I hang up for retirement in the martial arts world

Chapter 117
At the gate of Mother Chen's courtyard.

Two cherry-red plum blossoms are dotted beside, and there is still a lot of residual snow on them, and a few petals fall from time to time in the cold wind, which is as beautiful as a picture scroll.

A little girl was wrapped in a thick blue and red winter coat, squatting on the side of the road with her neck curled up, trying her best to pile up a strangely shaped snowman.

From time to time, he pricked up his ears to listen to the shrill sounds coming from the courtyard.

Suddenly, she found that there was no sound in the courtyard, and she was a little puzzled.

When he looked up, he happened to see a young man in white rushing out of the courtyard in embarrassment.

"Huh?!" Seeing the little follower squatting on the ground, looking at him inexplicably, Chen Yi slowly steadied his steps.

"Ha!" He took a deep breath, adjusted his appearance, and chuckled.

Then he praised solemnly: "Mother's stick technique is getting better and better, it's really amazing!"

After finishing speaking, he shook his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, held his head high, and walked slowly along the blue stone steps.

"Master, are you so powerful that you can't beat the old lady?" Seeing this, Xiaochan stood up, kicked the snowman down, trotted after him, and asked curiously behind him.

"My mother's martial arts are unfathomable, and I can't do it!" Chen Yi didn't want to discuss this topic with her, so he said casually.

"But the old lady said that she doesn't know martial arts!" The little girl looked at his back with questioning eyes.

"Tsk!" Chen Yi tsk to himself, but didn't respond, instead strode forward without looking back, throwing her away several steps.

This year's attendants are really getting harder and harder to lead.

"Ha, long time no see, Brother Zhu's sword energy is getting stronger and stronger!"

Also in the yard, Liu Hanfeng leaned against an old locust tree, casually tossed the wine gourd in his hand, looked at the two people not far away and said with a smile.

"Aren't you overwhelmed by that unscrupulous scholar? The qualifications of this person and person, really. Hey!" Suddenly, there was a laughing sound from above.

It was Nangong Xihe.

He caught the gourd, took two mouthfuls, and dropped it again.

The wound unexpectedly climbed up to the top of the tree, lying obliquely on a thick branch.

The two went up and down, leisurely watching the competition among their friends, and discussing a few words from time to time.

I saw one green and one white in the courtyard, two ghostly figures shuttled back and forth, colliding with each other from time to time.

In the last moment, there were waves of air, and in the next moment, it was like a phantom, which disappeared at the touch of a touch.
The folding fan waved by one person unfolded abruptly, slanting towards the opponent's face. It was clearly made of bamboo bone paper, but it was like a sharp weapon of a magic weapon, containing a sharp sword energy.

The other person's feet were flexible, and he made a slight sideways move.

Looking at the fan in a calm manner, he cut through the tip of his hair, tearing the air ten feet ahead, and then the invisible sword energy burst out of his body, turned into cold wind and swept towards the opponent, followed by a fierce ground palm.

Mo Liulian, who was holding the fan, missed a single blow, immediately withdrew his feet slightly, let go, and used his skillful force to make the folding fan dance back and forth between the two of them, shooting out circles of energy, blocking the oncoming cold attack. Sword Qi.

At the same time, he fought Zhu Yanqiu backhandedly.

The two retreated three steps in unison.

"Haha, hold on!"

Raising his hand to catch the revolving folding fan, he stopped Zhu Yanqiu's movement, and took the lead in saying: "Your Qianqiu sword energy is sent and received from the heart, and the foundation is getting deeper and deeper. Admire! Admire!"

"You didn't even force your sword out this time." Hearing the sound, Zhu Yanqiu on the opposite side withdrew his extended sword finger and stood there sighing.

The two came from the Confucian school together and have been friends for many years, so they naturally know a lot about each other.

The foundation of Mo Liulian is Hao Ran Jue, which sounds vulgar, but it is actually a superior martial arts handed down from Confucianism, with a body of martial arts that has been developed for more than 30 years.

In terms of moves, what he is best at is a set of widely spread Confucian swordsmanship, Zhiyuan Ten Grades.

