They awakened the simulator memory!

Practicing swordsmanship requires dynamic vision, not distance vision.

The remaining two, whether they are "left-handed" or "extraordinary strengths", are of certain help to the practice of swordsmanship.

After careful consideration, Qing Shuiquan chose "Extraordinary Strengths" and specified... to grow his arms.

At the moment when he designated the growth area, Qing Shuiquan had some strange thoughts in his mind, but his reason told him to calm down and don't mess around the first time, and wait until he has figured out the simulator's methods later.

"Template has been created"

"Family background: The queen of a declining kendo family"

"Talent: Extraordinary (Grown Arms)"

"Save the template and start simulation?"

"Yes."

"The simulation begins, I wish you a happy life."

As the font on the simulator panel changed, Qing Shuiquan lost consciousness again.

.........

After being confused for an unknown amount of time, Qing Shuiquan finally came to his senses.

Listening to the cry and looking at the nurse close at hand, Qing Shuiquan rolled his eyes and opened his eyes.

TNND!I have to go through the cub stage again, can I survive this day?

.........

"0 years old, you were born, and your sister was born with you. Your father named you Beichen Qinghuan, and your sister named Beichen Qingqiu."

"At 1 year old, when your sister can only say daddy and mommy, you can already speak a lot of words. Your performance makes your father look forward to you more and more."

"At the age of 3, Beichen's reputation as a child prodigy spread like wildfire. Your father began to instill in you the basic knowledge of swordsmanship."

"At the age of 4, under the guidance of your father, you began to learn kendo."

"At the age of 5, your talent amazed your father, and he began to focus all his attention on you."

"At the age of 6, you realize that your sister is very cute, and you start to teach her some weird things."

"When you were 9 years old, your father fell ill due to a family hereditary disease."

"When you were 12 years old, your father was on the verge of death. Before he died, he called you and your sister..."

"Qing Huan... Qing Qiu..."

Looking at his father lying on the hospital bed with cloudy eyes, gray complexion and sunken eye sockets, Qing Shuiquan's eyes were extremely complex.

In just three years, he watched his burly father lose weight to the point where he is now skin and bones.

Qing Shuiquan felt more and more depressed when he recalled the time when his father was secretly dancing with joy because of his improvement in swordsmanship.

"Qing Huan..."

"Father, I am here."

Qing Shuiquan stepped forward and carefully held up his father's bony palm.

"The dojo is entrusted to you... If it were you... I would definitely be able to... I would definitely be able to recreate the glory of Hokushin Narukami-ryu!"

Maybe it's a flashback.

The eyes of the father of the Beichen brothers and sisters returned to clarity. He held Qing Shuiquan's hand tightly and looked at him with a mixture of expectations, hopes and many emotions.

"I will, father, I will definitely make Beichen Mingshen Ryu reach unprecedented glory."

Feeling the tremendous strength from his father's palm, Qing Shuiquan solemnly made a promise.

"I believe you, Qing Huan..."

Since being admitted to the hospital, Qing Shuiquan once again saw her father's smile.

The father smiled, his clear eyes gradually became cloudy, and then darkened, and his bony palms gradually lost their strength and fell on the edge of the hospital bed.

"..."

Witnessing the death of his father with his own eyes, Qing Shuiquan remained silent, without tears or any expression.

Behind him, his sister in this life, Beichen Qingqiu, bit her lip, lowered her head, and sobbed silently.

.........

"When you were 14, your mother was diagnosed with terminal gastric cancer."

"When you were 15 years old, your mother died..."

It was raining lightly, and the whole world was dark.

Qing Shuiquan watched his mother being buried expressionlessly. Beside him, Beichen Qingqiu's eyes were red, and he didn't know whether it was tears or rain on his pale face.

After a long time, the master of ceremonies left and relatives and friends dispersed.

Only the Beichen brother and sister were left in front of the tomb.

"Brother...my father is gone and my mother is gone too. What should we do..."

Dressed in black mourning clothes and with a pale face, Beichen Qingqiu looked like a lonely ghost wandering in the world.

"Qingqiu, you still have me." Qing Shuiquan's voice was soft and she hugged her sister into her arms.

"Brother..." Beichen Qingqiu couldn't help but sob softly after burying his face in his brother's arms.

"It doesn't matter. I'm here. You don't have to worry about anything. Cry if you want. After crying, go to sleep. Everything will be the same tomorrow."

Beichen Qingqiu hugged Qingshuiquan tightly and could no longer suppress her cries.

"Don't worry, there's still me, there's still me..."

Qing Shuiquan murmured softly, not knowing whether he was comforting his sister or himself.

.........

"When you were 16, you and your sister celebrated your shared birthday at your home dojo. That night, your sister came to your room..."

