System space, iron shop.

A row of magic weapons and spirits lined up pitifully, practicing various formations, and receiving emergency training...

They are of various shapes, and they are all in different shapes.

There are birds, beasts, people, objects... There are so many kinds that it is a great success for the spiritual objects in the world.

"Oh, why is this mysterious existence so hateful?"

"Yes, some old men just acted a little slower and were about to be beaten to the point of dying, covered in purple, which is really hateful."

"Oh, before we were also the pearls in our own hands, and we were loved by us..."

"That, we three are not. We have been in that dark storage magic weapon for hundreds of years. This time we can come out to see the light and breathe, which is great."

Among a group of blue and purple magic weapons, only three are unique and intact.

They are a green piano, a brown pen, and an ink-wash landscape painting.

"Hmph, if you three hadn't been the first to bow down, they wouldn't have encouraged the mysterious existence's arrogance. They would beat us up at all, and it wouldn't be too slow..."

The brown pen first spoke and argued: "I said that this kind-hearted man said in the book that the so-called people who know the times are heroes, and good birds choose trees to live in. Now that we are in Cao's camp, we cannot be in the Han Dynasty. Only in this way can we be comprehensive."

As this pen spoke, an invisible ripple streaked through many spirits of the weapon.

"What I said makes sense."

"The so-called strict teacher produces a high disciple. There is a saying in the book that you sweat more often, you will shed less blood during war, and you will not shed tears after war. Those beatings are actually the kindness of the great sage. You are always pampered and treated with the masters, and you have not undergone harsh training at all. This great sage needs to be tempered well." Chenbi shook his head and said.

"Uh, what it said makes sense." The spirits of the artifacts were fooled and could not be found.

"I'm just going to the battlefield soon. Is this temporary assault useful?"

"This brother is of course useful. The so-called sharpening of the gun in the face of battle is easy to do if you don't have a quick attack. If you hit the ball, you will naturally not get the full mark, but you are sure to pass the exam." The brown pen continued to persuade him.

A group of spirits nodded, and the resentment at the moment was much less.

Fang Ning was surprised and praised outside.

He said to the old man: "What method does this brown pen use? It can even fool you more than me."

"Oh, this is its talented skill, 'Spring and Autumn Brushing', specializing in great foolings. The piano, calligraphy, painting, and three magic weapons have their own unique skills. This big green is really a waste." The old man said regretfully.

"So that's it. Then I will get closer to it in the future." Fang Ning nodded.

"Don't even think about these spirits, don't even think about getting close to these spirits." The old man said hurriedly.

"Isn't it just that they will 'good birds choose trees to live in'?" Fang Ning said disdainfully.

"Who cares about you? I'm rehearsing for a while now and I'm going to go out to make a big swipe. Do whatever you should do..." The old man said and wanted to bomb Fang Ning away and asked him to leave his iron shop as soon as possible.

"Let's go, wait, I, my head hurts so much..." Fang Ning covered his head and fell on the bluestone slab in the system space.

"What's going on? Rich man, are you swollen?" the old man said with concern.

After a while, Fang Ning stood up, his eyes were not at all focal, and he looked around in a daze.

"Where is this? Who am I? Are you calling me?" He said in a muffled voice, like a child who had just graduated from kindergarten for more than 20 years...

"Damn, you won't really lose your memory, right?" The old man seemed very puzzled. It murmured to himself, "It's impossible. I am a god in this system space. How could the external heavenly way reach into it? Could it be that it attached a trace of laws to these magic weapons, and you were just now in the plot?"

"If you don't understand, can you explain it more clearly?" Fang Ning said ignorantly.

"Wait, let me check your mental state." The old man said seriously.

Then the system prompts.

(The system begins to check the host's mental state.

The system found that some of the host's memory was blocked.

The system tries to unblock...

Resolving the failure, trying again requires consuming astronomical training value, the system chooses to give up.)

"Uh, you finally lost your memory..." The old man suddenly said, 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 don't distinguish between each other. Yours are mine, and mine is mine. I will wait until the day when you reply to normal."

"I didn't understand, I just felt my head was heavy and heavy. I wanted to rest first." Fang Ning said with his head covering.

"Uh, don't you want to know who you are?" the old man asked quickly.

"Then who am I? Who are you?" Fang Ning continued to say ignorantly.

"Well, you and the guys inside are my servants. Your name is Fang Ning. I am the master here, called System. You can call me Lord Tong. You were conspired by the world outside and lost your memory. But it's okay, I will re-cultivate you and ensure that you are better than before." The old man quickly fooled.

"It sounds a bit strange. I always feel that it seems that it should be the opposite, right..." Fang Ning hesitated.

"Look at 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, you will receive my salary. Of course I am the master." The old man said with confidence.

"Uh, even so. So Lord Tong, I want to go back to my place to rest now." Fang Ning accepted his fate.

"Well, seeing that you were injured today, you won't go to work now, let's start tomorrow." The old man said kindly.

“Where is where I live?”

"You keep walking forward and walk to the green house, and that's where you live." The old man enthusiastically pointed the way.

Fang Ning walked swaying along the bluestone road in the system space.

"Hey, why are there still Internet cafes here?" Fang Ning suddenly said with his eyes shining.

"Hiss..." The old man was very shocked, "No, you have lost your memory and don't remember who you are, why haven't you forgotten to go online yet?"

"Uh, I just think this place is very stubborn and familiar in my memory, and it is a very beautiful place inside." Fang Ning explained.

"So that's it. It seems that the task of transforming you in the original throne is really a long way to go. Remember, this Internet cafe is not a good place, it will only make people degenerate. You must study hard and improve every day. I will fight for the original throne for life." The old man said with confidence.

"Uh, although I always feel it's a bit strange, since you gave me food, that's natural." Fang Ning nodded.

"Well, yes, you still understand the truth very well. Then you go back and rest first. You have to work hard on your own system." The old man said excitedly.

So Fang Ning plunged into the green lounge to sleep...

"Hahaha, from today on, I will turn over and be the master. It is best if this guy doesn't reply to his memories for the rest of his life..." The old man said arrogantly.

Someone was sleeping soundly in the lounge.

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At this time, the few remaining people outside were also confused with their eyes and seemed to have forgotten where they were.

"Where is this? Who are you?" Qiao Zijiang asked strangely.

"I don't know either, I just always feel that I have forgotten something. However, you and this silly guy look so similar to me. Child, you two should be my juniors in blood. Don't be afraid, I will protect you." Qiao Anping comforted her.

Qiao Zishan was shot for no reason, looking confused, but said nothing, looking very confused.

But the black robe looked at him coldly, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face.

"No wonder my master asked me to come in. It turned out that he had already arrived at this level. I am not a real person, but a master's magic weapon, so my memory will not be lost."

He thought in his heart that among normal people, now he is the only one who preserves all his memories, and can deceive everyone, let them serve themselves and easily seize this precious secret realm.

These original spiritual treasures were confiscated by the Knight Ar just now, and this was falling into his calculations and could not remind their masters.
Chapter completed!