The maintenance of a 'computer' naturally has to start from both the hardware and software aspects.
The secret realm under Qingcang Peak is a hardware part, and the old sword cultivator manages it quite formally, and Mo Chengjun can't give much advice.
After the hardware, it naturally has to be the software. This is the part that Mo Chengjun must pay attention to.
"Jianghu" actually needs no introduction.
As a stand-alone game, there is no need for version updates at this stage. The content is basically fixed, the force value is not high, and it does not even support regional networking. It is a complete personal 'one-man show'.
Because it is simple, it is stable. So far, there are basically no problems in running it.
The only thing that needs to be mentioned is that after it became popular on a large scale, the previously idle and useless settings of 'Raising the Clouds' and 'Shattering the Void' were finally used.
At the top of "Jianghu", he has already understood the meaning of the sword.
And with Sword Intent, if you mess around in "Jianghu", even if you are a single player, you will be bullying other NPCs.
Therefore, they had to shatter the void, lift up the clouds, and enter the upper realm "Shu Mountain" to face a more grand and dangerous world.
Of course, in fact, at this point, they have awakened in reality, similar to what Elder Li of the outer sect has achieved.
But all the above will be retained. If they enter the upper realm "Shu Mountain" again, they will appear in the 'Novice Village' as ascendants.
They will inherit their original memories, but their skills and sword intent will be simulated according to actual conditions.
In this way, the long baby stage is gone, you can go directly to the topic, and the logic is smooth, which can avoid confusing and overlapping memories to the greatest extent.
Then there is the upper realm "Shu Mountain".
Well, this is what Mo Chengjun is most worried about.
Just before, the intertwined dreams of hundreds of people kept Mo Chengjun very busy.
They are "fanning people to light fires" everywhere, "saving lives and healing the wounded" everywhere, and "giving opportunities" everywhere. In fact, everyone is almost "smart".
At the end of the day, he was actually being chased by the 'Tiandao Master'. He was so chased that he had no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth, and he was forced to use the art of "false travel" to avoid disasters.
I just don’t know what kind of disaster the entire "Shushan" will be brought to if he is not around this year.
But it turns out that without Mo Chengjun as the 'big boss behind the scenes' stirring things up, the entire "Shu Mountain" has become a little more orderly.
People always yearn for order. Even if they are sleeping in a "dream" with all kinds of weird things, they still yearn for order subconsciously.
Nowadays, in Shushan, there is no such thing as a mortal country. All large and small immortal sects dominate their own land and confront each other, showing the situation of sects competing for hegemony.
The major sects, either because of love or hatred, or because of conflicts of interests, are constantly conquering each other.
And those who ascended were mixed up in each immortal sect.
Either practicing Taoism or fighting endlessly, in order to hone the sword's will and heart, so as to gain a chance to understand the magical power of the sword.
This situation is quite good, better than expected.
After filtering it out, Mo Chengjun finally relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.
Moreover, no matter how long it has been in the past year, it has finally been verified by time.
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The magic magic power can 'run' smoothly until now, just like those programmers editing programs. No matter how bad it is, as long as it can 'run', don't move it!
Mo Chengjun entered again and did not do the "shit stirrup" thing again. In fact, it was more to accelerate growth before.
Now, although the sect also needs it, he really doesn't have that free time.
The only thing he did was to observe those disciples with slightly extreme personalities. When they were about to fall into the devil's path, the old man who acted as a 'life mentor' saved them from their fall.
If you really think about it, there are very few people who are born with twisted personalities and are cold-blooded. At least 70% of illegal crimes are caused by hot-headedness and indifference when emotions arise.
If you give them another chance, take a look, how many people are still capable of killing them?
What Mo Chengjun has to do is to watch over those disciples when they make decisions.
If they give up on themselves and go to perdition, he has to be a beam of light in the darkness and lead them.
Moreover, the dreamland has its own rules, and Mo Chengjun does not even need to come forward in person. As long as arrangements are made in advance, an NPC will appear to solve the problem.
This doesn't take much time. It only takes about ten minutes to 'go online' before going to bed every day.
…
After spending several days, Mo Chengjun did some 'maintenance' and confirmed that the entire "Huang Liang Yi Meng" magical power was operating smoothly. Although there were some small 'bugs', it was already on the right track.
In the later stage, unless he needs help for starting a scientific research project or the like, Mo Chengjun no longer needs to soak in it every day.
As for this matter, he can already go to the Tianhen Sword Lord to report it.
What?
Are you asking if you need to make another trip just for this?
Haha, don’t you understand this? No matter which world, if you complete the tasks assigned by the leader, you must report them.
If you haven't finished it, then you have to report it even more. You can tell the facts or put up difficulties.
But if you don't report it, then you are ignorant and have to wear small shoes.
However, just when Mo Chengjun was about to visit the Star Hall again, this problem came up!
What Mo Chengjun didn't expect was that the problem was neither the secret realm of Qingcang Peak nor the magical power of "Huang Liang Yi Meng".
But a peach tree!
…
Mo Mansion, in the courtyard.
The moon and stars are sparse.
Mo Chengjun stood under the peach tree and saw two steps away, the entire peach tree was shaking violently.
