System space, blacksmith shop.
A row of magic weapon spirits were pitifully lined up, practicing various formations and receiving emergency training...
They come in all shapes and sizes.
There are birds, beasts, people, things... There are so many kinds, it's like a collection of all the spiritual things in the world.
"Hey, why is this mysterious existence so hateful?"
"Yeah, some guys are beaten until they are dying and covered in bruises just because they move a little too slowly. It's really hateful."
"Alas, we were also the apples of our respective masters' hands before, and were loved and loved..."
"Well, the three of us have been in that dark storage magic weapon for hundreds of years. It's great to be able to come out to see the light and get some air this time."
Among a group of blue and purple magic weapons, only three are different and intact.
They are a green piano, a brown pen, and an ink landscape painting.
"Hmph, if you three hadn't been the first to grovel, you wouldn't have encouraged the arrogance of that mysterious existence and beat us at every turn. It wouldn't be enough to slow down..."
The brown pen was the first to speak in defense: "My dear friend, there is a saying in the book that those who know the current affairs are heroes, and good birds choose trees to roost in. Now that we are in Cao Ying, we can't be heartbroken. In Han, this is the only way to be thorough."
When the pen spoke, an invisible ripple passed through many weapon spirits.
"That makes some sense."
"It is said that a strict teacher produces a good disciple. It is said in the book that you sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in war, and shed no tears after war. Those beatings are actually the ardent love and care of the great sage. You are usually pampered and treated well by your master. It has not gone through severe training at all, and it is exactly what needs to be tempered by this great sage." Brown Bi shook his head and said.
"Well, what it said makes sense." The weapon spirits were deceived and were confused.
"We're just about to go to the battlefield. Will this temporary assault be useful?"
"This brother is of course useful. As the saying goes, sharpening a gun before battle is useless. If you make a surprise attack, you will naturally not get a perfect score, but you are sure to pass." Brown Bi continued to persuade.
A group of weapon spirits nodded one after another, feeling much less resentful at the moment.
Fang Ning was very surprised when she saw it from outside and praised her.
He said to the uncle: "What method did this brown pen use? It can actually deceive people better than me."
"Oh, this is its innate skill, 'Spring and Autumn Brushwork', which specializes in deception. The three magic weapons of piano, calligraphy, and painting, each have the same innate skill. What a waste of this great youth." The uncle said regretfully.
"I see, then I will get closer to it in the future." Fang Ning nodded.
"Don't even think about it. Don't even think about getting close to any of these weapon spirits." The uncle said quickly.
"Isn't it because you are stingy that you are afraid that good birds will choose trees to roost in?" Fang Ning said disdainfully.
"Who cares about you? I've been rehearsing for a while now, and then I'm going out to do some heavy work. Do whatever you're supposed to do..." The uncle started to chase Fang Ning away, telling him to leave his blacksmith shop quickly.
"Just go, wait, I, my head hurts..." Fang Ning covered his head and fell down on the bluestone of the system space.
"What's going on? Rich man, what's wrong with you?" the uncle asked with concern.
After a while, Fang Ning stood up, eyes without any focus, looking around confusedly.
"Where is this? Who am I? Are you calling me?" He said angrily, like a child who had just graduated from kindergarten for more than 20 years...
"Damn it, you really haven't lost your memory, have you?" The uncle seemed very puzzled, and it murmured to itself, "Impossible, I am God in this system space, how can the outside world reach out? Could it be it? By attaching a trace of law to these magic weapons, you were tricked just now?"
"I don't understand, can you explain it more clearly?" Fang Ning said still confused.
"Wait, let me check your mental state." The uncle said seriously.
Then the system prompt appears.
(The system begins to check the host's mental state.
The system discovered that part of the host's memory was blocked.
The system attempts to unblock...
If the release fails, trying again will consume an astronomical amount of experience points, and the system chooses to give up. )
"Well, as expected, you finally lost your memory..." The uncle suddenly said something, then immediately took it back and said hypocritically, "Hey, it's so difficult for a good person. But don't worry, I won't give up on you. After all, we are one and the same. Regardless of each other, what's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine. I will wait until the day you return to normal."
"I don't understand. I just feel that my head is very heavy. I want to rest first." Fang Ning said, covering his head.
"Well, don't you want to know who you are?" the uncle asked quickly.
"Then who am I? Who are you?" Fang Ning continued confused.
"Well, you and the guys inside are all my servants. Your name is Fang Ning. I am the master here, and my name is System. You can call me Lord Tong. You have just been plotted by the outside world and lost your memory. But It's okay, I will train you again and make sure you are better than before." The uncle said quickly.
"That sounds a bit strange. I always have a feeling that it should be the other way around..." Fang Ning hesitated.
"Look what you said, I have always been an honest system master, how could I lie to you? Come over and see, where you live and the snacks you eat are all from my salary. Of course I am the master." The uncle said confidently. road.
"Well, let's leave it to that. So Sir Tong, I want to go back to my place to rest now." Fang Ning accepted his fate.
"Well, seeing as you were injured today, let's stop going to work and start again tomorrow." The uncle said very kindly.
"Where do I live?"
"You keep walking forward until you reach the green house. That's where you live." The uncle enthusiastically pointed the way.
Fang Ning walked unsteadily along the bluestone road in the system space.
"Hey, why is there an Internet cafe here?" Fang Ning suddenly said with his eyes shining.
"Hiss..." The uncle was very horrified, "No, you have lost your memory. You don't even remember who you are. Why haven't you forgotten to go online?"
"Well, I just think this place is very stubborn and familiar in my memory. It's a beautiful place inside." Fang Ning explained.
"I see, it seems that our task of transforming you is still a long way to go. Remember, this Internet cafe is not a good place, it will only make people corrupt. You must study hard, make progress every day, and fight for my life for Lord Tong." ." The uncle said plausibly.
"Well, although I always feel a little strange, since it's you who give me food, it's only natural." Fang Ning nodded.
"Well, well, you still understand the truth very well. Then go back and rest first. I still have things to do." The uncle said excitedly.
So Fang Ning dove into the green lounge to sleep...
"Hahahaha, starting from today, I will turn over and become the master. It is best that this guy never regains his memory for the rest of his life..." the uncle said arrogantly.
A certain guy was fast asleep in the lounge.
… …
At this moment, the few people left outside had their eyes blurred, as if they had forgotten where they were.
"Where are you and who are you?" Qiao Zijiang asked strangely.
"I don't know, I just feel like I've forgotten something. However, you and this silly guy look so similar to me. Children, you two should be my descendants. Don't be afraid, I will protect you. ." Qiao Anping comforted.
Qiao Zishan was shot for no reason, and his face was stunned. He just said nothing and looked very confused.
The black robe watched coldly from the side, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face.
"No wonder the master asked me to come in. It turns out that he has known this level for a long time. I am not a real person, but the master's magic weapon, so the memory will not be lost."
He secretly thought in his heart that among normal people, he is the only one who has preserved all his memories. He can deceive everyone into working for him and easily seize this precious secret realm.
These original spiritual treasures were all confiscated by Knight A just now. They fell into his plan and could not alert their master.
In this case, it is really like a fish in water, and there are no hidden dangers.