Sir, do you have a survival guide?

Chapter 65

At that time, it was raining heavily, and a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky, and it struck a tree growing in the swamp.

To be precise, it is one of two very similar trees.

I don't know how long those two trees have been in the swamp, but they seem to have been there from the very beginning. Anyway, the animals and monsters in the swamp have long been used to the two trees that have not moved all year round.

But, to be honest, those two trees are really beautiful. The two trees are leaning on the rocks on the left and the right. It is decorated with silver patterns, and the leaves of the other tree are decorated with silver patterns with a little gold. When the wind blows, it makes a piece of gold and silver shine in the distance.

That lightning strike was the more conspicuous silver tree. I really don't know what this tree did, well, it was struck so badly by a sky thunder.

There was a "Hula", and what was even more tragic was that after being struck by lightning, the tree burst into flames, and half of the trunk collapsed like a mudslide, and fell to the ground with a loud noise.

"Oh my God!"

The tree next to him was shocked, and soon a man in apricot clothes came out from behind the tree. The man had long hair draped over his shoulders, and the end of his hair was tied with a silver headband. There is a faint brilliance in the room, and the gestures are full of nobility.

When the man saw the burning tree trunk on the ground, he couldn't help but get angry. He made a tactic and hurriedly extinguished the burning sky fire. Then he walked to the remaining tree, revealing a man who hates iron He raised one hand, as if he was about to slap it, but because he was afraid that his palm would wipe out the remaining half of the tree trunk, he could only put his hand down again bitterly:

"Wu Ya, you've been struck by lightning like this, why don't you wake me up? Are you planning to burn yourself to death?! Ah?!"

The remaining half of the tree did not respond at all.

"Get the fuck out of here!"

After holding back for a long while, the man finally couldn't help it, not caring that his behavior didn't match his temperament at all, he kicked the root of the half-cut tree and said,

"If you still treat me as your brother, come out! Otherwise, I'll kick you to pieces!"

The remnant tree was kicked several times, and the remaining leaves fell to the ground rustlingly, and the few leaves were about to be shaken off. The remnant tree finally moved, and Guanghua suddenly moved. Suddenly, a silver-haired man appeared with a gloomy face and said:

"Jiuqiu, that's enough."

These are the only two silver-scaled dragon horn trees in the world. They already have spirits. One is named Wuya, and the other is named Jiuqiu.

The two brothers couldn't tell how old they were, but they only knew that the world had changed for a long time, and they slept here for a long time, during which time the same race in the world might have perished long ago.

I planned to continue to sleep deeply, but this time the thunder struck really well.

After Shen Wuya came out, Jiuqiu breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Shen Wuya's body, frowned and said:

"I remember that it's almost your resurrection period? You look like this... you should still be awake."

Shen Wuya glanced at Jiuqiu coldly, but said nothing.

After the two brothers took shape, they looked at each other for a long time. In the end, Jiuqiu couldn't take it anymore. He suggested to take a look at the surrounding environment first, and clean up the tree-gnawing things first.

Shen Wuya still didn't speak, leaning on his body with a sullen look.

After Jiuqiu's investigation, he found a lot of things. What interested Jiuqiu most was an abandoned hut not far from the swamp.

I don't know when this hut was built, but in such a remote place, it should be a hermit. At least judging from the things he left behind, the owner of the hut still has good taste.

Jiuqiu searched for a long time in the hut, and when he was happy, he took all the things he found in the hut back to the swamp, and placed them beside Shen Wuya like offering treasures, saying:

"Wuya, look, things from the human race!"

Shen Wuya squatted down uninterestedly to help sort out the things that Jiuqiu brought back. Inside were silk and bamboo slips with things they couldn't understand written on them, but they could barely recognize them from the paintings on them. They might be from the human race. Word.

Flipping through, the attention of the two of them was involuntarily attracted by a small puppet in a pile of messy things——

The little puppet is only the size of an adult's palm, wearing simple clothes, although it is covered with dust, but the little puppet has facial features and hair, very cute, and the joints are flexible, and can pose many poses, it should be for children toys.

Jiuqiu snatched the little puppet from Shen Wuya's hand, whether it was a toy for children or not, played with it happily for a long time, and said:

"This little thing is so much fun."

Shen Wuya: "..."

"Oh, by the way, Wu Ya, anyway, the half of your tree trunk is left alone, why don't we make a puppet too?"

Jiuqiu suddenly suggested.

"Whimsical." Shen Wuya commented.

