They awakened the simulator memory!

"Start extracting talents."

"The talent is randomly selected..."

"Random success, please choose one of them"

"[-]. White Talent: Good Swimmer (Your water quality is far superior to ordinary people.)"

"[-]. Green talent: Lao Ai's capital (you have abundant capital comparable to Lao Ai's)"

"[-]. Purple Talent: Born Swordsman (Your swordsmanship talent has been greatly improved, and your swordsmanship understanding has been greatly improved. You are born a swordsmanship genius. As long as you don't die young, you will definitely become a swordsmanship master!)"

"Fuck! It's shipped!"

He used more than 800 simulation points to gamble on a purple talent worth ten thousand points, and it was extremely suitable for the template of "Beichen Qinghuan".

In addition, the second talent is also very good. If used at certain moments, it may be more useful than the purple talent, but it is not suitable for him.

"Choose a natural swordsman."

Qing Shuiquan chose "Natural Swordsman" without hesitation and started the simulation immediately.

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

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

Qingqiu, here I come.

Jiang Shoujia!Here I come!

.........

005. "The Curse of Genetic Disease"

"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 the age of 3, Beichen's reputation as a child prodigy has spread like wildfire. Your father has great expectations for you."

"At the age of 4, under the guidance of your father, you began to learn kendo. Your extraordinary talent in kendo made your father ecstatic."

"At the age of 5, in just one year, you have completely mastered all the swordsmanship of Beichen Mingshen style. Your father was ecstatic and exclaimed, "My son Qinghuan has the qualifications of a sword master! ""

"In the same year, your father spent all his family property to find many training methods and swordsmanship for you from various kendo schools."

"At the age of 6, you are determined to gather the strengths of many families, integrate the essence of ancient and modern times, and use the way of the Beichen Mingshen."

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

"When you were 12 years old, the brand-new Beichen Narukami-ryu appeared in your hands. You showed the brand-new Beichen Narukami-ryu to your father who had just passed away. After reading it, your father passed away with a smile on his face."

"In the same year, you took your sister and mother to the hospital to experience it. Your mother was diagnosed with gastric cancer. Fortunately, it was in the early stage and can be cured with surgery."

"When you were 13 years old, your mother had a car accident on the way to the hospital for a regular check-up, and she died after ineffective rescue efforts."

The sky is clear and the breeze is blowing.

Qing Shuiquan watched in silence as her mother's coffin was gradually buried in the soil.

My mother died two years earlier than in the last simulation. The cancer was resolved, but a car accident occurred early.

He had gone to see the scene, the body of the driver who caused the accident, and the analysis of the accident. From beginning to end, it was just an ordinary car accident, nothing more ordinary than ordinary, without a trace of doubt.

In just over a year, both parents passed away. Even Qing Shuiquan, who had already experienced it once, felt depressed and panicked, let alone Beichen Qingqiu, who was still young.

At this time, Beichen Qingqiu sat paralyzed in front of his mother's grave, crying so hard.

"Cry, cry, just cry."

Qing Shuiquan knelt on one knee beside Beichen Qingqiu, and gently took her into his arms to comfort her.

Beichen Qingqiu, who had already cried so hard that his eyes were red and swollen, buried his little head in Qingshuiquan's chest and cried more and more miserably.

Gradually, Beichen Qingqiu's cries turned into sobs.

After a while, Beichen Qingqiu, who cried until he had no strength, quietly fell asleep in the arms of Qingshuiquan.

"Uncle, sister-in-law, I'll take Qingqiu back to rest first, and I'll leave the rest to you."

"Qing Huan, go ahead, we are here."

Qing Shuiquan picked up Beichen Qingqiu and left the cemetery with steady steps.

Looking at Qing Shuiquan's thin figure, a distant relative of the Beichen family who was present couldn't help but sigh.

"He's only 13 years old."

"Yes, he is so calm at the age of 13. He is worthy of being the Kirin'er of the Beichen family. With him here, the Beichen family and Beichen Mingshenryu will definitely be able to stand up again."

"Beichen Naomi-ryu...Oh~ I hope so..."

.........

"At the age of 14, you picked up the wooden sword and went to Jiangshou Dojo alone."

"When you come to play in the gym, from the disciples of your generation, to the outstanding disciples, to the teacher, teacher, and gym owner, no one is your enemy."

"Ha~ Jiang Shouliu is nothing more than that."

Qing Shuiquan chuckled, dropped the wooden knife that had been broken into two pieces, and turned around to leave.

Behind him, the disciples of Jiang Shou Dojo were lying on the ground in confusion. Shifan, who had broken his arms and legs, was lying on the ground and rolling his eyes. The master of the hall had his eyes closed tightly and fell straight to the ground, with a wooden knife slashing on his forehead. The conspicuous red mark left behind.

Reporter Goda Yuya, who was "invited" by Qingshuiquan, faced the fire-breathing gazes of many disciples of Jiang Shou Dojo, and tremblingly took pictures of the miserable situation of everyone in the dojo.

After taking the photo, he didn't dare to stop for a moment, and hurriedly followed Qingshuiquan who had gone away.

"Did you take the photo?" Qing Shuiquan asked indifferently when Yuya Goda followed him.

"Shoot...taken it..."

"You should understand how to write it, right?"

