Rich and powerful...
In 108 AD, the first great elder of Kyushu Kingdom, Xiaohao, passed away in Baoshan, Dijing, after leaving behind twenty-four words.
History books say that when he joined the army, he had nothing but youth; when he left, he had nothing but a legend! That day, the heavens wept, and the whole country mourned. If there is anyone in this world who deserves to be called a hero, it must be this old man who dared to fight against the world.
Ding, the host's projection in the 'Zhan Tong' world has died, survival time 108 years, reward experience points 108, current system level 2 (254/300)
The skills that can be inherited from me (the trumpet) are as follows. Please select (no limit on the number, duplicates will not be written, only new skills will be written) Cultivation (total amount of innate Qi): 90 years
Skills: Super Strength (5K/5K); Earthly Evil Qi Guiding Technique (5K/5K, Class A, Upper); Nine Breaths to Subdue Qi (1W/5W, Natural Disaster, Lower); Three Levels of Reverse Life (1W/3W, Natural Disaster, Lower); Tongtian Lu (3W/5W, Natural Disaster, Middle); Divine Machine Hundred Refinements (1K/5W, Class A, Lower)
The items that can be inherited from him are as follows, please choose (only two items):
Ring (Esdeath), Hairpin (Esdeath), Imperial Equipment: Water Dragon Possession (Dark Marin), Imperial Equipment: One-Hit Kill (Murasame), Imperial Equipment: Hundred-Armed Giant (Kero)...
Because of the superiority of the system, since the establishment of Kyushu, the imperial instruments originally used to protect the empire have lost their original functions.
After all, building a Great Wall with strong ships and powerful guns is far less effective than building a Great Wall with the support of the people of the world.
Jiuzhou, which knows how to use people's hearts, naturally does not need these so-called imperial tools. Moreover, as time goes by, when the previous generation of imperial tool users passed away, these things gradually became small collections.
The older people get, the easier it is to reminisce about the past. Zhang San originally thought that as long as he could achieve immortality and transcendence, he would no longer have any worries in this world.
But just when he was about to touch that limit, looking at the familiar imperial tools on the wall, he slowly withdrew his fingers.
The confidant Flanders, the second-generation elder Najeshitan, the third-generation elder Tatsumi, the carefree Leone... and that familiar figure from behind.
As the first elder of Jiuzhou Kingdom, the things that Xiaohao can access are far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
It's a pity that whether it's a mountain of gold that's as rich as a country or an imperial weapon that's as powerful as a thousand men, in his heart, they are far less important than the ring with his name engraved on it.
That year he was five years old and she was six years old. Xiaohao tried his best to take her away from the snowy field. That year he was seventy-two years old and she was seventy-three years old. Because of her efforts back then, she stayed with him in a world that was like hell for nearly seventy years.
When he saw familiar people leaving one by one, when he saw people who had sworn to love him forever falling into a deep sleep, a force called loneliness poured out like mercury on the ground, penetrating every hole it passed through. In just one round, the state of mind that Xiaohao was proud of was shattered by the opponent.
Because of his congenital personality defect and inability to experience emotions, Zhang San had never felt anything before.
But this time it was different, just like the qualitative change caused by quantitative change. The moment he saw Esdeath fall into a long sleep, unprecedented emotions instantly overwhelmed Xiaohao's reason.
He cried, not because of the influence of hormones from his childhood, but simply because he was sad about the other person's departure; in the world of Zhan Tong, Xiaohao lived for a full 108 years, not because of his short lifespan, after all, Xuanwu lived for more than 200 years, and it would be no problem for him to last another 70 years as he had already achieved a small success in Jiuxi Fuqi.
The reason why Xiaohao did not choose to persist was not so much to help Zhang San, but rather out of pity for Zhang San.
After all, after Xiaohao's death, he can look for the regrets in his heart with the most sincere emotions. But what can the self-righteous self (Zhang San) get except the so-called power?
Because of the fusion of every detail of his memory, Zhang San was able to clearly perceive Xiaohao's truest thoughts, but it was precisely because of this strange thought that he couldn't help but have doubts.
Is what he pursued really so cheap? In less than a hundred years, just because of a woman, he denied his own way. It was really ironic to think so.
"Ding, host, please choose the item you want to inherit from me. If you remain silent, I will repeat the question for 24 hours!"
As the saying goes, a single word can awaken a person from a dream. Listening to the familiar voice of the system, a special idea flashed through Zhang San's mind.
As a cultivator, Zhang San always firmly believes that there is absolutely no problem with his own Tao; similarly, as a projection of his true self, there will be no problem with the smaller Tao.
Once these two errors are eliminated, the remaining answer is self-evident.
It's not that he wants to take this path, but the system, or the existence behind the system, that wants him to take this path. Only he can use his own consciousness to influence Zhang San.
Thinking of this, Zhang San couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
After all, he was the kind of person who never showed his joy. In order to avoid the system discovering his flaws, Zhang San suppressed his uneasiness and could not help but speak coldly.
"The water dragon possesses Black Marlin, and there is also the hundred-armed giant Xiao Ke!"
"As you wish."
[No. 9527 seems to have noticed something is wrong. Do you want to continue? My suggestion is to find another person. The Heavenly Court has three thousand worlds under its jurisdiction. It is not difficult to find someone with a flawed personality.]
[There are many people with antisocial personality disorder, but there are very few people with such a rich inner world. I can feel that someone is welcoming the Yellow Lord to this world. Yog-Sothoth (the Bubble God) has also embarked on the journey. It may be too late to select and train more people. The emotional resonance next time should be as small as possible. If you want to rebuild your personality, you still have to proceed step by step and never rush. ]
【I see.】
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"What's wrong? It's still early, why don't you get some sleep?"
As if she had noticed her husband's uneasiness, Gu Xuanyan did not say much. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and when she found that the sky outside was still dark, she curled up in Zhang San's arms again.
Unlike the other party's relaxed attitude, Zhang San first stared at Gu Xuanyan's appearance carefully. After making sure that his perception had not changed due to the fusion of the trumpet's memory, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhang San is a person who lacks a sense of security and is very retro. Even if the smaller change would be for the better, the sudden change would not make Zhang San feel fortunate, but would make him panic.
After patting the back of Gu Xuanyan's hand to indicate that he was fine, Zhang San began to explain.
"It's just a nightmare."
"Wow~ I thought you missed Xie Lingyun. Do you want me to write a letter to ask her to come back?"
“?!”
Looking at Zhang San's puzzled expression, Gu Xuanyan smiled secretly.
"Look, you're too lazy to even hold me to sleep. Are you tired of it? Ha, man~"