617: Yaodao transformed into a server

At this moment of silence in the arena, Ning Buxiu calmly said, "This poem was written by an ancient sage named Ma Zhiyuan."

"I saw the original manuscript when I was young. Later, due to a great fire, the original was destroyed, and the memory of the poem also blurred with age."

"It wasn't until this poetry gathering, guided by Yuwen Gongzi, that I recalled this poem!"

"Yuwen Gongzi made me realize that a poetry gathering is not just a time for us to express our talents, but also a time for those poems of ancient sages that have been forgotten by the world to reappear!"

"If it weren't for Yuwen Gongzi's guidance, this poem in my mind would probably have been completely forgotten in the long river of history, just like the original manuscript back then."

"In my opinion, the author of this poem is Ma Zhiyuan, but the one who made it appear in this World and brought it to thousands of households is you, Yuwen Gongzi!"

Ning Buxiu sighed and expressed his admiration.

After his words fell, the expressions of the surrounding people slightly changed.

So that's how you can talk? So that's how you can flatter?

Yuwen Mingxuan, who was sitting in the upper seat, had already felt a killing intent surge within him when he heard Ning Buxiu say that the poem wasn't written by him.

But after hearing his explanation, Yuwen Mingxuan's heart was immediately filled with secret pleasure.

"You... are much more honest than that Zhou Wuji fellow, and much better." With no change in his expression, Yuwen Mingxuan lightly coughed, "Although this poem was not written by you, bringing such a good poem back to the World should also be rewarded!"

"You can choose three items from the things below!"

As these words were spoken, many people looked at Ning Buxiu with a strong hint of envy in their eyes.

Qiong Juanshu and Wang Shang on both sides also leaned closer with smiles.

"Thank you, Yuwen Gongzi!" Ning Buxiu's face was full of seriousness.

But in his heart, he was secretly laughing.

"You are all people I created. How could I not know your personalities?"

When dealing with someone like Yuwen Mingxuan, you cannot appear too outstanding.

If he had truly said that the poem was his own creation, it would have definitely aroused the other party's jealousy and hatred.

Although he might receive a reward at the moment, after the poetry gathering ended, there was a high probability that he would be targeted.

The protagonist Zhou Wuji was targeted in the original novel. Losing the bet to Yuwen Mingxuan through poetry was one aspect, and another aspect was Yuwen Mingxuan's jealousy of Zhou Wuji's talent.

This villain character has such a personality.

Looking at the items on the field, Ning Buxiu chose the two external Martial Arts manuals that no one wanted, and a bone emitting a chilling aura.

He chose the two external Martial Arts manuals to enhance his strength in Martial Arts.

It has always been said that Martial Arts are completely useless against strange demons and ghosts, no matter how high you Cultivate them.

But as the original author, how could Ning Buxiu not know whether Martial Arts could deal with demons and ghosts?

ordinary ones are indeed useless, but when cultivated to the extreme, it is a transformation from quantitative change to qualitative change!

Besides Martial Arts, Ning Buxiu took the bone with the chilling aura to limit Zhou Wuji's development.

In the original novel, it was precisely because he obtained this bone and the residual evil energy within it, relying on the modifier he activated, that he took the first step in improving his Martial Arts strength.

Now, Ning Buxiu stands on the opposite side of the protagonist. To ensure his survival in the future, he naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity to limit Zhou Wuji's development.

"Ding ~ Detected a stored Ghost energy item. The Host can use this item to update the software."

The System's voice appeared in his ear, causing Ning Buxiu's heart to stir as he looked at the bone in his hand.

He thought this thing was useless to him, but he didn't expect it to allow the System to help him update the software.

From now on, whether it's to limit the protagonist's development or to update his own System, he cannot let go of such items!

Temporarily suppressing the joy in his heart, Ning Buxiu turned to look at the Grade A General in the distance, or rather, the Linyu Yao Dao in his hand.

To truly make his internet industry flourish, he cannot do without servers.

Therefore, how to get in touch with that Demon Blade is the real business.

Looking at the Linyu Yao Dao in front, Ning Buxiu lightly exhaled.

The groundwork for the previous poem had been laid, and it was time for him to act.

Picking up his wine cup, Ning Buxiu stood up from his seat again and walked towards Yuwen Mingxuan at the end.

Because of the previous poem, the attention he received from the people on the field was only slightly lower than that of Yuwen Mingxuan and the Grade A General.

And precisely because of the groundwork laid by that poem, the crowd did not dislike Ning Buxiu's actions, only feeling a little puzzled.

"Yuwen Gongzi, the poem I recited earlier was from an ancient sage. I haven't recited a poem I wrote myself yet."

"I have one that is extremely fitting for this General. I wonder if Yuwen Gongzi and this General would allow me to recite it?"

"Written for me?" The expression of the Grade A General in his seat didn't change much. He wasn't interested in poetry and such.

But thinking of Yuwen Mingxuan's liking for this flatterer, the Grade A General didn't make things difficult: "Go ahead."

Seeing this, Ning Buxiu's heart settled slightly.

This was the effect of the groundwork he had laid earlier.

Then came the next step.

Subtly glancing at the Linyu Dao in the Grade A General's arms, Ning Buxiu slowly began to speak.

