Strange World Survival Manual

Time flies, twenty years have passed, Lu Zhuang is already in his forties, and his children have all gone to college.

Over the past twenty years, Lu Zhuang has lost contact with his master, but he has never given up the idea of ​​​​finding his master.

However, no matter how he searched, his master never appeared, as if he had disappeared from the world.

In life, you may always lose some people.

As time passed, Lu Zhuang gradually let go and started his own life.

Twenty years later, Lu Zhuang was over sixty years old. His children had formed their own families, and he retired at home.

Some time ago, he began to suffer from some physical problems and could no longer teach, so he began his retirement life.

After retiring, he also began to exercise his body, trying to get rid of those problems. However, because he didn't pay attention when he was young, he has become a tarsal maggot and it is difficult to get better.

"Lao Lu, let's play chess."

Lu Zhuang was walking on the road when a voice came.

He looked over and found a bald old man, who was playing chess with a man.

There was a group of people gathered around, watching.

Lu Zhuang knew this old man and was his neighbor. Some time ago, he heard that his daughter went to Kyoto University.

"No, I'm going to take a walk." Lu Zhuang waved to the old man and said with a smile.

He doesn't like crowded places, not to mention there are so many people there, it's hard for him to have a chance to play a few games.

After listening to Lu Zhuang's words, the old man smiled and nodded, and then lowered his head and meditated on the chess game in front of him.

Then Lu Zhuang continued to trot in the park. This park was near his home. He often came here to exercise, so he was familiar with the road.

And when he ran to an open space, his body suddenly paused and then stopped.

Lu Zhuang looked at the open space in front of him, where there was a young man.

The young man was holding a sword and practicing like an old man.

He practices Tai Chi sword, and Lu Zhuang knows him.

But compared to this swordsmanship, this person did feel a little familiar to him, as if he had seen him somewhere.

The young man seemed to feel what he was looking at, nodded slightly, and then continued practicing his sword.

"This man looks like Master." Lu Zhuang swallowed, then walked closer and looked carefully, but found that the more he looked, the more he looked like him. He was almost carved from the same mold as his Master.

"Hello, what do you want from me?" Seeing Lu Zhuang coming over, Li Si put away the sword in his hand and smiled at him.

When Lu Zhuang heard this, he was also stunned, and then he smiled bitterly in his heart.

How could this person be his master? He was already sixty-five years old, so how could his master be still in his twenties?

Thinking of this, he shook his head towards Li Si and said, "Sorry, little brother, I recognized the wrong person."

Speaking of this, Lu Zhuang paused and looked at Li Sidao: "Little brother, you look like an old friend of mine. I wonder if there are any elders in your family?"

"Elders, of course there are." Li Si smiled and started chatting with Lu Zhuang.

After a while, Lu Zhuang felt disappointed. He found that the elder in this family had no relationship with his master. One was from the south and the other was from the north. They were very different.

Afterwards, he talked with Li Si again and went to practice.

And from today on, Lu Zhuang would see this young man practicing swordsmanship in this park every day, and he would always practice the slow Tai Chi sword.

This situation lasted for more than a month.

During this month, he also investigated the identity of this person. This person's name was Li Si. He did not have the same surname as his master. It was said that he was from a martial arts family.

After the investigation, Lu Zhuang would often pay attention to Li Si, and finally one day, he couldn't help but start talking to the young man again.

And during this conversation, the two of them had a very lively conversation, and there was a faint feeling that they had known each other for years.

"Mr. Lu, let me tell you, your running is not as effective as my sword practice." While speaking, Li Si seemed to say something unintentionally.

Hearing his words, Lu Zhuang smiled and said, "Is it possible that you want to teach me how to learn the sword?"

"You can teach, but you have to worship me as your teacher."

Hearing this, Lu Zhuang was slightly in a daze, and then he laughed and cursed: "You are only in your twenties, yet you dare to accept me, an old man in his sixties, as your apprentice. You can't imagine that if anyone knows, I will be embarrassed." Big hair.”

Later, Lu Zhuang still worshiped Li Si as his teacher.

If it were anyone else, he might not be willing, but the person in front of him looked the same as his master, and there was already a bit less grudge in his heart.

Later, Lu Zhuang began to learn martial arts with Li Si. Only then could he feel that his little master was really capable.

They all have a unique understanding of martial arts.

Moreover, what he was taught were real things, not fake things, and his health began to improve.

There was even a time when he was chased and bitten by a dog. In desperation, he beat the dog with a thin wooden stick until it howled.

I remember that when the dog owner came over, the dog hid behind the dog owner as if it had found a savior, and kept crying.

