I became an NPC in Wuxia Paradise

Chapter 58

At noon, in a tea shed next to the official road.

Now it's summer, under the scorching sun, even the cicadas on the trees are weak.

Wang Wei and Nightingale, who had left Yuxue Hall before dawn and had been on the way all morning, were sitting inside to take a rest from the heat.

The clothes of the two of them were not the black robes and black faces of Yu Xuedian, this was what Yehuang requested.

Said that going to Changping this time was considered a secret, and worried that the black robe would be a little conspicuous and would attract the attention of Zhao Kuo and others, so they just changed their appearances.

The current Nightingale looked seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a finely crafted light green skirt, she looked like a rich lady who went out to play.

Wang Wei, on the other hand, has a beard on his face and is wearing a strong suit with a sword hanging on his waist, like a guard guarding the young lady.

His reward in Zhao country is still there, if the change on his face is not too big, it is hard to say that no one will notice it.

After taking a sip of tea, Wang Wei pretended to be nonchalant, and asked casually, "Miss, what do you think of Zhao Kuo?"

In the morning, Nightingale was in a hurry, and he had no chance to ask. Now that he had a rest, he was finally able to ask.

"Zhao Kuo?"

Nightingale thought for a while and said, "It's not bad, at least it's much better than Zhao Yuancheng, the emperor who only knows how to eat, drink and play."

"I heard that he also studied under Lian Po and learned a lot of his skills in leading soldiers in battle. Many times, even Lian Po can't beat him, and he is praised as a handsome man."

"What do you ask for this?"

Nightingale looked at Ye Xiao suspiciously, and at the same time, she was thinking, is this another reminder?

"Oh, it's nothing, I just don't know him well, thinking that since I want to deal with him, I just ask casually."

After Wang Wei finished speaking, he turned his head and greeted the yawning boy who was standing not far away: "Xiaoer, have another pot of tea!"

Judging from his appearance, it seemed that he was really chatting, so Nightingale didn't continue to ask any more questions.

But in fact, Wang Wei's heart at the moment is far less casual than the surface.

"What military leadership skills did Zhao Kuo learn from Lian Po?"

Wang Wei didn't know what to say about this.

In Wang Wei's memory, Zhao Kuo should have learned these things from his father whose name he can't remember. How did he become a follower of Lian Po here?
First, his identity became the eighth prince, and now there is such a thing...

He suddenly felt a little strange about this Changping battle.

Although Wang Wei can understand this change.

Now that the identity has changed, it is true that we can't still follow the history to learn from Dad, what can we teach with Zhao Yuancheng like that?
Tell Zhao Kuo how to use the oil of the Western Regions? "

Thinking of that night in the palace, seeing Zhao Yuancheng excited when he heard that Yang Ye praised the oil for its usefulness, a picture suddenly appeared in Wang Wei's mind.

Zhao Kuo, who received the true biography of Zhao Yuancheng, took several carts of oil to the Battle of Changping, and then used trebuchets to throw it into the camp of Qin.

The Qin soldiers who were soaked by the divine oil could no longer control themselves...

"kindness?"

Wang Wei thought about it for a while, and felt that this method seemed to be good. The ancients said, you can win without fighting.

But if it really happened, the picture would be a bit dirty.

"Hey, the traveler who is in charge of writing the plot for this paradise, has not learned all the history, is he writing the plot indiscriminately?"

"Also, did the local aborigines join in and add some other changes?"

This was an inference he drew after reviewing Wei Yunxiao's memory last night.

In Wei Yunxiao's memory, he is familiar with the names of sects in this Jianghu, such as Shaolin Wudang, Beggar Gang Huashan and so on.

But at the same time, there were a lot of things he couldn't figure out.

For example, Zhang Songxi is the head of Wudang.

It sounds like the fourth child among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, and it's not unusual to be the head of Wudang.

But the problem is that apart from Zhang Songxi, the other six, even Zhang Sanfeng, did not appear in the background of the rivers and lakes set up by this paradise.

Zhang Songxi is a completely independent existence, and appeared as the founder of Wudang School.

There is also the Beggar Gang, whose leader is not Hong Qigong Qiao Feng, but Wu Zixu!
He is not unfamiliar with this person's name, but it is because of this that Wang Wei is even more inexplicable.

In my memory, Wu Zixu was a man in the late Spring and Autumn Period, and he was still a scholar-bureaucrat.

Now it's the Warring States Period, why is this person still alive? The key identity gap is too big, right?

"If it's really a plot written by a mix of traversers and natives, then..."

Wang Wei only thinks that one is the first three big.

