Life Simulation: Add Entries Starting From Health Preservation Skills Chapter 1

  Chapter 1 Life Simulation and Entries

pain! It hurts so much!

  Han Zhao, who was sleeping soundly, felt a sharp pain from his body, especially his heart, as if he was holding a lump of ice in the cold winter.

  Drowsy, he wanted to get up, but his body felt numb, he couldn't move, he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

What happened?

  Ghost press? !

  Sudden death?

   Han Zhao vowed never to stay up late again.

  Suddenly, he found that his body could move.

   Opened his eyes, his vision was blurred.

  'Is it still night? ' Han Zhao reached out and groped towards the bed, trying to find the phone to check the time.

   When did Simmons become a plank bed?

  He froze, his head seemed to have been severely beaten by a sap, and some memories that did not belong to him flashed in his mind like a slide show.

  Han Zhao, with the same name and surname as him, is sixteen years old and is from Heishi City, Yuanchang Prefecture, Yunzhou, Great Wei State.

  Father Han Lin is the second head of the Fuyuan Escort Bureau in the city. He has an elder brother named Han Cheng who went on a trip when his predecessor was six years old.

   "Huh?!" Soon, a middle-aged man with a handsome face appeared in Han Zhao's memory. It was Han Lin.

  Han Lin returned home with a pale face, saying that he was dying, and then handed a package to his predecessor.

  The package contained some silver, two booklets, and a pitch-black bead.

   After a few simple instructions, Han Lin left in a hurry.

  When the predecessor was picking up the black beads, he accidentally touched the wound left by his fingers when cutting vegetables, a lot of cold breath entered the body, and finally died.

  The memory fragment stopped here.

  Han Zhao was startled, there was a terrible thing on the bed.

   No wonder his chest felt icy cold at first, it was because of the beads.

  He supported the bed board hard, struggling to sit up.

  He got out of bed and came to the Sifang table, touched the fire folder, and lit the oil lamp.

  The dim yellow flame immediately dispelled the darkness around his body, giving him a sense of security.

  In front of him is a simple wooden bed covered with quilts. About one meter apart on the right hand side is another wooden bed.

  Behind the table is an earthen stove, which he saw at his grandma's house when he was a child, and clamored to add firewood to it for fun.

  Han Zhao took a few deep breaths to calm down.

  How can I cross time after staying up all night!

  It seems to be okay for a 26-year-old migrant worker to become a 16-year-old boy.

  Han Zhao picked up the oil lamp and walked towards the bed, only to see an open package beside the quilt, and a black bead lying inside.

  He looked intently, looking at this dangerous thing.

   At this time, a light blue box appeared in his sight, with a line of small words inside:

  【A bead that contains Yin Qi, touching it by ordinary people will cause Yin Qi to enter the body, ranging from illness to death in severe cases. Now the beads have absorbed enough yang energy, the threat is not great. However, it is best not to carry it with you, as it is easy to suffer from kidney deficiency and cause dirty things. 】

   "This is." Han Zhao was taken aback.

  He turned his attention to the white booklet again, with the three small characters 'Qiansiyin' written on the cover.

  【Qiansiyin, a relatively superficial external practice method, lacks a fundamental plan for strengthening. With your aptitude, it is not recommended to practice. 】

The sentence after    is completely redundant. Han Zhao felt hit.

  Han Lin's exercises are only superficial.

   Then, he looked at the cyan booklet again.

  【A basic exercise for internal practice, which can cultivate true qi, prolong life, and strengthen the body. With your qualifications, you can practice hard for 60 years, and you are expected to achieve great success. At that time, you can increase your life span by 20 years. 】

  "I tm" Han Zhao's chest was blocked.

   No!

  He reacted quickly.

  According to memory, there are warriors in this world, who can open monuments and crack stones, and fly over eaves and walls, but those who practice are all 'strength'.

  Warrior is divided into four realms: skin training, bone training, blood training, and strength training.

  A martial artist at the level of strength training is honored as a martial artist, and he is a strong man who can open a gymnasium and recruit apprentices.