The huge tree body and lush branches seemed to be under tremendous pressure, and they were trembling. The sound of the leaves rubbing together was like a low voice.
The afterglow of heaven and earth's inspiration appeared, and layers of ripples of brilliance spread outward until they dissipated dozens of steps away.
To be honest, Mo Chengjun already has twenty-one flat peach trees in the cave.
After being baptized by heaven and earth's inspiration nine times, no one is stronger and taller than the one from the Galaxy Sword Sect.
But some things really only take time to settle down.
At least, Mo Chengjun never felt such sufficient 'spirituality' in those twenty-one peach trees.
To put it simply, although they are full of vitality, their wisdom is shallow. It is a fact that the one in front of you is old, but it is also a fact that the tree will become mature with age.
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For example, now, although it cannot speak, a childish will is ringing in Mo Chengjun's ears. Naturally, it is not specific words, but it expresses its meaning clearly.
pain!
Yes, it is painful!
The peach tree is telling Mo Chengjun its pain!
But why is it painful?
He couldn't explain it clearly or understand it.
Mo Chengjun narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally stretched out his hand and pressed it directly on the tree. Then his consciousness reached out and came into contact with the immature will.
The next second.
Mo Chengjun only felt that he was in the boundless ocean, and there was only a small boat floating there with the ebb and flow of the tide.
Then, there seemed to be a wave coming from the distance. It was so fast that it almost submerged the small boat in just one breath.
And what about Mo Chengjun?
Without checking, he fell directly to the ground. He grabbed the side of the boat and tried hard to stabilize his body.
Then he discovered that the sea water in the boundless ocean was full of blood red, and there seemed to be countless vaguely swimming things in it, like big fish and deep sea monsters.
Just looking at it, I don’t know how much more there is!
…
With just a cup of tea, Mo Chengjun was shaken out of the illusion, took a few steps back, and sat down on his own lounge chair.
Slightly wiping the sweat from his forehead, Mo Chengjun recalled what he had just seen, seeming to have some enlightenment, but he could not find that glimmer of inspiration.
But when he raised his head and looked at the tree body that was shaking more and more violently, Mo Chengjun's eyes suddenly widened.
Without saying a word, he opened his mouth and vomited, the flying sword turned into a rainbow, wrapped around him and flew away into the sky.
After a while, they were at the foot of Qingcang Peak.
When Mo Chengjun landed, he was surrounded by a group of sword cultivators. There was no way he could do anything. The movement when he came was too great. It didn't feel like he came from the air, but like he was looking for trouble.
After all, his face was still recognizable. When he finally landed, the one-armed and blind old swordsman also arrived.
The two sides met, and before the old sword cultivator could speak, Mo Chengjun asked, "Did anything happen in this secret realm?"
The old swordsman was stunned, frowned slightly, and thought carefully for a moment before saying: "Is there nothing wrong?
I have always been here and nothing has changed. Master Mo, what's wrong with you? "
Mo Chengjun changed his question: "Are there many people who have entered 'online' during this period?"
Upon hearing this, the old sword cultivator's eyes lit up and he immediately said: "I just want to tell Master Mo that this third illusion world is really magical.
I have also gone in twice. It does not require as long online time as before, and it is mostly a wild place with monsters everywhere and many ferocious beasts. It is a good place to hone your swordsmanship, magical powers and accumulate experience in fighting skills.
The most important thing is that after death, people just wake up, and they can do it again and again. It's really magical. "
"so what?"
"Oh, the Immortal Ice Coffin is very full nowadays. I don't know how many people are in the queue. It's really like one person comes out with his front foot, and the other person goes in with his back foot."
The old sword cultivator said this, and also explained: "But Master Mo, don't worry, I have already reported it to the master, and with the master's permission, the Qitang has accelerated the refining of the immortal ice coffin.
By the way, just during the day, I just transported nearly five hundred more and used them all, but this is just..."
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"Wait!" Mo Chengjun interrupted the old sword cultivator's explanation and immediately asked: "What do you mean, are you loading 500 immortal ice coffins today?"
"yes!"
"No, it's only been a few days, how can the weapon refining hall be so fast?"
"Actually, most of them were cast before. It was just that the sect sent a large number of disciples abroad and there was no need for so many in the secret area, so it was shelved.
"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"
This time, it was all installed, not just refined in the past few days. "
"How many immortal ice coffins are there now?"
"Three thousand five hundred!"
The old sword cultivator finally noticed something was wrong with Mo Chengjun's expression and asked, "Master Mo, what's wrong with you?"
What's wrong?
What can happen?
The 'server' is going to explode!
After working on it for a long time, I found out that I had brought this matter to myself and no one else.
The next second, Mo Chengjun shouted: "Quick, quick, get everyone out, no more."
Less than half an hour later.
Mo Chengjun stood in his small courtyard, looking at the peach trees that had calmed down, and finally let out a long sigh of relief.
On the side, the handsome middle-aged uncle Hua Ye, the leader of the Galaxy Sword Sect, finally spoke. He asked: "Is this the peach tree that suffered, um, backlash?"
Backlash?
Well, you can also say that!
To be precise, there are too many people online at the same time, and the server is overloaded!