I thought that by relying on the foresight of the plot, I could advance without thinking and take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune silently, but the reality is always cruel.

"Senior of the time traveler, why can't you be a plot master, director of screenwriting, etc. in the paradise."

"This plot is specious, and it's a bit of a pitfall for me, a fellow."

Wang Wei thought so in his heart, but he was just complaining. It was because his initial expectations were too high, and the gap was a bit big.

He also knew that life in any world would not be as easy as written in the book. It would be great for the first person to become a screenwriter.

"Fortunately, I know the big picture, which at least allows me to predict the plot to a certain extent. It's always better than knowing nothing at all."

Wang Wei comforted himself, then thought of another question, and asked, "Miss, Zhao Kuo, has he ever been on a battlefield?"

He just thought that the plot would unfold according to what he was familiar with before, but now he is not so sure, it is better to ask more quickly.

Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle, right?

"On the battlefield?"

Nightingale recalled for a while and said, "I don't remember, what's wrong?"

"No?"

Wang Wei breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that.

In the Battle of Changping, Zhao Kuo's point is one of the keys to victory or defeat.

Now it seems that there is some conflict between the plot setting and the content in his memory, but the key points are still the same.

"It's all the same, so the changes in the plot shouldn't make a big difference, right?"

Wang Wei thinks so, but he is not sure about it now, so it is better to pay more attention.

"I don't know if everything goes well and Zhao Guo defeats Qin, what can I get? Martial arts? Money? Status?"

Wang Wei is not interested in the latter two, and they are of no use to him. He only wants martial arts cheats now.

But as two armies fighting, even if there is martial arts, it is at most just the same set of swordsmanship and gunsmanship that the army trains soldiers.

This kind of kung fu can allow ordinary people to have the ability to kill the enemy on the battlefield, but in the eyes of martial arts people, it is completely unpopular three-legged cat kung fu.Not much value at all.

"Well, for such a big national war, there should be quite a few players coming to join in the fun."

"It would be great if there is a peerless master or something. Even if I can't beat you, I can use Zhao's 40 troops to consume you to death..."

"Oh, yes, there are also players! If they interfere, it will have a great impact on the plot!"

Wang Wei suddenly thought that if there were players from the Qin State doing something, such as assassinating Zhao Kuo or something.

The direction of the plot will completely go beyond what he knows, and enter an unknown field.

"It seems that I still need to find a way to protect Zhao Kuo from death."

Wang Wei held the teacup in his right hand and shook it gently, thinking about how he could let Zhao Guo win.

At the same time, it can keep Zhao Kuo alive, at least alive before defeating Qin.

He knew that there was Yang Ye behind Zhao Kuo, and after everything was over, this person had to be killed, so that Yang Ye's ambitions could be disrupted, and it could be regarded as tabloid revenge for the palace that night.

"The Battle of Changping..."

Wang Wei began to recall the details of the Battle of Changping that he knew and the points that needed attention.

To be honest, he didn't remember much, just vague and fragmented memories.

This is also normal, he is not a historian, let alone think that he will have a day to travel, so how could he deliberately remember these things?
If it weren't for these memories being his only advantage at present, even calling it a golden finger, Wang Weicai would not bother to recall these contents.

I didn't think anything of it when I read online articles before. Those people were ordinary people before time travel, but when they arrived in the other world, they were either great writers who could speak well, or they were very capable and known as Lu Ban's living existence.

He also found this content very cool.

But actually?
Except for top academics in liberal arts and sciences, or with the support of corresponding systems, can anyone else really remember so much? Wang Wei can't do it anyway.

The ratio of gunpowder?
He knew that one material was sulfur.

Three hundred Tang poems and Song lyrics?
He still can't stumble, and what he has memorized completely is the goose goose, singing to the sky.

"Knowledge is power. This sentence is true. I regret that I should study less!"

Wang Wei sighed deeply. He felt that as long as he could leave the paradise alive, he must study more and work hard to be a top student.

Not to mention anything else, at least it won't be like he is now, who has a chance to rely on being called a golden finger, but he is embarrassed because he can't remember clearly!
"Miss, I'll come as soon as I go."

Wang Wei thought for a while, then put down the tea cup in his hand and pointed to the dense forest behind the tea shed to Nightingale.

That means that you have drunk too much tea and you need to relieve yourself.

Nightingale nodded and said, "Go back quickly. It's time for us to continue on our way."

Wang Wei responded, got up and went into the woods.

Neither of them noticed that a tea stem stood up in the cup of tea that Wang Wei put down.

(End of this chapter)