The dog owner was a girl, and she was also panicked. She had told Lu Zhuang before that her dog did not bite, and it would be fine without a leash. Who knew that when the dog chased Lu Zhuang and bit her later, she couldn't pull him back? Somewhat embarrassing.

After that, Lu Zhuang just warned her to keep the dog on a leash when walking her dog in the future, and then went back.

And what happened this time also made Lu Zhuang's attitude towards Li Si much more respectful.

Time passed quickly, day after day, year after year, Lu Zhuang's health got better.

However, his lover's body was diagnosed with cancer.

A year later, Lu Zhuang's lover passed away, and he became very haggard.

After that, Lu Zhuang kept practicing swordsmanship with Li Si, as if he wanted to turn the grief and anger in his heart into strength.

"I gotta go."

One day, Li Si said with a smile.

Hearing his words, Lu Zhuang was slightly startled, and then quickly said: "Master, where are you going?"

"I have something to do. This is my family's business. I can't tell you." Li Si shook his head, then picked up the box on the side and opened it to reveal a long sword.

This is a wood-colored long sword. The sword body and scabbard are like bamboo, knotted one after another. It looks extremely beautiful.

Lu Zhuang frowned when he saw the long sword.

For some reason, he felt that this sword was very familiar, as if he had seen it before somewhere.

"This is a gift for you." Li Si took out the long sword from the wooden box and handed it to Lu Zhuang.

Hearing his words, Lu Zhuang was slightly startled, and then quickly declined: "How can this be done?"

"This sword is called the Hate Bamboo Sword. I don't need it anymore. You should keep it. Practice your sword well in the future and don't waste what I gave you."

Li Si put the sword in Lu Zhuang's hand and said with a smile.

"This..." Lu Zhuang looked at the sword in his hand with a look of hesitation on his face.

But at this time, he found that his master had packed up his things and left.

Lu Zhuang was stunned for a moment and wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything and could only watch his master leave the park.

This parting, and when can we meet again.

In the days that followed, Lu Zhuang often stared at the sword in a daze.

He didn't know why, but since his master left, he had a special feeling about this sword.

Seems like I've seen it somewhere.

After thinking about it, one day, he suddenly remembered that when he was twelve years old, his master asked him to buy wine.

At that time, he had a long, long dream. In that dream, he was from a poor family.

When he was ten years old, there was a flood in his family. It was a god who saved him and his father.

After that, the god sent them into a new world.

I still remember that the god gave a sword to his father in his dream, asking him to maintain order.

And that long sword is exactly the same as this one.

This sword is called the Hate Bamboo Sword?

Thinking about all the things in that dream, Lu Zhuang felt as if he was in another world.

"If it were me now, how should I break the situation?" he thought in his mind.

At this time, he felt that the world had a lot of development potential, with the care of immortals, and even the existence of immortal gates.

And he can even become the most powerful person in that world and can transform that world.

Thinking of this, he felt a little eager to try.

"It's a pity, it's just a dream after all..." Lu Zhuang sighed helplessly and suppressed the feeling in his heart.

Then he thought of something funny. The last part of his dream was actually chatting with his master. By that time, he was already old.

But he had never seen the old side of his two masters.

After that, Lu Zhuang stopped thinking about that matter. After all, it was just a dream. What was the use of thinking about it so much.

Then he gathered his mentality and continued to practice swordsmanship, practicing Sanfu in the summer and Sanjiu in the winter.

In this flash, some time passed.

Lu Zhuang felt that it was difficult for him to break through, so he began to take the train and go to some dangerous forests to look for opportunities to break through.

His grandchildren knew about it and kept trying to persuade him, but he was determined to go.

Three years later, Lu Zhuang came back and fell ill this time.

Although he had exerted all his strength in the forest in the past three years, he still could not break through the last hurdle.

In Qingshan Hospital, Lu Zhuang was lying on the bed with an oxygen tube inserted into his nose and staring blankly at the ceiling.

It was at this time that a figure walked into the ward.

After this figure came in, he sat next to Lu Zhuang and remained silent.

Feeling that someone was coming, Lu Zhuang was stunned for a moment, then glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and his expression immediately became excited.

Seeing him like this, Li Si smiled and said, "I'm hurt."

After saying that, he pulled out Luzhuang's oxygen tube. This was just a dream, and it didn't matter whether it existed or not.

After the oxygen tube was removed, Lu Zhuang's breathing became rapid.

However, within a short while, he was breathing normally.

"Master...father." Lu Zhuang looked at Li Si with a complicated expression.

"What do you want to say?" Li Si took out an apple on the side and slowly peeled off the skin with a knife.