  A Black Rock City, plus the nearby affiliated villages and towns, earthen castles, and cottages, has a population of at least 200,000 to 300,000 people, but there are only 20 to 30 martial artists on the surface.

  When you reach this level, you will either continue to practice penance to seek a breakthrough, or you have already begun to enjoy life, so basically you will not make a move.

  A quasi-martial artist who has practiced blood is the most powerful combat force that the major forces will usually deploy.

  Han Lin is a quasi-martial master. He is a well-known strong man in the whole area of ​​Black Rock City, known as "Thousand Silk Hands".

  However, the 'Qiansi Yin' practiced by Han Lin is also an external practice method, and there is no internal practice method to cultivate 'true qi' at all.

  Han Zhao couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

   When his eyes subconsciously shifted to the silver tael and the bank note, the small print appeared again.

  【Silver, Dawei Baochao, the general currency of the Great Wei Kingdom. Money is not everything, and without money nothing is impossible. Only kryptonite can become stronger. 】

  'What a good father! ' Han Zhao felt emotional.

  Han Lin hurried back, obviously to give away exercises and beads.

  The predecessor's bones were inferior and he was not suitable for martial arts training. On the contrary, his elder brother Han Cheng had excellent aptitude and went out early to make a living.

  The predecessor wanted to practice martial arts, so Han Lin gave him various precious medicinal materials and soaked in medicinal baths in an attempt to improve his aptitude.

   Otherwise, Han Lin, as a quasi-martial arts teacher and the second head of the bodyguard agency, could live in a slum in the outer city with a family of four walls.

   It took almost a decade for the root bone of the predecessor to reach inferior levels.

  Because the practice of martial arts has not reached the level of leather training within a year, it will greatly increase the difficulty of breaking through in the future, so Han Zhao has never learned martial arts, but instead studies at home all day behind closed doors.

  Han Lin's idea is to at least raise Han Zhao's basic aptitude to the middle and lower level, and then let him practice martial arts.

   "This kind of qualification." Han Zhao frowned slightly.

  With such poor aptitude, the only backer has a problem again, and life will be difficult after that.

  He turned his attention to the items in the room, and prompts appeared one by one.

  【Table】, 【Stove】, 【Water tank】.

  【A young man with low qualifications and an 'average' appearance may have a better chance of making money by eating soft rice than practicing martial arts. 】

  In the bronze mirror, the boy had a bitter face.

  This hint note might be good for jazzing things up, but it doesn't seem to be doing much.

   Could he be a treasure appraiser?

  This world is quite cruel, and it is very difficult to protect yourself without force.

He lives in Xinqiaofang in the outer city, and Heilinfang not far away is a slum in Heishi City. I heard that the people inside are desperate for a few copper coins and a few steamed buns. Corpses are nothing new, either.

  Nearby gangs and small gangs often fight for territory, and dead people are common.

  In such a place where human life is regarded as nothing, if you don't practice martial arts, you are waiting for death.

  Thinking of this, Han Zhao held a glimmer of hope, and silently said in his heart:

"system?!"

  The next second, a glittering golden panel appeared in his sight.

  Name: Han Zhao

  Attribute points: none

   Entry: None

  Martial Arts: None

   "Is there really a system?!"

   More text appears.

  【Collect all 10 reminder fragments, whether to synthesize an entry? 】

   "Wait! Isn't this the game I bought at Goose Factory?"

  Han Zhao hadn't reacted when he saw the prompt message just now, but now when he saw the prompt message on the property panel and the synthesis entry, he finally remembered.

  He bought a game called 'Life Simulator', but thought it was too difficult, so he bought another plug-in, which can add entry functions to open it.

   This thing also came along? !

  Han Zhao said silently: "Synthesis."

  【Synthesis once, consume 10 hint fragments and 1 tael of gold. You must get the one-time basic entry 'Life Simulation'. 】

  【The current balance is insufficient, please recharge. 】

  【If you want to become stronger, you must earn money! 】

   "It's made by Goose Factory, it really is." Han Zhao's mouth twitched.

  One tael of silver is equal to ten qian, one thousand wen.

  One penny can buy two meat buns or a catty of brown rice in Black Rock City.