"Wow--"

Hearing the door being opened, Qing Shuiquan, who had just laid down, sat up and looked at the door.

Under the cold moonlight, Beichen Qingqiu stood at the door wearing a white gauze pajamas, hesitating whether to move forward or retreat.

"Qingqiu, what's wrong?" Qing Shuiquan, who was vaguely aware of something, asked softly.

"Brother...I'm a little scared. Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"..." Qing Shuiquan was silent.

His sister Beichen Qingqiu, as a woman raised by the martial arts family, would never be afraid of the so-called darkness and ghosts.

The fear she said was just an excuse...

"Brother..." Beichen Qingqiu's voice was trembling, and there was a hint of begging hidden in it.

"Come in, remember to close the door."

Beichen Qinghuan did not refuse.

.........

"It's night, you hug each other and talk to each other."

"In July of that year, you participated in the 'Yulong Banner Kendo Tournament' and captured the flag in one fell swoop. The Hokatsu Narukami-ryu became great again."

"This is the year when swordsmanship is going well, the brother and sister are harmonious, studies are going well, and everything is flourishing."

"At the age of 17, your sister committed suicide..."

003. "The first simulation ends"

"Qing Huan, my condolences. Also, I believe that you brothers and sisters will never do such immoral things. Those damn reporters! They were the ones who forced Qing Qiu to death!"

"And those beasts in the newspaper office! They dare to publish anything just to gain attention. This matter will never end like this!"

"Qing Huan, don't be impulsive! Uncle will definitely help you!"

"Qing Huan..."

Qing Shuiquan stood in front of her sister's grave without sadness or joy, feeling that everything in her ears was so noisy.

He looked at his sister's tombstone, and vaguely seemed to see his little sister dragging her nose, stumbling behind him like a follower.

When he was older, his younger sister knelt and sat on the edge of the dojo, looking at him with admiration.

When her father passed away, her sister lowered her head and sobbed silently.

When his mother died, his sister burst into tears in his arms.

And a few days ago, when my sister was scolded by him for her poor grades, she held his arm and acted cute.

Scenes of past events were recalled in his mind, and Qing Shuiquan's expression softened unconsciously.

He moved his stiff legs to reach his sister's tombstone and gently put down the withered white bouquet in his hand.

"Qingqiu, let's go."

After placing the bouquets, Qingshuiquan realized belatedly that it was getting dark.

He looked around and saw his uncle and sister-in-law who had not yet left in the distance.

They are waiting for me, they are worried about me...

Thinking like this, Qing Shuiquan walked towards his uncle and sister-in-law in the distance as usual, telling them that he was fine and would not be impulsive.

They believed it and left with peace of mind...

.........

That night.

Qing Shuiquan sat on his knees in the middle of the ancient dojo, looking calmly maintaining the sword left by his father.

In front of him, a suicide note and a newspaper lay quietly.

The dark clouds dispersed, the crescent moon appeared, and the salt-like moonlight quietly fell on the suicide note and newspaper.

"I'm sorry, brother, it's all my fault. If it wasn't me..."

The handwriting on the suicide note was very delicate, and one could tell at a glance that it was left by a picturesque girl.

"It is forbidden by nature! Such a scum deserves to be called a swordsman genius!"

On the newspaper, the bold and black headline is extremely conspicuous. Under the headline is a somewhat blurry black and white photo.

The background is the current dojo. In the dojo, a man and a woman are very close to each other, as if they are kissing each other.

"Chong!"

The sword has been well maintained.

Qing Shuiquan skillfully sheathed the sword. He stood up with the sword and calmly looked at the newspaper spread on the floor.

The pictures in the newspaper are both real and fake.

He and Qingqiu were indeed in the dojo at that time, but they did not do anything beyond that.

Qingqiu was just acting coquettishly to him, hoping that his brother would relax his standards and not have such high requirements for her academic performance.

The two people's actions seemed to be intimate, but they were also within the scope of normal siblings.

But after some people deliberately took the photos, a photo of an overly intimate brother and sister was created.

Using the photos, a local newspaper wrote a very strong report and put it on the front page of the newspaper.

Within a day, the city was full of storms.

In the Beichen family, Beichen Mingshenliu suddenly became the scum that was criticized by thousands of people.

Things were going very wrong. Qing Shuiquan, who had been around in the Internet era, could tell at a glance that someone was deliberately guiding public opinion behind the scenes.

While he was comforting Qingqiu and telling her not to go out recently, he was observing secretly, hoping to find out who was behind it.

But just when he found the clue, Qingqiu was overwhelmed and committed suicide.

Qingqiu is stupid. She hopes to use her suicide to prove their brother and sister's innocence to the outside world, so that her elder brother can continue to develop in the world of swordsmanship and fulfill the promise made to his father before his death.