Zuo Ci was helpless. Lu Li could no longer be described as human; he was simply a monster.
"Mr. Lu, you flatter me. Compared to you, I am ashamed to say that I am not as good."
The young man standing to the side looked at Lu Li in horror. His master had actually lost?
In his eyes, Zuo Ci was a god-like being, yet he had lost to this young man who looked only a few years older than him.
This is absolutely outrageous, absolutely unbelievable!
However, Lu Li was somewhat puzzled. Since Zuo Ci knew that he was a person who had existed since the Warring States period, he was not surprised at all.
"Sir, although the Hundred Schools of Thought are not as prosperous as they once were, they still exist. It would be best if you were careful," Zuo Ci advised.
"oh?"
Lu Li raised an eyebrow, not understanding what Zuo Ci meant.
What do you mean by that?
Zuo Ci shook his head and said nothing more. Instead, he dipped his finger in water and wrote four characters on the table.
The Yellow Turban Rebellion.
Lu Li immediately realized that the Yellow Turban Rebellion might have been instigated by the Hundred Schools of Thought.
His mind raced through the options. Confucianism was the dominant force in the Han Dynasty, so it couldn't be them. Could it be Mohism?
Since he woke up, he has had no news of the Mo family at all. Even Sima Hui and others do not know whether the Mo family still exists.
"Take care, sir!" Zuo Ci said, and immediately walked out of the room.
Lu Li watched Zuo Ci and the young man's departing figures, his brows furrowing even deeper.
The Hundred Schools of Thought, the Yellow Turban Rebellion, erasing history—Lu Li gathers all the information together, and three completely unrelated keywords seem to have formed a connection.
Lu Li had no clue as to which of the Hundred Schools of Thought was manipulating all of this.
However, he also knew that he had to find the location of the Hundred Schools as soon as possible, otherwise he would suffer sooner or later.
After Lu Li left, the young man and Zuo Ci went back into the house.
"Master... how are you?" the young man asked.
Zuo Ci sat down in the chair, took a deep breath, and shook his head, saying, "I'm fine. I just used up a lot of energy. I'll be fine after a couple of days of rest."
The young man breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but then asked worriedly, "Master, is that Lu Li really that powerful?"
Zuo Ci shook his head with a wry smile and sighed, "He is the most monstrous person I have ever met in my life, an old monster who has lived for more than four hundred years."
"ah!"
The young man was terrified. How could someone who had lived for over four hundred years and was still so young be possible?
"Master, I think you must be mistaken. Is it really possible for someone in this world to live this long?" the young man asked incredulously.
Zuo Ci nodded and said, "I used to think he was just a legend, but now it seems that he really is an immortal."
"Immortality...how desirable it is," Zuo Ci said with a sigh, his eyes flashing with unusually complex emotions.
.......................
Inside an inn in Hanzhong.
Lu Li sat cross-legged, meditating with his eyes closed. A pale blue halo emanated from his body, filling the entire room with spiritual energy.
His aura grew stronger and stronger. Gradually, his clothes suddenly bulged, and he seemed to transform into a vortex, frantically devouring the surrounding spiritual energy.
After a long while, the spiritual energy in the room gradually thinned out. Lu Li finally opened his eyes, slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, and looked exhausted.
Indeed, the number of cultivators in this era is becoming increasingly scarce, making cultivation extremely difficult.
However, he had already reached the peak of the Lesser Grandmaster realm, and only needed one more step to enter the Martial Venerable realm.
But it was precisely this step that made Lu Li feel as if it were an abyss, unreachable.
He stood up, stretched his limbs, and immediately a series of cracking sounds rang out. His body became even more upright, like a javelin, and his demeanor became even more sharp.
"Um?"
He suddenly turned around and saw several familiar figures in the courtyard outside the window. It was... Guan Yu, Dian Wei, and others!
Why did they get here?
"Sir, we really don't have any extra rooms left," the waiter pleaded with Zhang Fei, his voice trembling with tears.
"Bah! I heard everything just now. You still had four superior rooms. How come you're saying you don't have any now?" Zhang Fei glared angrily and cursed.
The waiter hurriedly explained, "Sir, we really didn't lie to you. We really do only have four superior rooms left."
"Hey! You've got another one now, huh? You won't behave until you get a beating!" Zhang Fei roared, ready to strike.
"Sir, these four rooms are reserved for four officials! Please don't hit them, please don't hit them!" The waiter clutched his head and wailed in pain.
"Yide, don't make things difficult for them. Since there are no rooms available, let's go to another place," Liu Bei said, stopping Zhang Fei from the side.
Zhang Fei angrily withdrew his fist, glared fiercely at the waiter, snorted coldly, and turned to leave.
"Phew~" The waiter finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and muttered, "That was close!"
Just as the group stepped out of the inn, Lu Li appeared before them.
"Tiezhu, Yunchang, where are you going?" Lu Li's casual question made Dian Wei and Guan Yu pause in surprise.
The two then exchanged a glance, and Dian Wei asked, "Junior brother, I think I heard Master's voice."
Guan Yu's already rosy face became even redder at this moment.
He glanced at Dian Wei, gesturing for him to look behind him. The simple-minded Dian Wei was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Lu Li behind him, his eyes widening in surprise.
With a thud, Dian Wei knelt on the ground and said with deep sorrow, "Master! Your disciple has missed you so much! A day without you feels like three autumns!"
After saying that, Dian Wei knelt on the ground and quickly moved towards Lu Li, hugging Lu Li's leg and starting to cry bitterly.
This scene made Lu Li's lips twitch, and he wished he could slap him on the head.
"I'm not dead yet, and you're here crying mourning for me?" Lu Li said through gritted teeth.
"Uh..." Dian Wei awkwardly let go of his hand and chuckled foolishly, "He was just too excited to see his master."
Lu Li glared at him and said, "What are you doing out here? Didn't I tell you not to come?"
"Master, my junior brother feels sorry for our senior brother. If he doesn't come to avenge our senior brother, he will feel guilty for the rest of his life!"
"That's why I disobeyed my master's orders and brought my junior brother to Hanzhong! If you want to punish me, then punish me!"
Dian Wei appeared righteous and awe-inspiring, as if he were taking all the blame for Guan Yu's sake.
"Oh? Is that so? In that case, how about I punish you by making you copy Sun Tzu's Art of War ten times?" Lu Li said with a forced smile.
"Ten times...!!! Master..." Dian Wei immediately wilted upon hearing this.
Dian Wei wanted to say something more, but Lu Li coldly said, "If not, then twenty times?"
"Yes... I understand!" Dian Wei lowered his head, looking resigned to his fate.
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