In-house help system

"I have read the information you reported a few days ago."

The professor pushed open the door of the office and placed a stack of documents on the desk.

"So? What do you think?" Ji Wenliang followed behind and asked anxiously.

Facing his questioning, the professor calmly picked up the teacup and leaned back against the black leather chair. Just as his lips touched the rim of the cup, he realized that it was empty. He got up and went to the water dispenser to fill up a glass of water. , back to the table.

After taking a steady sip, he said: "Wen Liang, you know our rules. In principle, if you come back here from another world, no matter whether you choose to keep your memory or clear your memory, you must rest for more than three months before continuing to work. You know Why?"

Ji Wenliang nodded.

Playing a character for a lifetime, living in the world of that character, contacting the people around that character, doing what that character does, who dares to say that he won’t get into the play?The memory overlap of several worlds will inevitably cause confusion and affect normal life. Because of this, most people will choose to clear the memory in the mission world when they return to the original world.

But even so, in a short period of time, there will be sporadic residues in the subconscious.

These three months are the buffer time.

"The last time it was an emergency, we had no choice but to send you there. You must not mess around this time. You need to rest for three months, no, at least six months," the professor said, as if he suddenly remembered something, " By the way, I heard that you are unwilling to clear the memories of these worlds? This will affect you too much, I suggest you think again."

"But, the protagonist in these three worlds is one person, I..."

"I know I know," the professor interrupted him, "Your report was very detailed. But to be precise, you didn't change the plot."

"What?" Ji Wenliang didn't understand.

"The most natural state in the universe is disorder, just like this room," the professor spread his hands, "it looks very clean now, but if you don't clean it up, it will become very messy here in a short time. Everything in the world is separated Without opening up the universe, our world and their world are also like this, and in the end, they will all go to the most natural state-disorder, and disorder means the collapse of mountains and the raging of rivers, which is destruction."

"But there is another force that prevents this disorder, and this force is the rules. Books should be placed on the shelf, and pens should be placed in the pen holder... All things have rules. Plants bloom in spring and bear fruit in autumn; Snakes eat mice, birds eat fish and insects; crimes are punished, and good deeds are rewarded... As long as the rules are followed, disorder will become order, and the world will not be destroyed. You know what the biggest rules of these worlds are ?”

"Story." Ji Wenliang replied thoughtfully.

The professor nodded, "That's right, it's the plot, so when an accident happens to a key character and the plot cannot be maintained, the world will quickly move into a state of disorder. The plot is the biggest rule, but under it there are small rules, small rules There are even smaller rules underneath... This is a huge network of rules, if a spider thread is broken, will the whole network be broken?"

"In other words, what I broke was only a rule that was so small that it could be ignored, and it didn't affect the plot at all?"

"This is only one aspect." The professor pointed out, and continued, "In addition, the rules can also complement each other."

Just like the plot where Ji Wenliang always follows the heroine...

"But teacher, I still don't understand. In the three worlds, the person I meet is basically the same person."

"Wen Liang," the professor looked up at him, "I said, what you need most is rest—"

"But, I think—" Ji Wenliang wanted to refute.

"No, but, and I don't think so. What we want is data. There is no data to show that the protagonists are all alone. Intuition cannot be used as evidence."

Ji Wenliang understood that the professor felt that there was something wrong in his heart and thought it was just his illusion.

At this time, the email notification sounded, and the professor glanced at the computer and clicked on it.

It's a psychological test report.

He pushed his glasses a little, his expression a little uncomfortable.

"Wen Liang, why did you send me this?"

"Teacher, this report can prove that there is nothing wrong with my psychology. I know that this is not an illusion. The protagonist of the three worlds is one person. Our research has not made any progress for so many years. Isn't this a breakthrough point?"

The professor lowered his head, thought for a while, and finally said, "Let me think about it."

A few days later, Ji Wenliang received a call that the professor wanted to have an interview with him.

"I thought about it last time. Although there is no data that directly shows that the protagonist is a person, there is a strange phenomenon in these three worlds, that is, they all chose you."

Ji Wenliang's face flushed slightly.

The professor really seemed to be studying a scientific problem, and continued: "I need to determine whether this is an accidental phenomenon or whether there is a correlation. Therefore, I have an idea that you can enter the next world, but you need to clear your memory."

"Clear memory? Before entering the next world, don't we all have to clear the memory in the previous mission world?"

"No, what I'm talking about is not the memory in the mission world, but the memory here," the professor pointed the table and explained, "If in the world you experience, the protagonist chooses you, then the protagonist is a person The probability is much higher than the probability of multiple individuals. But the residual memory in your body will interfere with the experiment, it will induce you to pay too much attention to the protagonist, and the protagonist will pay too much attention to you.”