When Lu Zhuang heard this, his expression paused, he wanted to say something, and then he sighed.

He shook his head and said: "Master... I remember a dream. The things in the dream made me worried and prevented me from breaking through the opportunity..."

"Oh? What dream?" Li Si asked with a smile.

Later, Lu Zhuang told Li Si about his dreams when he was young. His throat was a little hoarse and his speech often stalled.

But Li Si didn't dislike it. He just listened carefully to Lu Zhuang's words while slowly peeling the apple.

When Lu Zhuang finished talking about what happened in the dream, he sighed quietly and said: "That world is full of waste and waiting for things to be done, just like a piece of white paper. If I have the chance, I really want to write something on that white paper... …”

At this point, he burst into laughter and looked at Li Sidao: "Master, look at me. We haven't seen each other for so long, and I'm still telling you these nonsense."

When Li Si heard this, he just shook his head and smiled and said: "Over the years, I have also known what your character is like. If you were in that kind of world, you would definitely be able to accomplish something."

"But, that was a dream..." Lu Zhuang shook his head gently, with a look of helplessness on his face.

"Who can tell the difference between dreams and reality?" Li Si laughed when he heard this, then paused, and said quietly: "Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, a lifelike butterfly, which means that he is suitable for his will and does not know what is going on. Suddenly he realized that, Then Zang Qu is like Zhou. I don’t know that Zhou’s dream is Hu Dieyu, and Hu Die’s dream is Zhou Yu? Zhou and Hu Die must be different. This is called materialization.”

Having said this, he paused and said, "Can you tell the difference between Zhuang Zhou and Die?"

Hearing this, Lu Zhuang was stunned for a moment, and began to see Li Si's appearance begin to change to that of his youth, and the apple in his hand turned into butterflies and scattered.

"This..." He looked at Li Si in disbelief.

"Since you said you wanted to write something in that world, you must keep your word." Li Si clapped his hands and said with a smile.

At this time, Lu Zhuang felt a pain in his head and looked a little dazed.

There was a double image of the master in front of me.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." The figure shook Luzhuang and woke him up.

Lu Zhuang shook his head, looked at the figure again, and saw that it was the waiter.

At the same time, he felt a pain in his head and a feeling of dizziness.

"Sir, are you okay? Do you want to see the doctor?" The waiter looked at Lu Zhuang worriedly.

"No need." Lu Zhuang shook his head and then asked, "What time is it now?"

"What time is it?" The waiter looked at Lu Zhuang, with a look of worry in his eyes. This man might have had a problem with drinking, so why did he ask such a strange question.

Seeing the waiter's expression, Lu Zhuang also thought of something, then he smiled bitterly and asked, "What time is it now?"

Hearing Lu Zhuang's question, the waiter breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "It's three minutes before midnight."

"Not three minutes later?" Lu Zhuang looked a little confused when he heard this.

It was just a cup of tea, and I hadn't even woken up yet, but I had spent my whole life in a dream.

Moreover, the memory of the dream is still very clear now.

"Sir, do you want to take a rest?" The waiter looked at Lu Zhuang and asked with concern.

"Thank you, no need." Lu Zhuang shook his head, then looked aside unintentionally, and his body froze.

At this time, a long sword like bamboo was placed on the table.

"Whose sword is this?" Lu Zhuang asked quickly when he saw the sword.

The waiter heard this and said, "The old man put this here. He paid for your drink and told you not to forget the agreement."

Hearing what the waiter said, Lu Zhuang's expression changed, he immediately picked up his sword and ran down to the second floor, chasing after him.

However, as soon as he reached the crowded street, he immediately froze. He didn't know how to find the master.

It was at this time that he saw an old man far ahead, who seemed to resemble his master.

Then, he immediately chased after him.

"Master!" Lu Zhuang ran up behind his father-in-law and patted him.

When the old man heard this, he turned around and frowned: "Who are you?"

Lu Zhuang looked at his father-in-law's appearance, his tall nose and big mouth, and immediately became embarrassed. This man was not his master.

"I'm sick." The old man snorted coldly when he saw his embarrassed look, and then walked into a temple nearby.

Lu Zhuang followed his father-in-law's figure and looked at the temple next to him.

This temple is the immortal temple of this world, and the one enshrined in it is the immortal who saved the suffering in the first place.

He scanned the statues in the temple and then prepared to leave.

At this moment, Lu Zhuang's body froze, and he continued to sweep towards the statue.

He unexpectedly discovered that his master in the dream had exactly the same temperament as the statue.

At the same time, Lu Zhuang looked at the Hate Bamboo Sword in his hand, and the identity of his master was about to be revealed.

His master is that god.