However, Jiuqiu's character has always been to think about it. Anyway, he couldn't bear to be idle in the swamp every day, and because of the things in the hut, he was more curious about the current situation in the world, so he ignored Shen Wuya. After dissuading them, after throwing a few restrictions on their bodies, they dragged Shen Wuya to the mortal world.

After the two trees came to the world, they were stunned by the world at that time.

Before they fell into a deep sleep, their memories of the human race were nothing more than animals that drank blood, and the world was still a non-human world such as the monster race, but now the world has its own city, and the rest of the races are declining, and it is not easy to reveal their whereabouts.

While lamenting that the human race is the darling of heaven after all, Jiuqiu dragged Shen Wuya around this grotesque world, watching curiously.

Until one day, Jiuqiu and Shen Wuya met a juggling troupe manipulating puppets on the street.

Under the guidance of the puppeteer, the puppets made various actions, coupled with the unobtrusive dubbing by the puppeteer, which made the audience burst into laughter.

"Let's go." Shen Wuya didn't know why Jiuqiu was so interested and would stand still and not go. In his eyes, human tricks were really naive.

"Wait." Jiuqiu's eyes lit up, obviously he had his attention again.

The next day, Jiuqiu took Shen Wuya to visit a nearby tree demon who could carve, and then pressed Shen Wuya's head, and worshiped that tree demon as his teacher with Shen Wuya.

Shen Wuya: "..."

If Jiuqiu was not his elder brother, he would have hacked Jiuqiu to death long ago.

That tree demon can be regarded as a monster of the same generation as them. Seeing that Jiuqiu brought Shen Wuya to apprentice, he was reluctant at first, but then he couldn't wear Jiuqiu. Finally, under Shen Wuya's eyes that were about to kill people, Crying and turning themselves into an old man, at least they should respect the old and love the young... right?

This tree demon is called "Old Zhou" by Jiuqiu, and the reason why Jiuqiu respects him so much is because Zhou Lao is the only monster who has lived for so many years, is still awake, and has not been tortured madly by endless time.

At least, after Jiuqiu woke up, he met the only tree demon who was still sane and seemed to be very peaceful.

This wisdom alone is enough for Jiuqiu to admire.

Jiuqiu and Shen Wuya stayed with Mr. Zhou for ten years. During this period, Mr. Zhou was really like an elder leading two young apprentices, teaching the two brothers to carve hand in hand. Whether it is jade or wood, Mr. Zhou can Teaching, and during this period, Mr. Zhou also successively accepted many human apprentices.

What's more, unexpectedly, Jiuqiu learned to carve by pressing Shen Wuya's head. As a result, Shen Wuya's talent was unexpectedly revealed. Lifelike, with an air of air, I don't know how much better than Jiuqiu in learning.

In addition, this point is also comprehensible, and Shen Wuya has also learned medical skills.

...This result may also be that he has learned medical skills too well, and has a thorough understanding of the body structure of people, animals, etc.

Jiuqiu: "Brother, I will rely on you from now on."

Jiuqiu, who was disgusted by Zhou Lao every time, said so.

When the two brothers were about to leave the teacher, Mr. Zhou looked at the two brothers and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion:

"I don't know when I'll see you two next time."

Jiuqiu laughed, still looking heartless: "Don't worry, don't worry, we will see you again."

Then he happily went to pack his things.

After Jiuqiu left, Shen Wuya frowned, and stopped talking for a while, and finally asked under the encouraging eyes of Mr. Zhou:

"Old Zhou, don't you think my brother's ideas are too wild?"

"Silly boy."

Elder Zhou smiled and asked,

"Why do you think I accept apprentices? Even if those apprentices are human races?"

Shen Wuya glanced complicatedly at the various rough products carved by his so-called "junior brothers" under Mr. Zhou's feet, without saying a word.

"Oh, there is always something to look forward to in life."

Elder Zhou leaned over, picked up a stone sculpture of a little rabbit, and stroked it in his palm. It was a birthday present from his youngest apprentice.

"It's like this for too long. If you don't want to move forward even a little bit, you can't help recalling and regretting day by day, and then you sink deeper and deeper, and finally drown yourself."

Mr. Zhou paused, his face full of disillusionment after the vicissitudes of life:

"So, either find something so that I have no time to mourn the spring and autumn; or find someone in that era to pull myself forward."

He raised his head, his wrinkled face smiled like a chrysanthemum:

"Xiao Shen, your brother is trying to make something that fits these two characteristics."