Popularity does not mean weak swordsmanship!
The Ten Grades of Zhiyuan are easy to learn but difficult to master. Those who are profound can run the world by relying on them. The gap between them and beginners is like the difference between heaven and earth.

And this one in front of him is the best among many people who have practiced this sword, and he has earned the title of a Confucian and elegant sword.

The two of them have fought so far, although neither of them has a sword, but Zhu Yanqiu's self-created Liuguang Qianqiu Sword is not based on moves, but specializes in invisible sword energy. There is not much difference between having a sword and not having a sword.

But Mo Liulian has always relied on a paper fan to deal with it freely. The sword move he is best at is that he has not made a move
Obviously, there is a big gap between the two, no matter in terms of foundation or in terms of moves!
"It was left behind!"

Looking at the friend who was walking towards him, Zhu Yanqiu shook his head and didn't want to say anything, turned around and prepared to go back to the house to continue his meditation.

"Yan Qiu, building a car behind closed doors is not as good as learning from others. Although Qianqiu's sword spirit is sharp, but after all." Mo Liulian saw his lost back, hesitated for a moment, and reminded half a sentence.

Although he didn't finish his sentence, he was obviously not optimistic about the future of this martial art.

"I understand!" Zhu Yanqiu naturally knew it well, paused for a while, turned his head back, and then left alone.

When he was young, due to various reasons, he had a rift with his mentor in the academy. In a fit of anger, he simply gave up his identity and went out to the martial arts world by himself. .

It's a pity that although he is talented, he is not considered a peerless genius.

This self-created method takes the edge of the sword.

In the early stage, he was able to show off his prestige in front of ordinary Jianghu people by relying on his deep foundation and sharp sword spirit, but in the later stage, he would inevitably suffer a three-point loss when encountering various strong opponents from the great sect.

This is an unsystematic wild way, and the gap with a professional background.
"Haha, don't try to persuade me!" Nangong Xihe, who was on the tree beside him, swayed and landed lightly beside Mo Liulian, and said with a smile.

"It's no use persuading him. How many years have passed? Can you see that he has half regretted it?"

"Hey, so what if I go back and admit my mistake? His stubborn temper is really..." Mo Liulian slightly tilted his head and sighed.

"Didn't you lure him to see that Chen Meng on purpose? He's Master's student, maybe there will be a turning point this time?" Nangong Xihe tilted his head, winked at him, and said meaningfully.

"Don't tell me, you old fox really don't know the details of the Chen family?"

"Ha! Don't arrange me, the matter has come to an end, I just make the best use of the situation and seek the best result!" Mo Liulian spread out his folding fan, blocking the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Then he cast a glance towards the outside of the courtyard and said, "By the way, your troubles are coming~"

"After all, we can't escape this encounter, Xi He, come with me to meet him!" At this moment, Liu Hanfeng's voice sounded faintly.

Nangong Xihe smiled at him, turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

There was a young man in white with a small follower, waiting for the two of them.

Inside the study.

The young man looked at the two people in front of him with a smile on his face, then bent down, and took out seven long boxes from under the desk.

I carefully recognized it for a long time.

He picked two of them, opened them, and took out the contents of the box, offering them one by one with both hands.

"This is." Taking the object with both hands, Nangong Xihe looked at the object in his hands inexplicably, and hesitantly confirmed, "Sword?"

No wonder he hesitated for a moment, the sword in his hand was too gorgeous, or rather weird.

It looks foreign, and it doesn't look like any serious sword.

"Cough!" Chen Yi raised his hand and coughed lightly. Seeing the two people looking up, he explained unhurriedly: "The sword in the hands of the two is a symbol of one of the seven statues of Manjushri Tower. The name of the sword."

"Since you have given it to the two gentlemen, let them decide for themselves!" He thought for a long time, but he didn't choose any names for the two 'swords' that were rushed out of work, and he just casually said.

"Seven statues?" Nangong Xihe heard the words, and a big question mark jumped out of his head.

"That's right, Mr. Liu is the grandson of one of the seven detainees, Mr. Nangong." Chen Yi pondered for a moment, then tapped his palm lightly, and said decisively.

"It's the corpse!"

(End of this chapter)