Just like when entering the second world, Ji Wenliang will feel very familiar with the protagonist's face, and when getting along with him, he will naturally have different feelings, and this "different" will serve as an influence Applying it to the protagonist may cause the protagonist's behavior to deviate.In the third world, due to special reasons, Ji Wenliang completely retained his previous memories, and the impact was even greater.

"You mean, let me truly become a person in that world and exclude the interference of this influence?"

The professor nodded, "The current technology can fully realize it."

"But, in this case, I can't know the plot...and what about the system?"

"You don't need to worry about this," the professor waved his hand, "The system can increase the stability rate of the world according to the system prompts. The principle is very simple, because the system itself is a kind of rule, and it is like a plaster, which can make up for the rule loopholes caused by key people's accidents." , in the new world, it will appear in another form."

"Then...without knowing it, will I make a mistake and lead to the destruction of the world?" Ji Wenliang was a little worried.

The professor's eyes fell on Ji Wenliang's face.

I haven't seen him for a long time. His student has become much calmer than before. This may be the result of training in multiple worlds, but no matter what, his character background has never changed. No matter what, just leave it to him. He always wants to complete it perfectly, but he doesn't know that being too serious is also an extreme.

"Wenliang," the professor sighed, and said in a soft voice, "You have to know that the world we entered is itself a broken world, a world that is heading for destruction, and what we can do is try our best to make it better. Even if we fail, we don’t need and shouldn’t bear this responsibility. If we take too many burdens on ourselves, we will live a very tiring life.”

Ji Wenliang hesitated for a moment, and obeyed the professor's arrangement.

There are two major forces in Wulin, one is the Twelve Cults headed by Qianshujiao, and the other is the Wulin League led by Bishuizhuang.

There is another Qiyun Palace in the south of the Yangtze River. The previous owners of the palace are obsessed with medical skills and don't care about world affairs. Their medical clinics are spread all over the world, and they are quite strong.People in the martial arts said with a smile, Qianshu and Bishui, whoever wins Qiyun Palace wins the world.

In March of Yangchun, the sunlight is clear, reflecting on the glazed tiles with copper bells, weeping willows are shyly spitting out buds, and the gurgling water is accompanied by the crisp and gentle singing of kingfishers, which sets off the rare silence in the palace.

In an instant, the sound of fine footsteps accompanied by noise came from a distance.

"Brother, I'm back! Why don't you come out to pick me up? See what good things I brought you?"

Walking in front was a young girl, wearing a pomegranate-colored gauze skirt, with a silver feather-shaped badge tied around her waist, and down feathers engraved on it, as thin as hair, with distinct roots, as if fluttering in the wind, with a lifelike image.

"Hey, second palace master, please keep your voice down, it's early in the morning," the servant in green clothes and a wooden feather badge tied around his waist lowered his voice, and rushed forward to stop her in three steps at a time, "Palace master He trained his mentor and younger brother yesterday, and studied medical books until late, so you can let him sleep a little longer."

"The trainer can just find someone with a copper feather, and you dare to bother the senior brother? Why didn't he remind me when he was studying medical books so late? Why did you come here to question me? Are you blaming me?"

She speaks eloquently, and is used to being arrogant in the palace. When she stared at her eyes, her aura increased by three points. The waiter was a little scared. In addition, the hat was buckled one after another and hit her head heavily. She felt dizzy. With a dazed effort, the second palace lord arrived at the door.

"Master—" Before he touched the door, his arm was clamped by a strong hand.

Looking up along the black sleeves, his eyes touched half of his face covered with red birthmarks and knife marks, and his eyes suddenly widened even more.

"Okay, you don't even have a feather badge, how dare you stop me?"

Hearing the word feather card, the man in black showed hesitation, but he still refused to let go.

The woman became even angrier.

"Bold! See if I—"

"Jing Yuan, you are messing around again."

The sound of stopping came from the house, clear and gentle, soft and soothing, like jade and stone hitting each other, although there was a sense of reproach, it unexpectedly made people feel at ease.

Zhan Jingyuan said happily: "Brother, are you up yet? I have a treasure for you."

The rustling of the clothes was barely audible, and after a while, the room answered, "Xiao Jiu, let him in."

Only then did the man in black known as Xiao Jiu loosen Zhan Jingyuan's wrist.

Zhan Jingyuan raised her chin and snorted at him, pushed him away, and walked into the room.

"Why are you so rude to Xiao Jiu every time?"

There is a landscape painting screen in the southwest of the bedroom, and a man dressed in a moon-white dress walks out from behind. He has an elegant temperament, elegant and elegant, probably because of the fresh wash, water drops are on the raised eyelashes, and they are half-fallen. People can't help but want to reach out and brush it away, fearing that they will desecrate the beauty.

