What do you mean the game swordsman I controlled has come back to life?

Lu Li looked around at the surroundings: rivers and boats.

The NPC said he was demoted and sent to a lower-ranking official position.

Now that the conditions are met, it's up to me to do it.

Lu Li was full of confidence and switched to the desktop to open AI.

The game "Sword Immortal" is a test game, so there are no walkthroughs online. However, the solution provided is to solve a puzzle involving copying poems, which is easy.

The game's designers seem to have considered how to easily solve puzzles for first-time players.

"Fellow Daoist Qingwu, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Yu asked, puzzled as he looked at Yue Qingwu, who was standing there in a daze.

He then stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Yue Qingwu, but there was still no reaction.

"alright!"

The voice of Senior Li echoed in Yue Qingwu's mind.

Then paper and pen appeared in her hand.

The paper remained suspended in mid-air as Yue Qingwu wielded a brush and began to write.

A golden goblet of fine wine costs ten thousand coins, and a jade plate of delicacies is worth ten thousand coins.

I stopped drinking and eating, and when I drew my sword, I looked around in bewilderment.

The Yellow River is blocked by ice, and the Taihang Mountains are covered in snow.

In my leisure time, I fish on the green stream, and suddenly I dream of sailing to the edge of the sun.

The road is hard, the road is hard, there are many forks in the road, where am I now?

There will be times when the wind and waves will be strong, and we will set sail to cross the vast ocean.

Jiang Yu initially watched out of curiosity, but his pupils contracted slightly when he read the first sentence.

Upon seeing the line "He drew his sword and looked around, feeling lost and bewildered," he unconsciously held his breath.

When the last two lines, "There will be times when the wind and waves will be strong, and the sails will be hoisted to cross the vast ocean," leap off the page...

He shuddered violently, threw himself at the paper, and held his hands up in a daze:

"This, this is really..."

His voice trembled, and his eyes blazed with fanaticism.

"A single line of wine from a golden goblet, worth ten thousand coins, conjures up the image of a lavish feast! Yet, to stop drinking, to throw down chopsticks, to draw a sword—what a profound sense of indignation, what a desolate state of mind! In the face of utter despair, fishing on a green stream, sailing a boat, dreaming of the sun—a thought that subtly hints at a life of seclusion and seeking immortality—but in the end…"

He suddenly looked up and stared intently at Yue Qingwu:

"Sailing straight ahead against the wind and waves, what a magnificent spirit that breaks through heaven and earth! This is more than just poetry; it clearly captures the full extent of Mr. Lu Jiusi's life's hardships and his lofty ambitions!"

River fish are incomparable

"Fellow Daoist Qingwu, with this poem in hand, you will surely be able to obtain the Book of Words!"

He suddenly remembered something, and his eyes burned with intensity.

"Fellow Daoist! Could you compose a poem for me as well? Spirit stones, magical treasures, Confucian classics—whatever you desire, I'll give you everything I have!"

Jiang Yu desperately wanted to make a name for himself in history; his eyes were filled with longing.

"Well, let's talk about it another time," Yue Qingwu said vaguely.

It seems the mystery has been solved.

Seeing this, Lu Li let go of his hands and continued watching the plot.

And you know what? This NPC really is like a Confucian disciple, yearning for fame.

Li Bai's poems are indeed the most useful.

As expected, Li Bai's move was a complete rout.

Everything else is just pretentious.

Hmm? This is the Confucian school. These NPCs all want to become famous for their poetry, and are even willing to pay money to do so. Could I copy poems and sell them to the Confucian school to make a fortune?

Lu Li seems to have discovered another way to make money.

This game has quite a few ways to play.

Basically, if players want to earn in-game currency, they either have to rob it, use the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow, or honestly do quests to farm money. These are the only ways.

Perhaps we could add another one: business.

However, the Sword Immortal game is different; it actually allows players to make money by copying poems.

And it looks like he's making quite a bit of money.

It seems absurd, but it fits players' stereotypical view of Confucianism.

Lu Li guessed that each map probably had a unique way of making money.

He could get resources for free by relying on reputation within the Shangqing Sword Sect, and here he could also get resources for free by relying on poetry.

The gameplay is quite novel.

Wait, Confucianism? Are there any NPCs with pretty Confucian professions?

Can I copy poems to gain favorability points for free?

