My dream connects to three thousand years later.

Chapter 205 Talent Rewriting!

“However,” Xu Zihong teased, lightly stroking the table with his fingers, “you’d better be gentle…don’t break these old bones of mine! You shouldn’t send me to the hospital, right? If I do, and your group of senior brothers come running over…you’ll have a hard time explaining yourself!”

Chu Zhu silently approached Xu Zihong from behind, gently placing her hands on his temples, her voice soft: "Don't worry, teacher... don't forget, I showed you my exquisite acupuncture skills before!"

"How could I possibly hurt you?" After a slight pause, Chu Zhu continued, "On the other hand, even if you were to face certain death one day in the future, I might be able to pull you back from the brink!"

“…I see.” Xu Zihong lowered his eyes, feeling a sudden drowsiness. He yawned and then complained, “Acupuncture without acupuncture…Kid, don’t forget to buy some needles! Other old fogies aren’t as easy to fool as I am.”

"Mm," Chu Zhu replied softly with a smile. Then, the talent replication was activated!
To Chu Zhu's surprise, this copying was unexpectedly easy. Perhaps it was because this was simply one way he used his first supernatural power to copy... or perhaps, as his good friend had said, he had already reached the peak of his cultivation on the first realm, only lacking destiny.

Therefore, a large amount of information flooded into his mind at that moment.

The copying process largely filters out the ordinary memories in the other person's mind... On the one hand, the massive influx of memories can lead to a break in self-awareness. Even though his good friend was not aware of the risk of his self-awareness being shaken at the time, he was keenly aware that doing so was not good for him.

Moreover, there's actually no way to directly read someone's memories to obtain information... My good brother actually considered using this thing to directly access the memory information in James Raven's mind! He even mentioned it in his diary.

But... after trying it once, he didn't dare to do it again.

After all, this method of copying can only forcibly replicate, and cannot filter.

When unable to select the memories one desires, it's easy to inadvertently skew one's self-perception to that of James Raven—

Even if you realize it later, you are still very likely to change your values ​​and beliefs because of the other person. To put it bluntly, people's cognition is essentially based on memory... Even if you realize it, it is difficult to filter it out!

If that situation really comes up, the trouble will be huge... But if it's just about the memory of skills, my good brother obviously doesn't think it's a big problem.

As it turns out, while he wasn't entirely right, he was at least correct in not stealing large amounts of other people's memories...

If he really went all out to acquire other people's memories, he probably would have completely lost control after searching just two or three people! He wouldn't have lasted until later, after copying the skills of countless brilliant geniuses and becoming a complete polymath... that's when he finally went completely insane!
Next breath.

A wealth of skills related to traditional Chinese painting, literature, and writing flooded his mind.

Chu Zhu's pupils slowly dilated. These memories of techniques, combined with the numerous painting skills Chu Zhu had already learned, created a chemical reaction... forcibly and dramatically enhancing Chu Zhu's painting skills, which had already reached the pinnacle of the younger generation—

Comparable to, no! If you add your own original painting skills... even if you surpass Xu Zihong in the way of painting now, that would be reasonable, right?
However, compared to her paintings, Chu Zhu's calligraphy has changed much more... Although she had practiced with Xu Zihong, she could only say that it was beautiful, but as for being called a master... that was simply out of the question!
But now, with the influx of skills... he feels that his calligraphy skills have increased exponentially.

Although he has never completely surpassed Xu Zihong, he is now absolutely on par with Xu Zihong.

And literary cultivation... perhaps it's just a fleeting moment, or perhaps... a very long time has passed...

Chu Zhu swayed slightly, but he did his best to suppress his exhaustion. With trembling hands, he gently helped Xu Zihong to lean on the table before taking a step back.

He collapsed to the ground, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his expression dazed, and he was panting heavily.

"...This! My head hurts so much. And...I am!" Chu Zhu suddenly woke up and quickly shook his head. He subconsciously looked at his arm and seemed to be hallucinating that scales had grown on his arm, but when he looked closely, he found that there were none.

Chu Zhu: "..."

This is terrifying! This must be pollution... Let's see what happens next. After this suicide attempt, what will the final result be...? If the result is not satisfactory, even if this copying talent is so powerful that it defies the heavens, we will have to forcibly ban it!
Chu Zhu patted her cheeks, then looked at Xu Zihong, who was lying on the table, fast asleep, with a complicated expression.

Even though he tried his best to filter out his memories... he still managed to capture some scattered fragments of memories that Xu Zihong found extremely vivid.

That fragment of memory... was the scene of Chu Zhu saying goodbye to Xu Zihong.

Chu Zhu felt a pang of sadness. Xu Zihong ultimately couldn't let go of the fact that he had given up traditional Chinese painting. Even if he outwardly seemed to have moved on... well, that's perfectly normal!

But then, Chu Zhu frowned, lost in thought: "Incidentally obtaining a small fragment of a vivid memory! Hmm, this mechanism seems quite interesting..."

Chu Zhu was pondering a very serious question: if he were in the real world and replicated the skills of James Riven or Howard Riven, what would be the most memorable fragment of their memories that he could obtain?

Wait, speaking of which, do these two Raven family guys... have any special skills they're good at?

Chu Zhu fell into deep thought, "Never mind..."

"How about we let our good brother test it out?" Chu Zhu was itching to try. He felt that it was most likely related to the secret chamber that his good brother hadn't been able to detect. It might even be related to the information that the Golden Dawn was truly connected to God.

The only thing to worry about is...

After learning about the risks, would his good brother still be willing to take the gamble? Chu Zhu had his doubts.

It took Chu Zhu more than half an hour to catch her breath. She called the older woman over and asked her to look after Xu Zihong. Chu Zhu pondered what to do next. "If the risks are ultimately under control, should I... try some more techniques in the dream world? But it seems there aren't any techniques I'd really care about..."

Chu Zhu sighed. He had basically learned all sorts of useful and miscellaneous technologies in the dream world. In comparison... physics, chemistry, and mathematics from the real world were indeed more meaningful to him.

(End of this chapter)