The untied black hair was spread straight on the back, making her face white as jade.

At this scene, even Zhan Jingyuan, who grew up with the man, was stunned. After a while, she pulled her brother to sit down, stood behind her, held a strand of blue silk from each side, and picked up the white silk on the table. Belt, tied a knot skillfully, and cut his hair for him.

The two are as close as brothers and sisters, so naturally there are no taboos.

After Zhan Jingyuan finished all this, she pouted and said, "That Xiaojiu, who is obviously a good relationship with me, is so close to senior brother, just now she tried to stop me at the door, so she clearly didn't put me, the second palace lord, on the doorstep. In my eyes, it’s not because of my brother’s love!”

What she said "make good fortune" means to cure diseases and save lives.

Zhan Jingyuan had been weak and sick until she was ten years old. The fortune teller told her that her fate was very difficult, and only saving people could solve the disaster. She often ran out of the palace to see a doctor, and from time to time, she would pick up some unconscious passers-by. It is said to "make a good relationship".

Unexpectedly, this method really worked, and her body was much better than before.

This Xiaojiu was a good relationship last year. Ji Wenliang still remembered that he was covered in sword marks at that time, and if it was later, his life might not be guaranteed.

It's a pity that the injury on his left foot has not been healed, and he still can't speak, but his martial arts are good, so Ji Wenliang left him to do odd jobs.

"What did you say? Xiao Jiu stayed in the palace to pay back the consultation fee. If you want, how about letting him come to you?"

"I don't want it!" Zhan Jingyuan refused without thinking, "Ugly, lame and dumb——"

"Zhan Jingyuan." Ji Wenliang frowned disapprovingly, and cut off her words in a deep voice, "After Master left, you really became more and more embarrassing."

When this was mentioned, Zhan Jingyuan was even more aggrieved.

"Senior brother, what are you talking about? Master has been gone for two years, and there is no news at all. What are you talking about looking for the successor of the golden feather? I can't wear this golden feather. Senior brother, can you still wear it?"

The Qiyun Palace is strictly hierarchical, divided into five levels: golden feather, silver feather, copper feather, iron feather, and wooden feather. Only those who wear the golden feather can sit on the throne of the palace master.

What Ji Wenliang wears is a silver feather, but it is only acting as the Palace Master.

"Presumptuous!" He slapped the table and said angrily, "It's really lawless to dare to question Master's decision now."

His eyes darkened, and he covered his stinging heart.

Seeing that he was really angry, Zhan Jingyuan quickly poured tea for him and said, "Senior brother, don't be angry, I just don't talk about it in the future."

Ji Wenliang regained his composure, saw her looking at him helplessly, with a pitiful look, and said, "Did you say you have something to give me?"

Zhan Jingyuan carefully recognized his expression, and seeing that he was not so angry, said: "Yes, I have something to give to senior brother."

After saying that, like offering a treasure, he took out a red rope from his bosom, raised his wrist, and tied the red rope.

Ji Wenliang asked suspiciously: "What are you doing with this red rope?"

"This is not an ordinary red rope," Zhan Jingyuan bit into words, "This is blessed by the snake essence, no, the fairy energy of the snake fairy."

Ji Wenliang raised his eyebrows, letting her shake her head and talk nonsense.

A few days ago, Zhan Jingyuan was walking in the mountains, and suddenly met a Taoist priest with white beard and white hair, with a fairy-like appearance, and the most important thing was that there was a white snake as thick as a finger curled around his arm.

The whole body of this snake was snow-white, only the eyes were light pink, very majestic and beautiful, Zhan Jingyuan asked him where he caught this snake.

The Taoist swept Zhan Jingyuan up and down, but replied very patiently, the snake was not caught, but the snake fairy he made an offering to.

Zhan Jingyuan Dao is really nonsense, how can there be any fairy in this world?

Seeing that she didn't believe her, the Taoist said that the snake fairy has immortal energy all over his body, which can purify the disease.

"Then... why did the snake fairy give you fairy energy for nothing?"

The Taoist said that there is no need for wine or meat to enshrine this snake fairy, but only white money.

"You said this snake eats money? You're not lying to me, are you?"

The Taoist blew his beard and stared at him, "Why did the poor Taoist lie to you, a yellow-mouthed kid?"

After that, he took out a piece of broken silver from his bosom and put it in the palm of his hand.

The white snake really crawled towards it lazily, stretching out its scarlet long snake and rolling the broken silver into its mouth.

There really is such a thing in the world!Zhan was startled and Yuan Daqi wanted to touch the snake's head.