That seems possible. After all, scholars in ancient times had no money, and they relied on their words to frequent brothels.

I'll give it a try if I get the chance, but I don't know if the game has upgraded this gameplay yet.

Inside the boat.

Lu Jiusi and his friend raised their glasses for a drink, but he wasn't in a very good mood.

"Nine Thoughts, don't take it too seriously. As long as our hearts remain for the people, we will find the way sooner or later."

Xie Wenzheng patted his friend on the shoulder.

They've been ostracized from Confucianism for a long time, yet they're still doing just fine.

"Wenzheng, I'm worried about Yunhai County. That's where the Imperial Academy and the royal family enforce their laws and regulations."

If they succeed, our Confucian school will truly have no chance of recovery.

You also know that this time it's the royal family of the Nine Cauldrons Dynasty who want the world to know...

The laws of Heaven are better than the original laws, and my Yunshan County is a demonstration to the world that the new laws will not be implemented.

This is a battle for prestige.

"This is utter bullshit about the laws of nature. It treats people like sheep to be herded. Everyone's life, from birth to death, is predictable. If you're a farmer, your descendants will always be farmers."

Xie Wenzheng cursed.

"The road ahead is difficult," Lu Jiusi sighed.

"What can we do? Since the royal family has made its move, we Confucian scholars must respond accordingly," Xie Wenzheng said.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. I wrote a poem to say goodbye to you, so you have to cheer up."

"Oh? You, who call yourself the 'Poetry Ghost,' whose words are worth a fortune, are you finally willing to give me one this time?"

Lu Jiusi joked. However, he was still very interested in what kind of poem Xie Wenzheng would give him.

Who wouldn't want to be remembered in history? Becoming famous would be beneficial to both parties.

As long as I can govern Yunshan County better than Yunhai County, I can lead the Confucian school to win back a city.

"I'm never stingy with poetry for my friends." Xie Wenzheng laughed heartily, and a pen and paper appeared in his hand as he began to write.

......

"What beautiful poetry!" Lu Jiusi exclaimed, holding the paper.

"I have to frame it." As he finished speaking, the paper was framed in an antique wooden frame.

The unique methods and techniques of Confucianism are such that words become law.

"Alas, it's just so-so. I, Jiu Si, am too inexperienced to write poems of the caliber of 'Approaching Wine'," Xie Wenzheng said.

Speaking of this, he was also amazed by the author of "Approaching Wine," saying that he was astonished by the poem upon first reading it.

I've always wanted to get to know this great talent and exchange ideas about poetry.

"Yes, I asked Jiang Yu and he said he's a disciple of the Shangqing Sword Sect. It's a pity. It would be so much better if he were a Confucian disciple. We must take him under our wing."

Lu Jiusi was helpless. How could such a promising Confucian genius be taken away by the entire Shangqing Sword Sect, a sect known for its ruthless and ruthless nature?

"Master Jiusi, Jiang Yu has brought people to request an audience and to obtain the Book of Establishing Words," a young boy said as he entered.

"Jiang Yu, I believe you are a disciple of my student. I am not receiving guests today, as I am entertaining friends."

Lu Jiusi waved to his students.

"Mr. Jiusi, Jiang Yu said he brought the author of 'Near Wine' and a poem specially for you."

"That's what the boy said."

"Hmm? The author of 'Approaching Wine'?" Lu Jiusi took the paper handed to him by the boy; the ink on it was still wet, indicating that it hadn't been written on for long.

Lu Jiusi opened it and looked at it, and Xie Wenzheng also looked up.

With just one glance, both of their eyes widened and shone with an extremely bright light.

"I can neither drink nor eat, I draw my sword and look around, my heart filled with despair. How utterly alone I am!"

Lu Jiusi stared intently at the last two sentences, his Adam's apple bobbing, and his eyes even faintly reddening:

"There will be times when the wind will break the waves, and I will set sail to cross the vast ocean."

He repeated the words in a low voice, each one seemingly ground out from his chest:

"This is not a poem; it is clearly a path opened up for me, Lu Jiusi, and for all the trapped Confucian scholars in the world!"

Lu Jiusi took a deep breath and turned around abruptly.

"Please come quickly! No, I'll go to greet you myself!"

At this moment, the river wind outside the boat is strong, as if there is an invisible sail rising slowly amidst the sound of poetry, pointing straight to the vast sea.