Gouda Yuya cried sadly, "Master Beichen, I really don't dare. If I dare to write, I will definitely be beaten by Jiang Shou dojo when I go out."

"Haha~ Do you think the sap at Jiang Shou Dojo can beat me harder than me?"

"Don't dare~Don't dare~" Yuya Goda was about to cry.

He didn't understand when he offended this Qilin'er of the Beichen family.

At first, when Master Beichen came to him and told him that he was going to give him big news, he was quite excited, but he didn't expect that it would be such an offending thing.

If he dares to write this kind of thing, Jiang Shoujia will dare to make it impossible for him to survive in Kanagawa!

But if I don’t write it, the man in front of me will probably take off his legs right now.

Thinking of the several teachers who had broken arms and legs in the dojo, Goda Yuya couldn't help but shudder.

.........

"At the age of 15, you have already defeated the Invincible Master of Kanagawa. The name of Hokutatsu Narukami-ryu and the reputation of a young swordsman has spread throughout the Japanese swordsmanship community."

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

"Whoa-"

As the door was opened, the cold moonlight poured into the room.

Did it really come...?

Looking at Qingqiu who was leaning against the door, hesitating, Qing Shuiquan asked with a smile.

"Qingqiu, what's wrong? You're still not sleeping at this late hour?"

"Brother...I can't sleep, I..." Beichen Qingqiu pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

Is it different from last time?

Qing Shuiquan changed his mind and said with a smile: "I just can't sleep either. Come in and let's talk."

"Eh..." Beichen Qingqiu was stunned, as if he didn't expect such a development.

After a while, she nodded heavily and entered her brother's room happily.

.........

"It's night, you guys are sleeping together and talking to each other."

"In July of the same year, you chose to participate in the 'Jade Dragon Banner Kendo Tournament'. You entered the sheepfold and captured the flag easily with one sword. You also set a record of one person killing the entire competition and receiving 45 daredevil awards."

"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's physical examination report showed that the functions of her five internal organs also showed signs of slight decline..."

006. "This is really exciting"

"The functions of the five internal organs are declining..."

At the hospital, looking at Qingqiu's physical examination report, Qing Shuiquan looked a little dazed.

After a while, Qing Shuiquan, who came back to his senses, held the checklist and asked in a low voice.

"Doctor, are you sure there is nothing wrong with the test results?"

"Mr. Beichen, we have confirmed it three times."

"..." Qing Shuiquan was silent.

Beichen's family's hereditary disease is a problem with the five internal organs.

Before a genetic disease breaks out, everything is fine and cannot be detected. But once a genetic disease breaks out, the five internal organs will gradually weaken until complete death.

The entire process can take anywhere from two to three years to seven or eight years. So far, no one in the Beichen family has survived the outbreak of a genetic disease for ten years.

In the early stage of the disease, you can still take medicine to rest and regulate your breath, but in the later stage, there is no cure, and you can only wait for death!

If the test results are normal, Qingqiu's symptoms undoubtedly mean that the Beichen family's genetic disease has broken out in her...

.........

"You want to hide the test results and find a treatment secretly, but..."

"Brother, my genetic disease broke out, right?"

Beichen Qingqiu looked at the medicinal soup on the table and spoke very softly, as softly as a snowflake falling into the brown medicinal soup.

"No, Qingqiu, don't think too much about it. You just have a minor illness. You will be fine after taking medicine."

Qing Shuiquan picked up the medicine with a gentle expression and brought it to Qingqiu's lips, "Come on, Qingqiu, this is the medicine that my brother has prepared for you personally."

Beichen Qingqiu gently pushed away his brother's hand.

"Brother, I was the one who took my father's medicine at that time. I will never forget that smell for the rest of my life, so you can't lie to me."

"Qingqiu, be obedient and drink the medicine." Qing Shuiquan looked at Qingqiu seriously.

After Beichen Qingqiu and his brother looked at each other for a few seconds, their expressions gradually softened.

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, forming a very faint smile.

"Qingqiu will naturally not refuse the medicine prepared by my elder brother himself."

Beichen Qingqiu opened his mouth and drank every last bit of the medicinal soup under his brother's stern gaze.

After taking the medicine, Qing Shuiquan stared at Beichen Qingqiu and said calmly.

"Qingqiu, I said it's just a minor illness, I will find a solution."

"Well, I believe in you, brother." Beichen Qingqiu responded with a faint smile.

Qing Shuiquan put down the medicine bowl, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped the medicine stains from the corners of Qingqiu's mouth.

"Qingqiu, medical technology is so advanced nowadays that even the heart can be replaced, let alone other organs. If the function of the five internal organs is declining? At worst, we will replace all the five internal organs."

"Brother, that kind of surgery will cost a lot of money, right? And the success rate is not high, I..."

Qing Shuiquan interrupted Beichen Qingqiu, "You don't have to worry about money. Your brother and I are a natural swordsman. How can I not even earn a little bit of surgery fees?"

"..." Beichen Qingqiu opened and closed his thin lips, hesitating for a long time and not knowing how to persuade his brother.

"Qingqiu, it's getting late, you should go to bed early. Don't worry, my brother will be with you for everything."

The night was already dark, and Qingshuiquan did not disturb Qingqiu too much. After a few words of comfort, he picked up the medicine bowl and left Qingqiu's room silently.

.........