Time flies. Twenty years have passed, Lu Zhuang is already in his forties, and his children are already in college.

In the past twenty years, Lu Zhuang lost contact with his master, but he never gave up on the idea of ​​finding his master.

However, no matter how he looked for it, his master had never appeared, as if it had evaporated from the world.

In life, there may always be some people lost.

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

After more than twenty years, Lu Zhuang was over 60 years old, and his children had formed their own family. He retired and was at home.

Some time ago, his body began to have some problems and he couldn't teach again, so he started his retirement life.

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

"Old Lu, come and play chess."

When Lu Zhuang was walking on the road, a voice came.

He looked over and found that it was a bald old man, who was playing chess with one person at this time.

There was a group of people around him watching.

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

"No, I'll go for a walk." Lu Zhuang waved his hand to the old man and smiled, and said.

He doesn't like crowded places, not to mention that there are so many people there, so it's hard for him to have a chance to get some of the people there.

The old man smiled and nodded when he heard Lu Zhuang's words, then lowered his head and pondered at the chess game in front of him.

Then Luzhuang continued to jog in the park, which was near his home. He often came here to exercise, but he was familiar with the road.

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

Luzhuang looked at the open space ahead, where there was a young man.

The young man was practicing with a sword at this time, like an old man.

He practiced Tai Chi sword, which Lu Zhuang knew.

But compared to this swordsmanship, this person really made him feel a little familiar, and seemed to have seen it somewhere.

The young man seemed to feel his opinion, nodded slightly, and then continued to practice swordsmanship.

"This person looks like a master." Lu Zhuang swallowed, then walked closer, and looked closer, but found that the more he looked, he found that the more he looked, almost the same as his master carved it out of the same mold.

"Hello, is there anything you need to ask me for?" Seeing Lu Zhuang coming, Li Si put away the long sword in his hand and smiled at him.

When Lu Zhuang heard this, he was stunned and then smiled bitterly.

How could this person be a master? He has reached the age of 65, how could his master still be in his twenties?

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

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

"Of course, there are elders." Li Si smiled and started chatting with Lu Zhuang.

After a while, Lu Zhuang was disappointed. He found that the elders in this family had nothing to do with his master. One was from the south and the other was from the north, which was far from the south.

Then he had another conversation with Li Si and went to exercise.

Since today, Luzhuang will see this young man practicing swords in this park every day, and he has always practiced the slow Tai Chi sword.

This time lasted for more than a month.

During this month, he also investigated the identity of this person. The person was named Li Si. He was not of the same surname as his master. He was said to be from a martial arts family.

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

And the two of them talked very much about this, and they felt like they were having a long time.

"Old Lu, ask me to tell me that your running is not as effective as me practicing sword." While speaking, Li Si said something unexpectedly.

Hearing his words, Lu Zhuang smiled and said, "Is it difficult for you to teach me how to learn sword?"

"Teaching can be taught, but you have to worship me as your teacher."

When Lu Zhuang heard this, he was a little dazed, and then laughed and scolded: "You are only in your twenty years, but you dare to accept me, an old man in your sixties as your apprentice. You can think of it. If someone knows, I would be embarrassed."

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

If it were someone else, he might not want to do so, but the person in front of him looked exactly like his master, and he had already lost a little bit of grudge in his heart.

Afterwards, Lu Zhuang began to learn martial arts with Li Si. Only at this time did he feel that this little master is really capable.

I have a unique understanding of martial arts.

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

One time he was chased and bitten by a dog, and in desperation he beat the dog with a fine wooden stick and screamed.

I remember when the dog owner came over, the dog hid behind the dog owner as if he had found a savior, constantly crying.

The dog owner was a girl and was also panicked. She had told Lu Zhuang before that her dog would not bite people and would not be leashed. Who knew that when the dog behind her chased Lu Zhuang and bit her, she couldn't even hold it, and she was a little embarrassed.

Later, Lu Zhuang just warned her to take a leash when walking her dog in the future, and then went back.

And this incident made Lu Zhuang much more respectful to Li Si.

Time flies, day after day, year after year, Lu Zhuang's health has improved.

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

A year later, when Lu Zhuang's lover passed away, he became much more haggard.

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

"I'm leaving."

One day, Li Si said with a smile.

Hearing his words, Lu Zhuang was slightly stunned, and then hurriedly said, "Master, where are you going?"

"I have some things to do. This is my family's business, so it's hard to tell you." Li Si shook her head, then picked up the box next to her, opened it and revealed a long sword.

This is a wooden long sword. The sword body and scabbard of the long sword are like bamboo, knotted one by one, and look extremely beautiful.

Seeing this long sword, Lu Zhuang frowned.

For some reason, he felt that the sword was very familiar, as if he had seen it 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 stunned, and then quickly refused: "How can this work?"

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

Li Si put the sword in the palm of Lu Zhuang and said with a smile.

"This..." Lu Zhuang looked at the long sword in his hand, and his face showed a hesitation.

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

Lu Zhuang was slightly stunned. He wanted to say something, but found that he could not say anything, so he could only watch his master leave the park.

When will this parting be met?

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

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

Seems to have seen it somewhere.

As he thought 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 very long dream, in which he was from a poor family.

When he was ten years old, a flood broke out in his home, and it was a god who saved him and his father.

Afterwards, the god sent them into a new world.

I still remember that the god gave a sword to his father in his dream to keep order.

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

This sword is called the Hen Bamboo Sword?

Thinking of the various things in the dream, Lu Zhuang felt like he was a different world.

"If I were now, how could I break the deadlock?" he thought to himself.

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

And he can even become the person with the highest power in that world and transform that world.

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

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

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

But neither of his two masters had seen the old side.
To be continued...