Simulation of all things: starting with copper skin and iron bones

Simulation of all things: the start of the copper-skinned iron-skeleton Buddha does not save

Summary:

Simulation of Everything: Opening Copper Skin and Iron Bone Introduction: The world is not about fighting and killing, but also ghosts and monsters.Wei An travels through the dark and chaotic world, relying on the simulation system of all things, settles down (insignificant development), rises steadily (invincible), and creates his own martial arts myth.

01 Simulation of all things

Late autumn comes with the wind, and the branches are covered with cold dew.

At noon!

The bustling market was quickly emptied by a cold autumn rain, and occasionally a few pedestrians passed by in a hurry.

Dafeng Town, a small town located in the northwest corner of the Great Zhou Dynasty, fell silent as if time had stopped in the bitter wind and rain.

Jingle Jingle!

As the whole town quieted down, the Zhangji blacksmith's shop on the edge of the town was extremely noisy, and the sound of blacksmithing could be heard clearly from far away.

Everyone in the town knew that Zhang Ji Blacksmith Shop was a time-honored shop even though it was not big, and it was the only blacksmith shop in Dafeng Town.

Hunting tools for hunters, agricultural tools for farmers, kitchen utensils for chefs, embroidery needles for female workers, and even hidden weapons for swords and swords used by people in the Jianghu can all be bought at Zhangji Blacksmith Shop.

In the forging room, at this moment, there are more than a dozen shirtless muscular men swinging the hammer up and down, striking the iron rhythmically, and while sweating, the dazzling sparks from the collision are scattered in all directions.

woohoo~~

With damp cold wind blowing into the forging room, the flames in the furnace suddenly soared high.

Meanwhile, swipe...

In the corner, the pages of the book were flipping randomly.

A handsome boy of fifteen or sixteen hastily pressed the pages of the book with his hands, turned his head, and saw a small vendor selling baked pears with rock sugar on the opposite side of the street outside the door, packing his things in a hurry. superior.

"Hey, it's raining."

The handsome young man realized later, holding a pen in his hand, after adding a few more lines of words on the paper, he dried the handwriting, raised his head, picked up the book and walked towards a strong man with a bronze complexion and a square face.

This strong man with a square face is about 40 years old, with a pleasant smile. He is Zhang Sanqiao, the owner of Zhangji blacksmith shop.

"Master, the accounts for the past six months have been sorted out."

The handsome young man spoke, his voice was like a clear spring in the mountains, ethereal and clear, passing through the noise, every word could be heard.

Zhang Sanqiao turned his head and looked at the handsome young man.

About a month ago, he came across a hungry homeless boy on the street, and kindly took him in.

However, to Zhang Sanqiao's surprise, the vagrant boy not only knew how to read and write, but also knew how to sort out accounts. It happened that his blacksmith shop had never had an accountant, so he arranged for the vagrant boy to do it first.

That homeless boy was the handsome boy in front of him, Wei An.

Zhang Sanqiao wiped his hands, took the account book, and looked through it carefully. He found that the accounts were very clear and orderly. A satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he exclaimed: "Wei An, you did a good job."

Wei An smiled shyly, the black and white boy hole was as deep as an abyss, as if it contained countless secrets.

In fact, Wei An is not from this world. He was originally a high school student in Huaxia Kingdom on Blue Star. He stayed up all night doing mock papers to prepare for the college entrance examination. He suddenly fell into a coma, and when he woke up, he had traveled to this world.

Like most traversers, Wei An also has his own cheat, a transparent panel that only he can see, which floats in his eyes and can be hidden or summoned at any time.

On the panel, there is a line of glowing writing:

[Balance is 0, not activated]

Obviously, this is a plug-in that needs to be recharged.

And what can be used to recharge should be the currency of this world.

However, Wei An is alone, where can he get the money to recharge?Even eating is a problem.

At this time, Zhang Sanqiao said with a smile: "In this way, you will stay with me in the future and be responsible for keeping accounts. By the way, you will learn how to blacksmith. I will pay you as a formal apprentice."

Then, he solemnly added, "Food and lodging included!"

The next moment, Zhang Sanqiao took out azure blue crystals from the money bag at his waist, shaped like peanuts, crystal clear and jade-like, emitting circles of flowing water-colored light, beautiful and magnificent.

These azure crystals are the currency of this world——

Rough stone!

Also known as the original spar, it is a crystal containing extraordinary energy and has a wide range of uses.

In addition to being used as currency, rough stones can also be used as nourishing medicinal materials, energy sources for machinery and organs, and the most important daily consumables for martial arts cultivation.

This Great Zhou Dynasty not only had a very vast territory, but also flourished in martial arts. The realm of martial arts was divided into nine levels, from the ninth rank to the first rank.

However, powerful fighters can fly into the sky and escape from the ground, move mountains to fill the sea, have a long lifespan, and possess all kinds of incredible supernatural powers.

This rough stone is the key element for a warrior to be transformed from a mortal to an extraordinary.

"Wei An, this is your salary for this month, a total of 30 low-grade rough stones." Zhang Sanqiao smiled and handed over a large handful of rough stones.

"Thank you Master."

Wei An couldn't help but be overjoyed, but his surface was still steady and calm, he just smiled and took the original stone, then returned to the desk and sat down.

Soon, everyone was busy with their own business and stopped paying attention to him.

Wei An raised his head slightly, glanced across the crowd without a trace, and after confirming that no one was looking at him, he immediately summoned the plug-in panel and said silently in his heart:

"Recharge!"

