon Soldier, even at the cost of his life; even seeing one was a luxury!

Seeing one was a luxury... Saying it like that wasn't quite right.

Ning Buxiu suddenly remembered the descriptions in the original work.

If he remembered correctly, at this poetry gathering, there was a Demon Soldier and a Ghost Weapon respectively!

And the ownership of these two weapons was surprisingly on the two protectors sitting under Yuwen Mingxuan and the Seventh Princess!

At the poetry gathering, the feathered sword in the embrace of that Grade A armored General was a Demon Soldier!

And the other green-robed Man, the dark green long sword on his table, was a Ghost Weapon!

These were ready-made server Materials, but how could he come into contact with them?

These two weapons could be said to be the most cherished treasures of the green-robed Man and the Grade A armored General; let alone touching them, even looking at them a few more times would attract their attention and displeasure.

While Ning Buxiu was pondering, Yuwen Mingxuan, who was in the upper position, slowly said, "Alright, now that the annoying fellow has been escorted away, let's continue this poetry gathering! Hahaha."

Zhou Wuji was exposed, and the bet was won by Yuwen Mingxuan!

Therefore, he was in a pleasant mood now and had the elegance to continue the poetry gathering.

"Hmph!" The Seventh Princess, however, couldn't stay any longer and stood up, leaving her seat.

The green-robed Man below drank the last cup of wine, also picked up the long sword on the table, slowly stood up, and followed the Seventh Princess.

Watching the two leave, the smile on Yuwen Mingxuan's face became even more triumphant.

Even the Grade A armored General below showed a hint of pleased comfort on his face.

Along the way, in their open and secret struggles, both sides had suffered losses.

Overall, they had suffered more losses, after all, the person from that aristocratic family holding the two-pattern Ghost Weapon, the Ink Snake Sword, was indeed very strong.

But today, winning this round completely covered up the losses they had suffered before!

"Come, is there anyone else among you who has excellent poetry?"

"Let's follow the topic given by the Seventh Princess just now, poetry with autumn as the theme!"

"As long as you compose a poem, regardless of its quality, you can choose one item from the pile of treasures in front of you!"

Yuwen Mingxuan said loudly, and his words completely ignited the atmosphere of the poetry gathering.

"Young Master Yuwen, I, I have a poem!" Wang Shang looked at the gold, silver, and jewels in front of him and couldn't sit still, recommending himself.

His literary talent was not as good as Qiong Juanshu.

But the current situation was that there was a reward as long as you wrote a poem.

Since that was the case, what did it matter if it was good or bad!

After reciting a poem, Wang Shang happily accepted a golden Buddha statue given to him by a maid.

This further ignited the passion of others for writing poetry.

For a time, the sound of clear and resonant poetry recitation echoed endlessly in the Wanhua Brothel.

"Brother Ning, quickly, quickly, you also come up with one, there are so many treasures! Young Master Yuwen is practically giving them away for free!" Wang Shang excitedly whispered to Ning Buxiu beside him.

Hearing this, Ning Buxiu's eyes narrowed slightly.

At this moment, he seemed to have thought of a way to come into contact with that Grade A armored General.

"Young Master Yuwen, in this scene, I also recalled a poem."

"Please speak." Yuwen Mingxuan raised his hand as a signal, and his gaze also fell on Ning Buxiu.

The scene quieted down slightly, and everyone looked at the person who was about to recite a poem, but they didn't pay much attention.

With so many mediocre poems during this time, they were just listening for fun.

However, when the person in front of them began to recite the poem, many people in the audience paused slightly.

"Withered vines, old trees, evening crows, small bridge, flowing water, people's homes, ancient road, West wind, lean horse. The setting sun sets in the West, the heartbroken person is at the edge of the sky."

Every word, every line, was clear.

"Withered vines, old trees, evening crows, small bridge, flowing water, people's homes, ancient road, West wind, lean horse. The setting sun sets in the West, the heartbroken person is at the edge of the sky..." Yuwen Mingxuan chewed on this short poem, the surprise in his eyes becoming increasingly evident.

"This poem? Is it your own work?"

As if suffering from the sequelae of being made suspicious by Zhou Wuji, Yuwen Mingxuan asked subconsciously.

"No."

"No?" The Young Man sitting in the upper position instantly furrowed his brows, and the surrounding people also suddenly fell silent.

Wang Shang and Qiong Juanshu beside him even held their breath slightly, as if they saw the person beside them as the second Zhou Wuji, but without the Seventh Princess's guarantee!

Unconsciously, both of them pulled back some distance.