  In this world, there is no magic rice patriarch, nor hybrid rice. The actual purchasing power of one tael of silver exceeds the five thousand yuan in the previous life.

  Based on barely enough food as the standard of living, one tael of silver is enough for a family of three for a year.

  Escort is a dangerous profession, so the monthly salary is not low. Ordinary escorts also have five big money a month.

  Han Lin, as a quasi-martial artist in the blood training realm, has a monthly payment of 20 taels of silver, bonuses at the end of the year, and some resources that money cannot buy.

  Even so, the Han family only lived in a civilian area in the outer city. One can imagine how much money Han Lin spent on Han Zhao.

  The ratio of gold to silver in the Great Wei Kingdom is 1:10, but in reality, it is difficult to exchange 10 taels of silver for 1 tael of gold.

  Han Zhao put away the silver and banknotes on the bed. Adding the broken silver, it was about 18 taels, and the banknotes were in denominations of 10 taels. There were 3 pieces in total, and some scattered copper coins.

  48 taels, but a huge sum of money.

【poor! 】

   Prompts appear inopportunely.

   "Recharge." Han Zhao tried it.

  No response.

   "Good guy, do you have to exchange silver for gold? It's really gold!" Han Zhao couldn't help but slander.

  Looks like I have to wait until dawn to exchange gold at a bank in the inner city.

   "How should I live next?"

  Han Zhao's complexion was a little cloudy.

   Although the 'Thousand Silk Strength' lacks the fundamental plan and cannot enter the strength, it is also a treasure for people in the outer city.

  Once the news of Han Lin's death spread, he would be a child carrying money through the busy market.

   "I must become stronger immediately, and at the same time find a backer."

  The martial arts gym opened by the martial arts master Lianjin in the city is a good place to go, as long as you pay, you will accept it.

  However, being an apprentice can only calm down some people temporarily. The best way is to directly hand over the hot potato of 'Qiansiyin' to maximize the benefits.

  Han Zhao sat on the bed until dawn with complicated emotions.

   When the time was almost up, he kept the money and cheats close to him.

  Looking at the black beads lying on the bed, he hesitated for a moment, wrapped them in cloth, put them in an iron box, and put them under the floor tiles under the bed.

  Squeak~

  Han Zhao pushed open the door, and the oncoming cold wind made him tighten his neck to prevent the cold wind from pouring in through his collar.

  He hates winter.

  In front of you is a small yard, and on the right is a small vegetable field with radishes planted in it.

  There are several wooden shelves in the open space on the left, on which there are bamboo sieves, inside which are preserved meat and dried radish.

  The broom fell sideways by the courtyard wall at the gate. There were traces of random sweeping in the courtyard, and the footprints on the ground were faintly visible.

  Han Zhao felt hot.

  He picked up the broom, wiped away Han Lin's footprints on the ground, left his own footprints, and walked out of the gate.

  Walking in the alley, passers-by greeted him warmly from time to time, but he silently nodded in response according to the personality of his predecessor in memory.

  Xinqiaofang is in the south of the city, and Qianzhuang is the most prosperous Yonghefang in the inner city.

  He found the right direction and walked quickly to the north.

  There are more than a dozen squares in Black Rock City, each of which is equivalent to a small village.

  The closer you get to the inner city, the wider the streets and the more people there are.

   "Pork buns just out of the cage! Two for a penny!"

   "Cooking cakes! Selling cooking cakes!"

   "Fix the pot! Repair the iron pot!"

  There are teahouses, taverns, **** shops, workshops, all kinds of shops, and there are many small stalls with big umbrellas in the open space between the shops.

  The street extended to the north and south. Han Zhao walked to the city gate at the end and entered the inner city.

  With the tall city tower as the center, there are rows of buildings and shops on both sides. There are more vendors and pedestrians, the streets are cleaner and tidy, and beggars are gone.

  Most people's faces are filled with happy smiles.

  Inner city, outer city, slums.

  Three regions and three worlds constitute the entire Black Rock City.

   PS: The new book sets sail, please follow up!

  (end of this chapter)

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