In an instant, the 30 low-grade rough stones in his hand disappeared out of thin air.

In the next instant, the external panel changed.

[You recharge 30 low-grade rough stones, and the balance is 30 low-grade rough stones]

[All things simulation system activated...]

[Please follow the instructions below to use: Step [-], lock your sight on any item]

Wei An took a deep breath, and immediately pulled himself together. After blinking a few times, his eyes landed on the writing brush in front of him.

[Item: Brush]

【Level: Level 1 Light White】

[Simulate this object once and consume 10 low-grade rough stones. Do you want to activate the simulation? 】

A wonderful hint floated above the brush.

Wei An's heart beat faster, regardless of 21, he chose "Yes" without hesitation!

[You have completed the second step, now it is the third step, choose any target, and then give the brush to that person]

"Send someone?"

Wei An looked at the muscular men all over the room. Besides him, who else is interested in writing and drawing?

No!

Just at this time, a woman came in leading a little girl. The woman was Zhang Sanqiao's wife, and the little girl was their daughter Zhang Mingzhu, who was only seven years old.

The woman brought Zhang Mingzhu straight to Wei An.

Wei An quickly stood up and saluted: "I have seen the headed wife."

“免来？自，小*说&群【9！8;0，2>0，5.~8-5/6呆，呆礼免来？自，小*说&群【9！8;0，2>0，5.~8-5/6呆，呆礼。”

The woman waved her hands with a smile, and said with a smile: "Wei An, my girl is not young anymore, can you teach her to read and write?"

Wei An raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course."

"Okay, okay!" The woman was overjoyed, "As long as you teach well, your wages will go up."

She pointed at Wei An, and said to her daughter: "Mingzhu, quickly call sir."

Zhang Mingzhu glanced at her mother, then at Wei An, then lowered her head shyly, and called out in a crisp voice, "Sir."

Wei An smiled knowingly, pulled a bench beside him, and said to the little girl, "You sit here."

Zhang Mingzhu climbed onto the bench with hands and feet, and sat upright.

Wei Anlue pondered for a while, picked up the writing brush and said, "Mingzhu, if you want to learn to write and write well, you must first have a good writing brush. This pen is well-made. After my personal inspection, it is indeed an excellent writing brush." .”

As he said that, he handed the brush to Zhang Mingzhu, and said with a smile, "I gave it to you, you should use it to practice calligraphy well."

Zhang Mingzhu held her breath excitedly, her eyes were shining like stars, she raised her hands, took the brush carefully, and held it in her palm like a treasure, she couldn't put it down.

[You gave the brush to Zhang Mingzhu, the simulation officially started]

……

……

[The first year: I was praised as a treasure by an unscrupulous teacher and gave it to Zhang Mingzhu. This silly girl really treats me as a treasure, and uses me to practice writing every day, and persists. 】

[Second year: Zhang Mingzhu is gifted and intelligent, and her calligraphy skills have improved rapidly, and she soon surpassed a certain unscrupulous teacher. 】

[Third year: Zhang Mingzhu formally learns calligraphy from Master Tengye. She has shown amazing accomplishments in calligraphy and was promoted to an intermediate calligraphy apprentice at the age of ten.What is commendable is that she has never left me. 】

……

[The seventh year: Zhang Mingzhu has become a master of calligraphy, and he has grown up, as beautiful as a flower. Yan Xingkong, the young master of "Yanjiabao", admired beauty, and asked the Zhang family to marry Zhang Mingzhu as a dowry. After being rejected, Yan Xingkong became furious, slaughtered Zhang Ji's blacksmith shop, robbed Zhang Mingzhu, and set fire to the blacksmith shop. Poor I was burned to ashes in the fire. 】

[The simulation is over! 】

[You can choose one of the following rewards:]

【[-]. Ashes of Yanghao】

[[-]. Calligraphy skills possessed by brush holders]

Seeing this, Wei An instantly understood everything in his mind. This is how the Ganqing Wanwu simulation system is used.

Spend a certain amount of rough stones, then simulate the "life" of a certain item, and finally get rewards!

"There's no need to think about choosing one of the two..." Wei An chose the second reward without thinking about it.

In an instant, a lot of memories of practicing calligraphy, mastering and honing calligraphy skills flooded into Wei An's mind, and a burning heat passed through his right arm and body.

Wei An came back to his senses, looked at his right hand, and suddenly picked up another brush on the table and began to write, the pen was like a snake, powerful and majestic, penetrating three points!

"Good word!"

Madam's tender body trembled, amazed.

Even Zhang Mingzhu stretched her neck, her eyes lit up, showing an expression of worship.

The words written by Mr. have twists and turns, like fog, rain and wind, so beautiful!

02 light white

【Name: Wei An】

【Age: 15 years old】

【Master Skill: Calligraphy (Master Level)】

"Tsk tsk, master class!"

Wei An's heart was surging, and his calligraphy was greatly improved in an instant, and he was promoted to the level of a master.

The feeling of flying dragons and snakes full of pen and ink, as if he had practiced it with painstaking efforts for many years!

"Calligraphy master! This is a transcendent state that many people can't achieve through hard work!"

"However, I only spent 10 low-grade rough stones to simulate it once."

"This money is simply not worth it!"

Wei An breathed heavily, filled with emotions.

The simulation system of all things is amazing!

"The balance is 20, and I can simulate it twice more!" Wei An was emotionally excited, and immediately spent another 10 low-grade rough stones, and handed the brush in his hand to his wife.

This time, if he chooses to give it to his wife, how will Kangkang's result be different.

"Oh, for me?"