Who knew that Shi turned his body away from Zhan Jingyuan's hand, ignored her, and strode forward.

"Hey! Taoist priest, where are you going?"

"Pindao has something to deal with, so don't waste your time with you girl."

Zhan Jingyuan caught up with him, "What's the matter with you, tell me, maybe I can help you."

The Taoist seemed to be in disbelief, glanced at her, and continued walking forward.

Zhan Jingyuan didn't agree this time, and chased him relentlessly.

The Taoist had no choice but to explain: "I'm going to Dongshi, and the city gate will be closed later."

"To Dongshi? What are you going to do in Dongshi?"

"Selling snakes."

"Snake for sale?" Zhan Jingyuan said in surprise, "This...such a beautiful snake can also purify diseases and obstacles, why do you want to sell it?"

The Taoist sighed.

"Although the snake fairy can cure all kinds of diseases, it needs to be enshrined in silver every day. I am an old man, where do I get so much money? If there is no money, the snake fairy will leave sooner or later. It is better to sell it now for a good price."

Zhan Jingyuan hesitated for a moment, then said: "Can this snake really cure all diseases?"

"Although you can, but whether you can keep the snake fairy or not is another matter."

"What do you mean?"

"The snake fairy is a fairy after all, and you have to pay attention to the fairy fate. If you don't have a relationship with it, if you buy it, it will leave by itself."

Zhan Jingyuan thought for a while and asked, "Then how much is this snake fairy?"

The Taoist said a number.

Hmm...it doesn't seem to be expensive, it's just the consultation fee for a few patients, but what if the Snake Fairy misses me and runs away?

Seeing her hesitation, the Taoist flicked his long sleeves and said, "Forget it, you don't look like someone who can afford the price."

"Who... who said I can't afford it?" Zhan Jingyuan held him back and said boldly, "I bought it!"

"Have you thought about it? Don't blame me if this snake fairy leaves."

"Don't complain!"

Seeing that she was so forthright, the Taoist handed him a linen bag.

"Little girl, you don't look like you are plagued by illness, why did you buy a snake fairy?"

Zhan Jingyuan happily put the snake into her pocket, and replied: "I bought it for my brother, he is not in good health."

The Taoist sighed thoughtfully, and said, "If the Snake Immortal leaves, wouldn't your elder brother be cured of his illness?"

"Always give it a try, and if it doesn't work, try again."

At this moment, the Taoist stopped Zhan Jingyuan, who was about to leave, and took out a red string, saying that the red string was attached to the snake fairy's seven inches every day, and it condensed a lot of fairy energy. It is around, but it also has some utility, and the price is not expensive, only one-tenth of this snake.

Zhan Jingyuan heard that it was indeed not expensive, so she bought it together.

"So this is the red rope that gathers immortal energy?" Ji Wenliang asked.

"En." Zhan Jingyuan nodded innocently.

"What about the white snake?"

Zhan Jingyuan showed regret.

"I got the Snake Fairy, and hurried back all the way, afraid that it would leave, and threw a few pieces of silver in my pocket, but I slept in the inn, and when I woke up, I found that the Snake Fairy had gone."

Ji Wenliang endured it and said, "Where's the money in your pocket?"

"The silver is gone, it should be eaten by the snake fairy." Zhan Jingyuan straightened the hem of her skirt.

What snake fairy?Presumably it was domesticated by the fake Taoist priest, and it was specially used to cheat money.

"Senior brother, what's wrong with you," Zhan Jingyuan saw that his expression was not right, and tugged at his sleeve, "Did I do something wrong again?"

When mentioning her own illness, Zhan Jingyuan is always so sensitive. Ji Wenliang couldn't bear her worry, and smiled and comforted her: "I said that I felt chest tightness when I woke up this morning. Why did I feel better after wearing this red string? Something happened."

"Really? Is this red string really effective?" Zhan Jingyuan showed joy.

"It seems to be useful now."

"That's great! When we find—"

Speaking of this, he was suddenly interrupted, and a man with a bronze feather around his waist ran in hastily.

"Not good! Not good!"

Zhan Jingyuan saw his face clearly, and said in shock: "What's wrong? Wu Qing, didn't I let you look at my new relationship? Why did you come here?"

Wu Qing gasped and said: "That's right, there is something wrong with the good fate of the Second Palace Master, people, if people fail, Palace Master, Second Palace Master, go and have a look."

"What? How could this be?" Ji Wenliang stood up abruptly.

"me……"

Seeing him hesitating, Ji Wenliang couldn't explain why, and said anxiously: "It's important to save people, take me to see it quickly."

The author has something to say:

A super long chapter, but two chapters cannot be separated.

The pace of the previous world was relatively slow, and this world wants to try a faster pace.