"The Great General charges into battle with heroic spirit, a Goose Feather Dao across his waist like autumn water."

"The wind blows the drums, the mountains and rivers move; lightning flashes the banners, the sun and moon are high."

"Heaven's Qilin has its kind, how can the ants in the hole escape!"

Each word and sentence carried a burst of heroism.

This poem was a farewell poem written by Zhu Houcong for General Mao Bowen's southern campaign. Excluding the last two lines, the meaning above is all praise.

The Grade A General, who was originally indifferent, couldn't help but applaud and exclaim after hearing the poem, "Good, good poem!"

This poem praised him to the Heavens.

It said he was courageous and heroic, as brave as a descendant of the Qilin, and his enemies were like ants living in holes, easily defeated!

No wonder Yuwen Mingxuan liked this person so much.

Seeing the other party's attitude, Ning Buxiu also smiled and said, "General, I toast you!"

As he spoke, he raised the wine cup in his hand.

The Grade A General at the table opposite nodded slightly.

However, during the toast, Ning Buxiu subtly bit the tip of his tongue!

A mouthful of hot blood instantly filled his mouth, mixing into the wine.

After a few breaths, Ning Buxiu gestured by shaking his empty wine cup.

Only.

The few shallow drops of blood in the wine cup splashed out as he shook it.

Under the control of his perfected Cangying Leg power, the bloody wine accurately splattered onto the Linyu Dao in the Grade A General's arms!

In the eyes of outsiders, they didn't notice this scene at all.

It was just a few drops of wine. Even if they saw it, no one paid attention.

Until...

"Buzz buzz buzz!!"

The Linyu Dao in the Grade A General's arms, as if awakened by delicious food, began to tremble incessantly!

"Not good!" General Tu Jia, holding the Dao, hadn't figured out what was happening when he saw the Linyu Dao in his arms shoot towards the young man in front of him!

"Bang!"

The long Dao directly struck his palm, and the immense force caused Ning Buxiu's arm to instantly twist as if dislocated!

Vaguely, everyone seemed to see that the Dao had transformed into a man-eating Ghost, its sharp teeth fiercely biting into Ning Buxiu's palm!

In just a short moment, it was covered in blood, a bloody mess!

Seeing this scene, Ning Buxiu endured the severe pain in his body and mind and the draining of his vitality, while tightly watching the progress panel of the System's transformation in front of him.

Server transforming, 1%, 2%, 3%...

Making the Demon Blade attack him on its own, this was his plan!

Demon Blades themselves have consciousness.

However, it is more of a consciousness that tends towards instinctive bloodlust and slaughter.

In fact, this kind of thing is another form of demon!

They give Humans power, while also devouring Humans themselves!

People who control Demon Blades, Ghost weapons, and the like will even eventually be assimilated by these weapons and become new demons!

It was precisely because Ning Buxiu understood the characteristics of Demon Blades that he thought of using his own blood to induce this guy to move on its own.

This method was also the only feasible method that Ning Buxiu believed would not cause subsequent trouble.

In the eyes of General Tu Jia and Yuwen Mingxuan, the situation before them was an accident.

And he, Ning Buxiu, was the victim.

Of course, if no one came to save him, he would be the deceased in this accident!

"Boom!" General Tu Jia was the first to act, grabbing the blade of the Linyu Yao Dao.

Looking at the Demon Blade in his hand, General Tu Jia frowned and glanced at Ning Buxiu in front of him.

If it were any other ordinary person, he would have just let the Demon Blade suck their blood dry. After all, sacrificing human blood to the Demon Blade was something he did basically every ten days or half a month since he gained control of the Demon Blade.

But this guy in front of him flattered him comfortably, and with so many people watching, he might as well let him live.

Thinking this, General Tu Jia applied a little force with his palm.

It was like dragging up a hungry wolf that was fiercely biting someone!

Ning Buxiu could see the flesh and blood of his hand being slowly torn off, as if this Dao had teeth, and the teeth were deeply embedded in his flesh and blood! The pain made Ning Buxiu gasp, and he truly experienced the horror of this kind of weapon!

"Bang ~"

His body heavily hit the ground, staining it with blood.

Before Ning Buxiu fell unconscious, he looked at the System panel.

"Ding ~ Host has successfully created the first server. The server can carry 98432 devices."

"Damn, it's finally done, it was really not easy." Muttering in his heart, Ning Buxiu's consciousness completely fell into unconsciousness.

Outside.

The people at the poetry gathering were startled by this sudden change and all slightly stood up.

"General Tu? What is this?" Yuwen Mingxuan glanced at Ning Buxiu on the ground, then frowned and asked the Middle-aged man who had been escorting him all the way.

He wasn't concerned about Ning Buxiu.

Rather, he didn't understand why that weapon would suddenly attack someone else.

"A little accident." Tu Jia looked at the Linyu Dao in his hand and didn't find anything unusual.

However, thinking about the essence of this guy, Tu Jia didn't suspect anything about its recent actions.

He didn't realize that every inch of the Demon Blade in his hand had been engraved with some kind of spiderweb-like information element.

His cherished treasure, the Demon Blade, had started a side hustle.

A side hustle working 24 hours a day without interruption.