I hang up for retirement in the martial arts world

Chapter 115 Background
"You don't need to be too polite!"

I saw the young man who stepped into the house half-closed his eyes, smiled and saluted several people: "It's late at night, uninvited, it's Yi bothering you!"

"Is it possible to disturb the elegance of the gentlemen?"

He was still dressed in plain white, with fluttering long sleeves, and he lacked the arrogance of wielding a knife in the daytime.

The round muscular outline was once again covered by the loose clothes, coupled with a pair of delicate features, it looked harmless to humans and animals.
But how dare the few people in the room look down on him now?
Mo Liulian and Zhu Yanqiu looked at each other without saying a word.

"Where is there, the boss came at the right time, how about having a few drinks together?" Liu Hanfeng turned sideways, raised his hand as a gesture, and invited him to take a seat.

"Then respect is worse than obedience!" Chen Yi smiled slightly, and sat down beside the sick Nangong Xihe.

"How is Mr. Nangong's injury?" When he sat down, he asked him with concern.

"Hey, it's a small injury, it's okay!" Nangong Xihe answered with his mouth, but his ears moved slightly, feeling a little surprised in his heart.

Right now the distance between the two is only a few feet, the distance is so close, with his ability, he can naturally feel the reality of this young man.

The eyes are bright, the breathing is long, the movements are calm, and the steps are solid.
"I really saw a ghost, did this mother get hurt?" Although his expression didn't change, his heart was full of doubts.

"How can you be like a normal person?"

"No, he was clearly injured during the day, and he healed in a few hours?! Looking at this posture, he is as energetic as when I first stepped into the fence. Is it possible?" The more he thought about it, the more strange he felt .

"I'm too weak?" Looking down at the bandages all over his body, he raised his injured arm on his chest, this Tian Xiejian felt a little uncomfortable. "It seems that I have to go to Chunfeng Tower less often!"

"Mr. Chen is here for the sake of Xihe, right?" At this moment, Mo lingered on that refined voice, interrupting his reverie.

"My boss, don't worry!" Nangong Xihe was taken aback when he heard the sound, and then put away all distracting thoughts in his mind.

He drank the wine in his glass, and before Chen Yi could speak, he said first, "Since I lost the bet, then in the next five years, I will leave all the thorny jobs to me!"

"This guy is slick and tight!"

Chen Yi, who was at the side, paused when he poured the wine when he heard the words, and secretly laughed in his heart, "What can I entrust to you? What a good plan!"

The other party means that it is not a tricky job, so let's ignore it!
Just this one sentence has pushed away most of the responsibility, which is also a personal essence!
It is strange to say that in the bet, Nangong Xihe's bargaining chip is to work hard, unlike Liu Hanfeng's slavery, the responsibility covered by these two words is extremely vague, but in terms of identity, he has the number of servants based on his whiteness.

After all, one is a slave, and the other has no substantive relationship
It's just selling your life, not selling your ass!
The master's family can't call him around at will.

Furthermore, taking care of someone's home and guarding the courtyard is a sacrifice, taking the head of an enemy for someone is a sacrifice, and seeking to usurp the throne for someone is also a sacrifice, it depends on what the person who sacrifices himself thinks.

"It seems that if we want to accept this person's heart, I'm afraid it will take some effort!" After a little thought, Chen Yi came to this conclusion.

"Tsk, how good you Nangong Xihe!" At this moment, Liu Hanfeng who had just seated beside him finally came to his senses, and said secretly in his heart.

Fortunately, he was moved for a long time just now, thinking that this guy really came to have a hard time, but he didn't expect that it was for the purpose of watching a play!
"Master Chen?"

Mo Linger's voice sounded again.

"Of course Yi believes in Mr. Guo's!" Seeing several people cast their gazes one after another, Chen Yi came back to his senses.

He made a few words in his mind, and said politely: "I didn't come here for this purpose, but I just feel that I am lucky to be able to get to know a few of you today, so I want to come."

"Close, close!"

"Oh?" Mo Liulian, who was seated opposite, tapped his palm with a folding fan, noncommittal.

"Don't you know, sir?" Chen Yi's words were not false.

Seeing that the other party was quite indifferent, he smiled slightly and explained: "My brother Chen Meng is also a Confucian disciple, and he has some connections with the two of you!"

"Chen Meng. Could it be?" The Confucian scholar was a little surprised when he heard the name, and turned his head to look at Zhu Yanqiu.

"Can you have a relationship with both of us?"

He vaguely had an idea, and guessed: "Could it be a student of Chengzhong Academy?"

This Chengzhong Academy is also known as Chengzhong Academy.

It is the highest school for Confucian disciples in the entire Yuzhou, and he and Zhu Yanqiu both studied in Chengzhong Academy for several years 20 years ago
Although the two are not in the same class, it is precisely because of this relationship that they met at the beginning and even become close friends now.

"Haha, that's right!"

Chen Yi laughed, cupped his hands far away, and introduced to the two of them: "Brother Chen Meng is Hu Songshan, the direct disciple of Dr. Hu!"

"It's Master Hu's disciple?!" Mo Liulian heard the words, and his face immediately became serious.

He hastily put away the folding fan and put it back at his waist, got up and bowed: "This is really rude today, really rude!"

It turned out that this Dr. Hu was the founder of Chengzhong Academy.

He is a great Confucian who was born in Zhongzhou Xiaoxiang Academy.

23 years ago, at the invitation of Yuzhou Zhoumu, he traveled thousands of miles from the Central Plains to this place. In this barren land of Confucianism, he single-handedly created this line of loyalty and loyalty.

When all the students in Yuzhou saw him, they all had to call out respectfully, Mr. Hu.

Never dare to be disrespectful!
"." Zhu Yanqiu with a cold face on the side, heard the words Hu Songshan, and his heart suddenly tightened.

This name made his palms itch, and he couldn't help but recall the unbearable past when he was dominated.

But he didn't dare to be disrespectful, so he stood up and saluted slightly.

"Tsk tsk!" Seeing the drastic change in the attitudes of the two, Chen Yi realized that he had underestimated the identity of the cheap brother.

"I knew that my brother's skin is so effective, so I should show it first in the daytime, and then talk to these two people, maybe this trouble will be avoided?!"

But when he thought about it again, he felt fortunate that he didn't show it.

Otherwise, if the fight didn't start, I wouldn't be able to get such a good fighter, would I?
The other party's gift was not towards him, so naturally he had to return it.

On the occasion of returning gifts to the two.

He also glanced at Nangong Xihe from the corner of his eye, only to see that this guy was drinking on his own, not paying attention to the changes around him.

"There is such a relationship, why didn't you say it earlier?!" On the other hand, Mo Liulian, taking advantage of the young man's return, sneaked a glance at Liu Hanfeng beside him, and the meaning expressed in his eyes was very obvious.

The other party returned an innocent look to him.

The sky is pitiful, but the reputation of the academy is not obvious, it is only spread among Confucian disciples, it is a hermit sect.

Although Liu Hanfeng is called Cangshan Layman, he is from a serious Jianghu background. Although he has heard of the name of the Academy, it is only to the extent that he does not understand it.

Everyone in the Chen residence was quite shy of outsiders, and never informed them in detail.

How did he know that this kid had such a background?
(End of this chapter)