Shen Wuya didn't answer. Although he knew what Mr. Zhou said was right, but thinking of Jiuqiu's proposal, he couldn't help but feel:

absurd.

……

After returning to the swamp, the two words Shen Wuya uttered the most were "absurd".

As soon as Jiuqiu came back, he wanted to be his own puppet, and he even borrowed the soil, and then sharpened his knife and chopped off many branches of his own body, almost cutting his own body bald. Experiment on yourself first.

Facing Jiuqiu's extraordinary enthusiasm, Shen Wuya glanced at his half lying on the tree again——

Delicate mushrooms flutter in the wind.

So with a sigh, Shen Wuya rolled up his sleeves, and could only help his brother continue to do this "ridiculous" thing.

After collecting the wood, because Jiuqiu's carving skills were not as good as Shen Wuya's, Shen Wuya helped Jiuqiu make most of the puppet's parts, only the face, which Jiuqiu insisted on completing alone.

Jiuqiu: "This puppet must first meet my standards, so brother, let me come alone."

After a pause, Jiuqiu threw a knife to Shen Wuya:

"If you have nothing to do, you can carve yourself."

Seeing Jiuqiu's insistence, Shen Wuya couldn't help it, thinking it was a perfunctory to his brother, he also started to use the half of his body lying on the ground to carve his own puppet.

I don't know how much time has passed, when the puppet's face was carved, Shen Wuya stared blankly at the puppet lying on the ground in front of him, only the puppet whose face was not carved was left, and he couldn't help being dazed.

What should this puppet look like?

Shen Wuya lowered his eyes, thought for a while, then put the point of the knife on the puppet's face, cruelly, and drew the first stroke——

In the end, the two puppets were finished almost at the same instant, that is, Jiuqiu's puppet was slightly earlier.

After putting on the two puppets, the two brothers sat together, looking at the two puppets leaning against each other, a little dazed.

Things come naturally.

No one knew why they would choose such appearances for their puppets, as if they were predetermined by someone in the dark, but it was only expressed through their hands.

Jiuqiu looked at Shen Wuya's puppet curiously, and said with a smile:

"You puppet looks so like a small group, who will take care of whom?"

In Jiuqiu's eyes, Shen Wuya's sculpted puppet is clean and fair, with a slender figure and handsome features. He is leaning against another puppet. When his eyes are closed, the long eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes. Sleeping peacefully, he will open his eyes in the next second, and then watch them laugh, and there must be a small dimple at the corner of his mouth.

Regarding Jiuqiu's words, Shen Wuya felt strange in his heart. He intuitively felt that his puppet was not as simple as he imagined, but now it was just a dead thing, so he could only retort forcefully:

"His appearance is deceptive, isn't it?"

Jiuqiu suddenly withdrew her smile, shocked:

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that?"

Shen Wuya: "..."

After being speechless for a while, Shen Wuya began to look at the puppet carved by Jiuqiu.

Object-like host type.

This sentence is well reflected in Jiuqiu's puppet.Jiuqiu's puppet looks like a young man in troubled times, with picturesque features, even with his eyes closed, he is gentle and elegant.

However, Shen Wuya couldn't help but glanced at his brother, feeling that the last word might be a bit inaccurate.

Anyway, he could tell that Jiuqiu...maybe really wanted to be a gentleman as gentle as jade, but unfortunately, his temper was gone when he opened his mouth.

Jiuqiu, who was slandered by Shen Wuya, didn't know Shen Wuya's complicated psychology at all. He happily patted Shen Wuya and asked:

"We'll give them hearts later. Oh, by the way, since we are brothers, they are also brothers, right? Wu Ya, how about a name?"

"name?"

Shen Wuya pondered for a moment and said,

"Don't wait for them to have their own consciousness, let them choose by themselves?"

"When will it wait?"

Jiuqiu laughed,

"Actually, I've thought about it a long time ago. They must be the Yunzi generation."

"cloud?"

"Yes, it's so comfortable to be a cloud." Jiuqiu's eyes were shining, he pointed to the clouds in the sky, and said, "I've already thought about it, and mine is called Yunyan."

Shen Wuya followed Jiuqiu's movements and looked at the blue sky.

The sky was blue and clear, and the clouds moved slowly to the east under the wind, leaving streaks of light-colored cloud filaments in the sky.

It was so a thousand years ago, and it will be so a thousand years from now.

"My name is Yun Yi."

Shen Wuya said.