Chapter 25: The rules of the game are for destruction

"What's wrong?" Yang Lin said with a smile after hearing what Huan Meng said.
"The Jiuzhou game has the rules of the Jiuzhou game. Since the Meteorite Tower is not even a third-rate, how can the master get the fourth-grade martial arts from there?"
The fourth-rank martial arts is really not low. Generally, if you want to get a fourth-rank good thing, you have to be in a place like the third-class sect. Under the third rate, there is no possibility at all. After all, Dream is still the brain core of the previous Jiuzhou game, and she knows the rules best. In fact, no matter any game has a general principle, only the stronger the player, the higher the level of challenge, and so on, can the relatively high-quality treasure be exploded. You say that you kill a mob to explode the artifact. This kind of thing will not happen in the game before, it will not happen now, and it will not happen in the future. Some are just gimmicks set by the program, which have turned your bicycle into a motorcycle. Developers are going to drink northwest wind?
Hearing Huan Meng's question, Yang Lin didn't answer, but the smile on his face was meaningful.
"Master, you won't lie to me, anyway, I was also a core existence before, and there will be no such low-level loopholes?"
"There are no loopholes in the rules, but don't forget about the dream. The stream-of-consciousness game is essentially different from the game that was only played on PCs, consoles, and mobile phones N years ago. In other words, stream-of-consciousness games There is one biggest bug in itself, and that is the existence of NPC!"
Huan Meng shook his head, "Master, you are a bit esoteric, I don't understand."
Yang Lin said with emotion: "You can think of it this way. Players control the game with consciousness. Correspondingly, if the NPCs that appear are just like old games, they are all standing wooden people, then tell me, what is the player's gaming experience? "
Fantasy dreamed for a long time, and said seriously: "Under the constraints of the core of the game, NPCs follow the main program settings, but in order to better interact with the players, they have a certain sense of self-discipline."
"That's it. If you treat player self-discipline as a very important thing, then NPCs want to better interact with players, then their self-discipline behavior must be at least three points, and it is still three points under the constraints of core and program."
So far, Yang Lin has said nothing wrong, and Huan Meng has not heard what is wrong.
"The master is right. If the master had previously used a copy of the Meteorite Tower, it would be impossible for the fourth rank martial arts to explode!"
"This is the normal situation. Brushing the dungeon of the Meteorite Building can only explode the third-rank stuff. But there is no way, who made me fall in love with his martial arts when I was fighting with Ghost Qingcang!"
Dream: "...Master, don't tell me, you can still change the game program without authorization. It is not that the core of the brain underestimates the player, but the core is in control of the entire situation. Hackers cannot have any chance to invade the world of consciousness. ."
"I really underestimated you. I even know hackers, but I tell you, I am not a hacker, I am just an ordinary professional player. My profession is to play games, and then max out and sell valuable things. Changing money is simple."
"But why does the master..."
"Don't worry," Yang Lin patted Huan Meng's hair and said: "Actually, the method I used is very simple. At first I was attracted to the martial arts of Gui Qingcang, but under the restrictions of the rules, killing him would not explode anything. Later, I thought of not killing him and forcing him to tell the secret of Guimen Broken Tiger Blade, but unfortunately, under the constraints of the rules, he would rather commit suicide than tell me. I still failed to do so."
Having said this, Yang Lin tweeted: "Later, I thought of a way. During a battle with him, I interrupted his hands and feet, and simply threw the injured him into the secret room. In this case, even if he wanted to commit suicide, he could not. The BOSS does not die, the copy cannot be restarted, anyway, I am not in a hurry, I have time to wait patiently. Even I have forgotten a few days later, anyway, he finally couldn’t stand it, and passed the ghost sword to me. , I got what I wanted."
Huan Meng opened her mouth. She had never thought that she could use this method to force an NPC to submit. When ordinary players swipe a copy, which one does not want to kill the BOSS as soon as possible to obtain equipment and props, God knows that her master is exaggerated to this point.
"I'm not to blame, but the NPC has a certain level of consciousness. Although it only has three points, it is enough for him to challenge the rules of the game when he cannot survive and cannot die."
Huan Meng took a breath, her Jiao body trembled, and after subconsciously stepping back two steps, the eyes of Yang Lin were full of panic.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Master, if one day... I... If I didn't make you happy or obey you, would you... and... treat me like that..."
"What nonsense, are your brains all this mess? It used to be a game. After all, the NPC is just a bunch of data streams. Now you are different."
"Yes... is it?" Huan Meng Jiao's body was still trembling.
"I am murdering you, will you feel wronged?"
"meeting."
"Does it hurt if you rub it?"
"meeting."
"Now in this world, do you think independently?"
"Yes...Yes, master, what do you ask this for?"
"I want to tell you that although you were an NPC in the past, you are not now. And you are my servant, no matter how sinister and vicious I am, I will not do that to you."
Huanmeng kept pinching the corners of his clothes and said nervously: "Is it really?"
"Don't talk about this kind of question in front of me in the future, be careful which day you make me angry, and I will stop you!"
When the two were talking, the master of the Heavenly Sword Sect had already summoned the elite of the sect. One master, four elders, and fifty-seven third-tier disciples, all ready to go.
"Superior, I'm fully prepared for the next, just waiting for the superior to give orders!"
The sect master couldn't do this, Yang Lin said what he said now, at least he still has his seat now. If he is not there, Tianjianmen will die. Anyway, it's dead, it's better to fight with Yang Lin.
"Now that you are ready, let's go!"
Yang Lin waved his hand, and everyone in the Heavenly Sword Gate began to act.
In addition, the sect master of Tianjianmen specially prepared a sedan chair for Yang Lin and Huan Meng. It is said that the sedan chair is actually not gorgeous, it is built with temporary bamboo. There is a bamboo chair horizontally above, but it is big enough.
How should I put it, the masters want face, so the task of lifting the sedan chair belongs to the four elders.
Yang Lin sat on the sedan chair and wandered freely, Huan Meng pinched his shoulders and beat his back behind him, completely unable to see any tension before the war.
"I heard that this time there is a master sent from the Meteorite Tower on the Yangyan Sect. I don't know if this master can withstand it. God must bless my Heavenly Sword Sect!"
On the way, although the sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect had made up his mind to work hard, his panic was still not less.